Session Start: Tue Jan 15 00:00:00 2008
Session Ident: #taw
* Marcus` peeks in at Dias. "What's up?"
<SPoC> 6Dias grabs his bottle of water and shuts the fridge. He turns to leave then looks at Marcus. 1"Ho."
<Marcus`> I'm offended. *he says with a neutral face*
<SPoC> <Dias> You would be. 6He opens the bottle of water using his teeth. "Dude, a broken leg sucks."
<Marcus`> Yeah, I fell for you, man.
<Marcus`> NRP: feel*
<Kit> NRP: Either works.
<SPoC> 6Dias moves over to the hallway, using the crutch. 1"Atleast you don't have a crutch. They get in the way man."
* Marcus` laughs. "I really want to kick it out from you. But that's mean. And i'm supposed to be a nice guy.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina is in her room, doing her work.
<SPoC> <Dias> And I really want to kick you in the shin but than I'd fall.
<Marcus`> Yeah, my foot hurts. *he notes* It's hard to do my sexy walk with a hurt foot.
<SPoC> You had a sexy foot?
<Marcus`> No. My walk was sexy.
<SPoC> NRP: Dias.
<Kit> 6Freyja looks up, then shakes her head and moves away from 'the interrogation room' and ambles down the hallway for Katrina's room, eventually knocking if unhindered.
<SPoC> <Dias> I see. That's news to me.
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<Marcus`> Oh screw you. *he tilts his head* Let's go bug Cheryl.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina jots something in her notebook. "Enter."
<SPoC> <Dias> I wonder if I can get her to feel bad. 6He smirks and limps out int othe hallway.
<Kit> 6Chii leans forward and punches a bag, collapses her arm, striking it with her elbow, then spins and slams her other elbow into it, each time knocking it successively back a bit more, she finishes by springing and slaming her knee, then extending and heel striking it up into the ceiling.
<Marcus`> I doubt it. But it could be funny. *he hobbles after him*
<Kit> 6Freyja, slides Katrina's door open, adjusts her berret and enters, closing the door. 1"Hee. Still so strange."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances at Freyja, shifting in her seat. "Hello, Freyja."
<Kit> 6Freyja finishes up her jollies over using a door instead of blinking. 1"Hi, Katrina McCormick. How've you been?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm okay. And you?
<Kit> 6Chii leans on one foot to the side and allows the back to swing past, then carts forward, slamming it twice on its return with her feet, effectively moving forward out of its arc range. She lazily spins and sits down, huffing.
<SPoC> <Dias> I just hope she doesn't kick my crutch out from under me.
<Kit> <Freyja> Mmm, I'm feeling skeptical.
<Marcus`> Oh god I hope she does. *he steps into the hanger, glancing around*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I see. Why?
<Kit> <Freyja> Because it's hard to believe someone who isn't being fully honest who normally is so full of life with expression.
<Kit> 6Freyja puts a hand on the hip and angles her legs to stand. Something she probably adopted hanging out with other female 'officers.' 1"What's up?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I've just doing some work. 6* She motions at the desk, playing a poker face right now. "And you?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl doesn't acknowledge them; probably doesn't know it's them, since she's half under a shuttle wing.
<SPoC> 6Dias steps in behind Marcus. He leans forward on his crutch. 1"I dare you to scare her."
* Marcus` scoffs. "Yeah right."
<SPoC> <Dias> Wuss. 6He limps over to the shuttle now
<Marcus`> That's right. *he nods proudly*
<Kit> <Freyja> Mmm, I wanted to catch up, as I said. But if you're ever the workhorse sort, I suppose I can let you entertain yourself...
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina leans back in her chair. "Well, if there's something you want to catch up on, I can, of course, spare the time. After all. We know each other pretty intimately." 6* She pats her bed with a hand
<Kit> 6Freyja grins widely and moves over, sitting down delicately. 1"Wouldn't you know you're my one and only?"
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina just smiles at that. "Is that so?"
<Kit> <Freyja> No fun at all.
* Marcus` kneels down beside Cheryl. "Hey."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I've been accused of that.
<Kit> 6Freyja jerks a thumb at herself. 1"By the old manner of things, I'm a shrine maiden."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pauses in her work, then speaks without sliding out. "Yeah?"
<Kit> <Freyja> Shrine. Maiden. Maiden. Hee.
<Marcus`> Uh. Hi.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... Yo.
<SPoC> <Dias> Ahoy. 6He leans over his crouch.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stares at Freyja as she makes her joke. "You're an interesting one."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl decides to roll out from under the wing. IT would be rude otherwise. She sits up, grabbing a rag and wiping her hands.
* Marcus` sits down. "We're injured and bored. So we decided to come find out what you were up too."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Pretty obvious.
<Kit> <Freyja> Not really, but the truth can be dressed up nicely from time to time. Right? My dresses are a good example.
<Angela> * Jennifer steps into the room and walks up to Kat, looking at her and Freyja, a fresh bruise on her face, though she doesn't seem to mind.
<Marcus`> Next time we'll make it more interesting.
<SPoC> <Dias> All I know is I want a rematch. I call shenanigans.
<Kit> 6Chii totally yawns in the training room where Jennifer isn't walking in on places with open doors.
<Marcus`> Shenanigans?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... Rematch?
<SPoC> <Dias> After my leg becomes unbroken of course.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stands up, putting her back to Dias. "Don't be stupid."
<Marcus`> I still love how our only real medic flew off to her home planet.
<SPoC> <Dias> I'd hate for you to be at a disadvantage. 6He smiles cockily.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies Freyja quietly. "Hm. I suppose that's true."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *looks at Dias* I could have killed you, you moron. This isn't a joke.
<Angela> * Jennifer waits at the door it seems, and knocks gently.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks pissed.
<SPoC> 6Dias eyes Cheryl then just waves his hand. 1"And so could any other person I step up against."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina raises a brow. "Busy day. Enter."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... 6* She throws down a rag and moves over to splash water on her face.
<Angela> * Jennifer steps in, smiling a little, "Hiya... Miss McCormick?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Hello, Jennifer.
<Marcus`> In all honestly Cheryl, it could have been anyone of us. They just chose you because you're stronger dealing with multiple enemies.
<SPoC> <Dias> 'Cept Marcus. 6He follows his gaze on Cheryl. 1"Look, we all have our bad days. I could've totally killed Theron, Cass and Freyja when that stone did whatever it did to us. But I didn't."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Well, it wasn't you two, okay? It was me. And I don't find it fucking funny
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl turns to look at them, still angry.
<Marcus`> Are we laughing? *he arches a brow*
<SPoC> 6Dias locks his eyes on Cheryl. He hobbles over to her. Then drops the crutch and hugs her.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... W-What the hell are you doing?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks at him, looking freaked.
<SPoC> 6Dias let's go and awkwardly tries to pick up his crutch. 1"Hugging you duh."
<Marcus`> I would too. But i'm too lazy to get up. *he gives her a lopsided grin*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You two are freaks. I'm dirty and I smell.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl kicks up his crutch with her foot.
<Marcus`> Dias smells all the time.
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<Kit> <Chii> No argument on the freaks part, but they have the right idea." 6Peers in from the doorway.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances back at Freyja as Jennifer tunes out
<SPoC> <Dias> And I'm a freak and stupid. 6He catches it with his hand, quickly using it to lean against. 1"And I smell damn good."
<Marcus`> Once a month when you shower.
