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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:03 pm
"Isn't that the truth..." Briareos muttered under his breath as he moved away from hovering in front of his partner to lean against the washer. Not realizing his weight in time the machine creaked and dented before he quickly stood upright. "Ah s**t..." Immediately he went to work trying to fix the damned thing before the owner found out.
"You know me...I didn't exactly read the manual..." He admitted, pushing the metal of the washed back into place as good as new minus a few scuff marks. Standing tall, he crossed his arms over his chest and thought for a moment; picking up on his partner's need to know, need to become a single thought like they used to be. He'd felt the same way, but was having a harder time since it was himself he had to re-learn. It wasn't something that came naturally at least for activities he took for granted; lord knows how many doors he'd ripped from their hinges and glasses he'd broke trying to have a drink.
"The system is advanced, and one of the only ones in operation today. What makes it so unique and powerful is that it has limitless IO ports...in essence I could operate a mass amount of things instantaneously. So Imagine if I was hooked up into Gaia's mainframe while in someone elses hands. I would have the ability to control every cyborg, every vehicle, every light bulb in the city. It would be nothing...."
It was, and would always be an overwhelming thought to him.
"Otherwise, My heart, nervous system and brain were transplanted over as well in order to make full use of the was system. Don't ask me why its so important since I couldn't begin to tell you; all I know is I'm a cyborg who still needs to eat, sleep, drink and for some stupid reason bleed." It wasn't a thought he wanted to share, but it was Deunan...and she had any and all rights to know as much as he did.
"Otherwise, I'm just a big hunk of advanced scrap parts." It was clear after all this time, he still wasn't too fond of the idea; but a part of him supposed it was better than being dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:12 pm
The vixen frowned, having caught the tail-edges of her partner's murmur. Yes. It was the cold truth. Especially for him, with the Hecatonchires system being his body. The loud clanking sound as the washer dented itself in under his leaning weight caught her attention. She swallowed laughter but couldn't help her wry smile as she watched him bend to remove the indent from the surface of the machine, indulging herself in a quiet chuckle.
Other than that soft sound, she waited for him to continue. 'Operating Manual...is he serious?' She tilted her head, chin leaning upon her propped hand. The news that he was that capable was surprising. Shocking. And it made her all the more aware of what she had to lose if something went wrong. There would literally be no escaping anything if something took him over. ...and despite the lingering reluctance, she swore to herself that she wouldn't put him through that. Not if she could help it.
The thought of it happening staggered her.
News of needing organs and a nervous system, his, specifically, was surprising in itself. He could bleed still? It was slightly disturbing in the sense that it was essentially him encased in a suit of metal, but no human body.
Another, deeper frown slid over her lips at his last statement. Sliding from on top of the warm drier, she stepped over. An arm looped around his back as she gave him a meaningful nudge.
"Big hunk of advanced scrap parts my a**. You're the same, the same," she emphasized, "Briareos I've always known. And I don't see that changing any time soon, either."
Perhaps it was ego talking, but she figured now they were back together as they were meant to be, it'd be easier for him. She would absolutely refuse to treat him differently because he was a cyborg now. He was the same, and so she wouldn't treat him anything other than how she used to.
It was then she realized she still had her arm around him, and slowly slid it away, taking a step back to look up at him with her eyes gleaming in honesty. She was stubborn, and he wasn't different where it really mattered. That was enough.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 8:48 pm
Pre occupied with the thought at hand the large bioroid continued to stare out into space untill he heard a shift in weight and Deunan's boots clunk against the hard linoleum of the laundry room. Lowering his head to question her actions he suddenly found himself frozen, staring forward as a paw crept around his torso to his back...almost swearing he could feel his synthetic 'skin' tingle.
If she had been anyone else...perhaps he could have let himself believe it, let himself be blissful in the fact that someone cared for him enough that they'd even say something like that even after he'd changed.
This was Deunan though.
No matter how much Briareos wanted to sugar coat her words and make him honestly believe they were still the same as they'd always been...he couldn't. It was because she was Deunan Knute that he refused to let her words be real to him...since the only real part of him left was the feelings he had for that spunky little fox infront of him. Nothing would take that from him.
