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WHO • Illya Kuryakin ([personal profile] razh) & napoleon solo ([personal profile] selective)
WHERE • deck 2, corridor
WHEN • arrival
WHAT • two spies, one ship, endless possibilities.
WARNINGS • n/a currently - may update!

[ when illya finally comes to terms with where he is, and the lack of information he has to combat it, he decides that his only course of action is to take stock and familiarize. he needs to know where he is, what this new location is capable of, and what he needs to expect when he moves around in order to better understand how - in any capacity at all - he will possibly get out of here. so when he does finally come to,
he starts moving. he starts taking stock. he starts figuring out where he is and why.

it leads him out into the hallway. it leads him around the corner. he is unarmed and somehow, unbeknownst to him, empty-handed. he won't deal with this for log - there are enough items around that he could use to his advantage, but for now? for now he will make do with his hands. and his training.

which are both, nearly, enacted when he turns the corner to find someone else rounding it. someone else he hadn't been expecting, and who he nearly offed in that single moment in a spur of near-shock. but it is his instincts that hold him back, and his instincts that are the reason he recognizes the man seconds after he rounds the corner, stopping right in his tracks. ]

Cowboy? [ it can't possibly be true. ]

Date: 2017-06-02 07:07 pm (UTC)
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[ solo wakes, disoriented and drowsy. for a moment, he thinks that he is back in uncle rudy's torture chamber, waking up after victoria drugged him — but no, it isn't that. he doesn't know where he is, doesn't recognise anything. it could be worse than uncle rudy's torture chamber, but somehow, he doubts that it will be. in comparison, finding that he doesn't know where he is or how he got here is a relief.

finding that he is neither hurt nor constrained in any way is one, too, though the lack of weapon is somewhat bothersome, really.

nowhere to go but forward, though of course, solo isn't quite certain which direction would count as forward and which as back. he simply starts in one direction and almost collides with a giant of a man moments later. a familiar giant of a man, at that. ]

Peril. [ he manages to force his tone into casual registers, like he isn't surprised at all to find his russian — what, partner? here. ]

Date: 2017-06-03 02:57 pm (UTC)
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[ if it's a test, it's a very strange one, and not one solo particularly likes. it probably isn't one. it's probably a very strange abduction; though in that case, it would make sense for gaby to be here as well, wouldn't it? unless she is, somehow, doublecrossing them again — but solo doesn't think that, not really. ]

I wish I knew. [ he admits after a moment, tone regretful in a way that is, but doesn't sound, genuine. ]

Date: 2017-06-04 03:34 pm (UTC)
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It's rather curious that no one's come forward to make demands yet, isn't it? I suppose we'll just have to investigate. [ of course, by "investigate" solo means "turn things over and shake them until something falls out" instead of anything more subtle. while he can do subtle, his usual approach is more flash.

this place looks like it could use a little flash and grandeur, but it may be even beyond solo to provide it. (not that he'll admit as much. not that he'll admit that he's at a loss, that he's worried, that he hates not knowing.)

he offers a nod a moment later in acknowledgement of a point well-made: ]
And find a place to leave posthaste.

Date: 2017-06-14 07:32 pm (UTC)
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I suppose we'll have to start walking and opening doors, then. [ there's got to be one that leads out of here, and possibly one that tells them where here is. there's an odd hum, a vibration to the place that reminds solo of being aboard a large ship. ]

Do you think we should split up?

[ somehow, solo finds himself reluctant to. ]

Date: 2017-06-20 07:08 pm (UTC)
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Neither do I. I have been looking for it, but I suppose our kidnappers didn't want to make it too easy on us. [ though this is easily the strangest abduction solo has ever experienced.

illya's response to his suggestion that they split up is immediate, and solo decides not to investigate the relief he feels at the vehemence behind that no too closely. illya is the only familiar thing in this environment to him, surely it's only natural that he'd rather not lose track of him immediately. it's only sensible, too. ]

I agree. [ he gestures vaguely into one direction, chosen arbitrarily. ] Shall we?

Date: 2017-07-24 05:04 pm (UTC)
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And mine.

[ not that solo has very much gear to find, or at least not gear that he considers indispensable. he has his gun, at least, with the silencer, carrying both in a shoulder holster that is hidden by clever tailoring of his suit jacket.

illya is quite right: solo picked the direction at random. why not this way? ]
If either of our things were taken with us, that is.

[ solo doesn't know what to make of this entire situation, and that has him more on edge than he'd like to admit. having illya at his back (or front) eases some of the tension, strangely enough. ]

Date: 2017-08-02 01:24 pm (UTC)
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[ solo has his gun and his suit, the rest of his equipment wasn't ever really his. the cia's, sure, but not his in any way that matters. if they're stuck here, it won't be his equipment he'll miss but some of the art he's squirrelled away over the years, the finer pieces, good wine, that kind of thing. ]

I'm not sure what to think, honestly. [ it's an admission, because it is honest. ] Why would they take us and not tie us up or interrogate us? None of this makes sense, exactly.

Date: 2017-08-04 06:16 pm (UTC)
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It doesn't quite seem Waverly's style.

[ he could believe it of the cia or the kgb, easily. he'd like to think that he's a better judge of character than to get so wrong an impression of waverly, but — he's been wrong about the man before, considering him a mark, hasn't he? ]

What do you suggest?

Date: 2017-08-18 01:56 pm (UTC)
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No, it might not.

[ solo doesn't put it past the cia, either, though he imagines he'd find someone gloating soon enough if it really were the cia behind this.

it's just. odd. it's really odd and solo doesn't like that he doesn't know the angles, can't read this game. ]
Agreed. Let's keep going.

[ they're at a fork between two corridors. solo heads to the right after a moment, after a glance at illya. ]