<SPoC> <Dias> I shower every day you twit.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl adjusts her greasy outfit. Her hair looks like it might have some things in it as well.
<Marcus`> Sure, sure. *he waves a hand, then slowly pulls himself up to his feet*
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<SPoC> <Dias> Don't make me kick your ass.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ...
* Angela|FightingCrime is now known as Jennifer
* Jennifer is now known as Jennifer`
* Marcus` laughs. "Yeah. Ok. Like you kicked Cheryl's ass. Right? Mr. Rush in and get your leg broken."
<Kit> <Freyja> So come on, Kat. I'm not dressed up, you don't have to dress anything up for me. Seeing through illusions and schemes is my play, right? I may have left Chii to you, but I think Chii left me to you as well. Everyone vents on you, why don't you tell me what's going on with you? One-sided affairs aren't fair."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl frowns. She doesn't like being reminded.
<Kit> 6Freyja then smiles at Jennifer, whom only hears the ringing of a bell instead of that whole line.
<SPoC> <Dias> My stance was off a step. 6He hmpfs.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina cups her hands together, then peers at Jennifer. "What can I help you with, Jen?"
<Marcus`> I'll be nice enough to say that I did notice that. *he nods slightly* I think it came from not wanting to do it though.
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "I was looking for some... advice..." *she scuffs her boot nervously*
<Kit> <Chii> I don't think anyone did.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> About? 6* She looks concerned.
<SPoC> <Dias> Pscht, I wanted to do it. I couldn't let anyone else screw up and actually hurt her.
<Kit> 6Freyja crosses her legs and cups her hands before her, mimicing Katrina's poise. She listens as well, smiling sweetly at Jennifer.
<Kit> 6Chii squints at Dias skeptically. 1"...So you screwed up instead?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sighs. She twitches a bit as she stands there, looking for an escape route.
<Marcus`> Fair enough. *he nods, then glances at Cheryl* So. How's it coming along? *he changes the subject for her, motioning towards the shuttle*
<SPoC> <Dias> Obviously. Look it's beside the point. 6He just waves his free hand about
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh, it's fine. I was just fine tuning it and looking for homing devices. 6* She says quickly, capitalizing on the opening.
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "Stuff ummm... Dad would probably lose it trying to explain."
<Marcus`> You find any?
<Kit> 6Chii studies Cheryl three different ways while the two speak with her.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Oh. That kind fo stuff. 6* She pats a seat next to Freyja on the bed.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> No.
<SPoC> <Dias> Wouldn't it be kind of late to find them now? 6He scratches his head as he looks at Cheryl again.
<Marcus`> Hmph. You would think they would be smart enough to keep tracking devices on their stuff.
<SPoC> <Dias> What if it's on the shapeshifter?
<SPoC> <Dias> Like in those spy movies.
<Marcus`> We'll be getting company if a few days then.
<Jennifer`> * Jennifer walks over and takes a seat.
<SPoC> <Dias> I hope I'm healed fully by than. I hate standing by while a good fight goe son.
<Marcus`> I think i've only got a few days left of healing. Maybe we can sneak in Myria's room and find some super heal all thing?
<SPoC> As long as they're not color coded.
<SPoC> NRP: Dias
<Marcus`> We would just give you all of them and see what happened.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well. What exactly would you like to know?
* Marcus` glances at Cheryl.
<SPoC> <Dias> What if it has side effects? You know...6He makes qoutes with his fingers. "Side effects."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is still there; just silent.
<Marcus`> A small price to pay for a good fight. Right? *he glances back at Dias*
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "I-I ummm... well... that is... sometimes when I wake up in the morning..." *she looks down*
<SPoC> <Dias> I don't know about that.
<Marcus`> Right, right. So any idea why Theron and Myria ran off like that? *he glances around to anyone*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Mmmmhm.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grunts like Warren would
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "K-KNow what I mean?"
<SPoC> <Dias> God I could use a drink. 6He sighs, slumping over his crutch even more now.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I think I have a good idea. 6* She glances at Freyja.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Really? Hold on
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl goes into the shuttle.
* Marcus` widens his eyes and follows her. "You have booze?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yes.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pulls out two huge bottles of rocket fuel.
<SPoC> <Dias> It's Cheryl. Why wouldn't she. 6He holds his hand out.
<Kit> <Chii> Cheryl always has a stash.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl gives him one bottle, then opens the second and drinks from it directly.
* Marcus` stares. "I..." He seems to get a tear of happiness. "I just didn't think she would share with us."
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "I-It's freaking me out a little... it's normal right?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Of course, sweetie.
<Marcus`> *Marcus grabs the bottle from Dias. "Here's to two months sober." He takes a swig, and makes a face.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina pats her lap, and then begins to explain what it all means.
<SPoC> 6Dias eyes the bottle longily and goes to drink it when Marcus grabs it. 1"Hey!"
<Jennifer`> * Jennifer slips into it a listens intently.
<Kit> 6Freyja gazes at Katrina, wondering why she got the glance, but continues to smile. She snaps her fingers and becomes a seven-year old version of herself.
* Marcus` extends it out to Dias, apparently he doesn't drink this strong of a drink.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl has downed half the bottle. Fatal for humans.
<SPoC> 6Dias jacks it back and stares at it. 1"And I was so hoping for my 3rd Token." 6He takes a deep pull from it.
<Kit> <Chii> It is okay if I replaced that with vinegar, right?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *snorts*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits down in a seat.
<SPoC> 6Dias just snorts himself, knowing full well this isn't vinegar.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Does that explain everything?
* Marcus` takes the bottle back and takes another swig. "Dear god. I miss my girly drinks."
<Kit> <Chii> Oh, you want midori, then?
<SPoC> <Dias> Slow down their princess. This stuff'll put hair on your chest." 6He plops down beside Cheryl.
<Jennifer`> * Jennifer nods, "Yeah I think it does..."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits there, looking drunk. "Shyeah. My chest is bare and beautiful."
* Marcus` drops his head back, reaching it out towards Dias. "I don't believe you." He notes blandly, then pauses and glances at Cheryl. "...Hm."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Any other questions?
<Kit> 6Freyja kicks her feet between the two-- in a mini military uniform.
<SPoC> <Dias> I was making a wolf reference. 6He looks over at Cheryl. He seems to be very relaxed for once.
<Marcus`> Jesus. I haven't wolf'd out in ages. I wonder if I can even do it.
<SPoC> 6Dias takes it and takes another sip, coughing.
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "Umm... yeah..."
<Jennifer`> * Jennifer looks nervous.
<SPoC> <Dias> If ya do, let me know so I can put some news paper down for you.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It's okay. You can ask.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl works on the second half, despite the dangers it might pose. She IS a Dragoon.
<Kit> 6Freyja nudges Jennifer. 1"Oneesan, yoo kin tell us anythin'!"
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "Some of the others have been showing me how to clean up but... could you show me some too? I don't like it when people say I look ummm..."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> What are you talking about? You look perfectly fine
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh, that's all, nyaha.
<SPoC> 6Dias holds the bottle out to Marcus
<Kit> 6Freyja poomfs back to normal. 1"Here I thought it'd be something embarassing or fun."
* Marcus` takes it and just sits there for a moment.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Infact, mah breasts are sosh ama-zing, that Cassh would be jealoujsh
* Jennifer` fixes her hair a little, she's been making attempts to control it. "R-Really?"