"Deunan, stop."
He muttered once, just before she'd finished and waited, shaking his head even as she pulled back a step. When Briareos looked into those honest eyes, he was well aware she wasn't lying to him...He was still her partner. He was still Briareos. Nothing had really changed but him....and something else that had killed Briareos the moment he'd discovered what had happened.
"I am not the same, Deunan. Look at me..." Without so much of a second thought he'd reached and cupped her face in his hands, hunched a bit so he could look into her eyes. "Don't tell me I am who I used to be because I am not. There was a part of me that died in that blast Deunan, a part I will never get back. No amount of transplant or artificial intelligence will ever give me back all I lost." His gruff voice vibrated through the metal of his face optics focused just on her, and only her.
It had always been her.
"Can you honestly tell me, right now....that nothing had changed, can you look at this expressionless metal face and feel the same as we were three years ago!?..."
He'd never forget the day he'd almost lost her to that suicide terrorist with the grenade...if he had been any later....Briareos refused to think of it.
"The relief on my face when you'd opened your eyes and you were okay..." The way my heart skipped a beat at the way you'd said my name....and the look in your eyes was all I needed to know something had changed between us. He thought, before lowering his head slightly and gently removing his hand from her face and lowering it to his side. His voice was quiet, only after realizing he'd raised it quite a bit in his bitter rage at what had happened to him.
"Do you really feel the same now as you did when I was myself...?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:18 am
Stop..?
Mouth twisting into a frown, Deunan let her arms hang limp at her sides. Before she knew it, he'd reached out and cradled her face, willing her through words to look at him. To really look at him. And she did. She was painfully aware that the face staring straight back at her was no longer the face that matched with that of her memory. Her brows knotted, trying to will herself to not flinch away as his voice rose; harder, sharper, more agitated.
Eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a firm, mulish line, Deunan stared her partner down. Her ears perked and flicked as his voice softened with the last set of statements.
Bolstering herself as he moved his hand away, she straightened further.
"...I can't deny you're different, physically." That, after all, would be pointless and false. "...but...but you can't change my mind, or how I feel."
Taking a breath, she plunged on, keeping her gaze steady. "...I still feel the same. You couldn't get me to feel any different, Briareos, no matter what you feel you've lost."
Shoulders tense, she turned and lowered her eyes, taking a pace or two before she stopped and looked back at him. "Would you feel any different about me...if the situation were reversed, Briareos..? You're my partner."
"Partners are everything." With that mutter, she turned. Hadn't they thought and said the same thing..?
Tight lipped, she stalked back to the drier and hopped back onto it, boots clanking against the metal. Deunan glanced to him, then moodily swung her gaze to the floor. Propping her elbows on her knees, she set her chin on the heels of her hands. Her gaze hardened, wavered, and flickered with her train of thought. What the hell was he trying to do, anyway? Why did it have to matter that he wasn't human? Was he trying to push her away? No, that didn't make sense. Why would he have left ESWAT to look for her in the first place if that were the case? Nothing made sense anymore. Except that, regardless, she was where she wanted to be; where she belonged. ...she could acknowledge that much. Why couldn't he? Did he truly not feel the same anymore? Was he trying to just spare her?
'But that can't be right...he's always been honest with me...even if I don't want to hear it.' Her brows furrowed, and she chased her thoughts in circles.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:17 pm
Physically....that was the problem. While everything else had remained the same for the Bioroid it was his body that put him at a distance from everyone else. The fact that he could have had a body like his old one, like Hitomi and all the other bioroids. Although their programing was different, he was sure that they could try and change the template. Yet without his permission, without his consent they'd put him in this body; figuring either he'd adapt or die like the rest of them. A small and spiteful part wished he had, as Briareos had difficulties with his emotions....mission before self. It had been his way of life.
It had been their way of life.
Now faced with the irate expression of his partner, he knew his words were cruel...after all this time apart he had no doubt that she couldn't care as long as he was back and alive.
