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Going on vacation today until Wednesday! Will be rolling out posts when I get back!
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When is Mahz coming back home with the milk?
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5 yrs ago
Will be on vacation from July 7th-12th! Will try to post but no promises!
5 yrs ago
People who don't take care of their responsibilities irk me to no end. Auntie (aka me) to the rescue again. Just give me the adoption papers already 🙄
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While she had been tugging on his arm to try and get him to stand up, she doubted she would have been able to really force hi to his feet. He stood up on his own and she was prepared to lead him back to the airplane when he spoke, asking her why she was doing this. She looked back up at him, her eyes meeting his as she spoke "I don't know to be honest. I should have left you out here to suffer in this storm for all you did to me. But, I'm not going to. Like I said before, sometimes you jut have to do the right thing, even if the one you are doing it for doesn't deserve it. You're right, you have nothing I want or need, you tried to kill me, but something is telling me to help you, so I am. Now hurry up," She said and with her hand still clutching his sleeve began to tug him along, back toward the airport.

Once they got back to the plane, she shoved the door open once again and when they were both inside, she shut it back and began ringing out her hair, "I need to get into something dry before I catch my death..." She moved to one of the bags at the side of the plane. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt she moved to the cockpit and turned to him, "Turn around, I don't want you to see me though the window." And she waited until he did so before she closed the door to the cock pit. From this the only way he would even be able to see her would be the small window at the upper half of the door, and since he was turned around she felt comfortable enough to change. She was quick to do so, getting out of her soaked jeans and sweater and throwing on the t-shirt and shorts.

When she was done, she reached down and picked up the silencer, trying to figure out what she was going to do with it before something came to her mind. Holding it in very clear view she walked back into the cabin portion of the plan, looking at him, "Okay, listen up. I found your gun here, but you're not getting it back. I'm keeping it so you don't try anything funny again. Also, since I know it's not going to kill you..." She pointed it at him, being sure not to aim directly at his chest, just in case he had been lying about it not killing hi directly on contact of the heart, "I'm going to show you what it's like to get shot my one of these things."

With that, she shot a blast, the blue energy coming out of it and hitting him right on the front of his shoulder. She had to admit, she had been expecting less of a reaction from it hitting him since he had made it seem like it wouldn't affect him at all earlier, but instead, the react she got scared her and thought maybe the blast could kill him. He got knocked off his feet and fell to the floor, though, she let out the breath she had been holding and her eyes went from wide to their normal expression again when she saw him move to sit up, "That's how much this sucker hurt. Well, actually, it probably hurt me more since it almost killed me, but you get the picture. It was painful. So next time you want to try and hurt somebody, think about the pain you feel right now."

Sticking the Silencer back into her waist band she looked to him again and held out her hand as an offer to help him up to his feet, "Do you need an dry clothes? I bet I can find some that might fit you. I tend to wear baggy pajamas, which are always sweat pants and t-shirts by the way. It would be better than being soaked."
A gasp of pain escaped Cassie when she was suddenly slammed into the nearest wall and he spoke to her, his voice full of venom as he gave he excuses of why he wasn't like the others. But to her, there were no good excuses for this. He had tried to kill her and even if he had waited longer to do it, he had still attempted to, and would have succeeded if not for....well.....whatever had happened. Maybe it was her possibly being half his kind. Even she wasn't completely sure about it. But whatever it was, he had attempted to exterminate her and right at that moment she felt there was no excuse he could give that would make that okay, "Oh wow. You're so different you would let me live another whole day before finishing me off. That is so much better. Makes you so much more compassionate." She said sarcastically as she scoffed.

When he let her go, she straightened up, brushing herself off, listening to everything else he said. His voice was full of sorrow with the last few things he had said, and while it made her feel just a little bit of empathy for him, she had to stop herself from believing he really was sorry for it. For all she knew he was tricking her and formulating some plan to kill her when she least expected it. So, she shoved those feelings away as she looked at him and shook her head, "Fine. Better than wasting my energy tussling with you then." With that, she walked around him, walking down the road, forcing herself to not look back at him.

She racked her brain on what she needed to do next. Obviously go back to the airport. But then what? Should she risk leaving the airport and trying to find a new hideaway? Or would she still be safe at the airport? She walked, trying to think that over, taking the path back, when she looked on the ground to see something she had expected the alien to have with him. There on the ground layed his Silencer and with a cautious look she slowly approached it, looking around to make sure this wasn't some sort of a trap. She finally got to it and crouched down to look at the strange gun, even picking it up to get a closer look. It had a very sleek design and it make her feel a little weird holding something that looked so new when any kind of technology on earth she had seen was by now rather rusted or lack-luster. Standing up, she held it in her hands. Maybe she could keep it. She could use it to defend herself or even take it apart and figure out how it worked. Possibly improve it even if she could manage to find good materials.