<SPoC> 6Dias turns his head to look at her, than her chest. 1"They are beautiful."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Of course.
<Kit> 6Chii rubs her forehead and wobbles off the doorway. 1"Holy hell."
* Marcus` laughs, after taking another swig. "You're right, they are perfect." He notes with a nod, setting the bottle back towards Dias.
<SPoC> 6Dias grabs the bottle and holds onto it.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *thumbs Dias* Too bad yoush turned me down that one time. Ha ha...your losh
<SPoC> <Dias> Pscht, I was being a gentleman!
<Jennifer`> "I don't seem too... boyish or anything?"
* Marcus` widens his eyes. "You turned her down!? You're a moron."
<Kit> 6Chii stops preying on Cheryl's mind in two ways, the very interaction making her world spin. 1"...Okay, how's she... do that..." 6Falls to sitting. 1"...And live?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes another swig.
<Marcus`> Moron. *he repeats, shaking his head* Idiot.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Of course. I can give you some pointers, but you're beautiful as is, Jen. Really.
<SPoC> <Dias> Whatever, I couldn't have lived with myself if I did. 6He hangs his head back, staring up at the cieling.
* Jennifer` goes red in the cheeks. "Thanks... I-I'll take the pointers though." She smiles.
<Kit> <Freyja> Everyone's unique, anyway. What makes you happy would just piss others off. I should know! Haha.
<Marcus`> Aww. He's a sweetie. Don'tcha think, Cheryl?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl scoffs and laughs
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl then falls on her back
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Then I'll give you some pointers some time later today.
<SPoC> <Dias> That hurts, ya know? 6He takes another quick drink, snorting as he holds the bottle away.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grabs her bottle and brings her to her lips, despite being on her back
<Marcus`> Psch. You don't really care. You're Dias the amazing pimp or something.
<SPoC> <Dias> Was. 6He points at Marcus, or near him. Or one of him. 1"But nots anymore."
<Jennifer`> Jennifer> "S-Sure." *She thumbs at a bruise on her cheek*
<Jennifer`> "I should get back to training..."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Now hesh a gentleman
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl breaks off drinking on her back.
<SPoC> <Dias> And-And a Scholar. 6He turns pointing towards Cheryl, his finger wagging.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Alright
* Marcus` snorts. "Right. Right." He just drinks more.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> A scholar. 6* She repeats, apparantly drunk enough to be a parrot.
* Jennifer` scooches off her lap and smiles, "Thanks... I feel a lot better now... ummm... I'm not sure how to ask Dad for the things I need though..."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Leave it to me.
<Marcus`> Whadaya think of me, Cheryl? *he tilts his head, obviously curious*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Lesh annoying than before
<Jennifer`> * Jenn smiles and hugs her, then heads out of the room.
<SPoC> <Dias> Oooooh. 6He points towards Marcus, making a cocky face
<Marcus`> Less, she said. I'll take that. *he smiles*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl laughs drunkenly, then sits up and holds her head.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Wheresh my bottle?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks for it
* Marcus` gives it to Dias, then points to Dias.
<Kit> 6Chii ambles over and stares down at Cheryl curiously.
<SPoC> <Dias> I think you drank it. 6He glances around, blinking several times.
<SPoC> 6Dias than looks at his hand. 1"Oh. Here it is." 6He holds it out to her.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares at Chii, patting her face. "Hey yoush."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes her bottle, and drinks more
<Kit> 6Chii turns her head slightly and grips the bottle before it reaches the pouring angle.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ...
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl frowns. "Hey. Leggo."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina watches her go, then back at Freyja
<SPoC> 6Dias snatches the bottle as Chii grabs it. 1"Bad...Chii..."
* Marcus` just watches.
<Kit> <Chii> Nah. I think you know already I'd be the first one to toss more liqour your way if it didn't matter, but there has to be a point to call it quits sometimes. Besides, with these two morons messed up, there's no one to watch anymore.
<Kit> 6Chii narrows her eyes slightly. 1"So if you keep sulking about like that, I can't practice."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl frowns. "Dont make me kick yoursh assh."
<SPoC> 6Dias squints, narrowing his eyes at being called a moron. 1"Not a moron."
<Kit> 6Chii smiles widely. 1"Perfect. That's the spirit."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts, grabbing at the bottle to free it
<Kit> 6Chii turns her gaze to Dias, daring him to let go of it to Cheryl, since he snatched it and all.
<SPoC> 6Dias wiggles his head cockily and hands it right over to Cheryl.
<Kit> 6Chii just grips it before its end can be poured again. 1"There goes the gentlemen aspect."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks victoriously drunk, and takes a victory swing
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl frowns, showing her teeth. "Chii."
<SPoC> <Dias> A gentleman never turns down a woman's request. 6He struggles to overpower her and pour it into Cheryl's mouth
<Kit> 6Chii stares at him blankly, using both hands.
<Kit> <Chii> She can have the rest after she kicks my ass. Then we can all pass out happy.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl leans forward, pressing her cheek suddenly against Chii's cheek, running her finger along Chii's arm. "Yoush gonna let go for me, right Chii?"
<SPoC> <Dias> HO! 6He swings his crutch up and over, lightly bonking Chii on the head.
<Kit> 6Chii peers at Cheryl, then gets bonked and scoffs. 1"Tch. I already told you I wouldn't go for that since you're not that way."
<Kit> <Chii> My terms are set, and gimp's starting to get on my nerves.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sighs, throwing up her hands. "Everyone turnsh me down."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stands up wobbily.
<SPoC> <Dias> Gimp? Where? 6He looks around. His hand still on the bottle
<Kit> <Chii> Eh? You turned me down.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mutters incoherantly.
<DeathStar> 6* And goes to a cabinet.
<Kit> 6Chii lightly boots the crutch, letting go of the bottle.
* Marcus` stands up and glances around at them.
<SPoC> 6Dias falls onto his back and he tumbles onto his one good foot. He hops backwards, obviously off-balance
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pulls out a THIRD bottle.
* Marcus` reaches out and catches Dias, but accidentally knocks him back towards Chii, since he doesn't know how much force to use.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl holds it up. "Ish win."
<Kit> 6Chii turns to Cheryl, then crosses her arms and actually starts to look irritated. 1"Trust, huh?" 6As soon as Dias' pressure touches her she whirls on her feet and allows him to continue onward toward Cheryl.
<SPoC> 6Dias stumbles over towards Chii now, hobbling around
<Kit> <Chii> Yeah, you win. I'll be outside if you sober up in time for some moonlighting.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl holds up a hand. "Whatsh that suppose to mean?"
<SPoC> <Dias> Weeeeeeee. 6Dias stumbles towards Cheryl now
<Kit> 6Chii spreads her hands, palms upturned in a shrug as she moves out of the hangar. 1"I don't really know, I guess."
<Kit> <Freyja> Jen's how old, Kat?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl uses the hand to thrust him toward Marcus. Cheryl follows after her, looking mad. "Whatthe fuck doesh that mean?"
<SPoC> <Dias> Uh Oh....6He begins to stumble and spin towards Marcus now
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm not sure. I think 15.
* Marcus` catches Dias. "SHE WANT'S TO SEX YOU UP!" He stumbles and falls.
<SPoC> <Dias> Who? 6He looks down at Marcus, ontop of him now.
<Kit> 6Chii huffs at Marcus' remark. 1"Means you're a mess at the moment, and since we're friends, I thought I'd say something. But I'm not going to tell you what to do, or what you can do."