It mattered to him, so much in fact it consumed him at times.
"Thats the problem, Deunan." His voice was breaking, somewhere between a controlled hushed voice and a growl. "You shouldn't feel the same, because I do not feel the same about myself. How can you adapt and I cannot?" It was because he'd placed so much of himself in Deunan, that it was hard to look at her and accept that she held so much promise that had died when he lost his body. Mission aside, partner's aside...she'd never know how much he'd wanted to hold her like the families they'd rescued in hostage situations. The way reunited lovers found their world returned with one glance into their lovers eyes.
It was alright for him, for he could see his world in those cerulean orbs...but it held an ugly reflection looking back at him now.
The words of Aeacus rang heavy in his mind....there wasn't many girls; if any but Deunan who'd stick with him when he was now more cyborg than man. It was what haunted him most, for while he knew most everything about his partner...her blood type, her allergies, the way she liked her expresso, the way she hated to show but secretly at times wanted to be more feminine....
He knew nothing about her with anything pertaining to relationships, which wasn't surprising since it was rare for anyone in ESWAT to have romantic relations. It was too risky, yet for the sake of their jobs...Briareos had put those thoughts aside. Unfortunately after three years of suffering a love lost; it was back with a venegance.
"We're not partners anymore, Deunan!" He snapped, grabbing onto the drier and crushing the corners in his paws unintentionally. "I left out of juristiction, the moment I did...I ceased to be your partner." He couldn't lie to himself to think she was. Reguardless he knew returning to ESWAT would send him to jail for who knew how long; yet he knew his services were too well needed to have him banned from returning once he got out. It was a known risk he'd taken when he slammed the door on his way out of the office that day, three years prior.
"Thats the problem....even though we were partners, you've become my everything; and it ******** kills me everyday knowing we might not always be together. That while I know you inside and out....i'm lost in the dark on what you're thinking now..." It was obvious he was pertaining to her thoughts on him. "I've never heard you talk about your dreams, your plans after ESWAT....that I wouldn't be able to protect you when you moved on after your contract..." ESWAT wasn't forever, age would have caught up to them and sent them into retirement. Would she have found herself a mate and settled, or gone on to bigger and grandeur things? Briareos honestly never liked to think of those things till he realized it was because he had nothing to live for after his job; because his everything would have left with it and he would have nothing.
Optics were flickering furiously, he could see his levels of controll and emotional rage was endangering his systems and his systems were screaming for him to calm. It was no use, the human left in him was much too upset...something that was completely new and overwhelming for the otherwise calm male.
"You want to know what i'd feel?" He almost hissed out, his grip tightening on the drier. "I'd feel my heart break over and over, because the woman I'd loved for years resented everything that made her everything to me. That she could no longer stand the sight of herself in the mirror, that when there once was a chance after ESWAT that I could have told her how I felt and something could have come of it....that they'd gone ahead and made her into a machine no longer capable of retaining a relationship without sacrifice of things I'm not sure she wants or not." He took a breath, not used to holding such a rant at an intense tone. "Thats How i'd feel, Deunan, and thats how I feel right damn well now."
He had to leave, it was too small in the laundry room now as he abruptly turned and stormed out of the room at drill pace; crossing the commons area with ease and slamming the shop door behind him as he walked into the night and to the lawn. He wanted to yell, to curse whomever's idea it was to play such a cruel joke on him....yet he knew no one would be listening.
Dropping to sit on the cool lawn under the stars and moon, Briareos placed his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. He'd never lost his cool like that before, and most certianly on the last person on earth he'd ever want to yell at.
If there was ever a moment in his life where Briareos would have thought he'd coe even remotely close to crying...it would have been now. Sadly; he wasn't even able to do that either now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:53 pm
Those circling thoughts derailed and became an abrupt train-wreck as the drier she was perched upon shook violently from the force of Briareos's blow, the high-pitched whine of bending metal wreaking havoc on her ears. She'd half-heard him before, the added thoughts only adding to the jumble of chaos she couldn't even begin to unscramble. But now that was utterly hopeless...especially with her attention fully diverted to her partner. Her jaw set; half out of sheer stubborn will, half to prevent the quiver she could feel working inside her. Who knew that such a simple phrase could do so much to hurt her, even if it was said in bitter anger?
