TC Ep 276 Script

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tiraa walking down tunnel, approaches cave where she sees keelee’s dad and cepni arguing.

cep: for the final time, your request is not approved. return to your barracks.

g: I just need one jar - everyone will find out otherwise and I’ll -

c: leave. now. if i hear from you again you will be exiled.

g: (sneers) you heartless -

tiraa: (steps into room) you asked to speak with me, cepni?

c: tiraa. take a seat.

(garek pushes past her, sneering “eagle scum”).

t: I’ll stand. what’s this about.

c: (turns to tablet) it has come to our attention that some of our recruitment appeals are performing better with the general public.

t: that’s good, isn’t it? that people are watching them?

C: it is good, although they all share a surprising similarity

t: what?

c: they all feature you, and that footage of you at your wedding punching the director’s son in the face before you fly off into the sunset, notorious Murder boss draped across your shoulders.

T: …i’ve seen it. that’s not how i would describe it, though. and neekia was there helping.

c: nevertheless, it has made an…impression on people. 

t: and let me guess, leadership wishes to exploit that somehow

c: leadership would like you to be the face of this resistance.

t: no. 

c: think about -

t: why the fuck would i want that? 

c: it’s for the -

t: cepni, ive spent my entire life being told to sit back and look pretty. i’m finally doing something, have a purpose, why would i give that up?

C: you wouldn’t have to, you can still take part in missions, you would just give the average avian an insight into the truth of what this island is hiding. low-ranking avians would look up to you, high-ranking ones would picture themselves in your shoes. You would call for justice and they would find themselves answering.

t: i think you’re fantasizing a bit too hard. and that would jeopardize all i’ve worked towards here - some crows finally respect me, this would just create another schism in the expanse between us. i won’t do it. (turns to walk away)

c: perhaps consider the use of what you are able to uniquely offer to this cause. no one else could do it, and it is arguably one of the most important roles if we are to win this fight. We need numbers, we need to sow distrust with the government, we need to tell the people the truth. how better, than to have it come from the mouth of one of their own? You were poised to be one of the highest of them all, and you still chose to give it all up. surely there would have been a reason for it, surely they would ask themselves why you did it. 

t: i don’t care what they ask themselves. my squad leaves in 15. i’m afraid i have to decline your offer.

c: it may be the most important thing you could do here. think about it. but think fast. time is running out.

tiraa in her and keelee’s cave, tiraa strapping guns to herself, keelee sitting on bed, preening her primaries thatre growing in.

kL: how long will you be gone this time?

t: should be no more than 3 days, we’ve planned it down to the last second. i’ll be back before you know it.

kl: this is a bad one, right? 

t: it’s dangerous, yeah. but also important. 

kl: but why do you have to go?

t: because i’m one of the best, duh. (throws sock at her) be good while im gone, and stay away from that fake dad of yours, he’s out there skulking around again. looks terrible too, feathers missing and all. 

kl:...what’s he doing?

t: mostly pestering leadership for something they won’t give him. he doesn’t deserve anything, all he’s done is sit around and mooch off our resources while the rest of us are out there risking our lives. 

kl: how long have we been down here?

t: a couple of weeks, why?

kl: nothing. just feels like forever.

t: right, i’m off. see you soon.

(t leaves, kl watches her go before getting up and rifling through her things. finds jar and pockets it before wandering down tunnels until she finds garek in the dark on his bed. she throws the jar onto it)

g: that’s -

kl: now you can just dye them, instead of plucking. 

g: you -

kl: i remember your molting schedule. it should be around now, since you were in jail before this too. 

g: how did you know?

kl: ky bought you dye every time you molted. you were always drunk when you used it…the bathroom was a mess after. now you don’t have to beg for it. although this one’s black. but it’s better than people knowing what you are, right? 

g: i…

kl: (walking away) don’t worry, dad. no one will know you’re half eagle, like me. 

scra and ky getting ready for the solstice ball in their room. scra admiring his new earrings.

k: they suit you

s: who knew i looked good in black, huh?

k: har har, i got them because they match your eyes.

s: (blushing) well when you put it like that…also, wow. you clean up well. i knew you were more used to the clothes here (which was why you were such a fashion disaster on Kooup) but who wouldve thought there was another level to how good you could look

k: (turned away, red ears) what, this old thing? it’s definitely last season

s: (trailing fingers up his back, between his wings) there is one thing that would make it even sexier, though

k: w-what’s that?

s: (gripping ky’s jaw) i miss that travelling beard. it made you look so rugged.

K: but - i shaved it so i would look more professional standing next to you -

s: nah, my boyfriend doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone. except for me. and if you wanted to regrow a bit of scruff i wouldn’t be opposed to it.

k: whatever, you’re just jealous you can’t grow one.

s: obviously. well, if we’re ready. let’s go introduced ourselves to the world.