<Marcus`> Dude. You have a boner.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Damn right. 6* She taps her chest. "I do what I want. But whatsh the fuck does that have to do with trush."
<SPoC> <Dias> Dude, that's my crutch. 6He rolls off him
<Marcus`> Oh thank god. *he sighs in relief*
<SPoC> 6And by doing so, puts pressure on the crutch, into his crotch
<Kit> <Chii> I do what the hell I want, too. But I trust your opinion. When you give it, anyway."
* Marcus` winces and elbows Dias in the face on instinct.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares. "Then why the fuck are you pissy?"
<SPoC> 6Dias' head snaps back and he grabs his face in pain. 1"Oi..."
<Kit> 6Chii pauses in her walk, having to think about it, it seems. 1"...Because I stopped when you asked, why not the other way around? Whatever. I don't understand this stuff. I'm going to go throw rocks at small animals or something."
* Marcus` lays there, then pulls himself up, he wants to watch the arguement.
<Kit> <Freyja> Late bloomer, eh?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Leave the fucking animals out of it.
<Kit> <Chii> Out of what?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I guess so.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *snorts and mutters something about killing animals*
<SPoC> 6Dias shakes his head and looks up at the two argueing, squinting. 1"Oi, this can't end well."
* Marcus` does his best to hide so he can watch, he covers up most of his face. "Shhh. I'm spying."
<Kit> 6Chii ...turns, growling slightly. 1"Well, the punching bags just don't do it!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Then maybesh yoush should find a better target than some defenselesh animals.
<Kit> <Chii> I did, but she's slobbering on herself!" 6Yes, Chii's digressed to immature mode.
<Kit> <Freyja> So, about what I said, Katrina McCormick.
<Marcus`> OOOOh. I wouldn't take that! *he calls over his hand*
<SPoC> <Dias> Uh oh. 6He turns slightly as if expecting a massive blast to appear
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl suddenly does a blur punch into Chii's jaw with enough force to dislocate it if Chii doesn't move her head with it. Her aim is dead on.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> *leans back, folding her hands together* Nothing personal, Freyja, but I don't feel like discussing it with you.
<Kit> 6Chii makes a startled noise for sure, shifting her head up and leaning backward to touch her hands to the floor, rolling back onto her feet. 1"..."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hah. How wassh that?
<Kit> <Chii> Reckless.
<SPoC> <Dias> SPOT ON!
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts.
<Marcus`> Weak! Harder! *he hides behind his hand yet again*
<Kit> <Freyja> Then who can you, eh?
<SPoC> 6Dias jerks his hands up and holds up all 10 fingers. 1"I give it a 10."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl ignores the two, staring down at Chii. She does a bring it motion
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Who says I haven't talked with someone about it? 6* She smiles.
<Kit> <Freyja> Your eyes. My favorite window.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Hm. Well, I have talked to someone about it.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles easily.
<Kit> 6Freyja waves her hand slightly. 1"Sure. But the way you're acting signifies that you're holding more than you've given."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> And how am I acting? 6* She looks curious
<Kit> 6Chii just crosses her arms. 1"What, now we're in a pissing contest?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yoush said you wanted a target. Well, back it up.
* Jennifer` is now known as Sera|Sleep
<Kit> <Freyja> Somber, detached, callous and otherwise brutally short-sided.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina laughs musically.
<SPoC> <Dias> Booo, screws it Cheryl. Let's finish drinking and bonding."
<Kit> <Chii> Bonding. Tch.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl advances on Chii slowly.
<Kit> <Freyja> You're acting like me, really.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Is that a compliment, or an insult, Freyja? 6* She studies her with a counselor look
<Kit> 6Chii fights off an agitated look. 1"...Fine."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pauses, then turns her back. "Forget it. Leave the animalish alone."
<Kit> <Chii> I'm not responsible for what happens to the stooges if they don't move, then.
<Kit> 6Chii stares. 1"Does that include them?" 6Gestures at Marcus and Dias.
<SPoC> <Dias> Who you calling stooges?! 6He shakes his fist at Chii.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits back down with her bottle of booze.
<Kit> <Freyja> Neither, really.
<SPoC> <Dias> Wait, animals?! I'm lost.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies her. "Mmhmm."
<Marcus`> You know. Resorting to name calling just shows how childish and immature you are.
* Marcus` pauses and glances at Dias. "What'd I say!?"
<SPoC> <Dias> Something poignant....Wait, what did I just say?
* Marcus` attempts to sneak the bottle away from Cheryl.
<Kit> 6Chii peers toward Marcus. 1"...You realize of course you're the one I'm most annoyed with, right?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grabs Marcus' hand and squeezes in warning
* Marcus` tilts his head, his hand squeezed, he glances at it. "....ow...." he steps back and stares at it slowly. "Wait...what did I do?" he glances at Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii eyes Marcus' movement, then blinks and rubs her chin. 1"Never mind."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl tosses his hand away.
<SPoC> <Dias> I thinks she's mad cuz you tried screwing Kat's
<Kit> <Chii> Wow. He is stupid.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl chugs at the bottle, staring at Chii in annoyance.
<SPoC> <Dias> HEY!
<Kit> <Chii> Or drunk. Or both.
<Marcus`> I think she's mad because even though we're drunk, we're still cooler than her.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stands up. "Ungh. Voices annoyish me."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl walks for the exit.
<SPoC> <Dias> I don't care anymore. 6He crosses his arms then falls over, losing his balance.
<Marcus`> No! You can't run away!
<Kit> 6Chii eyes Marcus, mouthing 'thanks' silently.
<DeathStar> 6* He gets the bird.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes her bottle with her, of course
* Marcus` eyes Chii. "What the fuck?"
<Kit> 6Chii then peers at Cheryl, since she was exiting originally and steps out of the way.
<SPoC> 6Dias hits the hanger floor with a thud.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl walks out past Chii wihtout a look. Apparantly she's moody now.
<Kit> 6Chii thought she was moody to begin with. Heads back to the training room, since she's been banned from poaching small animals with stone age methods.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oy, oy.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl enters the training room first, as if claiming it.
<SPoC> 6Dias starts snoring, having passed out
<Marcus`> I'm all alone. *hangs his head now*
<Kit> 6Freyja waves her hand, leaning back. The bed looks like a couch now and Freyja reclines on it. 1"I can do this, too!"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> *sighs* Do you have to change my bed?
<Kit> 6Chii stands in the doorway, staring!
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stands in the middle of the room, staring back.
* SPoC is now known as Dias-Awweep
* Marcus` steps out of the hanger and staggers off down the hallway.
<Kit> <Freyja> It's an illusion, dear. I can't transmogrify other objects.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Ah. Of course. My mistake.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes a defiant swallow of the alcohol, too.
* Marcus` pauses and knocks on Katrina's door.
<Kit> 6Chii rolls her eyes and steps in, heading for the punching bag she was using earlier.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances up. "Come on in, Marcus."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares at Chii, then eyes the robot drone. "Activate."
* Marcus` pokes his head in. "How'dya know it was me?"
<Kit> <Freyja> Oops. There goes my next question." 6The imagery of the bed returns to normal.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Your emotions.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances over her shoulder at Marcus.
<Marcus`> I'm sad. *he frowns as he steps in and sits down on the bed*
<Kit> 6Chii shouts over. "Theron!"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Why?