But it was out of love, out of trust and devotion, that she could adapt...she could admit that plainly to herself...even if she'd unveiled it...only somewhat with her words. Maybe not easily...but she could adapt. It would be hard to not see the way his eyes might just soften when he looked at her, or a grimace cross his lips when she aggravated him...or to just see his familiar face. It wasn't easy. She didn't dare to say it would be.
And she was shocked into an angry, brooding silence as he went on his raging tirade, trying to hold herself still, to not just give in to the foolish urge to punch him...realizing, of course, it wouldn't effect him much and would leave her with one hell of an aching - and perhaps broken - fist. And yet, even that wasn't necessary as his admittance shocked her. It was the same for her, and perhaps she should have known...but...well, you could not always see what was right beneath your nose.
In a very literal sense, they were all the other had.
The creak and groan of the drier beneath her as it continued to labour with the load and the strain from having a pissed-off cyborg crush it piece by piece with his hands was the only thing that alerted her that his grip had tightened. If what he said before shocked her, this was enough to make her mouth open, jaw hanging slightly, dazed and confused. Beyond belief. If he hadn't been right there, and she hadn't been staring into the madly flickering optics, well...well she didn't know what would happen, exactly. As it was she was stuck in place. She couldn't think, but she could plainly feel the painful clench of her heart as it stuttered in her chest.
She couldn't even move when he pulled away. Not even her eyes flicked after him, but stared straight ahead, as if convinced that if she stared long enough, the image of him there would eventually materialize and he'd be standing there still. The door slammed, and Deunan actually flinched as she hadn't allowed herself to throughout the whole ordeal. The soft click...click...click of her analog watch reached her ears in the quiet that followed, and... Her thoughts quickly overwhelmed her, and her already short temper raged.
'How could he be so stupid?!' She fumed. 'How dare he just storm out and leave after three years apart?!'
Nevermind the fact he wasn't literally leaving, but wanting space. He had no right to just toss all that in her face and leave! Not even the admittance of his feelings calmed her, or settled her thoughts. Instead, they only added fuel to the ridiculous fire that flared to life. Her temper was more renowned than his, but that didn't mean he didn't have one, as he just displayed. Generally his came about when the topic was about her...but hers...well hers just came and it didn't matter upon what subject.
A hand came to her chest and clenched the fabric of his borrowed shirt. How dare he insinuate she didn't feel anything about the changes he'd undergone, just because she could accept him without question?! Even if she'd asked him how he would feel! He didn't even say he would accept her, despite admitting his love! Her eyes stung and welled with tears. A few fell before she stubbornly held them back. Those same eyes, snapped into sharp focus. She didn't know how long, exactly, it had been since he'd stormed out...but to be honest, she didn't really care. If he could walk out to have space, she could damn well walk right back over. And so she would.
And so she did.
The door closed behind her after she stalked through the main area of the shop, though she did not slam it...as she would have done before. A quick scan let her see the large form of him, sitting on the grass. Grinding her teeth, she marched over, eyes keenly set upon him as she approached. She had no doubt he could hear her, even on the grass her footsteps were quite audible even to her own ears. Her hand abruptly reached out, grasping what she deemed one of his 'rabbit ears', though she had no clue if they were really ears or just some other sensor. Giving a firm, pulling tug and moving her arm to twist his head a little to look at her, bending down so she was right there. As she'd always been.
...just this time she was fuming mad.
"You want to know what I'm thinking now, Briareos? That, like you...you're my everything. And how dare you think this is any easier for me, just because I can accept you, regardless of what you look like?! It does kill me, a shot right through the heart, that you have it stuck in your head that for some reason what we have as partners," She spat the word, obstinately shoving it back into his face that they still were. "Could be any less than it was before. I can accept and adapt because, funny thing with being everything to me: I. love. you. too."
