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[runningred]

{From here}

Jay's room is very tidy, everything packed down and locked up. Apart from the suit hanging on a stand and the rack of guns set up and waiting.

Jay nods, welcoming Sherral in as he add the holster to the rack.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

It feels - strange, being here with everything packed away.

But Sherral does his best not to let that show, instead shutting the door behind him.

[runningred]

He starts shedding his jeans and top, laying out his undersuit. It's been artfully make to look torn up and dirt, like it did when he arrived. "The trick is getting to the centre of the pit before they notice something's wrong. I need to be able to reach Squire before it gets hot."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral wanders up behind him, easing a hand onto his back, just lightly, and glancing at the suit.

"A bit of old-fashioned stagecraft, then? Dress the part, act as you did when you were poisoned by them?"

[runningred]

Jay leans into the touch, allowing himself just to feel that moment of warmth before nodding and starting to pull on the rest of his suit. "That's the idea, yeah."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"How long should it take you to reach the centre of the pit?" Sherral asks, easing back a little to give Jay some room to pull on his suit.

[runningred]

"Ten metres to reach Squire." He zips up the suit up. "Sedative on the palm of my glove to put her down and keep her safe."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"A fair distance," Sherral says, frowning. "But if you're lucky, they will just assume the drug is working as intended and won't be looking for signs that it isn't."

[runningred]

"I'm going to have to run at her as if I plan to kill her." He lifts the harness into place, then the belt holster.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"That, at least, is an easier acting job than if you had to get there slowly."

[runningred]

"The state I was in when I arrived-" He cuts himself off, trying not to think about the last moments before the door saved him. About how much he wanted to kill Squire, as soon as he saw her. "It'll be fine."

He activates a button inside the suit and the whole thing turns invisible, showing only the tatted looking undersuit.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral steps back, giving it a once over. "It looks good. The suit, I mean. Should be more than enough to fool them."

[runningred]

He nods and turns, getting Sherral to check all of it.

There a distance in Jay, a hardness he rarely shows anyone here but he trusts Sherral to understand that. One solider to another.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral checks it fairly thoroughly, keeping an eye out for any gaps, irregularities, or anything else that might tip someone off. It only takes one person noticing, after all.

Then he gives Jay a quick nod.

[runningred]

Jay returns the nod and starts loading weapons into holsters, knives into boots. They vanish into the suit, linings and flaps designed to cover them.

He's taking an arsenal, more weapons than he had on him when he traveled with Sherral.

He puts up one sleeve, meaning to strap on the wrist blade but stops himself, swallowing a sudden rise of bile at the memory of nightmares in his drugged state.

"You take this." He offers it to Sherral, blade towards himself. "It'll be more use to you than me."

[fluffiest_archadian]

-- Sherral's not sure what to do for a moment. Then he takes the blade by the handle.

"My thanks," he says levelly. "I'll keep it with me until your return."

[runningred]

"Thanks." He won't ask for it back. It has complicated connotations since the serum.

He slips the last of his knives into his boots, pulling out a very particular knife with a wavy blade. He holds it for a moment. Just holding it before slipping it into the sheath inside his jacket.

He picks up the helmet with it's faceless red mask, looking into the black eyes for a moment. "I'm ready."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral gives a quick nod.

"Good luck, then. I'll see you on your return."