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[She hadn't liked that nickname at first. It had been too personal, too weird coming from someone she barely knew. But Scaramouche was nothing if not persistent, and now she can't imagine him calling her anything else.

She glances back over her shoulder when he asks that question, the radiation suit making movement difficult but not impossible.]

The show? You mean the fight?

[If... it could be called a fight. That word didn't quite seem to fit what she'd been watching.]

Pft, I mean, yeah. We were due some action around here, right? What do you think we can salvage off it?

A question for later, babe. I say we let them do all the work-- [he jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the colony, then gestures between the two of them] --while we play!

[The grin he flashes at her is wiped away as a powerful gust of wind knocks him back a step. A hand goes to his head out of habit to push down a hat that isn't there. He can only dig his feet in until the sandy blast passes.]

Shit--

[There isn't much to Julie and the wind catches her by surprise. She grabs out for Scaramouche's hand but falls anyway, hitting the ground with a pained oof and almost falling flat on her back.]

Oh, fucking hell-- [She spits out, grimacing.]

[The gale overstays its welcome. After hanging around for what feels like an entire minute (it's actually ten seconds), it finally lets up and he's able to move again.

Scaramouche throws a brief glance in Julie's direction. Well, it was going to be brief, but that was before he noticed his shorter, less durable companion had been knocked off her feet. With a genial smile, he turns and tilts forward, bending close enough to offer her a hand she can reach. If she takes it, she'll be greeted by a firm, but not forceful, tug to get her moving.]

[Well, at least he doesn't laugh at her. She had kind of expected him to laugh at her.

She does take the offered hand and lets out a small, strained noise as he pulls her back up to her feet. Julie's first breath once she's standing is one that wheezes slightly, but the noise doesn't carry into the next one.]

Not cool. [She mutters with a small roll of her eyes.] I'm grabbing your arm next time.

[Scaramouche's smile widens into a playful grin; he sticks out his elbow, offering the arm to her without worry.]

It's all yours.

[She shoots him a sidelong smirk, but shakes her head.]

I'll be fine, just be ready. [Because if that shit happens again, she's grabbing on.] Sooooooo, where to, first?

Well, let's see here.

[Scaramouche rests a hand at his hip and pretends to appraise their red-tinted surroundings with a contemplative look, completing the picture with a hand over his chin.]

If you'll look to your right, we've got a toxic wasteland, but if you'll look to your left -- what's that, you ask? [Gesturing toward one of the newer features of the desert landscape, the reason they came out here:] It's a giant hole in the ground! Now what could be down there, babe, glowing at the bottom of it?

[He tilts his face downward to beam at her, lowering his arms to his sides.]

Guess there's one way to find out!

[She gives him a look, tilting her head so she can see him through the radiation suit visor.]

Sure is.

[And at least it's close by. The weird strip mall is good to poke around in but when you've seen one Hot Topic tshirt haven't you really seen them all? Julie's not really an edgy teenager anymore.]

Hmm, glowing hole in the ground, or weird glowy gravestones and a mutilated robot spider? Choices, choices.

Oh, would ya look at that! That's two glowing holes in the ground! What are the odds, babe? Not a lot to see down that one [gesturing to the cracked earth] unless you're a fan of certain rocks. You like jewels, baby?

[He knows Aku does; it's one of the first things he plans to report to him, in fact. The shinier the better, as far as the boss is concerned. This planet must have an untold number of them just itching to be mined!]

So that's what they are. [Grave markers. He supposes it does look like a boneyard, though the ones he knows have rows of crudely engraved headstones on display; they're not low-key light shows. He lets the pause linger, then:] Whaddaya say, babe? Do we dive in for a closer look?

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I dunno. [She answers with a light shrug of one shoulder. Julie, with the difficult and bloody life she'd had from her pre-teens, had never developed the preoccupation with sparkly things that some girls had. What would be the point? A bracelet or a necklace, or even a ring can get caught on something and hurt you, or get in the way. They don't serve a purpose.

Not to say she isn't curious about what might be down there. Just not about jewels.

Julie purses her lips as her attention turns to the gravestones.]

Yeah. That's why we've got suited up and dragged ourselves out here, right?

[His smile is impossibly wide. He falls back into a leisurely stroll, a slight bounce in his step as he turns his head toward her and says:]

Let's get going.

[And so the two of them mosey on over to the rim of the giant sandy pit; what used to be the spider bot's hiding place. There are dark stripes on the dunes along the way. That's what they look like from a distance, anyway. Up close, they're revealed to be lines of scorched sand, traces of laser fire from the battle just a few hours earlier.

Scaramouche starts to sing to himself.

Finally, they're at the edge of the crater. He peers down the steep, slippery slope, falling silent for a moment. A teasing smile curves his mouth, and he turns to Julie and bends an arm, inviting her to skip ahead of him and take the plunge.]