She seemed to pause, as if that was it, but with a quick inward breath, she abruptly started again. "As for dreams, wishes, plans...ESWAT has a funny way of making you live day by day, because you never know - despite best efforts, despite your partner being the best there is - if you're going to wind up dead. Even moreso when the only semblance to any family, any person you might want something more with on the outside is in the exact same position as you, as your partner...well doesn't it just make your day you could lose them too, and it'd be even harder than dieing yourself?!"
"And another thing." She intoned, eyes going dark as she stood back up. "What would make you think I left ESWAT on good terms, anyway? You should know I'm brash, rude, and have dozens of personality vices that I would have walked or ran out of there and left them to deal with s**t so I could go to where-ever I felt I needed to to find you again. I'd go to the ends of the earth; I'd go through Hell if the place exists, just to get back to you. You, in any damned form you might be in, Briareos. So just...just, ugh! Just get that through your head, damnit!"
If he could leave her after his own admittance, damn straight she could do the same. A quick, precise pivot on her heels and she stalked back to the shop, the hot burn of frustrated, angry tears making her vision go blurry. And it wasn't just anger at him, but towards herself, too. But she wouldn't turn and crawl back, even though she might have wanted to. Her heart twisted again, and she bit her lip. The door slammed behind her this time, drawing all manner of startled glances to her.
She paused, looking a moment despite stinging eyes. Eyebrows were raised pointedly, and Deunan blinked. For a moment, she was lost, and then she looked down. Nothing was really amiss, aside from the fact she was wearing Briareos's borrowed clothing. ...Briareos's clothing. Pointed, speculative gazes, one or two openly leering at her.
Her eyes snapped wide a second before she scowled. "Oh <******** off, nothing like that happened!"
'I'm not some two-bit whore, and I swear the next one of them to look at me like that...I'll...I'll beat them into the ground!'
Foul mood amplified, Deunan stomped her way back to the laundry room, trying to ignore the stares.
But they drilled into her back and she quickly stopped. Shoulders tense, she half-turned to scan the others, bristling as she spotted one that continued his despicable gaze. Immediately she completed the turn. It was just a matter of a smooth motion, immediately breaking into a run, using a couch as a springboard of sorts to cross the rest of the distance. Landing in a crouch with her eyes upon her target, she snarled mentally. She did not pull her gun, though, wanting something more satisfying than potentially pumping this arrogant b*****d full of holes.
Besides, gunshots would completely alert Briareos...and she could handle herself.
The male in question wasn't so dumb as to completely miss the fact Deunan was pissed off, but it didn't deter him from opening his mouth, apparently confident in his seduction skills. "Looking for some more fun, girl? I can guarantee you won't be disappointed; that last bout you had was quick. Guess not even a tin can could hol--"
Crunch! The heel of Deunan's palm smashed up against the bottom of his jaw, rocking him back. He hadn't even got to finish his words. Vexed, the ESWAT operative came at him, fist flying for his face. Ducking, he evaded, but didn't get to miss out on Deunan's knee connecting to his gut. Coughing, he lurched to the side.
Perhaps her rage was getting the best of her, but Deunan followed. Grasping his hair, she turned him to look at her before getting a few blessedly hard jabs to his face. Her fists stung, and he slumped to the floor. Slamming a booted foot home against his side, she glared down at him. He was far from dead, of course...and Deunan was still far from relieved. He was just dazed, and probably would be for the next hour or more.
"Shut the ******** up and keep your opinions and s**t to yourself."
Turning, she stalked off to the laundry room, doing her best to ignore the incredulous stares, paw hovering over her gun; yanking open the door of the drier to check her clothes. Then practically snarled to herself when they weren't dry. Despite the temptation to kick it closed, she simply slammed it instead and turned it back on with a brisk turn of her wrist.
They were two bloody peas in the same, damnable pod. The thought was angry, but Deunan's shoulders shook in helpless, momentary mirth, borne from the stress of both their admittances.
