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rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
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Huh. You've managed to get yourself awfully dirty in this pristine, frozen tundra. Or is there some kind of swamp or bog on this map that I'm just not seeing? An arena for mud wrestling, perhaps?
[He's somehow forgotten how sharp Wilson could be. Welp. Time to just dig that hole deeper. Literally. House holds up a finger, then crouches and picks up the tablet again. He adjusts it so Wilson's new view is of the ceiling. It's about a minute later that he'll be treated to a brief paneled comic.
It shows a stick figure digging at a snowy cemetery, then jumping down into the grave, pulling a body out, and using a magnifying glass on it with question marks over the head. Yep. Digging up graves. There are other people who can attest to doing it, even.]
It shows a stick figure digging at a snowy cemetery, then jumping down into the grave, pulling a body out, and using a magnifying glass on it with question marks over the head. Yep. Digging up graves. There are other people who can attest to doing it, even.]
Edited (grave, not grace) 2016-07-18 18:33 (UTC)
[He knows you understand the question, Ecks. House just stares at her.]
[Wilson doesn't quite buy this explanation, but he doesn't have enough information to press it further. Plus, he's absolutely sure House has done some gravedigging since he's been here. That just sounds like something he'd get up to.]
So, how exactly did you manage to dig up some graves without your team of lackeys here to do it for you? [He glances at House's mysteriously all-better leg. Enough other stuff has happened around here to where he's not terribly surprised by impossible healing. What's up with that?]
So, how exactly did you manage to dig up some graves without your team of lackeys here to do it for you? [He glances at House's mysteriously all-better leg. Enough other stuff has happened around here to where he's not terribly surprised by impossible healing. What's up with that?]
[House mouths 'wow' and puts on an expression of mock-hurt before pointing to himself, miming digging, and then pointing to himself again.
'Wow.']
'Wow.']
[Apparently the answer is 'yes.' Because he's going to stare for a good long while.]
I have witnessed the actual apocalypse. I'd be worried if it didn't break my mind in at least a few pieces. It's much easier when you accept it. Anatole was right all along.
[Much easier. The drugs help. A lot.]
And Ecks, Ecks was in pieces to start with. Now what's your excuse, human?
[Much easier. The drugs help. A lot.]
And Ecks, Ecks was in pieces to start with. Now what's your excuse, human?
okay
real talk, batdog
i was raised by wolves
in a family of nine children
mommy was a hard workin' woman
but daddy went out and drank his life away
we never had enough money
we had to eat the family dog to survive
good old skipper
the girl i loved ran off with one of them city men with shiny cars and eyes that never stay still
i was trapped in a snowstorm in college and had to eat my best friend's toes
we never recovered from that
then i found out i had cancer
then i found out my new dog had cancer
my wife left me
my husband left me after her
they said they just weren't comfortable with polygamy
and married each other instead of me
and the red sox still haven't won a world series
that's my excuse
real talk, batdog
i was raised by wolves
in a family of nine children
mommy was a hard workin' woman
but daddy went out and drank his life away
we never had enough money
we had to eat the family dog to survive
good old skipper
the girl i loved ran off with one of them city men with shiny cars and eyes that never stay still
i was trapped in a snowstorm in college and had to eat my best friend's toes
we never recovered from that
then i found out i had cancer
then i found out my new dog had cancer
my wife left me
my husband left me after her
they said they just weren't comfortable with polygamy
and married each other instead of me
and the red sox still haven't won a world series
that's my excuse
You know, somehow it’s much harder to be annoyed at being called batdog when I’m high on your Vicodin.
[A chuckle follows. It is nasty.]
You are a funny man, House. Sometimes I do wonder why we fight so much. Then I remember you’re also an ass.
[A chuckle follows. It is nasty.]
You are a funny man, House. Sometimes I do wonder why we fight so much. Then I remember you’re also an ass.
[It's at least an hour before Kesara answers; an answer she has to think long and hard about. It tickles her fancy that, apparently, he cannot talk. It puts power between them at a certain tilted balance. She will not show her face. He will have to deal with her words alone. He's done it to her plenty of times before, and she's become wise to how effective it can be.
She has power, and she has something to say to him. He will see.]
No.
If you want information, find it out yourself. I can't rely on you. I don't have time for people I can't rely on.
She has power, and she has something to say to him. He will see.]
No.
If you want information, find it out yourself. I can't rely on you. I don't have time for people I can't rely on.
[That's just inconvenient. He knows she'll be sharing with the wider network for anything she thinks is important, though. Or her companions will. She wants to be important, and that means she needs to tell people what she's accomplished. It... bothers him a little more than he would have expected that she's upset, but he's never been good at platitudes. He's not going to bother lying to her about not dying, either.
