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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:10 pm
Once she was on her feet, she remained standing in place while Hayes went over to the consul and save the settings, Blinking a couple of times, but averting her gaze as they made there way out of the room.
The walk was a quiet one, Faleen's feature were somewhat blank, indication that she was trapped in her own thoughts. though she was keenly aware of the taller Agent walking with her.
The closer they got to the door, the more color seemed to be coming back to her cheeks, and even pinking her face a little.
The cold air felt so good... she was reminded again of the relief of stepping out of the cave.
Her boots carried her down a few of the steps before stopping, her Hazel eyes lifting to the dark desert, arms crossing over her chest.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:24 pm
Hayes paused a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, and waited for Faleen to set the scene. If she wanted to talk, they could talk. If she wanted to walk, they could walk. And if she wanted him to leave, he could do that too.
The sudden change in temperature would have fogged his glasses if the mountains hadn't wrung every drop of moisture out miles ago, leaving the sky clear to the horizon. The stars shone with the full brilliance of their cold, distant light. Hayes hunched his shoulders, cheeks flushing a bit as a light breeze ruffled his hair.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:45 pm
She was content for a while, to just stand there, enjoying the openness.
Her thoughts were the only thing that was completely dragging her down.
She shifted, glancing over at Hayes, though only for a second before her eyes drifted to the side, onto the steps.
"I owe you an apology, Hayes" She said. "A couple actually." Faleen corrected herself.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:46 pm
By the way Hayes' expression changed and he blinked, he hadn't been expecting that at all. "Really?" This was news to him.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:58 pm
She looked back at him, her expression back to being very professional, the usually seriousness she carried with her.
"The first for taking your time so late at night, I realize this could have waited till morning... when we would actually have time to do something more about it." Not to mention when she could have better composed herself... and better dressed in a clean uniform. "I'm acing in a very unprofessional manner."
She didn't really feel much better about the situation, in fact she felt worse about it.
Why had she even asked Hayes to come with her? This wasn't exactly something she needed him for... He needed to know maybe? but right than? Wouldn't it have been better to just to it herself...
Professional courtesy maybe, since this was his project as well. maybe through all the panic and desire to know she instinctual asked him to come along.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 12:10 am
The blond stared at her for a minute.
Then he laughed softly, showing a second of white teeth. "Don't worry about it. This is big stuff - and I was up anyway," he added, fiddling with the collar of his jacket and shifting his weight to one leg. This was probably the first time - in a while, anyway - Hayes had been on base and in uniform after midnight. Turtlenecks were too close to ties for his comfort and given his druthers he'd ditch the agent uniform at any opportunity.
"You want to talk about anything?" he asked after a moment.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 12:35 am
She blinked quietly a couple of times at his reply, lips parting slightly.
He did have a point... she could apologize for her own actions, she was just glad that he didn't seem bothered by them.
On the contrary he has been... surprisingly supportive. enough so to help her sit down she recalled, and even take her out here.
... This thought troubled her...
At his offer to talk, she closed her mouth, brow furrowing slightly.
"... I'm uncertain of what exactly I could say... it would all seem highly self pitying, or at least I would fear it could come off that way..."
She took a few more steps down, and sat down onto the steps, knees together, tiling to one side. and arm draping over her lap.
"I worry mostly about what this Galactic is capable of... with seeming ease. its discouraging to say the least."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:47 pm
Hayes grinned, not unkindly. "Just go for it," he advised.
Errant sand grains crunched quietly under his boots as he moved to the step just above Faleen's and sat - one foot a step higher than the other, legs apart, arms resting on his knees - maybe four feet away, and listened.
"Yeah," he agreed when she was done. It was half-laughed; it said 'tell me about it.' The blond turned his head and looked out into the vast expanse of desert. HQ's lights cast bright squares on his lenses. "Zero point energy," he murmured, expression contemplative, then shook his head. "Wow."
"He's a smart guy," the Rocket acknowledged.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:26 pm
Her eyes remained locked on her knees, Zero-point energy.
How many times has that word gone through her head today... she hated it.
"He's a genius... The things he's capable of are... mind blowing, but he's such an idiot at the same time." She frowned. "I hate it, it all seems so effortless to him, he made me feel like I was... stupid, like I didn't have a clue how to wire a Dex, or build a robot. Like I didn't spend my entire life devoting myself to this study."
A hand reached up to her pony tail, and with a slow movement she tugged the tied out, letting her hair fall back down around her shoulders, a little more fluffy than it usually laid.
She frowned at the tie, tugging at it in her fingers. "Yet he's a coward, he can't seem to even stand on his own without clinging to that one Galactic women. There is something wrong with him."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:39 pm
Hayes nodded slightly, listening. He'd heard a bit about it - juice boxes, sandwiches, the name 'Tethys' in company with 'babysitter' and 'creepy' - not to mention his own personal experiences with the Galactic, which mostly involved getting monologued at and looked past. There was definitely something off with Deimos, and the best way Hayes could phrase it was he'd had one good roll and used everything but INT as a dump stat.
His mouth twitched in a sympathetic smile. "You sound like I felt in grad school."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:54 pm
She broke out of her own bitterness for a moment at Haye's reply, straightening her drooped posture a little as she turned her head, looking back at the Agent.
"Grad school?" she asked, shifting her posture so that looking at him wasn't so much a strain on her neck.
"What do you mean?" She asked, gently, not sure if he was relating to Daimos, or to feeling stupid. She didn't know Hayes well enough to guess this, at least his past she didn't.
She didn't know anyone's past really,
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:14 am
Hayes shifted a bit, leaning back on an elbow on the step above him.
"Feeling like that," he explained, "about guys like that. Not all the time, but sometimes. I mean.." His gaze strayed off toward the horizon. "I thought I was pretty smart, and I did okay, but I still had to work for things. Most of us were like that. But there were a couple guys that just.. geez, they blew us out of the water. We'd be working on a problem for hours and they would get it like that-" he snapped his fingers, "or take an idea and come in the next day with half a dozen things to do with it. They were amazing."
He was wearing that self-deprecating smile tinged with bittersweet humor, and laughed. "They weren't jerks about it, but still. Frustrating as hell." The blond looked back at Faleen. "You knew you weren't but you felt.. well." Shrug. "Stupid."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:35 am
A soft frown played on her lips as she listened to him, brow furrowing. That exactly what it was like... and it seemed to utterly unfair.
She worked hard... really hard, not only becasue she liked it, but becasue she had something to prove, someone to impress. There was a natural element involved in her own love for robotics, but no where near the level this Deimos had. Faleen still had to study, still had to learn how to do something.
Hayes was good at what he did, Faleen knew this, she worked with him, how could everything they do be simply child-play to someone else.
"Frustrating" she repeated after him. "... Its hopeless to wish, I know... But I wish I was more like that, Like Deimos. I could be so much more useful to Team Rocket..."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:40 am
"Heh." The blond looked at her over the top of his glasses, mouth quirked in a half-smile. "I don't. I like working with you now."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:52 am
Her eyes widened a little, she sat in silence for a moment lips parting slightly, wordlessly as she seemed to not know how to respond to this at first.
"... wha... wouldn't it be better to have a robotics prodigy to work with?"
That seemed logical anyway, get the job done better.
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