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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 9:42 pm
"Yes, let's fight murder with more murder, sounds like a wonderful idea to me--" Janice managed to inject into the conversation before the senshi had another short exchange with Franz.
Her mood was quite clearly soured by this point; she was chewing her gum with a volume that rivalled the senshi's, her arms had gone back to being crossed, and her facial expression showed that she was Quite Displeased with the information they'd managed to gather. It almost would have been better to leave them to be shrouded in mystery - well, really, they were still nearly as shrouded in mystery as they had been before. All they had gathered was that the senshi apparently thought they were the 'good' side in some kind of underground war.
"I am not convinced. At all," she said, smoldering in both words and gaze. The senshi, she felt, wasn't worth the effort making eye contact with anymore, so she had turned her head to try and burn the graffiti off of a brick near Franz's shoulder. "None of this information has any substance. It's all hearsay, bias and buzzwords."
Her fingers shifted around her knife, stretching and waving slowly around like the legs of a tarantula. "Both sides are responsible for human death, you unthinkingly catch us in your crossfire. And then you have the nerve to try and imply that you think you're protecting us. I can see why you referred to yourself as 'hero substitute.'"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:41 am
"Ow," said the girl, who didn't appear all that fazed -- just took her gum out of her mouth, examined it, and then popped it back inside her mouth again. "Wicked burn, guys. Hey, look, all I can say is that I was never responsible for anyone dying, okay? I don't want a Get Out Of Jail Free card, but I never shot a man in Reno just to watch him die."
She rubbed up her arms, which had goosepimpled slightly in the cold. "You'll understand if we take your word with a few grains of salt, Sailor Suspicious," Franz was saying. "I never believe anything told to me upfront unless you can also provide a Wikipedia entry and two or three reliable witnesses."
"All my reliable witnesses have ringworm," said the sailor senshi, and with that baffling comment -- "Thanks for the gum, dudes and dudettes, but I probably have to take off now. I have humans to kill and hearsay, bias and -- what was that? -- buzzwords to spread, also some urban destruction. Nah, just bullshitting, I just want to get home."
With a little wave, she was climbing back up the fire escape. Franz and Janice watched her go.
"What a wash," said Franz. "Truth died a little today, Fitzpatrick. I suggest we wash down our resentment with some bad coffee and donuts."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:34 am
"Agreed," Janice said, turning to glance at Franz for a moment before turning around again towards the entrance of the alleyway. "I think the only thing that can make this whole outing worth our time will be a watered-down cappuccino and a cruller."
A few angrily-walked blocks later, they were doing just that: sitting across from each other at a crumb-littered, coffee-stained table, picking slowly away at slightly stale baked goods, comparing notes with dangerous levels of detail-obsession and exchanging complaints about the senshi encounter and, ultimately, society in general. By the time the plates, cups, and tables were left empty and they went their separate ways, the sky was beginning to lighten in preparation for sunrise.
Which was par for the course for them, really.
[FIN]
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