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Chloe Frazer ([personal profile] totallytrustworthy) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-09-21 09:36 pm

Just how far would you like to run

Date & Time: 9/10 + 1:30pm. Hottest time of the day in the desert. Enjoy.
Location: Cairo, Egypt
Characters: Chloe Frazer, Charlie Cutter
Summary: Get in, steal some ancient, sacred artifacts pertaining to the Book of the Dead and a couple of spare canopic jars, party hard and start some trouble. 
Warnings: Extreme stupidity


When the swirl of dust from displacement settles along with the slight nausea rolling around at the lowest point of her stomach-- when Chloe shakes off the memory of exsilium under the heat of midday sun on her skin-- making the leap from future to past is routine enough these days that she skips the shock and awe, moving to give both herself and her surroundings  a quick, efficient evaluation. They're not far off from the city (Cairo, according to the briefing) but the distance serves as a decent enough buffer as the pair get their bearings. 

Better than being shoved feet-first into over crowded streets, in her opinion.

"Jesus, Charlie." She's halfway through patting down the almost too-taut fabric of her Initiative-donated linen dress by the time he finally grabs her attention. "You've got hair."

 
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-21 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Extracting his arms from the mess of scrolls and record keeping, Charlie brushes his hands across the linen wrapped round his center. He shoots a sidelong glance toward the doorway. "Make just a bit of noise. I'll stand just inside there and grab whoever comes through. We get them to show us what we're looking for, we lift it and destroy it once in the clear. Yeah?"

It's not exactly an elegant plan, but it's better than this.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
See, this is why he's fond of her - or one of the reasons. It's a completely nutter sort of idea, but she takes it well enough in stride that Charlie hardly has time to slip to the doorway before the crash of the pot prompts that distant scrape of footsteps to stray closer - for a man to appear in the doorway. The sight of a lone woman in the archive must not be something to raise the general alarm over, but the man does stride forward with a stormy look on his face, mouth open to--

Which is when Charlie grabs him in a choke hold from behind, clamping a broad hand over his nose and mouth and squeezing the man's neck into the crook of his elbow despite the bucking and clawing at his forearms. He holds steady as the man struggles, jaw set and clenched, until the priest - surely he must be that - goes quiet and starts to sag. It's only then that Charlie loosens his grip so the bloke won't black out on them.

"See?" He throws Chloe a grin over the limp man's shoulder. "Nothing to it."
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-21 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
With a huff of breath - honestly, everyone's a bloody critic - Charlie swings the poor bloke under his arm and gently (moving toward not so gently) slaps his cheek to bring him round. "Come on, lad. Perk up. I've a favor to ask you."

Not surprisingly, it's met with a bit of struggle - though Charlie squashes that quickly enough, clamping his hand tighter over his mouth and nose again.

"Easy there. I just want you to look something up for me, isn't that right darling?" Charlie throws Chloe a sidelong glance, wheeling the man around so he can get a proper look at her as well. "And then the lovely lady and I'll be out of your hair. So point out where you've got Amenhotep's scroll quick as you can, eh?"

He's self aware enough to know that the whole thing is comedic as anything. He's got a bloody Egyptian priest under his arm, struggling against his grip and then cow towing the moment he closes the angle of his elbow or tightens his fingers. It's a train wreck waiting to happen. Nonetheless after a terse moment of consideration, the man in his grip starts to shuffle in the direction of one of the shelving units.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Both Charlie and the priest he's got under his arm make a matching noise of horror as she tosses the scroll onto the fire, Charlie hand slipping from over his captive's mouth and nose in the process. There's a pregnant beat of horror as the old scroll goes up like a bloody matchstick, followed by an uncomfortable beat as the two men share a look--

Which quickly dissolves as the priest starts on the very first note of shouting an alarm. Charlie quickly tightens his arm back round his neck, clapping his hand soundly down over the man's mouth to smother the sound. "Shit." A solid strike to the side of the priest's head is enough for him to go limp. Charlie dumps him rather unceremoniously to the floor.