Rubbing the heels of her hands against her eyes to dry them, she shoved herself back onto the drier, this time crossing her legs. Pulling out her gun, she twisted it in her hands, flicking the safety on and off, checking the clip, looking down the barrel, only to repeat the motions in a mixed order. The backs of her fists were an angry red, yet stung only mildly. She could faintly hear the others move the one she'd beaten down to a more secluded area to get him checked out. Nothing was broken, she knew...but he'd be sore as hell. Her gaze shifted from the backs of her hands to the gun, continuing with the routine motions. Something to keep her mind preoccupied amidst its clatter, lest she do something embarrassing like break down.
She'd gone from shock at hearing his voice, to relief and joy she'd found him, nevermind his body was gone, to an emotional wreck because they'd yelled their feelings. And now she was alone, and she didn't have the resilient spunk at the moment to crack even a mental joke that it served him right. She felt joy, but it was overshadowed by anger and sorrow he couldn't grasp that she would accept him either way. Any way.
She felt horrible. She'd not only done the same thing he just did to her - and she knew how it felt firsthand - but she didn't even have the guts to go apologize, as she rightly should. Groaning, she shifted her gun and practically buried her face against her hands, unwilling to let the weapon go despite the fact it was an awkward hold.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:47 pm
It was a time of many firsts that night....yet the most prominent was that he had little clue what his partner was thinking. The years apart had weighed a heavy burden on his heart and mind and it showed in how unstable he'd become from his former rock like state. How many times he'd believed he was so close to finding her only to have his hopes dashed, his spirit dampened...his drive diminished. Briareos was one to never give up, and now he was sure that all his efforts had paid off, but was it really such a change that things had just blown up in his face when the pair hadn't been reunited for more than a few hours?
The cyborg had gone years without her, and effectively pushed her away in under two measly hours.
The silence he'd left her in tore at his soul, or whatever was left of it...it hurt him to no ends what he did to Deunan; yet although akin in emotions there would be no way to express how he'd felt. For her to understand and feel that raw pain would be impossible...like he couldn't begin to live what she'd experienced. His hands griped heavily on his face as Briareos wished he could rip off the metal, freeing his body inside so he could step out into the world just as he used to be. Dreams, that's all it would ever be now. Too far programmed into the Hecatonchires system to ever have a chance at transplant again, it would surely mean death. That simple fact chilled him to his metal framework, for he would then never see Deunan or anyone from ESWAT again. The dull sounds of his hear beating rang through his audio sensors, when something else was picked up....boots?
Boy, was he not prepared for what was to come.
Before he could even mutter her name, he felt the tight grip on his 'ears' and his head reeled back from the pull as optic met a pair of angry orbs belonging to none other than Deunan. His sensors told him immediately that she was livid, in one of her rages even....but his heart told him that long before his vital monitor even clicked in. If he could have had a look of bewilderment and shock on his face it would have been his only expression worn when she began her tirade, her words like bullets hitting every vital spot in his armor.
The worst hit came on the realization of the faint stains on her face were none other than tears; long having rolled off her cheeks.
Tears undoubtedly caused by him.
Helpless to even speak a word let alone an articulate sentence as she continued her speech, Briareos had barely even moved a muscle when she stormed back into the shop...leaving him once again alone with his thoughts. While everything swirled and tried to settle in his mind....one thing did seem to stand out amongst the chaos. I. love. you. too. Who knew the response to the three most important words he'd ever said in his life could hurt so bad? Here they were, inseparable partners who'd been through literally life and death with one another, had never strayed from the path....and found themselves at a fork in the road. One he was scared to take...but at the same time, wanted nothing more than to kick off his swat's and travel down the path with the vixen.
Despite it all, despite his thick metal head...she undoubtedly got something through the plating and into his head.
What have I done...
He would do anything for Deunan, he'd displayed it many a times before. Yet he would continue to do anything to see her smile, to watch her greet each new way with the same spunk she had even in the most gloomy of mornings. He would run to the ends of the earth and back, just like Deunan - Heaven and hell weren't vast enough to slow him in the slightest.
All Briareos had was Deunan....and it was all he'd ever need in life.
