He can feel his team thrumming with just how not-okay it all is. He thinks he's lucky they haven't quite figured everything out yet, that they're still young in his world, still practically children. He also knows that makes them vulnerable, makes them prey in the eyes of his colleagues.
"That - that is my body. And I look very dead." Parker's voice is flat, unfaltering.
"You are. You're all dead, actually," Eliot told her. It was relaxing, almost to be back here, back in his home with his own skin.
"You killed us. That is not okay," Hardison told him, finally finding his voice.
"Not exactly." When he's met immediately with four glares, Eliot falters. "Well, yes, I did. But it's okay."
"I don't want to spend my afterlife with my murderer, " Sophie declares. "I want to spend it on a yacht, surrounded by diamonds and priceless art."
Eliot rolls his eyes. "That is not how the afterlife works, okay? I killed you for a reason
( ... )
Wha....? OK, I don't know what's going on but I'm *INTRIGUED*. And I love the idea of stealing back their lives. XD Something tells me Nate is going to be out of his depth.
*blinks* Huh? Has Eliot lost his mind or is there some sort of Whedon-esque bad guy he was trying to get away from? But that last line... *grin* Eliot's been hanging around with Nate for too long. And let me guess, he knows Willow or someone like her who can bring the team back?
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He can feel his team thrumming with just how not-okay it all is. He thinks he's lucky they haven't quite figured everything out yet, that they're still young in his world, still practically children. He also knows that makes them vulnerable, makes them prey in the eyes of his colleagues.
"That - that is my body. And I look very dead." Parker's voice is flat, unfaltering.
"You are. You're all dead, actually," Eliot told her. It was relaxing, almost to be back here, back in his home with his own skin.
"You killed us. That is not okay," Hardison told him, finally finding his voice.
"Not exactly." When he's met immediately with four glares, Eliot falters. "Well, yes, I did. But it's okay."
"I don't want to spend my afterlife with my murderer, " Sophie declares. "I want to spend it on a yacht, surrounded by diamonds and priceless art."
Eliot rolls his eyes. "That is not how the afterlife works, okay? I killed you for a reason ( ... )
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