Nodding to herself, she slipped it into her waist band and had set in mind to continue on to the airport when she felt a drop of water hit her head and looked up, a disbelieving expression on her face, "Really? Again?" She sighed and shook her head as it began raining and even lightening and thunder began again as she started to walk quickly, only to slowly slow to a stop after a moment, looking over her shoulder in the direction she came from. Why did she suddenly feel so guilty? As she stood there, she seemed to be having a mental battle with herself before she finally sighed heavily, shaking her head at herself, "I am going to regret this...."

With that, she turned and began to walk back to the area she had left the alien, beginning her search for him. Obviously he wouldn't be in the same spot she left him and it took her a little longer than she thought, but she finally did catch a glimpse of his glowing eyes from the darkness of one of the alleys, where he had likely holed up to get out of the rain. Shaking her head, she approached him quickly, "Yo. You're going back to the airport with me." It was made obvious she wasn't giving a choice because when it seemed like he was either taking too long or might refuse, she gave an annoyed sigh and reached down to grip his arm and pulled as hard as she could in attempt to tug him to his feet, "Come on big baby. If you don't hurry we'll get caught in the worse part of the storm when it really starts up."
Cassie, although running had seemed like the best idea at the time, began thinking that maybe running hadn't been the smartest choice. And it proved that thought to be true when she heard the alien's footsteps quickly approaching her and soon he had snatched at her arm, jerking her back, as well as knocking her in the back of the leg and holding her restrained with her arm behind her back. Maybe this situation would have ended up differently if she would have tried just fighting him. Possibly even stealing his weapon. Would she have been able to get away if she had? She wasn't sure, but it didn't matter now because here she was, in his grasp and when she went to punch him again that was easily stopped by him grabbing her wrist. He was making sure she wasn't going to get away and she positively hated him for it at this moment.

When he hissed his words at her, she glared up at him, a defiant look in her eyes. Apparently he hadn't gotten what she had said about personal space because his face was right next to herself as he spoke almost menacingly to her. She was going to fix that real quick because when he got done asking her that, she spit in his face. She took that moment to try and break free from his grasp, but apparently he was determined to not have her run away this time and he kept hold of her, much to her annoyance and frustration. She glared at him once again and this snapped at him, hissing her own words in his face, "I'm not telling you anything! You had y trust before, but guess what? You lost it the moment you shot that Silencer!"

She shook her head, "You really are just like the others. A bloodthirsty killer. You care about no one but yourself. You and all the other aliens are just the same. And that may do your species well now. You may do well for a little while more, but that kind of attitude is going to be the end of your species. I just wish I would be there to watch the fall." She took a jab at him that way, though she knew, just because the Silencer hadn't killed her like he had thought, even she had thought, there were still other ways, older fashioned ways, to kill her. Choking her. A knife to the throat. And many other ways he could possibly kill her.

And if he didn't kill her immediately, she would have to deal with the after shock of being shot. Her chest was still sore and her lungs were still stinging, but the pain was slowly going away with every minute that passed. She would probably be pain free from it in an hour or so, for now she would have to deal with it.

"So much for the glory of being the one to finish off my species. Bet you were hoping to drag my body back to your people and show it off like a trophy. Too bad."
It was strangely.....silent during their walk through the city toward the storage. In fact, it had been like this all this morning and last night when they had gone to bed. And it....worried her? Just what was he thinking to be so silent as he was? Had she said something to offend him? Maybe. Or maybe it was all her talk of the weaponry the humans had made that kept him silent. So many questions on this sudden quiet between them, yet she had a feeling if she asked hi what was wrong he either wouldn't tell her, or he would snap at her. It was none of her business after all. And so, she continued on down the road, when she heard him finally speak to her for the first time all morning. This made her turn to him in curiosity and listen to him speak.

“I’m glad,” When she turned around, he continued on, “I’m glad not all of the humans died in that wretched Plague. I’m glad I got to meet one of your kind face to face.” His eyes mt hers once more, but this time, Cassie felt her heart race and her skin grow cold at the lack of emotions in those violet eyes of his. Somehow, she knew what was coming before he even spoke his next line and possibly the lat words she would ever hear, “My only regret is that I’ll be the one to end your species.” She knew there was no chance of escaping this. She wouldn't be able to run or dodge what was coming. Instead, she stood there, her blue eyes wide and full of shock and betrayal as he shot the silencer, the blast hitting her straight in the chest.

