Kyle and Topaz || Hamiltrash
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xp_logsKyle comes to Topaz with a plan - and puts the work of Lin Manuel Miranda through the shredder in the process.
Topaz was wandering through the stacks of the chapel library, humming absentmindedly to the song playing on her laptop as she checked to make sure books were in the right places. It was the third time she had done this. But it was better than being in the mansion.
He's constantly confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen
Everyone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman!
Kyle had crept into the library under the airy piano of "That Would Be Enough", intent on knocking - on tapping Topaz gently on the shoulder - on making some kind of noise to indicate his presence.
It was just that Topaz had the soundtrack on in order and he couldn't help it. His legs took over. His mouth took over.
He was jumping on top of one of the library tables before he even thought about it. His claws squeaked on the wood just as the chorus announced "Lafayette!" and
well he tried.
"I'm taking this horse by the reins makin' Redcoa... " "Fuck."
But five and a half words per second was faster than any regular person - and most talented people could sing.
He really did try.
"And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em ... nope."
But where Kyle lost points in pronunciation and not getting caught up by his own tongue he made up in enthusiasm, and volume.
"LAFAYETTE!"
Topaz had been intent enough on her work that she hadn't noticed Kyle creeping up on her until he was already on the table and trying to sing along (badly). "Bloody hell!" She snapped, just barely resisting the urge to find something to throw at him, or simply shove him off the table. "Christ, Kyle. What're you doing? Besides testing my tables. Which, get down."
"Well, I was going to France for more guns... and ships." Kyle plopped down on the table, and swung his feet. "But that's only because I totally got distracted. I had a point, I wasn't just like, lurking out here to go all Hamiltrash at you."
"I'm torn on whether I believe you," Topaz said seriously. The laptop was on the other side of the library, too far away to be bothered with going to turn off the music, and it wasn't like she didn't know it all by heart anyways. "Suddenly get an interest in magic or physics? That's basically all I've got down here."
Kyle made a face that screamed "Lady, you are full of crap", mouth twisted to one side and eyes narrow. "Well, all I've got's my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits... " He considered that. "Okay, I mean, that's you, I've got all mine and like, half a grad school application, but we'll go with it."
Topaz leaned on the table behind her, completely unimpressed. Apparently he wanted to do this conversation in Hamilton quotes. "So you said you came down here for something other than to butcher Lin Manuel Miranda's work?"
"I'm being honest, I'm working with like, a third of what Clint promised. We're a powder keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load." Kyle managed to get through the quote without laughing, though, it was a near thing watching the expression of disbelief on Topaz's face grow. "For serious. Don't make me shave my head and be Chris Jackson here."
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say 'I am not throwing away my shot'?" Topaz crossed arms, raising an eyebrow. "You better not start calling me 'son'."
Kyle's face went thoughtful, head tilted all the way to one side. "I mean. Like. I feel like this is more Hamilton and Laurens, but you don't like beer, so no two pints of Sam Adams, and definitly not working on three." He settled onto the table more firmly, elbows on knees and toes scraping the floor. "Okay, there isn't a real Hamilton parallel here. Clinto recruited me up as his right hand man, but I'm actually not gonna write like I need it to stay alive. I need help."
Topaz shifted to settle more securely on the table, still frowning at Kyle. "You need help with....?" She prompted. "What? Finding someone more willing to quote Hamilton with you?"
"Yo, if I wanted that I'd call Doug. He's a walking Genius annotation for everything." Kyle frowned at Topaz. "You know ima keep this up non-stop right? My client needs a strong defense, you're the solution." He held a hand up and made a talky motion with his fingers. "Oh, whose my client? Clint's wacky team idea doesn't rhyme something something constitution." He flipped his hand to point at Topaz. "You. Team. Magic Stuff. Library. Field leadership."
Topaz' eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. "Me," she said slowly. "Field leadership? You've got to be joking. Library I can do. Team I can.... maybe do. Magic I can do in a pinch if Amanda isn't around. Leadership? No. No way."
"Look, I know you're all like, "I'm nothing without Washington behind me" about Amanda but yo, you are capable and smart and all that other stuff people are supposed to say to convince somebody that they're not just somebody's sidekick. You are not Robin, she's not Batman, and I have seen you be super capable without her, or did you forget about that time we froze our butts off and you like, whammied me so I wouldn't choke Mols to death?"
Shoulders up to ears - a clear sign that Kyle had touched on something sensitive. Topaz turned away, pretending to be focusing on fixing something on a shelf that didn’t need to be fixed. “And what if I screw up?” She finally asked. “I can tell people about magic and about how not to be killed by it, and I can pull off some mind tricks on the fly. But I’m not a leader. No one’s exactly lining up to me on a pedestal or writing letters embellishing my elegance or eloquence. What if you let me go out there leading and I get someone hurt?”
