[closed] and since we've one place to go

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Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads a polar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(




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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL

the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab

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[ Taako was invited on this mission because he's Nate's friend, and Nate knows that Taako would have thrown an absolute fit if he didn't. Even the mildest, joking threat of leaving him behind set the elf absolutely seething.

He knows he's capable, but more than that, Nate likes his company.

Taking the hand up Nate gets to his feet again, exhaling quietly at the shattered glass around them. He worries his lip with his teeth, nodding, distant. ]

I think a good meal will help morale. [ The smile he flashes Taako is thin, but Nate supplements it with a pat on the shoulder. ] Thanks.

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[Excuse you don't show up here and say things like he gets to go do cool stuff because he's loved or something. Gosh. He worked hard to get on Nate's good side, to get to be on the shortlist for doing cool shit like this.

(But also, like, Nate can care about him. Maybe. That might force him to think about caring about Nate, and that just sounds like a big old fucking mess, even if he's already doing it and simply refusing to acknowledge the experience.)

Nate gets to his feet, and Taako just nods, sparing no more gazes to what they're going to leave behind.]

Don't worry about it, my man. I know how it goes.

[This won't be the first time. It's a reunion tour, in a way, even when it's just the twins' and a new crew of misfits against the world. He gestures to the doorway.]

C'mon, get outta here, if you kill any more braincells with those fumes you'll forget how to kiss my ass.

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[ Same story, different venue.

For a long time Nate's professional life was just this: rooting through someone else's remains, finding the material worth keeping, and moving on. Morbid, maybe. Sometimes disrespectful. But the dead are dead, and more than that, they're worth learning from. What they can take away from is similar to what they can contribute with the knowledge gained.

There's peace in revelation, no matter how grim. ]

Yeah, God forbid. [ He rolls his eyes, grinning. ] Dick.

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[He knows the feeling. He really does. But sometimes just being around someone, just Knowing, is enough.

Taako just chuckles, even if it's something dumb and unimportant. But Nate's smiling. But they're leaving.

That's something in the end.]

You know it.

[That'll be enough.]