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You did good, McGregor. Made us proud.
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No offense intended. But there's a sweet spot on the sliding scale of realism, and most of the interest checks I usually see skew too far to the realism end for me.
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Can't describe how quickly I go from excited to sad when a mecha premise turns out to be realism wankery.
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Lieutenant Kat
"I believe it, Cairo, the THCCC-1's got some big guns."
The chuckle that resonated deep in the back of her throat was almost too low for the comm to really pick up. Almost. Still, teasing the Ensign a little helped cover up that Kat didn't really like sitting back and watching a monitor. That was for bridge bunnies, not combat pilots. Having so little control over the situation wasn't exactly great for her mood.
Still, Casablancas was probably the only one she'd trust enough to do it. The Spanish girl was damn good, and her G-Fighter'd be able to take a Musai out no problem. Especially with Minovsky density high enough to keep 'em from aiming. Didn't mean she was a whole lot happier about the situation being out of her hands, but the Ensign was a good girl. She could get the job done. Kat needed to avoid distracting her too much, but chatting'd keep her sane.
"Just like I'd expect, Flamenco. Do me a favor and try not to get me shot, aight?"
"I believe it, Cairo, the THCCC-1's got some big guns."
The chuckle that resonated deep in the back of her throat was almost too low for the comm to really pick up. Almost. Still, teasing the Ensign a little helped cover up that Kat didn't really like sitting back and watching a monitor. That was for bridge bunnies, not combat pilots. Having so little control over the situation wasn't exactly great for her mood.
Still, Casablancas was probably the only one she'd trust enough to do it. The Spanish girl was damn good, and her G-Fighter'd be able to take a Musai out no problem. Especially with Minovsky density high enough to keep 'em from aiming. Didn't mean she was a whole lot happier about the situation being out of her hands, but the Ensign was a good girl. She could get the job done. Kat needed to avoid distracting her too much, but chatting'd keep her sane.
"Just like I'd expect, Flamenco. Do me a favor and try not to get me shot, aight?"
"I didn't hear about it on the news."
Daisuke shook his head a little and didn't take Kazou's phone, but he tried to keep his usual glower off his face. Guy was skittish. Like he'd bolt if you looked at him wrong. Given that he looked at just about everybody wrong, it wasn't easy. Kimiko wanted him to take a seat, though, and the guy didn't seem too awful. Or like a creep. He was way, way too nervous for that. The idea of looking at Hitomi or Kimiko's 'cans' probably'd give him a heart attack. Make him jump out of his skin. Maybe both, he was jumpy enough. The delinquent rolled his eyes a little, frown deepening a touch.
Come to think of it, gossip'd been pretty light about the 'bots. He wasn't sure what people had seen, or hadn't seen, or... Well, what they'd admit to seeing. No one wanted to end up in the funny farm. Self delusion was a bitch and a half, but it was a strong one. No cops came looking for him this morning, so he figured no one'd really seen them leave. But even if someone did see, would they really believe it?
Hitomi's comment about coffee reminded him that he'd nabbed some on the way out, so he took a sip from his cup and thought a minute. He gave the girl herself a quick nod, eyeing her nose with a little concern.
"Might just check it out, Hitomi," He began, though his gaze eventually moved to the new guy. "Try and do it in the morning, though. Think the customers are a bit classier than me. Probably ain't used to my sort."
"Anyway, buddy, I dunno what was on the news but it was probably weirder than they're sayin'. Was about ten minutes that way, if you go see the spot. Not really sure how to say it, you'll think it's crazy."
Daisuke shook his head a little and didn't take Kazou's phone, but he tried to keep his usual glower off his face. Guy was skittish. Like he'd bolt if you looked at him wrong. Given that he looked at just about everybody wrong, it wasn't easy. Kimiko wanted him to take a seat, though, and the guy didn't seem too awful. Or like a creep. He was way, way too nervous for that. The idea of looking at Hitomi or Kimiko's 'cans' probably'd give him a heart attack. Make him jump out of his skin. Maybe both, he was jumpy enough. The delinquent rolled his eyes a little, frown deepening a touch.
Come to think of it, gossip'd been pretty light about the 'bots. He wasn't sure what people had seen, or hadn't seen, or... Well, what they'd admit to seeing. No one wanted to end up in the funny farm. Self delusion was a bitch and a half, but it was a strong one. No cops came looking for him this morning, so he figured no one'd really seen them leave. But even if someone did see, would they really believe it?