"Well, what if you don't do that?" Kyle asked. "I mean, you don't get a win unless you play in the game. Oh, you get love for it, you get hate for it, you know, Burr got like, every best song in that musical, because Room Where it Happens is way too good of a song." He pointed at Topaz. "And this is where I tell you not to throw away your shot."
"I'm a fan of Wait For It myself." Topaz sighed, looking back at Kyle. "All right," she finally said. "I am not throwing away my shot."
"You know, like, I love Guns and Ships best, just cause, damn, it's so freaking clever, but I mean, I can't sing Guns and Ships." Which Kyle had just resoundingly demonstrated earlier. "I mean I feel like I outta be all, I dunno, keeping up this Hamilton thing and I guess I could maybe do the line about you being my second and my lieutenant when there's reckoning to be reckoned, but honestly, I mean, Topaz, the rest of us know jack crap about magic, you're smarter than me." He paused. "I really wanna quote Non-Stop but lets be real, I mean, I talk too much but it's not like I'm abrasive, and neither one of us is lawyers." Another pause. "Oh my god. We have got to try to get Matt and Foggy to do Hamilton at kareoke."
Topaz felt like she had whip lash trying follow Kyle's train of thought. "Right, uh... you work on getting Murdock and his mate in for karaoke. I won't be joining in on that. And I'm not smarter than you."
"T, little T, British T, you know I didn't actually start calling you T because you're British but it kinda works." Kyle shook himself back to his point. "How many languages you read? How many you speak? How many spell magic things did you have to memorize? You're smarter than me. I speak one and barely sign another and I know for actual facts you magic folks have a handful of weirdo languages and that's not counting Latin or fake Latin or Hogwarts Latin." He held up a finger. "I feel obligated to sing one of King George's songs but I just can't make it work."
"You might be able to pull one of those songs off better than you can Guns and Ships," Topaz pointed out. "You don't have to keep quoting Hamilton to win me over, I'll do it. Whatever 'it' entails."
"Cool, because you get to teach the rest of us how to not get totally fucked up or over by magic, I mean, to start." Kyle said, with a grin. "Magic 101 and all that. Or like, 301 for a couple of us."
“Great,” Topaz said wryly. “I’ll dig up one of the old power points and update it to include... whatever’s happened since the last time we had one of those classes.”
"Cool. I'll order sushi, and we can see how many times Darcy tries to tase me."
Topaz was wandering through the stacks of the chapel library, humming absentmindedly to the song playing on her laptop as she checked to make sure books were in the right places. It was the third time she had done this. But it was better than being in the mansion.
He's constantly confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen
Everyone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman!
Kyle had crept into the library under the airy piano of "That Would Be Enough", intent on knocking - on tapping Topaz gently on the shoulder - on making some kind of noise to indicate his presence.
It was just that Topaz had the soundtrack on in order and he couldn't help it. His legs took over. His mouth took over.
He was jumping on top of one of the library tables before he even thought about it. His claws squeaked on the wood just as the chorus announced "Lafayette!" and
well he tried.
"I'm taking this horse by the reins makin' Redcoa... " "Fuck."
But five and a half words per second was faster than any regular person - and most talented people could sing.
He really did try.
"And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em ... nope."
But where Kyle lost points in pronunciation and not getting caught up by his own tongue he made up in enthusiasm, and volume.
"LAFAYETTE!"
Topaz had been intent enough on her work that she hadn't noticed Kyle creeping up on her until he was already on the table and trying to sing along (badly). "Bloody hell!" She snapped, just barely resisting the urge to find something to throw at him, or simply shove him off the table. "Christ, Kyle. What're you doing? Besides testing my tables. Which, get down."
"Well, I was going to France for more guns... and ships." Kyle plopped down on the table, and swung his feet. "But that's only because I totally got distracted. I had a point, I wasn't just like, lurking out here to go all Hamiltrash at you."
"I'm torn on whether I believe you," Topaz said seriously. The laptop was on the other side of the library, too far away to be bothered with going to turn off the music, and it wasn't like she didn't know it all by heart anyways. "Suddenly get an interest in magic or physics? That's basically all I've got down here."
Kyle made a face that screamed "Lady, you are full of crap", mouth twisted to one side and eyes narrow. "Well, all I've got's my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits... " He considered that. "Okay, I mean, that's you, I've got all mine and like, half a grad school application, but we'll go with it."
Topaz leaned on the table behind her, completely unimpressed. Apparently he wanted to do this conversation in Hamilton quotes. "So you said you came down here for something other than to butcher Lin Manuel Miranda's work?"