Ripped from his thoughts as his sensors picked up a scuffle in the shop his head turned back while listening for the sounds of shots which would immediately ring the warning bells that Deunan was on the loose....but they never came. Quickly rising to his feet he made swift pace to the shop door and entered, surveying the scene in mild surprise. A fox who's seen better days was being helped off the floor by a friend, blood oozed from his jaw and swelling quickly deformed his face something fierce. It seemed he would be taken to get checked out, Briareos would have been honestly shocked if nothing was broken. Immediately he recognized the ferocity of the attacks to be from none other than his partner, and as Briareos hesitantly moved towards the laundry room door again...he was stopped dead in his tracks when his sensors picked up a hushed, wounded voice. . <******** slut....probably had AIDS or something anyways..."
And that was when Briareos lost it.
It took a few heavy strides as his boots glided him across the shop, pushing a chair out of the way as he all but grabbed the poor fox's bruised and swollen face in his large paw and lifted him into the air; ignoring the ominous popping sounds coming from the male's spine. For a brief moment in time his optics had all began to shine with a dark red tint, as the cyborg turned and exited the shop once more with his 'toy'. Slamming the fox down against the outside deck to crack a few boards, he leaned in nice and close before his venomous words spilled out in nothing more than a whisper.
"You have twenty seconds to get out of range of my weapon, or whom you dirty with your sexual deeds will be the last thing you need to worry about."
Letting go of his face, Briareos stood and pulled out his automatic machine gun, pointing it at the head of the fox who stared in disbelief. When Briareos clicked the safety off and once again aimed it right smack dab at the guy's forehead the fox took off in a mad sprint despite the incredible pain he must have been in. If he could have smirked, he would have....since he highly doubted he needed to count to twenty what that fox would not be coming back.
Now....his final 'problem'.
Briareos knew no matter how much Deunan would feel bad about something, apologizing unless in a sarcastic manor was near impossible for her. Not that it was any easier for him, yet the effort could still be made in place of words. Already he could feel what was left of his insides churn and twist at the thought of what condition she could have been in...one he probably was unaware with; which made it all the more nerve wracking. Quietly making his way back to the door, he ever so silently opened it to the laundry room; peeking in to see her hunched on top of the drier. His heart ached for her, ached for what he'd said to her and in turn caused the whole situation to spiral into a vicious circle. While not by any means informed on how to properly do things...he figured what was left of his instincts would guide him to do the right thing.
And they did.
Walking across the room without a word, much like before he swept her into a tight embrace...but this one was different. Gentle was his grip as if he was holding a delicate flower; too much pressure would crush it but was tight enough to scream volumes. I love you....I need you.... but more prominent... I'm so, so sorry. He'd never learned how to embrace a lover...but at that point in time; even as his body actually shook and shuddered under the emotional strain on his nerves had on his body....it was perfect.
His one paw gripped the back of her...well, his shirt as he held her close with such meaning. His face lightly buried in the crook of her neck as he did have to hunch over a bit; but luckily the direr had put her in a position that he could so such without much trouble.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:13 am
Her ears twitched at the loud sounds from down the hall, presumably in the main area of the shop, but even though she could distinctly hear the loud thuds that reverberated - from none other than Briareos, she knew - she didn't move to go see. Instead, she stayed hunched up, shifting an arm to wrap around her chest, a few momentary heaving breaths causing her discomfort.
The spasm, as it were, soon passed. Arm slumping to her lap, she closed her eyes. Life was never fair, she knew, but didn't it just love to kick both her and Briareos any time it could? Her soft laughter this time was mirthless. She felt rotten, still, absolutely so. What had given her the right to do that to him in return? Nothing, of course, but she'd done it anyway.
It was hard to envision life after ESWAT...or even with ESWAT. But a nagging sensation told her that...that when they returned - because they had to - she would expect no less. Something about sharing whatever time they had left, on a day to day basis, meant everything to her. Why waste more of their precious time? Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself with her thoughts. There was no telling whether her partner would still be adamant about not being partners, or doing something as silly as continuing to push her away because he wasn't himself, or she deserved better, or something along those lines...well, it was possible. She hoped that her well-placed faith in him would remain well-placed. She would just...just have to place more upon him, that he might change, that she might have gotten through his thick skull. That, at least, seemed to be another thing that hadn't changed.