<DeathStar> 6* The drone takes on Theron's fighting style.
<Marcus`> Chii yelled at me. *he lowers his head*
<Kit> 6Freyja covers her mouth to keep from snickering as she glances away.
<DeathStar> 6* And proceeds to attack Cheryl with no mercy.
<Kit> 6Chii crosses her arms and watches.
<DeathStar> 6* It's a brutual beat down. For Cheryl.
<Kit> <Chii> Deactivate.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Awww. 6* She pats Marcus on the head.
<DeathStar> 6* It ignores her. Apparantly Theron uses some other code word.
<Kit> 6Chii pulls out a gun and shoots it.
<DeathStar> 6* The drone is shot.
<Marcus`> 6* Of course it's a robot, soooo.
<DeathStar> 6* And goes back to attacking
<Kit> <Chii> Bastard child of a can opener, don't ignore me. Shut off you son of a bitch.
* Marcus` tilts his head and glances at Freyja, then Kat. "...you busy?"
<Kit> <Freyja> No.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> We were just talking about a few things. Why?
<Kit> 6Chii proceeds over and takes out both swords, moving to strike it.
<Marcus`> I don't wanna be bother an all. That's bad, mom always used to...*he pauses and shakes his head*
<DeathStar> 6* The drone deactivates after it takes sword damage.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl lays on her side, then rolls onto her stomach, spitting up a glob of blood.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies him, then sniffs his breath. "Have you been drinking?"
<Kit> <Chii> Okami. And you wanted to fight with me?
<Kit> <Freyja> Totally.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl ignores Chii. She reaches in her mouth and pulls out a molar, tossing it down
<Marcus`> Tch! *he looks offended*
<Marcus`> N-Yes. *he tilts his head* That wrong?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I guess not. Just a bit early.
<Marcus`> I'm injured, it's never too early! *he proclaims proudly*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Is that so?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl gets to her feet wobbily like.
<DeathStar> 6* She turns and walks out, hunched painfully.
<Marcus`> Need muh healing juice. *he nods, with a odd grin*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sighs like a mother. "No wonder Chii made you sad."
<Kit> 6Chii stalks Cheryl guiltily.
<Marcus`> She calls me names. *he frowns, then gets serious* And that pisses me off. *he pauses* and makes me sad. I aint never did wrong to her.
<DeathStar> 6 *Cheryl enters her room, slapping the button door shut.
<Kit> <Freyja> Not even called her names?
<Kit> 6Chii sits in front of the door, staring at it like anything else.
<Marcus`> That was you. *he points* Wierdo. *he sticks his tongue out*
<DeathStar> 6 Katrina shakes her head. "Why you two can't get along."
<Kit> <Freyja> We don't get along?" 6Blinks.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Chii and Marcus.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh. I could probably surmise a few reasons, but you didn't want to talk.
<Marcus`> Don't ask me. *he throws up his hands* We aint dating or anything, it's not like i'm movin in on her girl or nothin.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina doesn't take the bait.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I wasn't her girl to begin with. I think you two just don't get along.
<Kit> <Freyja> Chii doesn't have attachments like that.
* Marcus` snorts. "She's more immature that I am. Than Jennifer even. That's dumb. Stupid. Like Dias retarded."
<DeathStar> 6* There's random noises inside Cheryl's room.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yeah, probably my fault. Never gave her anything except what I didn't want." 6She gazes at Katrina for some reason.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina peers at Freyja, perhaps reading her emotions
* Marcus` crosses his arms. "I don't like being drunk." He notes epically...if that's a word, you know.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Then why are you drunk?
<Kit> <Freyja> Peer pressure.
<Marcus`> Aint got nothing better to do. *he shrugs* You aint ever gonna agree to a date again, i'm too immature.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies Marcus curiously. "I see."
<Marcus`> We should play a game.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> What sort of game?
<Marcus`> A...fun one?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Like?
<Marcus`> I'm drunk, lady. You're supposed to entertain me!
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Hardlyt.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You should sleep it off.
* Marcus` scoffs. "You want me to go, i'll go. But we should play a game."
<Kit> 6Freyja tests Marcus' psyche by having white birds fly around his head, and a pair of bunnies look up at him from the floor, and a dog and a cat hugging.
<Kit> 6Granted, Katrina can see them too.
* Marcus` just stares. "You're being infested."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Then name a game. 6* She looks unreacted to the illusions
<DeathStar> 6* The noises quiet down for a bit inside Cheryl's room
<Kit> 6Chii leans forward and listens more closely.
<DeathStar> 6* Eerie silencen ow
<Kit> 6Chii looks up and studies for vent openings.
<Marcus`> Oh! *he snaps out of the illusions.* We should play a game where if you're sober, you gotta give the other player a kiss. Wait no, that's too easy. Umm. *he thinks* We should play Ro Sham Bo.
<Kit> <Freyja> Spin the bottle?
<DeathStar> 6* There are vents here and there
<Marcus`> Ro Sham Bo. *he repeats*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> And what is that?
<Kit> 6Chii reaches up with the edge of her sword and slides one's panel away, leaps up and grabs the edges with her fingertips and pulls herself up into them, looking both ways before moving toward Cheryl's.
<Marcus`> Ro. *he makes a rock motion* Sham *a paper one* Bo *scissors*
<Kit> <Freyja> Janken." 6Giggle.
<Marcus`> Ro Sham Bo. *he says again, sternly*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina looks a bit amused, perhaps. "I think I'm too old for that."
* Marcus` snorts. "Then you must be eleventy billion."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Just a few years shy
<DeathStar> 6* Chii approaches DOOM
* Marcus` widens his eyes, then narrows them. "You're just saying that. Cause you're scared you'll lose."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> *sighs* Fine. One round.
* Marcus` grins widely. "On 5." He holds up his fist.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina does the same, though with the lack of enthuasm
<Marcus`> 1, 2, 3, 4....5! *he throws his hand down*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina makes a scissors.
* Marcus` makes a rock, but with his thumb sticking up. "Hah! I win!"
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina pats Marcus on the arm. "Yes."
<Marcus`> Dynamite always wins. *he nods proudly*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina motions to the bed. "Here. Why don't you lay down, Marcus?"
<Marcus`> Aw, I don't wanna bother no one. I like talkin to ya.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina taps her fingers on the arm of her chair. "Dynamite, hm?"
<Marcus`> Spode. *he makes a blowing up motion*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina nods slowly. This will be a long night
<Kit> 6Luckily Freyja has the patience of a waterfall.
<Kit> 6Chii crawls toward doom lest she actually feels that negativity or killing intent.
<DeathStar> 6* Chii would find the room trashed; apparantly Cheryl rearranged it with her fists. And Cheryl laying, completely nude, on the bed, apparantly asleep, but if so, with no snoring. Her body appears to be healing whatever damage was inflicted
<Kit> 6Chii moves the plate aside and winds wire around her midori bottle, lowering it slowly down to what remains. Probably the only thing standing upright. Then sneaks away like a good ninja
<Kit> <Freyja> Dynamite doesn't explode underwater...
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina peers at Freyja.
<Kit> 6Freyja peers back at Katrina.
<Marcus`> PSH. You can't do water with your hands!
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina leans in her seat, staring at Marcus
<Kit> 6Freyja tosses her hands, spreading her fingers. A fine mist sprays, forming a rainbow. Nothing gets wet.