After you?

[She hangs half a step back from him as they walk, but is more than ready to grab onto his arm again should another gust of air threaten to sweep her off her feet. He starts to sing and she looks up at him sidelong, but doesn't think that he notices.

At the edge of the slope she stops beside him and squints up at him through the visor of her suit.]

Oh, ladies first? [She asks, an almost taunting lilt to her voice.] How chivalrous of you.

[Julie leans over the edge of the slope, scrunches her nose up slightly, and doesn't step forwards.]

How are we getting back up?

[His gaze flits away to follow hers, but only briefly, and at the question, there's a slight pause, followed by a widening of that grin. It has a sly edge to it now, which can only mean one thing: he's got an idea.]

I know. [A thickly gloved hand floats across her back to lightly sit itself against the shoulder of her suit.] Let's take the scenic route.

[Scaramouche has an idea. That could mean a lot of trouble for Julie, but she's relatively sure at this point that he wouldn't put her into any kind of real danger on purpose. There's a trust there, if a slightly wary one.

Enough that she doesn't squirm away at the hand on her back.]

The scenic route? [She says, her expression twisting slightly in suspicion.] What are you plotting?

[In one slick motion, Scaramouche sidesteps behind her, and without any further warning, he's bending low to scoop her legs up in one arm while his other presses firm around her back. He stands tall, luminescent eyes flicking skyward, then back down at her.]

Hold on to your hat, babe.

[He might as well have said 'we're clear for take-off', but nobody's flying today. Returning his focus to the red sky, he bends swiftly at the knees and suddenly they're sprung high into the air.

They're airborne for a full five seconds.

Sticking the landing at the bottom of the pit with a lithe, practiced ease, he tightens his grip on her upon impact. Then he relaxes it, and he's smirking unashamedly as he bends closer to the ground to set her on her feet again.]

[He's too quick for her to react when he scoops her up, and she can only let out a very undignified, strangled squeak. She grabs his shoulder when he jumps, yelling out in sheer shock.

Oh, he's going to pay for that.

When he sets her down, she lands a punch against his chest that she instantly regrets. The walls of the pit echo with the sounds of Julie's tirade of loud cursing as she stomps in a circle holding her fist against her chest.]

You dick! You scared the shit out of me!

[Her fist hits him square in the chest and Scaramouche's optics fly wide open; the blow doesn't hurt him, and the added padding of the radiation suit cushions it well, but he does feel it, letting out a quiet oogh. Somehow, he didn't expect it to play out like this.

And yet he makes a swift recovery, almost obliviously delighted as he follows her around with his eyes, aiming to placate her while she stomps around in a huff.]

Julie, baby, don't be like that. ♪ Why get sore at me, huh?

[The smile he gives her isn't mocking; he wears it when they're sitting at the bar together, where--it seems to him--they're at ease with one another. It's as natural as they come.]

Sore at you? I should fucking kill you.

[But there's no fire behind the threat, only the aggravation of the pain throbbing through her knuckles that soon subsides. Some smarter part of her brain knew well enough to not hit him too hard, and nothing is broken.

She huffs sharply, looking up to where they had jumped down from.]

And if you can't get us out, I will kill you. You better have thought that far ahead.

Have I ever let you down?

[He flashes her a teasing grin before turning and moving toward the rows of light that make up the graveyard, treading on light, unhurried steps like a bot who hasn't got a care in the world.]

[She makes a face at him.]

I guess not.

[And, for the lack of anywhere else to go, Julie steps right along after him with her ears pricked for any kind of danger.]

You're still an asshole.

[Scaramouche lets a short silence settle between them for a moment; how long until she cools off, he wonders.

Once they've made it over to the boneyard, his helmet turns. He peers down at her with a smile--as always.]

Not much to look at, is it, babe?

[She lets out a soft sound, a little scoff in the back of her throat, and though she's still somewhat ruffled it doesn't seem that she's sulking with him too badly.

Julie gives him a sidelong look as he speaks, then squints out over the view in front of them.]

You expecting something impressive? It's just dead stuff, if anything's even really here.

Someone wanted us to see this. If they didn't, why all the lights?

[He steps forward, and as he's about to bend at his middle to examine a tablet in the front row, a bright beam shoots out of the top of it and he freezes from the ground up, his eyes wide as the light ray descends across him.

It's just a scanner.

The writing on the tombstone rearranges itself.]

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[She swallows down a retort, knowing damn well that he's right and that everything here seems designed to be seen somehow. Nothing feels as if it happens for no reason. Julie stays silent and still for a few moments, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, then she makes a face and huffs out a sharp breath.

Then the scanner falls across him, and she grabs his arm as if to pull him back, only to freeze as well.]

... What the actual fuck.

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