amusebox | Sense8 Voice Testing - Sun, Kala & Wolfgang

[ he's a giant. this is what she discovers as he effectively drags her to safety. he's a giant and she's dwarved in comparison. she's always known she was short, but now it's an actual, quantifiable fact of life. which is mostly her thought process as she lets herself be towed away from the main street and off to an alley. dimly she registers alley as a Genuine Bad Idea™ because she's a teenage girl and it's not like alleys and teenage girls ever end well for the girl.

but considering her other option was kidnapping and probably death...

she doesn't put up even an iota of a fight, even finding her footing eventually and supporting herself a little more as she hurries alongside him. but she's cold and soaked and sore so the effort flags after a couple blocks; breath heavy, thin shoulders trembling from the cold. ]

Have to stop. [ shaking her head, she adds in english, german failing her in her fatigue: ] I can't... I need to rest. Please.

Edited (tagging at 4am = every typo) 2015-08-27 08:28 (UTC)

[ somewhere past the third or fourth turn wolfgang is wondering what the fuck he's doing and where the hell he's planning on taking this kid. she's injured, she's being chased by someone worth being afraid of. here's hoping it's just a shit boyfriend and not, you know, the police. or mafia. or something worse than both. ] Shit. [ he breathes out again, shaking his head and basically talking to himself despite the person he's dragging along. She's young, and not that big. It's sort of like a bundle of twigs, let's be real.

wolfgang can feel her slowing before her protests come, and finds an awning at the backdoor of what's either a club or a pub, ducking under it to help her sit on the stoop and out of the rain. welp, english is at least easier than hindi, and he apparently did that once. and spanish. english he actually knows something about. despite the heavy accent that accompanies it when he switches from his native tongue to hers. ] Good. Yes. Rest. [ while he figures out what the eff he's going to do with this kid. maybe it's a bit caveman-ish too. whatever, the other foreigners he talks to don't ever actually need him to switch from german and he likes it that way. hands come to push into his hair, and he steps out to stand in the rain for a moment, letting out a long exhale, muttering to himself in German agian. ]

Fuck me.

[ okay. crisis resolution. first things first. his hands fall with a flop, eventually resting on his hips as he turns back to her, and switches back to English. ] Will they kill you?

Edited 2015-08-27 08:56 (UTC)

You don't need to speak English, I understand you fine.

[ it takes her a second longer to answer his question, sagging against the stoop and roughly shoving her hair back to look up at him properly. her eyes are the same electric blue-green as her hair, looking all the more intense against her pale skin. ]

Probably. I'm a weapon to them, even if I refuse to work, they don't want anyone else to have me. [ she doesn't look like much of a weapon, but her eyes are clear and guileless, expression clearly defeated. if he doesn't believe her she won't be any worse off. she'll just keep running. ]

Thank fuck. [ In German, with a relieved huff of an exhale. He was not looking forward to trying to figure this whole thing out and also work on his English.

'Weapon to them'. Not all of the American cop's stuff with Whispers and all the mad scientists really made a lot of sense to him, but he knows they're hunted. Probably used. Maybe just eliminated. But he knows that well enough to sympathize, at least at some measure. Wishing maybe he didn't, so he could leave her here with a 'good luck' and not feel bad for it.

For a long while, Wolfgang's watching her, as the rain soaks through his coat and shirt, and starts to settle a chill into his bones. Only now does he really start to look her over. The hair, the eyes. The wear that she seems to carry with her. She's been running longer than just today, it seems. Ready to run longer, but not holding much hope left in her. ] Where will you go?

[ her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. ]

I dunno. Away. [ away seems like a safe bet. good plan, great plan, "away". the execution could use a little work, but who knew high school track would pay off for her like this? her hands drag back through her hair again, sloughing off a layer of rain water that splatters against the stoop.

after a moment, she glances away thoughtfully, down the direction they came. man, she lost all sense of direction around the second turn so she has no idea where she is. which is probably good, in all honesty. how is anyone else going to find her if she can't find herself?

no sense in purposefully mixing someone else up in her life. accidentally was bad enough. ] You can go, you're soaked, I'll be fine.

[ 'Away'. That's a terrible plan. That's not a plan at all - it's wishful thinking, but what do you really expect from a little girl on the run? if she were used to this life, maybe, but she doesn't seem it. she wouldn't have needed him if she were, and giving her one tip on using alleyways isn't going to fix that for her.

another quiet moment passes, rain still splattering against the buildings and pavement and his skin, as he considers this. she's offered him an out. he could just walk away. maybe give her some money for a hotel for the night, if he wants to be generous, but he knows that life too well to think that'll do much for her. a voice, an inkling, somewhere in the back of his mind, that makes the scent of jasmine, merigold and sunshine drift to the surface of his mind, reminds him that he's kinder than that. maybe, somewhere. hell. ]

No you won't.

[ well, he's never been one to sugarcoat. pacing forward, wolfgang crouches in front of her, careful in how he hooks a hand around the ankle that seems like it's been worse off since her fall, examining it carefully. it goes unsaid that her out is being refused at this point. ] Can you put pressure on your legs? You need to cover at least three more blocks.

[ to a bus stop, and then to his apartment. she can heal, tell him what's going on, and he can figure out who needs to die to make her safe. ]

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[ it suddenly makes sense why her dad used to crouch down to speak to his first grade students, it's so much easier for her to regard him and not feel talked down to when he's not literally talking down to her.

her head bobs in a nod. ] Yeah. I've had worse. [ now that she can breathe, she's pretty sure she can make it. as long as she doesn't focus on her ankle or her ribs or the other bruises they'd left behind under her tights and dress and sweater. she's going to start a collection of bruises. and one day she will donate all those collected bruised back to the people who had given them in the first place.

using his burly shoulder as leverage she pushes herself up, ignoring the flares of pain across her joints and bones. she's still holding on to him when she announces, in german again like a thank you: ] I'm Bliss.