There was a gasp that escaped her lips when it hit and instantly she fell to the ground, and though it had instantly stopped her heart, she was still conscious of what she was feeling in those moments. Her chest hurt very badly. Her head had hit the ground, making it throb. And her lungs burned, feeling like someone was stabbing them with thousands of needles at once. It was a horrible feeling. And somehow, she knew this must be the beginning of death. The alien boy had shot her and now she would die. But, then why wasn't she gone yet? And why could she feel two warm fingers pressed against her neck, as well as someone leaning over her? She shouldn't be aware of that if she was dead or even dying, right?

But then, something changed. Though her chest hurt, there was beat inside of it that released that pain for just a moment. Then another. Slowly the beating of her heart began and after just a few moments, a gasp of air entered her lips as her lungs began functioning once more. She had no idea what was going on, or why she was alive when she should obviously be dead, but whatever had caused this had saved her.It took a few long moments and more breaths before she blinked her eyes open, pain from her still slightly sore chest and lungs as well as her head spinning from when it had hit the cement.

But, even if these thing were hurting, that didn't stop her from sitting up with a jerk and scrambling to her feet when she saw the alien crouching next to her, attempting to get away from him as quickly as she could to avoid another shot, and at the same time, had hit him, her fist connecting with his face. She didn't want to chance a second shot. One shot may have jut knocked her unconscious but another one might do even more permanent damage and she wasn't willing to risk sticking around to find out. Once she had made it to her feet, she began to take off running as quickly as she could, huffing as she tried to get her lungs back to breathing normally at the same time, something that was painful for her and also not working that well.
"You want me to take you there?" Cassie asked, blinking in surprise as his demand of her leading him to where the robots were, "You have to realize, I haven't been there since I was a kid. They're probably all old and rusty by now." She yawned and shrugged, "But fine. I'll take you there." He seemed suddenly out of it, his thought wandering and for a moment she wondered what exactly it was he was thinking of and when she couldn't figure it out by just looking at him or thinking back to their earlier conversations, she gave up trying to figure it out, fairly sure he wouldn't tell her if she asked.Yawning again, she curled up more, wrapping hr blanket around her and sighed, "G'night." Then it was silent. Despite him saying he wouldn't shoot her in her sleep, it took her a long while to fall asleep, but when she had, she was out for the count, in a deep sleep.
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It was early the next morning when Cassie finally woke again and when she did, she had sat up and stretched, crawling out of bed and running her hands through her hair, in a sleepily haze for a moment. It wasn't until she walked down the plane aisle and saw the alien boy from the corner of her eyes and yelped, jumping backwards and stumbling over one of the seats and landing on her bottom in the aisle that she snapped out of her haze and blinked in surprise, suddenly remembering all that had happened the day before. She slowly and shakily got to her feet, trying to get her heart rate to calm down, "What a way to wake someone up. I need to work on waking up more alert."

She brushed through her slightly messy blonde locks until they were smooth and not sticking up anymore as she went over to look out one of the plan windows again, "The storm stopped. We can head off to the robotics storage now." She went and grabbed a bottle of water to take with her and tossed one wordlessly to him as well. She wasn't sure if he would drink it or not, but it was his decisions and she figured she might as well offer him one, "The storage is actually in the city, in the basement of the tallest building. Not so much a hiding pace, but hey, it was something."

Turning, she walked over to the plane door, her back to him as she spoke and went to open the door, "Come on, we have a long walk ahead of us."
"I wish humans could have studied more about medicines. Maybe that disease wouldn't have been so wide spread if they had. We might have been able to combat it and come up with a cure. But unfortunately, humans were all about war. They wanted to focus on the biggest and best weapons. Now look at us. All dead with nothing but some useless machines to tell about us."

He looked like he could possibly be getting as tired as she was. Good. Maybe if he was tired he might not have the drive to kill her in her sleep if she were to actually doze off for a little bit. Who knew, maybe with how tired she was, he might be thinking the same thing about her as well. It was an amusing thought, but when she didn't linger on. Similar ideas for the moment or not, it didn't change the fact that he was out to kill her. Or bring her back to his people for them to dispose or experiment on her. Whichever came first. Either way, she shouldn't have been thinking about their similarities at the moment and she should have instead been searching for a way to escape.

But...why was it she didn't feel the need to do so? Why was it she didn't really consider him a threat right now when all he had done since she met him is point a gun at her and tell her how easy it would be for him to exterminate her or take her in as a prisoner? She didn't know the answer to that question, but for some reason right now she didn't really consider him as much of a threat now than she had when she first met him. He just didn't seem dangerous to her . He seemed almost like her. Curious. Maybe a little on the rough side in defense. But not deadly. Whether her instinct on that was right or not she wasn't sure, but it was something to think on.

