"It’s all in the walk, buddy. Act like you own everything
and everyone in the room.”
"The more of an asshole you are, the more rich people
think you are — probably best not to be hanging around
the shrimp so much too.”
”Ay, I have two things to say to you.
One — I ain’t ever gon’ pass up free shrimp.
Two — we ain’t all had a lifetime of living as
rich white boys. Now will you stay still so
I can wire you?”
"This is the stupidest—"
"—I’m going to get my ass handed to me. Okay, alright.
Ready to go — eugh, more suits.”
”Nah man, you know what’s stupid? Me
In a tux.”
”I wore one once. Someone thought I was
the god damn waiter.”
All threats are ignored.
"Still talkin’ t’your imaginary friends?"
"Yanno, with as much as you wire and rewire things around here, ya think you’d of added some extra outlets by now so we didn’t have this problem."
”Does no-one on this team understand the wonders
of internet communication?
How’s this for rewirin’ — I’mma add biometric
scanners to every electronic device in the
kitchen, so you can’t cook a goddamn thing.”
The wrath of Alan Rickman.
"What—- ya mean this cord.”
=giving it a solid and obviously intentional tug=
Silence. Mournful, grieving silence for the
raiding party that just lost their mage.
”——by Grabthar’s hammer, you shall be
avenged, my friends.
Ain’t none of yo’ fancy kung fu gon’ save
you now, boy.”
“——-if you pull that power cord, I will—
—god help me, I will kill you——”
captaindiscipline #there’s like 840834 different kinds of nope in this video man#my soul hurts
Whomever made it set out to punch everyone in the feels. Like every feel they could find.
[ I was not prepared
Primarily because I’ve spent too much time with my mother and initially thought it was going to be a Take That song :| ]
“No, of course not.
You’re quite talkative for hired help— I assume you’re here because you’re good at your work, and not for that mouth.”
“Here ‘cause I’m the best, baby. Only guy to crack your
Oh. Oh, right, you want— you want me to shut up. Nah, I totally get it. I got it. Mmhmm.”
“…Alright…” But now he was fixated on what was above him, because he could never recall ever feeling someone’s excitement, intrigue, and caution above his head. I’m feeling things in all the wrong places today, he thought.
The vent system was pretty much exposed in this estranged art gallery, so it wasn’t too hard to follow, although for the life of him he could never recall having ever looked at them before, so for the artist/nephilim it was like a rediscovery of the very place he worked. The foundation and all the little in betweens were Mr. Sullivan’s job.
Lirim followed along until he reached the office/storage room to the very back of the building, unlocking and relocking the door behind him. The room was filled with all sorts of sculptures, paintings, and paperwork filed and hidden, wrapped and organized in rows of steel racks. He looked back to the large metal vent and smiled. “Never tried this before,” he muttered, extending his hand outward towards the vent. Whatever was in there would feel as if a magnet had caught its extremities. Maybe it was just a wild animal, confused as to how it had gotten in there. Whatever it was, it didn’t belong, and it was about to get yanked, hard.
It’s Parker’s undignified and panicked squawk that rouses Hardison into action, and as soon as she’s managed to tell him where she is (“South-east corner! SOUTH-EAST CORNER!”), he’s running.
The door he slams up against is locked, and he almost fumbles his lockpicks as he pulls them hastily from his pocket. God, he can’t wait for the future, when even locks on broom closets are electronic and his life will become so much easier.
Then he’s through, and he barely has time to register that this is the man he was just talking to, who appears to be doing whatever it is to Parker with no apparent equipment or apparatus, before he’s speaking.
”—-ay, come on! You gotta— she ain’t doin’ anything wrong.
—okay so she broke into yo’ ventilation system, but scout’s honour, she just does it for the kicks. She’s not stealin’, so just quit… whatever the hell it is you’ doing.”