* Marcus` stares at Katrina.
<DeathStar> -THE NEXT DAY-
<DeathStar> 6* And so, a day has passed suddenly, like a second.
<Kit> 6Freyja starts to snicker.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina is asleep, having had to deal with Marcus all night
<Kit> 6Chii wails on a punching bag, in a fowler mood than the previous day.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren is still in isolated training
* Marcus` stumbles through the hallway, holding his head.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is up and about in the hanger. Her mood is foul.
* Marcus` steps into the hanger and glances around. "...this isn't the bathroom."
<DeathStar> -END-
<DeathStar> -UNEND-
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl glances at him. Her face has some slight discoloration from bruising that's healing quicker than normal.
* Marcus` tilts his head. "Hey. Who hit you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *snorts* I ran into my own fist.
<Marcus`> That's a good talent to have. *he notes with a nod, glancing around, then slowly sitting down on a work stool.* Don't let me drink ever again...at least not that stuff.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Fine
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl breaks a metal pipe in two and moves to stuff one end into a hole in the shuttle.
<Kit> 6Freyja lies across the bed staring at Katrina. 1"You got away this time!"
* Marcus` groans. "I think I proposed to Kat." He eyes Cheryl for a moment. "You ok?"
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina rolls over, half-asleep and not sure what's going on.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Huh?
<Kit> 6Freyja calmly shifts away and exits the door, waiting for it to close before returning to the 'brig' whistling.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Did she say yes? 6* She says, twisting the metal pipe.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stares at nothing, and goes back to sleep, apparantly.
<Marcus`> I think she just...patted my head or somethin. I do get kinda childish when I'm intoxicated. Remember when you first met me? Take 4 years off of that. *he nods*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Ungh.
<Kit> 6Chii stalks off toward the hangar, doing her usual spy thing out of agitation, boredom, and flat out childish curiousity to the aftermath.
<Marcus`> You even got a hangover?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> No. 6* She twists the pipe. "You going to fucking spy, then pick a better fucking target." 6* She shouts out to no one.
<Kit> 6A rather unmiraculous thud resounds in the hallway.
* Marcus` sniffs, then shakes his head. "We should hang out and drink more often. Just don't let me get drunk, a beer is all and well. But that fuel stuff was dangerous."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grunts.
* Marcus` tilts his head. "Hey you hungry?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Not really.
<Marcus`> That's a shame. I'm a damn good cook. *he hops off the stool* I could make you something if you were, i'm pretty hungry myself.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes the second half of the pipe and stabs it into another hole. "Said I wasn't."
<Marcus`> Right...i'll leave you be now. I hope you feel better, you did a real number to your face.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'm crazy like that
<Marcus`> Crazy's the only way to be these days. *he hops off the stool and moves for the door* Later.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl makes some sort of grunt sound that could be later
<Kit> 6Chii eyes Marcus as he leaves, then slips in crouching by her feet precariously.
<Marcus`> HEY CHII! *he calls out loudly as he walks away*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl wipes her hands and walks for another exit. Apparantly she isn't ready to be near Chii.
* Marcus` seems proud of himself as he vanishes into the...kitchen.
<Kit> <Chii> I hate when he rubs it in.
<DeathStar> 6* Chii is alone as she says this.
<DeathStar> 6* All alone.
* Marcus` is now known as Xan|Gone
<Kit> 6Chii eyes Cheryl's exit and peers at nothing, before going around to collect up discarded pipes and the likes. Generally just tidying up the mess.
<DeathStar> -END-
Session Close: Tue Jan 15 02:22:01 2008

Session Start: Tue Jan 15 02:45:35 2008
Session Ident: #taw
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<DeathStar> -RESUME-
<DeathStar> 6* Chii has cleaned up discarded pipes.
<Kit> 6Chii brushes her hands off, then moves for Cheryl's room, only listening at the door.
<DeathStar> 6* Eerily silent.
* Kit repeats her procedure, knocking the vent cover away and leaps to pull herself up and check.
<Kit> 6Freyja yawns. Guarding? the interrogation door.
<DeathStar> 6* Unlike last time, the vent cover is ripped off and hands grab her, yanking her out of the vent and across the room.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I told you you should pick a better fucking target!
<DeathStar> 6* Billy walks past Freyja.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh.
<Kit> 6Chii grunts as she slams her back on the wall, but lands in a crouch, twitching slightly. That definitely hurt.
<DeathStar> 6* And suddenly sprays her in the face with blue paint, running for the interrogation door.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares down at her.
<Kit> 6Freyja hangs her head and sighs. She put up a barrier anyway; and takes out a hankerchief and starts wiping.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy scurries off, plotting revenge.
<Kit> <Chii> Yes you did, not that I was spying this time.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> What the hell do you call that?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl motions at the vent.
<Kit> 6Chii rubs her shoulder, remaining in a crouch. If one didn't know better she was looking for a place to run. Regardless of her thoughts, she refuses to answer except with a childish. "1..Hrmph.."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts, then hits the door open button for Chii.
<Kit> <Chii> If you're still angry, just hit me already. Otherwise, I'll be back to clean the place when you really aren't here.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I can clean my own fucking room.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks like she's still angry, but doesn't take the blow.
<Kit> <Chii> ...Never said you couldn't." 6Rubs her forehead, then glumly averts her eyes and makes her way out with an awkward poise now from being slammed.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl lets her go, crossing her arms. It seems she has no intention of stopping Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii just makes her way out then, however depressed or hurt she is, one of the similarities they share is pride and stubborness. She just makes her way back to the training room while she still has it monopolized.
<DeathStar> 6*Billy hangs from the rafters, staring at Chii.
<DeathStar> <Billy> Little Chii, she got no friends! Little Chii, she ran them all off! Now all she's got is a training bag!
<Kit> <Chii> ...Shut up, brat.
<DeathStar> <Billy> *peers at Chii upside down, then breaks out into a second verse* She stones them birds, she stones them real good! Smashes their little brains in!
<DeathStar> <Billy> And now no one loves her.
<Kit> <Chii> Shut up.
<Kit> 6Chii rubs her shoulder, then peers at the training drone and narrows her eyes.
<DeathStar> <Billy> *swings* Maybe when she's a baby, they'll like her again! As they change her diapers and wipe her ass!
<Kit> <Chii> Activate.
<DeathStar> 6* It appears it's still in it's emergency shut off mode after being cut
<Kit> 6Chii kicks it.
<DeathStar> <Billy> *swings back and forth* Tee-hee.
<Kit> 6Chii turns her head upwards and scowls. 1"You're really annoying, you know that?"
<DeathStar> <Billy> Thank you.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy smiles.
<Kit> <Chii> I've been wondering where you've been for days, and you only show up for this?
<DeathStar> <Billy> Yep.
<Kit> <Chii> Why don't you stay missing, then? Run back to the mommies or something.
<DeathStar> <Billy> *smiles* And so, the little girl ran off the only person who would still talk to her, leaving her alone. What a poor, wretched girl she was.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy climbs up into te rafters out of sight
<Kit> <Chii> Whatever. Next time I'll just know better than to worry about anyone but myself.
<DeathStar> 6* No response.
<Kit> 6She kicks one of the bags with the edge of her foot. 1"Lot of fucking good it does."
<DeathStar> 6* The bag does not respond.
<Kit> 6Chii repetitively combos it in various manners, probably seeking to empty her thoughts by repeating languid patterns. They're not the fastest strikes, but they're practiced and precise.