"What did they look like?" She thought back to her time in that under ground and dimly lit hideaway that the robots had been stored in and continued, "It varied on the robot. Some were huge and bulky. Others were a little smaller and had a more sleek and rounded body for agility. Some where colorful. Others had no color at all. They were really a sight to see.There is really no way to explain them. You'd just have to see them to get what I'm talking about." Of course that was a rhetorical statement, because she didn't think he would ever want her to take him there. After all, what would an alien want with those robots? She shrugged and her eyes met his again, "If I had my choice, and if your kind hadn't come along, I probably would have ended up following in my father's footstep and working on those same robots. Maybe even building better ones with some awesome tech. I probably could now if I had the materials, but it wouldn't do any good if I did, so I just stayed away from the robotics storage."
Cassie watch the alien as he stood up from where he sat on slightly shaky legs before he moved to one of the airplane's chairs to rest instead. She herself layed down in the bed, getting comfortable, yet keeping herself turning to the side and laying sideways on her bed so she could keep an eye on the alien n case he tried to kill her or something of the sort in the middle of the night. That is, if she didn't fall asleep. She was bad about being a deep sleeper and no matter what she did it had never gotten better over the years. Falling asleep in this situation might very well turn bad for her in this situation. Then again, this situation was already bad. He could probably kill her at any time, asleep or not. So, why shouldn't she at least get some sleep while she could?

That sounded like a good idea actually now that she thought about it and she curled up, pulling her blanket around her, about to close her eyes when she heard the alien's question about giant robots. She looked over at him as she layed there and shrugged, letting out a yawn as she did, "It's completely true. They were huge. Bigger than some of the buildings that were in that city. Some times they were run by remote control but most of the tie they had special fighting techniques and weapons programmed into their systems to use. It took a lot of work to put those thing together."

She paused, smiling slightly as she thought back, "My father was the one who invented the technology to go in almost all of those robots. I used to go with him all the time. I even still remember where they are probably still stored. I would get to see how they fought and which ones were the strongest. One time I got to control one of the remote controlled ones." Rolling over she stared up at the ceiling now, "I tried to reconstruct my own smaller versions in my first few years here. You know, just to see f I make something that would be of use to me. Not a giant one of course, but just something maybe the size of that dog you killed. Or possibly smaller. I think what I was doing was right, but my materials were far from usable. All rusted and such by then. So, I obviously didn't get very for in any of those protects."

Once again she rolled over to look at him a she layed there sideways, smiling still, "What makes you so interested in the robots? Aren't they so much inferior to your people's technology?"
I have it downloaded to my computer and watch it all the time XD Its really good.
Cassie nodded slowly when he said he wasn't sure. That is was unlikely but possible. Well, that didn't help her get any answers about what she was pondering. If anything, it made her questions about her parents grow even more in her head. So many were forming, and yet for every question she asked and got an answer, that caused a hundred more to come up. She had a feeling she wouldn't be winning or getting any real answers any time soon, which was really bothersome because she wasn't even sure how long she would be alive to try and get these answers. For all she knew he would probably kill her in her sleep and she would never find out the truth about her parents. It was all very frustrating.

When he asked her why she had been bringing up such questions, she looked up again, a little caught off guard at the alien's question. She blinked in surprise and seemed unsure of how to answer before she finally just shrugged, "No reason really. I was just wondering, that's all." It was her turn to avert her gaze now. So what if she lied to him on this little matter? It wasn't any of his business who her parents had been, or even more so, what they had been. Besides, if she did tell him he would probably call her a liar and try to say she was just making up stories to save her skin.

Could her possibly being half Lunairan(wow, that was hard for her to think after so long of thinking to hate the Lunairans for the destruction of their planet and the death of those around her) even save her? Maybe. Maybe not. On one hand they might give her a pardon because she did have Lunairan blood coursing through her veins. And on the other they could think of her as an impure mutt and kill her anyway. Either way, she wasn't sure what sounded worse, living with these aliens or being killed by them. Well, whatever it was, maybe giving a little information would be too bad. Maybe she didn't even have to let him know it was her mother she was speaking about.

She shook her head at her, sighing as she gave in to her own thoughts and looked back to him, "I just.....I thought maybe I might have seen someone on our side all those years ago. She...spent a lot of time with my father. I didn't think much of her appearance really.....until I saw you and put together how similar she was to your kind. I thought.....maybe she might be like you. And alien."
Me too! Have you seen the play? It is so perfect. :3
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