House just shrugs and then waves goodbye before shutting off his tablet. Galling her by getting the silent last word might be petty and childish, but she's petty and a child, as far as he's concerned.]
House just shrugs and then waves goodbye before shutting off his tablet. Galling her by getting the silent last word might be petty and childish, but she's petty and a child, as far as he's concerned.]
[Wilson sighs.] Your leg, House. Where's your cane?
[Well, if you're going to be direct about it.
House draws a finger across his throat again, and then does magical spirit fingers in front of himself before balling his hands into fists and then exaggeratedly pumping them like he's walking along.
Dying changes everything, Wilson. Didn't you know?]
House draws a finger across his throat again, and then does magical spirit fingers in front of himself before balling his hands into fists and then exaggeratedly pumping them like he's walking along.
Dying changes everything, Wilson. Didn't you know?]
[House grits his teeth. Freaking Rhys. At least he's moved Beckett off point. Small mercies.]
well, i was thinking about going into stand-up comedy
but then the leg happened
sit-down comedians are way less cool
also
takes an ass to know an ass
well, i was thinking about going into stand-up comedy
but then the leg happened
sit-down comedians are way less cool
also
takes an ass to know an ass
[Wilson squints as he watches House's charades explanation.]
So not only do you magically rise from the dead here, but your body also magically heals itself? How is that...? [He stops himself. He should know by now that asking how things are possible around here is just a waste of time.
He sighs.]
So this is your second time dying, then?
So not only do you magically rise from the dead here, but your body also magically heals itself? How is that...? [He stops himself. He should know by now that asking how things are possible around here is just a waste of time.
He sighs.]
So this is your second time dying, then?
[House just shrugs and glances away. Second time. Sure. That works.]
[Oh no you don't, not this time. Wilson doesn't buy it!!]
Uh huh, sure. How many times, House?
Uh huh, sure. How many times, House?
[House rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically. He could hide it, but all Wilson has to do is go look at the obits or just ask someone else.
He holds up four fingers.]
He holds up four fingers.]
[Yet another chuckle. He sounds genuinely amused. Look at the funny human try to play a funny game...]
Ah, doctor, if you knew the kind of people - they're not really people - for argument's sake, the things I've had to move among, what they do just as a matter of course, to us and to each other... very few of my kind are only as bad as we've had to become to survive. But you are just an ass.
Ah, doctor, if you knew the kind of people - they're not really people - for argument's sake, the things I've had to move among, what they do just as a matter of course, to us and to each other... very few of my kind are only as bad as we've had to become to survive. But you are just an ass.
uh huh
so you were a saint when you were human
got it
so you were a saint when you were human
got it
Four? You're kidding. Just because the typical rules of death don't apply here... [Wilson sighs. There's no point in lecturing him.]
You've gotten lucky. Really, really lucky. From what I've heard, revival after death isn't all that likely and it's a far cry from a guarantee. [Thanks for the tip, Alfie.]
Do me a favor and quit getting yourself killed, alright? The last thing I need is for you to wind up permanently dead. At least stick around for my sake.
You've gotten lucky. Really, really lucky. From what I've heard, revival after death isn't all that likely and it's a far cry from a guarantee. [Thanks for the tip, Alfie.]
Do me a favor and quit getting yourself killed, alright? The last thing I need is for you to wind up permanently dead. At least stick around for my sake.
[House bristles. And this is why he doesn't tell Wilson things. There's a part of him that's already been thinking he's going to have to be less reckless - if only moderately so - with Wilson turning up. 'For my sake,' hits particularly hard. For his sake. When House has already seen anomalies that look like Wilson. When he's the one House had seen in that thing underground.
He looks away and makes a dismissive waving gesture. This is too complicated a conversation to have when he can't actually speak or write.
And there's the matter of the Joker... House knows he's probably not going to come out of that alive, but maybe he'll have his Vicodin.]
He looks away and makes a dismissive waving gesture. This is too complicated a conversation to have when he can't actually speak or write.
And there's the matter of the Joker... House knows he's probably not going to come out of that alive, but maybe he'll have his Vicodin.]
[Wilson sighs. It's tough to remember that this version of House isn't the one that made his life hell over a pissing contest with Tritter, or that got Amber killed. How that's possible, he's got no clue, but that's how it is. Wilson can't even remember where their relationship was at back before that second Stacy disaster, and on top of that, House has apparently been here for months. It's a lot to navigate.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and goes quiet for a moment.] Sorry. Sorry. I'm sure dying isn't exactly fun. Just. Be careful, please? I doubt the rest of us have a chance of getting out of this mess without you, O Great King of Puzzles.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and goes quiet for a moment.] Sorry. Sorry. I'm sure dying isn't exactly fun. Just. Be careful, please? I doubt the rest of us have a chance of getting out of this mess without you, O Great King of Puzzles.
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