Hitomi's comment about coffee reminded him that he'd nabbed some on the way out, so he took a sip from his cup and thought a minute. He gave the girl herself a quick nod, eyeing her nose with a little concern.
"Might just check it out, Hitomi," He began, though his gaze eventually moved to the new guy. "Try and do it in the morning, though. Think the customers are a bit classier than me. Probably ain't used to my sort."
"Anyway, buddy, I dunno what was on the news but it was probably weirder than they're sayin'. Was about ten minutes that way, if you go see the spot. Not really sure how to say it, you'll think it's crazy."
The librarian didn't hear any more from Victoria, not before he left. Her eyes had steadily narrowed as he spoke, taking in and processing the information given. She didn't move, not an inch, until well after he had left. It was hard to tell she was even breathing, her movements had slowed and quieted to the point that she seemed more statue than woman. Pallor lent her the appearance of marble, as though she'd turned to stone before their very eyes.
Her eyes, in fact, were the easiest way to tell she was listening at all. The way they narrowed, shifted, moved from point to point with an undeniable intensity. Dana's behavior elicited the phantom of a smile, but her focus was absolute. Caution crept into her features, into her body language, just like the chill settled deep in her bones again.
The vampire, Crowe, didn't worry her. Maybe he should have, if Pierce was right, but he didn't. A man fearsome in life would be fearsome in undeath, but at the end of the day he was a vampire. Not an especially old one, either. The only worrisome thing was his intellect. That was where the danger lay, if he was as dangerous as the librarian thought. He didn't lack for cunning, if last night was any indication. Simple though it may have been leading the group into a trap like that had certainly caught them off guard. Vampires usually operated with little more than thuggish coordination, alliances through common goals rather than any real ideology.
If Crowe's gang was more militaristic, that could be a problem.
Still, he wasn't on her mind. The Slayer was. The girl with military training, inhuman abilities, and a willingness to use them both. Washington, as strange as it was to say, had felt... Safe. The vampires were a threat, but they were a threat everywhere. And in Washington, she had a team. A group, ragtag though it may be, to watch each other's backs. And they were good at it, too. That didn't bring fear; hearing the librarian cast doubt on their abilities made her angry. She didn't particularly care what he claimed to know. Or who he claimed to be. His knowledge was an asset, but one that had been vague at best up until now. He could claim responsibility for their success if he liked, but it was meaningless. He was hands off. Laissez-faire. He wasn't in the trenches with them each night, fighting for his life and the lives around him. He didn't watch her back, and he didn't watch their backs either. Her trust was theirs, when it came down to it. They'd earned it. Her life was as much in their hands as theirs in hers and they hadn't given Victoria any reason to doubt them.
Dana was right. He was covering his own ass.
And she could see why. The Slayer had not been the picture of stability, and she was the source of her fear. That their 'ally' might decide they weren't her concern after all. Or, even worse, that they were in her way. Casey's support for her hadn't been a surprise; he'd always struck her as the most trigger-happy when it came to the supernatural. If he couldn't look at it and see a white hat, something he could empathize with, it was the enemy. That was what she'd seen, at least. He'd probably put it a different way. The reservations others had, though... They'd all made good points. Showed yet again that they could be trusted.
That was something the librarian and this Slayer would have to earn, though given the choice she'd rather they were both three states away.
Victoria moved for the first time since Pierce left, stepping forward to briefly lay a hand on Dana's shoulder. She did give a faint smile this time, one earned by her friend's comments. Having her around fought off the chill, just a little.
"Easy, Dana. Time enough to make enemies later." She looked, briefly, at the other people in the room. Adam had left, but she knew how to reach him later. If she needed to. It was the others she wanted to say a few words to. "But I think Dana's right. If Mr. Pierce and this Slayer are allies, great. But I don't trust either of them. Pierce kept us in the dark, and his intentions had nothing to do with keeping us safe. Leveling with us when he realized what was going on would have saved a lot of trouble. His intentions are his own, and they're not necessarily the same as ours."
"And I'd prefer this Slayer was nowhere near here. I'm going to try and do some research later. Blaine, if you end up doing some, let me know what you find. Please. Dana... I think I'd be happier if we kept some of your toys a little closer to hand than normal."
Her eyes, in fact, were the easiest way to tell she was listening at all. The way they narrowed, shifted, moved from point to point with an undeniable intensity. Dana's behavior elicited the phantom of a smile, but her focus was absolute. Caution crept into her features, into her body language, just like the chill settled deep in her bones again.
