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Post by SceneMod on Dec 26, 2010 23:48:54 GMT -5
"There were blood feathers in the package," K'ire says softly, hugging her arms to her chest and looking down at the sheet, "I know what Jilly's blood smells like. And... blood from the living smells different. Yeah, she could have been killed after. I know that."
"I could have been sending you into a trap. I probably did anyway. But... I had to take that chance for her."
She takes a shuddering breath. It's starting to become obvious that she's trying- and failing- to keep her shakes to a minimum.
"You got anyone like that, someone you'd damn the world for? Probably not. People here are too selfish. But I do. Couldn't risk it."
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 27, 2010 18:19:21 GMT -5
Needlenose gives Spinister a beaming beam of innocence when Spinister gives him the Look. Then he returns to listening to the girl, glancing up at Spinister as she talks.
No, Spinister, Needlenose won't hold it against you if you say 'no' to her question. Or find a way not to answer it at all. He might hold something else against you later, though!
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Post by Spinister on Dec 27, 2010 19:10:57 GMT -5
Singe seems to think it is 'kinky' that K'ire knows what Jill's blood smells like. Spinister ignores Singe. He asks, "If Jill was so important to you, why did you put it in Kup's and my hands?"
Why play along? Why trust someone who already hurt her loved one not to lie? Why trust random people (Kup and Spinister) to rescue Jill for her? Why be a damsel in distress when she could be an Action Heroine? Crazy alien dames.
"In the hands of someone that you just judged too selfish to burn a world for the right person?" He tries to wheel around over towards Needlenose and reaches for his hand.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 29, 2010 0:02:37 GMT -5
"Because that's not my role," she says, words barely audible. It's an answer to both the question and the thoughts, though the later is unintentional on her part.
(Totally intentional on the player's part, though.)
"I'm not strong. I don't know anything but music and tempos and acting and dancing and I'm too much of a coward. I had to do what they said, because they said if I didn't, she'd die for sure. I was too scared of losing her to risk breaking their rules." K'ire is shaking rather badly now and her voice is cracking.
Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches Spinister move over to Needlenose. She sniffs, "You watch that then, 'cause folks here will use him to get to you. Specially since you mucked about with whatever the hell mess Jilly was exposing this time."
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 29, 2010 9:10:51 GMT -5
Needlenose's optics widen and his wings perk up, showing that he's genuinely startled at Spinister's words even as his hand is taken. He has a poor poker face, despite his lack of an actual face, and he was not expecting that at all! He looks away quickly, but his optics crinkle to suggest a smile.
He glances at K'ire and her warning, and explains, "Well, if I were prone to becoming a liability, he wouldn't have gone for me, anyway." There's a bit of pride and perhaps a touch of bitterness in his voice. He knows. He remembers when he was prone to being a liability.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 30, 2010 13:54:04 GMT -5
Spinister watches a lot of things. That will assuredly be watched. Whatever Spinister may fear, he's not going to let fear get in the way of anything he wants to accomplish, and if he wants to accomplish being creepily affectionate, he will be creepily affectionate, by golly.
He ventures, "This is bigger than the killer I dispatched." She has to be aware of that, has to have some nagging fear that things are not over for her beloved Jill. "If you know sound, did you know the voice on the phone?"
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 30, 2010 23:22:56 GMT -5
"N-n-n- no," K'ire stutters through clenched teeth, "D-di'n't."
"Would a-again, th-though,"
She stares over at the little button attached to her IV. Her fingers twitch, but she doesn't move to push the button.
"Maybe. Ma-maybe not. Never can tell here."
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 31, 2010 9:19:15 GMT -5
Needlenose falls silent again, once more listening. He occasionally looks around the room in a manner that seems absent-minded, but isn't - while he's certainly not the expert on stealth and counter-stealth that Spinister is, he has learned, at least, to stay casually alert.
(Being gutted in the dark by surprise Pretenders will do that to you. At least if you survive the gutting at all.)
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Post by Spinister on Dec 31, 2010 9:34:22 GMT -5
Spinister notes that edging hand. He tells Needlenose, //We should leave soon.//
But he does asks, "The package delivery?"
Probably just a courier hired anonymously, but he has to at least ask. Then they can leave K'ire in peace.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 1, 2011 21:15:10 GMT -5
"Was waitin' in my 'partment wh-when I got home. No- no one knew Jilly was missin' yet."
"Plain paper, no markin's, typed note. Real typed, not- not computer typed. Feathers wrapped in surgical stuff..."
"'M sorry," she breathes, as her fingers find that button. Her body goes slack, relaxing as the painkillers and withdrawal meds course through her body.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 1, 2011 22:22:36 GMT -5
"Typed?" Needlenose perks up. "You still have that note?" He glances at Spinister to see if Spinister can gathers what he's thinking. He probably does.
Typewriters are more individual than printers. There's always some letter or another that presses harder than the rest.
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Post by Spinister on Jan 1, 2011 22:52:01 GMT -5
Needlenose is the one who does technology! Spinister does nod, though. He was wanting to do lifts on every piece of paper he found for secret messages.
He says softly, "Get stronger. For her."
Be the Action Girl in the next adventure that happens off-panel while the Decepticons are off in space, so that when Spinister comes back, you can be a dangerous femme fatale!
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 2, 2011 13:18:12 GMT -5
"Might still be in my 'partment," K'ire answers, voice gone all soft and almost dreamy as the meds work through her system, "'less someone came and took 'em."
She's lying prone now, and she tilts her head to look over at Spinister. "That's everythin' pretty much I think. Wish I could help more."
At Spinister's urging she says, "Not sure I can. But I'm gonna try."
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 2, 2011 19:33:32 GMT -5
Needlenose nods and starts to stand up. He begins to move around the bed to take hold of the handles on Spinister's wheel chair, but with a quick glance at Spinister, just to make sure they're done first.
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Post by Spinister on Jan 2, 2011 21:30:59 GMT -5
"Anyone can," Spinister says gently but firmly. C'mon, if a Monk of Cool can become a cold-blooded assassin, K'ire can become an Action Girl. "Thank you for your time."
He nods to Needlenose. Time they weren't there!
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