<DeathStar> 6* The bag weeps.
<Kit> <Freyja> Not quite what I expected, but I can't say I'm surprised.
<Kit> 6Chii blinks, taking a moment to exit a daze before scowling. 1"Oh fuck off."
<Kit> <Freyja> There's plenty of that going around. Are you having fun?
<Kit> 6Chii strikes the bag with her foot, gazing over while contact is still made. 1"...I really will kill you. Not like anyone would stop me this time."
<Kit> 6Freyja grins and shrugs. 1"Eh, you're probably right. So then why'd you bother saving me? Because you'd 'disappear' without our soul intact?"
<Kit> 6Chii twitches. 1"I meant after that, ahou."
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<Kit> <Freyja> Oh right. Katrina asked you to stop. I must admit I was caught offguard. Our reunion and you tried to strangle me to death. Quite the impression.
<Kit> <Chii> Keep talking.
<Kit> <Freyja> You're right. I feel as though the ties amongst us are weaker than ever. Perhaps even more deeply so than when I tried to use them as the key.
<Kit> 6Chii seemingly ignores her like she usually seeks to do.
<Kit> <Freyja> It surprised me how capable you were, though. Frankly I wouldn't have thought that the darker side of sentient nature was capable of creating bonds, much less so many in a short period of time.
<Kit> <Chii> Pfeh.
<Kit> 6An elbow smashes the bag again as Chii leans against it, looking weary. 1"...What's your point? I don't have such things. You used to say that yourself. You would know best."
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<Kit> <Freyja> Not really. Not anymore. You still want to say that? For the second time in our 'life' and such a short time after the first, I was pleasantly surprised. Not only did you manage to create another link, but you fashioned one that I couldn't fail to notice.
<Kit> 6Chii turns slowly, expression creased in confusion.
<Kit> <Freyja> We still share our soul, Chiikun. And for as long as we do, there will be a few things you can't hide from me. One of them being such a noticeable thing as channeling. Who would've thought the old experiments really were such an interesting thing?
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<Kit> <Chii> What the hell are you talking about?
<Kit> <Freyja> Don't be coy. Obviously the weapon you turned against that decommissioned Beta project. Did you think I wouldn't notice something that connects us in such a way?
<Kit> 6Chii blinks, then narrows her eyes. 1"You have nothing to do with it, so..."
<Kit> <Freyja> If you're going to draw off our spirit as a whole instead of following the rules, I do believe I'll have something to do with it.
<Kit> <Chii> I don't have a choice, kisama. Until we can find the one who did it, I can't make a serum for something I've been poisoned with.
<Kit> 6Freyja smiles. 1"I see. So you'll break the rules whenever it suits you?"
<Kit> <Chii> You seriously want to annoy me with that right now?"
<Kit> <Freyja> Just looking out for my little sister. O. Nee. Chan.
<Kit> 6A kunai flings for Freyja's chest, clinking against an invisible resting point before hitting the ground. The brunette giggles, then assumes her normal appearance. 1"Feisty this morn?"
<Kit> 6Two more are flung, veering away from her at angles, the first hitting the wall behind her, the second hitting the eye of its hilt and clanging back for Freyja's rear. She flickers to the side, laughing again, poising her hands to loose a light arrow at Chii.
<Kit> <Chii> Really, really not in the mood." 6Her teeth ground, she takes a quick step, then leaps to the side, drawing out both guns, firing twice each for a total of twelve sporadic shots which Freyja holds back with barriers.
<DeathStar> <Voice> Enough.
<Kit> 6The two pause, blinking toward the sound.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stands there, not looking amused. Apparantly he was monitoring them enough to know the fight broke out.
<Kit> 6Chii just twitches. 1"... ..."
<Kit> 6Freyja stifles a giggle behind her hand. 1"...Warren?" 6Then goes back to retaining her alternate appearance since it seems the bout is prematurely ended.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren turns to go, speaking over his shoulder. "Do that again inside, and I'll take you both down."
<Kit> <Chii> Why'd you bother interrupting for that!?" 6Punches the wall.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren turns to peer at Chii calmly. "Learn to control your anger. I don't care if you're only dark side emotions. It's time to grow up."
<Kit> <Chii> ..." 6Visible twitch. "1For what? There's nothing to grow up for."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren walks over to Chii, and suddenly backhands her across the face.
<Kit> 6Freyja runs a finger along her lip in thought.
<Kit> 6Chii, really not expecting something like that, slowly brings her face back, wincing and practically whistling through her clenched teeth as she exhales. Of controlling her temper, her left hand clutches her right, holding one of her swords. Both hands tremble.
<Kit> <Chii> ...Am I supposed to make something... of that?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stares at her calmly. "If you are going to act like a child, then I will respond to you as one." 6* He turns his back to her. "You have made connections here, good and bad, among the team. If that's not enough for you to want to grow up and become something more, to make something of those connections, then I think you know where the exit is at. Freyja can send you off somewhere where you can act like a spoiled brat."
<Kit> 6Freyja ventures toward the center of the training room, like a kid with ADD, and peers up at the vents.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren walks off.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh, she was here, too. Haa..." 6Ambles after Warren. 1"I suppose that makes sense, besides me sending her somewhere."
<DeathStar> <Warren> ...
<Kit> 6Chii stares incredulously after the two, sheating the ninjato reluctantly and feeling more pissed off than ever.
<Kit> <Freyja> She doesn't listen to me anymore. If anything, she goes out of her way to make sure she doesn't." 6Once absolutely sure they're out of Chii's hearing. 1"Why do the violent ones seem to attract one another?"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren turns to look at Freyja quietly.
<Kit> <Freyja> What? It's true.
<DeathStar> <Warren> She does not listen to you because you toy with her.
<Kit> 6Freyja blinks, then tilts her head. 1"..That's not exclusive. I do that with everythi-- Ohhh."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stares at her.
<DeathStar> 6* If Billy's around, she doesn't taunt Chii.
<Kit> <Freyja> I guess I'm a pretty lousy older sister. Haa..! Hey, I'm new at that. It wasn't like we were so indepedent originally. It's still hard to think of her as someone else, when there's so many rules being broken and bent that belie either eventuality.
<DeathStar> <Warren> It's time you grew up some as well, Freyja.
<Kit> <Freyja> The act's over?
<DeathStar> <Warren> If one looks into the past long enough, they'll never notice what they have in the present. 6* He turns to go again. "You keep looking backwards, you'll never see what you have in front of you. Maybe it's time you re-evaulate your life goals."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren walks off.
<Kit> 6Freyja puts a hand to her hip and stares off at Warren's retreat. 1"I already did that."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren keeps walking, though he appears to be listening
<Kit> <Freyja> I thought a shift from sequential annihilation of imbalances to general world peace was a good move. Though some people make it quite difficult to be nice, I won't name names!
<DeathStar> 6* Warren snorts and enters the interrogation room, shutting the door.
<Kit> 6Freyja crosses her arms and narrows her eyes down the hallway. 1"Problem is, no one wants to accept what I want to be, and there's more use in the present for that puppeteer."
<DeathStar> 6* Billy spies.
<Kit> 6Chii continues to twitch for a while, then sits down, attempting to calm her nerves.
<DeathStar> 6* Someone sits beside Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii doesn't respond at first, almost a whole four seconds before shifting her gaze and turning her head to actually look.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sits there. She glances at Chii and offers a smile.