The vampire, Crowe, didn't worry her. Maybe he should have, if Pierce was right, but he didn't. A man fearsome in life would be fearsome in undeath, but at the end of the day he was a vampire. Not an especially old one, either. The only worrisome thing was his intellect. That was where the danger lay, if he was as dangerous as the librarian thought. He didn't lack for cunning, if last night was any indication. Simple though it may have been leading the group into a trap like that had certainly caught them off guard. Vampires usually operated with little more than thuggish coordination, alliances through common goals rather than any real ideology.
If Crowe's gang was more militaristic, that could be a problem.
Still, he wasn't on her mind. The Slayer was. The girl with military training, inhuman abilities, and a willingness to use them both. Washington, as strange as it was to say, had felt... Safe. The vampires were a threat, but they were a threat everywhere. And in Washington, she had a team. A group, ragtag though it may be, to watch each other's backs. And they were good at it, too. That didn't bring fear; hearing the librarian cast doubt on their abilities made her angry. She didn't particularly care what he claimed to know. Or who he claimed to be. His knowledge was an asset, but one that had been vague at best up until now. He could claim responsibility for their success if he liked, but it was meaningless. He was hands off. Laissez-faire. He wasn't in the trenches with them each night, fighting for his life and the lives around him. He didn't watch her back, and he didn't watch their backs either. Her trust was theirs, when it came down to it. They'd earned it. Her life was as much in their hands as theirs in hers and they hadn't given Victoria any reason to doubt them.
Dana was right. He was covering his own ass.
And she could see why. The Slayer had not been the picture of stability, and she was the source of her fear. That their 'ally' might decide they weren't her concern after all. Or, even worse, that they were in her way. Casey's support for her hadn't been a surprise; he'd always struck her as the most trigger-happy when it came to the supernatural. If he couldn't look at it and see a white hat, something he could empathize with, it was the enemy. That was what she'd seen, at least. He'd probably put it a different way. The reservations others had, though... They'd all made good points. Showed yet again that they could be trusted.
That was something the librarian and this Slayer would have to earn, though given the choice she'd rather they were both three states away.
Victoria moved for the first time since Pierce left, stepping forward to briefly lay a hand on Dana's shoulder. She did give a faint smile this time, one earned by her friend's comments. Having her around fought off the chill, just a little.
"Easy, Dana. Time enough to make enemies later." She looked, briefly, at the other people in the room. Adam had left, but she knew how to reach him later. If she needed to. It was the others she wanted to say a few words to. "But I think Dana's right. If Mr. Pierce and this Slayer are allies, great. But I don't trust either of them. Pierce kept us in the dark, and his intentions had nothing to do with keeping us safe. Leveling with us when he realized what was going on would have saved a lot of trouble. His intentions are his own, and they're not necessarily the same as ours."
"And I'd prefer this Slayer was nowhere near here. I'm going to try and do some research later. Blaine, if you end up doing some, let me know what you find. Please. Dana... I think I'd be happier if we kept some of your toys a little closer to hand than normal."
Like Plank said, no hard feelings. I must admit to some disappointment, but not really to being surprised. If you ever decide to come back to this in the future I'll be around.
I'm still here, not planning on going anywhere. As long as this is still going, I'm around.
Got a post done. I've got a long shift tomorrow, but after that I'll be free til Saturday so I should be able to get posts done a little quicker between now and then.
"Hey, Kimiko-chan. Good to see you too." Daisuke greeted, adding a nod in her direction. He'd gotten used to her eccentricities ages ago, no need to comment on them now. There wasn't really any predicting what was going through her head, either. Not 'til it came outta her mouth. Same went for Hitomi, though he was a little less used to her eccentricities. Still, she got a nod and a faint grin too. "Hey, Hitomi. Maybe I will. 'Spose I might wait 'til I heal up, though. Don't wanna drive off too many customers."
The new arrival, not someone he was sure he recognized, took up more of his attention once Kimiko spoke to him. He swiveled in his seat a little, fixing the guy with a vaguely neutral look. At least as neutral as he could get with a mug like his. It slowly turned into a faint, confused frown as he went on. Once he was done talking, the strange guy was getting up to leave.
"You okay, dude? Need some water? Some time to sit?"
The new arrival, not someone he was sure he recognized, took up more of his attention once Kimiko spoke to him. He swiveled in his seat a little, fixing the guy with a vaguely neutral look. At least as neutral as he could get with a mug like his. It slowly turned into a faint, confused frown as he went on. Once he was done talking, the strange guy was getting up to leave.