"Yeah alright, going."
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's quick enough after her, footsteps arguably less light as he goes (the element of stealth has been blasted out of the water as it is), though less quick to stop as she draws up suddenly. Charlie nearly collides with her, catching her shoulder as much in an effort to keep her upright as it is to steady himself.

The question isn't what he's expecting - as if he was anticipating one at all. "Seriously? Pardon the pun, but I don't think this is the time." They've got bloody swords leveled at them, thank you very much.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Right. That's a bit sloppy of him. He quickly turns his wrist to get a look at his watch - has to make himself see past the glamor or whatever technological trick is making it look like a heavy metal cuff - before he can really distinguish much of anything. Then: "Soon, actually. Though I'd rather not get there with my guts hanging out if you don't mind."

He closes his hand more firmly at her shoulder, dragging her back a half pace from the approaching guards. There has to be a back exit from this place - or somewhere they can loose the bastards and then loop back round.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
If there's one place Charlie lags behind the infamous Nathan Drake, it's that he's not always terribly quick on his feet. Clever, absolutely. Reliable? Honestly probably more so. But he's desperately guilty of over thinking and there's a palpable pause between when she lags and he jumps in:

"Abubakar. We'll splatter his brains."
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
This has got to be the most ludicrous 'escape' he's ever made in his life (and that counts the time in Malaysia with the leopard). It's so utterly pedestrian, made comically ridiculous by the fact that they're in bloody linens and facing off with a pair of actual honest to god blades and their hostage is a (nonexistent) bit of someone's insides. This is going to be one of those stupid stories he tells to people when he's doing his best Victor Sullivan impression.

Strafing sideways, he moves along with her toward the exit. They just have to get the guards turned around, take a few feet and they'll have a clear path to the gates and their escape into the tangled mess that is Cairo itself. Though give them ten, fifteen minutes and they'll be home free regardless.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-22 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't need to tell him twice. Charlie turns tail and sprints without looking back, certain she's behind him. His footfalls are heavy as he goes, slapping against the pressed stone floor as they make their way back through the same corridors they'd come through. He doesn't pause at the last doorway, vaulting for it - an amazingly lucky move as the guard outside it isn't expecting someone to come barreling through. Both of them are surprised, but before the guard can get his wits about him and lop Charlie's head off, Charlie throws his bulk straight at him - just managing to get in under the blade and break the poor bastard's arm with a measured slam to the wrong side of his elbow.

The weapon gets dropped and they're left with a relatively clear path to the rope leading up and over the wall. Charlie snags the short sword from the ground, adrenaline pounding in his ears.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's at the base of the wall before she's gotten very far, wielding that ridiculous sword and feeling naked despite it. He hasn't got the first clue what to do with a knife (beyond the obvious: stick them with the pointy end) and if it comes down to a sword fight between him and a few reasonably trained guards, Charlie suspects he'll come out on the losing end of that one in fairly short order.

So yeah, faster is better seeing as those guards are closing in fast, flanked by a few priests clearly bewildered and curious about the noise. If they don't get out of this soon, there'll doubtless be people waiting for them on the far side of the wall as well.

So he can't very well fight with the sword, but the moment she's far enough up the rope Charlie certainly throws it at the approaching guards. It doesn't do any damage save to slow them down by a few paces, but it gives him the opportunity to snatch the rope by both hands and haul himself up: scrambling madly up the side of the wall and chanting "Shit, shit, shit," as he goes.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-23 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, shit--!" Charlie braces himself, winding his arm around the rope so be can get a proper one handed grip on it before he starts to yank the end up after him with his spare hand. One of the guards leaps for it and Charlie shouts something unintelligible (but probably rude) as the man's fingers graze just shy of catching it.

And then he's continuing his climb as quickly as he can in a sloppy tangle of rope and thrashing limbs until he reaches the edge and can haul himself to the top of the wall. "Well this is going well," he pants, flinging the rope down to the other side.
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-10-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh come on," he calls after her, except from this vantage point he can definitely see the signs of guards running for the gate, bearing a few torches - the glint of more swords.

Charlie swears very gently (and under his breath where she likely won't hear it). Once Chloe's got her feet on the ground, he follows her lead and descends quickly down the rope to the far side of the wall.

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