"I'm being honest, I'm working with like, a third of what Clint promised. We're a powder keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load." Kyle managed to get through the quote without laughing, though, it was a near thing watching the expression of disbelief on Topaz's face grow. "For serious. Don't make me shave my head and be Chris Jackson here."
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say 'I am not throwing away my shot'?" Topaz crossed arms, raising an eyebrow. "You better not start calling me 'son'."
Kyle's face went thoughtful, head tilted all the way to one side. "I mean. Like. I feel like this is more Hamilton and Laurens, but you don't like beer, so no two pints of Sam Adams, and definitly not working on three." He settled onto the table more firmly, elbows on knees and toes scraping the floor. "Okay, there isn't a real Hamilton parallel here. Clinto recruited me up as his right hand man, but I'm actually not gonna write like I need it to stay alive. I need help."
Topaz shifted to settle more securely on the table, still frowning at Kyle. "You need help with....?" She prompted. "What? Finding someone more willing to quote Hamilton with you?"
"Yo, if I wanted that I'd call Doug. He's a walking Genius annotation for everything." Kyle frowned at Topaz. "You know ima keep this up non-stop right? My client needs a strong defense, you're the solution." He held a hand up and made a talky motion with his fingers. "Oh, whose my client? Clint's wacky team idea doesn't rhyme something something constitution." He flipped his hand to point at Topaz. "You. Team. Magic Stuff. Library. Field leadership."
Topaz' eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. "Me," she said slowly. "Field leadership? You've got to be joking. Library I can do. Team I can.... maybe do. Magic I can do in a pinch if Amanda isn't around. Leadership? No. No way."
"Look, I know you're all like, "I'm nothing without Washington behind me" about Amanda but yo, you are capable and smart and all that other stuff people are supposed to say to convince somebody that they're not just somebody's sidekick. You are not Robin, she's not Batman, and I have seen you be super capable without her, or did you forget about that time we froze our butts off and you like, whammied me so I wouldn't choke Mols to death?"
Shoulders up to ears - a clear sign that Kyle had touched on something sensitive. Topaz turned away, pretending to be focusing on fixing something on a shelf that didn’t need to be fixed. “And what if I screw up?” She finally asked. “I can tell people about magic and about how not to be killed by it, and I can pull off some mind tricks on the fly. But I’m not a leader. No one’s exactly lining up to me on a pedestal or writing letters embellishing my elegance or eloquence. What if you let me go out there leading and I get someone hurt?”
"Well, what if you don't do that?" Kyle asked. "I mean, you don't get a win unless you play in the game. Oh, you get love for it, you get hate for it, you know, Burr got like, every best song in that musical, because Room Where it Happens is way too good of a song." He pointed at Topaz. "And this is where I tell you not to throw away your shot."
"I'm a fan of Wait For It myself." Topaz sighed, looking back at Kyle. "All right," she finally said. "I am not throwing away my shot."
"You know, like, I love Guns and Ships best, just cause, damn, it's so freaking clever, but I mean, I can't sing Guns and Ships." Which Kyle had just resoundingly demonstrated earlier. "I mean I feel like I outta be all, I dunno, keeping up this Hamilton thing and I guess I could maybe do the line about you being my second and my lieutenant when there's reckoning to be reckoned, but honestly, I mean, Topaz, the rest of us know jack crap about magic, you're smarter than me." He paused. "I really wanna quote Non-Stop but lets be real, I mean, I talk too much but it's not like I'm abrasive, and neither one of us is lawyers." Another pause. "Oh my god. We have got to try to get Matt and Foggy to do Hamilton at kareoke."
Topaz felt like she had whip lash trying follow Kyle's train of thought. "Right, uh... you work on getting Murdock and his mate in for karaoke. I won't be joining in on that. And I'm not smarter than you."
"T, little T, British T, you know I didn't actually start calling you T because you're British but it kinda works." Kyle shook himself back to his point. "How many languages you read? How many you speak? How many spell magic things did you have to memorize? You're smarter than me. I speak one and barely sign another and I know for actual facts you magic folks have a handful of weirdo languages and that's not counting Latin or fake Latin or Hogwarts Latin." He held up a finger. "I feel obligated to sing one of King George's songs but I just can't make it work."
"You might be able to pull one of those songs off better than you can Guns and Ships," Topaz pointed out. "You don't have to keep quoting Hamilton to win me over, I'll do it. Whatever 'it' entails."
"Cool, because you get to teach the rest of us how to not get totally fucked up or over by magic, I mean, to start." Kyle said, with a grin. "Magic 101 and all that. Or like, 301 for a couple of us."
“Great,” Topaz said wryly. “I’ll dig up one of the old power points and update it to include... whatever’s happened since the last time we had one of those classes.”
"Cool. I'll order sushi, and we can see how many times Darcy tries to tase me."