Your mother must have liked you. [ said with a chuckle, as he helps her to stand, and the first half-smile he's made since seeing the girl topple over in front of him. 'bliss'. sounds like a hippy name, but a complimentary one, at least. and yet, still better than his. ]

Wolfgang.

[ which is ancient as all fuck. no one's named wolfgang anymore. no one but him. he really doesn't know who to blame that one on. probably his father. whatever. she still doesn't seem steady enough for him to mentally justify letting her walk on her own, so he keeps on of her arms on his shoulders, and a hand at her back to help her along. moving fast would be prefered, but they're far enough gone he thinks they're likely safe until the bus stop. ]

You need to tell me who they are, how many of them there are, and who leads them. [ he rattles off, voice switching to business, a type of tone that's done this before, that knows how to plan this and how to carry it out. wolfgang has no illusions about who or what he is, not after his uncle's estate. it wasn't going to end with revenge. it's in his blood. the least he can do is apply it towards things he might be proud of. ] We aren't connected. They won't know to look for you with me.

[ piano concerto no. 21 -- yeol eum son ]

Mozart. [ her lips twist up in a faint smile, humming under her breath in order to... not answer his question. not right now at least. she nods at his last comment, but focuses on humming and keeping a steady pace forward, trying her hardest not to limp and to put as much pressure on her knee and ankle as she can stand.

no use coddling herself. ]

[ he snorts, shaking his head. do we want to talk about how many mozart jokes he's heard? we don't. ]

I'm shit at piano. [ better at shooting people. and picking up whe people are purposefully not telling him things. fine, it can wait. at least she's accepting help at all. ]

Why Berlin? [ why'd she run to here, since she's obviously foreign. or maybe she was already in berlin before they came for her. whatever. ]

I was born here. My mother was German. She and Dad split up when I was a baby and I moved home with him. [ her mouth slants down in a frown. ] He named me. I came to see her during the summers and when I was fourteen she wouldn't let me go home. Dad tried to get her to give me back, but he was sick and by the time... [ the end of the sentence trails off into an obvious conclusion, bolstered by her use of the past tense. ] I have no where else to go.

[ chatter like this is easy to make the walk go faster, even with the rain still drenching them. german mother, american (he assumes) father, yanked back and forth between the two. but something in the story seems to stick with him - they both wanted her. loved her. not a story of having no place, but having too many places, maybe.

but wolfgang's never been that optimistic. as soon as she reaches 'wouldn't let me go home', he doesn't think because she loved her too much. ] Why? What did she want from you? Just to keep you?

[ just you? just wanted her child near? that'd be nice, but he's not known the world to be that nice. 'was' sticks out, and it's difficult for him to relate. his father he didn't lose - his father he defeated. alone was a blessing for him, not a sorrow. he knows, though, that is hardly the case for most people, nor this girl, who seems very, very much alone now, and hurting because of it. ] I'm sorry. You have no other relatives here?

[ the slight shake of her head sends water droplets flying, but they're both soaked so it doesn't do much. ] She just didn't want Dad to have me. She isn't... well.

[ that's putting it diplomatically, but in reality her mother is just as sick as her dad was, though instead of cancer she has something deeply pernicious and wily. she flat out refuses to get help and when bliss tried to help on her own-- ] She sent me away to boarding school, but it wasn't boarding school. She doesn't like what I can do, thinks it's evil, so she sent me away to have it-- [ she swallows, the hand clinging to his shoulder clenching roughly against him, nails digging into his jacket. ] Fixed.

I'm not evil. [ that last part is more for her own benefit, a soft reminder, than for wolfgang's. ]

[ ah. Of course. Had to be something messed up. He's still not sure what 'what I can do' is supposed to entail, but figures it's something like the sensates - something normal people shouldn't be capable of. And he gets the idea the boarding school that isn't a boarding school is a lot like that surgery they wanted to do on Nomi that wasn't designed to actually help her any.

Poor kid. ]

You're too young to be evil. [ when you're a kid, the world around you makes you messed up. When you grow up, it's all on you to figure that shit out. Wolfgang's not sure what he'd call himself. Not good. 'Monster' still applies in a lot of ways. Maybe evil, maybe not quite, maybe varying degrees. it's not something he thinks on much, or typically feels much guilt for. perhaps that's what makes him so. But not because of what power he has. ] Evil's not what you are, it's the things you do.

[ as they round a corner, he tilts his head to look at her sidelong. ]

Ever killed anyone? Not in defense. [ of herself or someone else. not that that's the end all be all definition, but it's a good place to start. ]

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Yes. [ she looks up at him, wondering if he's going to change his mind on her state of good vs. evil. it was accidental, but it wasn't defense, she just couldn't control her abilities. ]

Feel bad for it?

[ less the killing, more the guilt. things wolfgang doesn't have. never had. something he doubts kala could understand about him or forgive him for. things that won't change about him either. you can't form regret just in the want to be a better person.

if it's not there, it's just not there. ]

Edited 2015-08-30 22:01 (UTC)

[ her head ducks again. ]

No. [ she does sound guilty though. but it's more guilt that she doesn't feel bad than anything. it's a complicated guilt. ]

Sense8 Voice Testing - Sun, Kala & Wolfgang

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no jk i'll just small text when its german LALALALA 4AM LLAALLA

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