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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 12:02 am
The glare was actual a comfort. It was familiar, something she remembered about him, from that once upon a time. Stubborn to the end... and end that seemed to be drawing nearer with each second. She watched as the blood seemed to drain from Miriam's face before her eyes, watched as the brunette slumped further, and she moved to take her shoulders again, looking an interesting combination of concerned and exasperated. That's what happened when meek, peaceful Helios met determined, disobliging Rea Marshall. So far, it was an interesting combination.
Kunzite was going to kill herself. No, that wasn't even right, because she knew, Helios knew that she wouldn't die. She wouldn't let herself die, not without finding him. He... she had way too much pride for that. No, Kunzite was going to push herself to the brink, and drive her mad doing it. By this time, Rea was barely listening to what the cavalier had to say. She wasn't sure how much of this was delusion anymore, struggling to try to gently and forcefully move her back into the bed.
"I'll... I'll try, Kunzite," she replied warily, the first time during the entire conversation that she had sounded unsure. She didn't know if she could do anything. But in all the time he had known him, to her recollection the Captain of his guard had never asked him for anything. Whether correct or just paranoia, (jealousy?) Helios had always had a suspicion the white-haired man never thought much of him, of what he did. For her to even insinuate, much less say she'd appreciate something she did... Helios would be damned if she said there was nothing she could do.
Rea gave another half exasperated, half concerned sigh, retracting her hands in a frustrated motion, and as a second thought sat down in the chair, giving him a measured, slightly respectful look.
"If you die, you won't be likely to find him where you'll go," she murmured almost sulkily, extending her hand and gripping Miriam's firmly. Or about as firmly as she dared, giving the circumstances.
"Reanna Marshall. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Captain."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:47 pm
Charys had not looked up from her iPod the entire time: apparently she was more embroiled in Cobra Starship than in the entire conversation, which had the result of her having missed out on one of the more important conversations that had taken place that year for the purposes of the senshi battle. Then again, Charys missed everything. She kept on flipping her songs down, earbuds stuck in her ears, as Kunzite and Pegasus continued their uneasy alliance.
Then she took one of them out of her ears as she watched both of them shake hands, as unsure as it still managed to be firm (Miriam Jacobs could give a firm handshake even when dead) as both of them stared at each other. Blue eyes to blue. Turquoise to ice. The main thing that she had managed to derive from this conversation was that Rea was a horse and Miriam was a dude, which all made sense.
"Well, it looks like she should probably sleep," she announced, voice shattering into their reverie, launching herself out of the plastic chair. "You two can probably hook up sometime, maybe ride around in a paddock, and maybe I can watch. Thanks for the time, Jacobs. It was swell."
Charys Murphy could be really ******** irritating sometimes.
"Rea, you coming?"
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:25 pm
Rea was startled -- noticeably startled -- when Charys spoke up for the first time since the beginning of the conversation. The fact that she had almost completely forgotten she was there was largely the reason for this, the other having more to do with paranoia and the negaverse and annoying golden birdcages.
Swivelling her head in the bluenette's direction, Rea gave Charys a series of looks, starting with surprise, moving on to skepticism, finishing, last but not least, with a masterfully incredulous look, and for a moment looked like she might honestly, defiantly say no. She could have just as easily said no. Reanna Marshall had absolutely no problems saying no, especially when the situation was as climactic as this. But Charys was right -- Miriam Jacobs was looking worse than she had before the two had entered the room, and the other crystal girl had a sneaking suspicion Captain Kunzite would not rest until Helios had left and the topic was undeniably closed, so she merely nodded, getting up to follow her out.
But not before shooting Miriam one last knowing look.
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