<Kit> 6Chii stares, then three seconds later, jerks back and almost topples over. 1"...Erah!?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> ... Are you okay?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina peers at her in concern.
<Kit> 6Resetting herself, Chii resumes sitting 'peacefully.' 1"I'm fine."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You shouldn't lie. I felt your emotions all the way out in the hallway.
<Kit> 6Chii grumbles and averts her eyes, pummeling the floor with her knuckles.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stares at Chii, and sighs. "Alright. But Chii. If you want to talk about it, I'm always here."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina goes to stand up.
<Kit> <Chii> Why?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina crosses her arms. "Because I care about you, Chii. Things between us might be shakey, but that hasn't changed."
<Kit> <Chii> ...Why are things... shakey?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sighs. "Because I don't know how to define our relationship. I want us to be friends. To establish that ground base. But it really seems to me sometimes you can just take things or leave them. Like the friendship and attachment means nothing solid to you."
<Kit> <Chii> ..." 6Another thwack to the floor. 1"...I can't deny that."
<Kit> <Chii> How do you explain something that doesn't make sense?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I don't know. 6* She rubs her arms.
<Kit> <Chii> None of you really make any sense to me, so I do tend to just take things as they are. If I tried to break everything down I'd give myself a headache.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina takes a deep breath. "Well. For me, friendships and attachments aren't just something I can take or leave. And it hurts me that you can do that. Even if I understand where you're coming from. So, I find it hard to just act like nothing's shakey.
<Kit> 6Chii stares a punching bag down. Her prey.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, I'll leave you be, Chii.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina turns to walk out.
<Kit> <Chii> It's not as if that's all there is to it. If things were that simple I wouldn't be pissed off.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina pauses, glancing back at Chii.
<Kit> <Chii> Sure, saying you won't sleep with me kind of sucks, but hey, whatever. But then being honest with my thoughts, something that's supposed to be a damned good thing, goes and makes you act all funny and avoid me.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well. Do you value our friendship, Chii?
<Kit> <Chii> I've never had friendship. To say it's something I value, I wouldn't know. I only know that whatever it is, missing, annoys the hell out of me.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina then smiles slightly. "Then we'll start from there and see where it takes us." 6* She kneels there. "No more flirting. No more innuedos. We'll just be friends and see how it goes from there."
<Kit> <Chii> Cheryl's the first person to bluntly say she'd be friends with me and actually invest something with me besides you, so when I had concerns I thought I would invest mine and ...she pissed me off so I played a prank and she got beat up and is ticked at me now.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina considers. "Apologize, then. Friends do that when they piss each other off."
<Kit> <Chii> Was going to apologise, but the idea's irritating so I thought I'd do something else and I got thrown into a wall.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sighs a bit.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Chii. Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii eyes her. 1"...What?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Sometimes you should just let go of that pride and just take the direct route. Then you might not get thrown into walls.
<Kit> <Chii> At first sight of me she ran off. What do I do, shout it at her back?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> If you have to.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> At least then the ball is in her court, isn't it?
<Kit> 6Chii scowls even more. 1"I'm not apologising so that nimrods like Marcus and Dias can hear."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina shakes her head and stands up.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, would that really be so worse than sitting here and pouting at a punching bag?
<Kit> <Chii> Then I've been ..." 6Tests the word. "1Worried about Billy since the last few incidents and she just comes here to mock me."
<Kit> <Chii> ...What does friendship represent amongst these things?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Friendship is something you invest time and energy into because you think there's something worth investing in. Even if the other person might make you mad or annoy you, if you feel there's value in giving that person your time, and being with that person, then that's friendship. You stick with it. You work through it. You compromise. You apologize when you have to do it, (cont)
<DeathStar> <Katrina> And you stand your ground when it's necessary. You're there for them, even if they slap at your hand, because you want to be there for them. Because they're worth being there for.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> That's friendship.
<Kit> <Chii> ... ... ...
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies her.
<Kit> 6Chii looks slightly confused. 1"So I should apologise to you and Cheryl. But what about Billy?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You should be honest with Billy. Tell her what you felt when she said those things. And if she wants to be friends, she'll take the steps to make it right.
<Kit> <Chii> Probably not.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You can't know until you give her the chance. That is, if you want to give her the chance.
<Kit> 6Chii squints. 1"She's innocent hearted, but definitely inclined toward evil. We're similar in respects, which is why I liked her at first, but now I just think she doesn't seek bonds."
<Kit> <Chii> Freyja didn't... tell you anything, did she?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> She might not want them.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Tell me about what?
<Kit> 6Chii scowls again, shaking her head. 1"Nothing."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Alright.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina rubs her arms. "So, friends?"
<Kit> <Chii> ...I can't do any of the fun stuff?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> No. IT's complicated to explain, but I'm looking for something else. So that's why I want to be friends.
<Kit> 6Chii rubs her head, mumbling. 1"Reason to belong."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Pardon me?
<Kit> 6Chii purses her lips at Katrina. 1"I'll be friends."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles, then nods. "I'd like that, Chii."
<Kit> <Chii> ...So... we're friends?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Yes.
<Kit> <Chii> I don't feel any differently.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles slightly and sits beside Chii, pulling her into a hug. "Feel better now?"
<Kit> 6Chii resists, much like Billy resists her own hugs, but relents. 1"..."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'll take that as a maybe, then
<Kit> <Chii> Maybe.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina keeps her holding her. "So, want to talk about what's bothering you, or should we sit here quietly?"
<Kit> <Chii> ...I thought we were talking about... that...
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, we were. But now we can do it as genuine friends.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina says this seriously, as if it makes a difference.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I can be the scornful girlfriend who goes, "Dias did what? That moron." and whatnot.
<Kit> <Chii> I don't get it. I do that anyway.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina laughs. "Fair enough."
<Kit> 6Chii squints toward the ceiling. 1"..."
<Kit> <Chii> Why does Marcus act dumb?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well. I personally think Marcus is very deep and serious when he wants to be . But he's young, and likes to play around still.
<Kit> <Chii> I know. So why does he act stupid?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Mmm. We'll chalk it up to immaturity. Not stupidity.
<Kit> <Chii> So why does Dias act dumb?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I think Dias has changed a lot lately. A lot. But really? Immaturity.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> And perhaps a clever ruse to lure people into a sense of security.
<Kit> <Chii> It's normal to get a shiver down your spine when you first learn Warren has a pronounceable voice beyond guttural sounds, right?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, if you find that terrifying, did you know Warren has a professional singing voice?
<Kit> <Chii> Oh, so I don't need to worry about him actually saying a few paragraph's worth rather than a few words.
<Kit> <Chii> Warren. Singing." 6...She starts laughing softly.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Probably not. Warren typically only speaks if he has to do so, or if he thinks the person is worth hearing his voice. As vain as that sounds.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Or if he's high and insulting someone.
<Kit> <Chii> Nice.
<Kit> <Chii> With all the practice grunting I bet he'd make a good Elvis impersonator.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, maybe if you're lucky one day, I'll play my hidden recording of him singing
<Kit> <Chii> I'll kiss you.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Now now! 6* She makes a feigning of tisking
<Kit> <Chii> Huh? ...Oh, bah.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles. "I'll see if I can dig it up."
<DeathStar> -AND SO ENDETH THIS MINI-
Session Close: Tue Jan 15 04:46:14 2008