"You okay, dude? Need some water? Some time to sit?"
"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster. For when you gaze long into the abyss, it gazes also into you."
Victoria had gone tense from the moment Emy could be seen in the doorway, the sort of tension that took root in your whole body. Heart rate spiked, eyes narrowed, muscles were taut under her skin and her stance shifted to that of a certain feline grace; she held herself with an ease that belied the coiled steel under her skin. The chill had returned to her bones, and her eyes remained on the Slayer until she departed. Then the hazel orbs made their way to their 'librarian', remaining quiet until after Blaine had said his piece.
"You're a well-read man, Mr. Pierce, so I expect you know what that means. We weren't rescued last night. We weren't saved. That would imply that her primary, or at least secondary, goal was that we were okay. Our safety was an accident." The dark-haired girl looked troubled, or at least as close to it as she ever did. A mix of emotions flickered behind her eyes, the faintest changes to her expression giving hints as to her thoughts. "You weren't there. Her goal was to kill vampires, keeping them from killing us was an accident. I doubt she even noticed we were there, not once she really got going. I think we happened to be the bait that lured them out, more than anything."
"I have seen greater mercy from a vampire, they at least kill their food after they're done playing." A pause, and she crossed her arms resolutely. She fixed the Watcher with a hard, cautious stare. "I don't assume that she'll save us again. I'm not sure I want her to."
"What about you, Mr. Pierce? Is that the sort of behavior we should expect from your order?" She gestured with a hand towards the gang gathered in the room, before tucking it under her arm again. "I can't speak for anyone else here, but I find it a little hard to trust someone like that."
"Say what you will about us, but I've never had to be scared of my friends."
Victoria had gone tense from the moment Emy could be seen in the doorway, the sort of tension that took root in your whole body. Heart rate spiked, eyes narrowed, muscles were taut under her skin and her stance shifted to that of a certain feline grace; she held herself with an ease that belied the coiled steel under her skin. The chill had returned to her bones, and her eyes remained on the Slayer until she departed. Then the hazel orbs made their way to their 'librarian', remaining quiet until after Blaine had said his piece.
"You're a well-read man, Mr. Pierce, so I expect you know what that means. We weren't rescued last night. We weren't saved. That would imply that her primary, or at least secondary, goal was that we were okay. Our safety was an accident." The dark-haired girl looked troubled, or at least as close to it as she ever did. A mix of emotions flickered behind her eyes, the faintest changes to her expression giving hints as to her thoughts. "You weren't there. Her goal was to kill vampires, keeping them from killing us was an accident. I doubt she even noticed we were there, not once she really got going. I think we happened to be the bait that lured them out, more than anything."
"I have seen greater mercy from a vampire, they at least kill their food after they're done playing." A pause, and she crossed her arms resolutely. She fixed the Watcher with a hard, cautious stare. "I don't assume that she'll save us again. I'm not sure I want her to."
"What about you, Mr. Pierce? Is that the sort of behavior we should expect from your order?" She gestured with a hand towards the gang gathered in the room, before tucking it under her arm again. "I can't speak for anyone else here, but I find it a little hard to trust someone like that."
"Say what you will about us, but I've never had to be scared of my friends."
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Blue eyes rolled in their sockets at the halfhearted kick to the back of his knee.
They turned to his left when Lauren's hands found his ass, eyebrows arching up a few degrees. Ben observed as she, quietly clearly, searched for something on Amy's person. Rolling the clock back in his head a little, it wasn't really hard to figure out what. Lawnslot would have been a lot harder to lose, so would the hand bag they'd bet on, which leeeft...
Ohhhh, beautiful. Just beautiful.
He thought, for a second, about getting her attention with a tap on the shoulder. He'd been just as drunk when they got back to the dorm, but he had a few ideas on where it might be. Lauren hadn't exactly put much away before she passed out. Chances are her father would have found it at the dorm, anyway. But then he considered how the morning had gone so far, how she'd proven a point, how she'd searched him, and came to a pretty simple decision. Obviously the best way to make up for shutting her down earlier was to get back at her. That'd get her attention and make amends.
It was definitely what Lauren would do.
Bastille's Cap moved a half step closer while they walked, reached over, and casually squeezed the seat of the pants she'd stolen from him. Once. Twice. And that was a score settled.
"Pretty sure you put it in the dorm, babe."
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