Hey now, we both know you're smart enough to have to figured that out by yourself. You just decided it was worth prying anyway.
March 29th: It's a few days before Gold gets back to him.
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2016-04-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
The powder is sort of complicated to describe. Why?
Like I told you guys, its meant to break off some of the symbiotic connection they have with their execs. I don't really get what kind of stuff you hear, but it makes sense that it'd change a few things.
Sans is a skeleton again. He's going to break people out of Virgo. Can you meet us at the warehouse?
[Sounds simple when they put it like that, doesn't it?]
[Sounds simple when they put it like that, doesn't it?]
[Well, this is a surprise.]
what? no
no do not tell him where the warehouse is
major security risk
what? no
no do not tell him where the warehouse is
major security risk
[Really? Well, good thing they haven't gone there yet...]
Where?
Where?
[Phew. Jesus, this is what happens when you let children know all your secrets.]
gunna give you an address nearby
he can drop people off and some of our team can escort them the rest of the way
it'll be close but don't tell him that
we don't know if he's compromised
gunna give you an address nearby
he can drop people off and some of our team can escort them the rest of the way
it'll be close but don't tell him that
we don't know if he's compromised
[...he's probably going to figure out that it's close.
Well, Frisk doesn't think he's compromised anyway. And if he is, then that's their mistake and they'll fix it on their own. There's a few other things they wouldn't mind ironing out on a second run.]
Okay
Well, Frisk doesn't think he's compromised anyway. And if he is, then that's their mistake and they'll fix it on their own. There's a few other things they wouldn't mind ironing out on a second run.]
Okay
[Gold will call him up directly instead of leaving messages, wanting a direct one on one. If they get a hold of them, he'll get:]
Hey, why don't you just tell me what you're sensing instead? Maybe I can explain it to you.
Hey, why don't you just tell me what you're sensing instead? Maybe I can explain it to you.
[He would feel really special if he weren't already really stressed out and upset. Gold manages to catch him while he's alone in the apartment, so privacy is a bonus.]
Hello to you too.
[But somehow there's always room for sass. He sobers up pretty quickly, though.]
Musician's tunes all have parts of the label they belong to in 'em. Virgo people have Blanche's backbeat, an' Pride people have Santiago's treble. Thing is, people who got the powder got somethin' else on top of that. [He pauses, and:] They're connected to someone else.
Who is it.
Hello to you too.
[But somehow there's always room for sass. He sobers up pretty quickly, though.]
Musician's tunes all have parts of the label they belong to in 'em. Virgo people have Blanche's backbeat, an' Pride people have Santiago's treble. Thing is, people who got the powder got somethin' else on top of that. [He pauses, and:] They're connected to someone else.
Who is it.
Edited 2016-04-15 20:00 (UTC)
[Given it's a live phone call, J gets to here all 6 seconds of hesitation from Gold, until finally...]
...We should talk about this in person.
...We should talk about this in person.
[Gold feels like they are missing a reference somehow.]
Come to the warehouse everyone met in when you first arrived. I'll be there.
Come to the warehouse everyone met in when you first arrived. I'll be there.
[Referential humor doesn't really transcend dimensions, does it.]
Got it.
[It's a bit before J arrives, namely because he took the long way 'round to make sure nobody was following him. He can hear Gold two blocks away, and he heads into the warehouse, closing the door behind him.]
Well?
Got it.
[It's a bit before J arrives, namely because he took the long way 'round to make sure nobody was following him. He can hear Gold two blocks away, and he heads into the warehouse, closing the door behind him.]
Well?
[Gold is the only one there. Well, besides the hover bike they clearly got there on. They learn away from the wall and stroll towards him. There are only two lights on in what is otherwise a very large room.]
What did the third presence feel like to you?
What did the third presence feel like to you?
[When the local secret agent is done with your cryptic bullshit, you know it's bad. He stands up ramrod-straight and holds his ground.]
Oh, no. You answer me first. I am not helpin' take down Tweedledee and Tweedledeath so someone else can step in an' pick up where they left off. Who is it.
[It's something of a line in the sand; he's spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself that he's worrying too much, that the third party in question isn't hostile, but he can't be sure unless someone confirms it.]
[Mashup from hell or not, odds are he'll still be able to tell if Gold is telling the truth. It's a small comfort, but it's what he's relying on right now.]
Oh, no. You answer me first. I am not helpin' take down Tweedledee and Tweedledeath so someone else can step in an' pick up where they left off. Who is it.
[It's something of a line in the sand; he's spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself that he's worrying too much, that the third party in question isn't hostile, but he can't be sure unless someone confirms it.]
[Mashup from hell or not, odds are he'll still be able to tell if Gold is telling the truth. It's a small comfort, but it's what he's relying on right now.]
[He'll be able to feel it - a flash of anger in their tune. He'll see the way they clench their fists and then release. But then, instead of acting on that feeling on the surface, they say almost gently:]
J... I don't think you understand.
J... I don't think you understand.
[They let the conversation trail into silence, clearly thinking something over. It takes them a while to get through it, until finally:]
I can't.
[They take a step forward and lift a hand, seeming to intentionally ramp up their own tune - or tunes - all at once. They remember how J reacted to this before. It should be easy to bring him down.]
I can't.
[They take a step forward and lift a hand, seeming to intentionally ramp up their own tune - or tunes - all at once. They remember how J reacted to this before. It should be easy to bring him down.]
[He's only willing to be patient for so long. When Gold remains silent, J listens, concentrating on Gold's tune and trying to see if he can pick up on any of the nuance of what he's thinking about. The mashup doesn't make it easy, but that's not about to stop him.]
[The problem with being that tangled up in Gold's tune is that he's completely unprepared for what comes next. He gets that spark of intent, but intent doesn't always have context and he doesn't know what to brace himself for, let alone have enough time to do it. The increased volume blindsides him, searing across his senses. For a moment, his vision goes white; the next thing he knows, he's in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath, immobile and barely conscious under the weight of that tune.]
[Yeah. This isn't good.]
[The problem with being that tangled up in Gold's tune is that he's completely unprepared for what comes next. He gets that spark of intent, but intent doesn't always have context and he doesn't know what to brace himself for, let alone have enough time to do it. The increased volume blindsides him, searing across his senses. For a moment, his vision goes white; the next thing he knows, he's in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath, immobile and barely conscious under the weight of that tune.]
[Yeah. This isn't good.]
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