An ear quivered, catching - not the door opening - but the slight amplification of sound from the shop that told her it was being opened. A quick half-glance from the space between her hand and eye told her it was him, but she didn't move. A fresh wave of will kept her steady, the tremor from her earlier half-gasps stilling. She held still, listening to the measured pace of his footsteps as he approached, but she wasn't exactly prepared for what she got.
She was enfolded into his arms, much like she had been when she found out it was him in the first place.
It was notably different, of course. Much tighter...which was totally fine with her. The thing that disturbed her, though, was the trembling that came not from herself, but...but from him..? The hand holding her gun was lowered, snaking between their bodies so the weapon could be placed within easy reach on the drier...but at the moment, it was easily forgotten. As soon as she let it go, her face pinched and she bowed her head, resting it more or less in the same spot he had his own. Both arms snaked around him, knowing nothing else would do. She bit her lip, determined to not shed any more tears, but a few escaped despite best efforts.
The apology, the emotion in the simple embrace was loud and clear. As would be her own response, asking forgiveness and stating just as much as he had. As much as her throat closed up, with emotion, and the strength of it...this was more than important enough to speak up, and discard any sarcasm.
"Briareos--I...I'm sorry. S-So sorry." The last four words came in a hushed and broken whisper, though she had no doubt at all that he would have heard her. Her hands fisted into his own shirt, and she ducked her head slightly more, keeping her face hidden against his neck. Screwing her eyes shut, she heaved a deep, shuddering breath, relaxing somewhat. She stayed unmoving for the most part, hoping that he would stop his own shaking soon, because she wouldn't turn him away; ever. How could she? And how could she have doubted in him in the first place, even if hope and trust had soon blotted it out?
She didn't exactly expect a response to that. They were both sorry for everything...and they had both forgiven the other, it seemed. It seemed more noticeable to her now that it would be she had the perfect place, the perfect fit, right there, especially with feelings revealed, than it had in the hallway earlier. Her body quickly slumped against his own, though her grip and embrace remained just as tight, just as sure. They had time, and Deunan was content to wait until they were both sure they wouldn't break.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 10:50 am
The embrace was touching, as Briareos found his heart clenching as her arms found their way around his back. He wasn't sure just exactly how long he'd realized he'd fallen in love with Deunan, but he knew for sure that the catalyst to his emotions had began when he thought he would have lost her on that day. That same notion when he realized he had lost her in that firefight as well as his body, had just torn him apart.
He wasn't going to lose her again, Briareos thought with silent resolve. There would be nothing that would keep him from being with this resilient vixen.
As much as he resisted to let got, the bioroid finally gave in and loosened his embrace as his trembling ceased. His nerves no longer wreaking havoc he pulled back and immediately notices the few tear stains on his metal plating, looking to see the same discoloration on her fur. Tenderly, which was strange for a cyborg of his stature and build he used his thumb to brush what was left of those few solitary tears away. It reminded him of how he brushed away the debris from her face after the grenade went off, sending him in a bit of a nostalgic seriousness.
"Even if the world comes to an end....Deunan. I will protect you no matter what. Those were words I broke last time, and I intend to follow these ones through 'lest it be the death of me. I can't afford to lose you again..."
It would be then, he concluded...that he'd lose whatever humanity he had left in him.
As if on a strange cue the drier shrieked out its signal that the clothes were finished; the basin slowing to a stop as Briareos stood upright and stepped back from where she sat. As much as the bioroid was equpit to handle many a sleepless nights before needing to recharge, he felt so emotionally and physically drained from the strain of events today that if he ever wanted to sleep; now was the time.
"Come on, lets go back...I'm sick of this laundry room." Indeed, as he looked around he knew this place would forever hold memories....as well as evidence of his loss of emotional control. No doubt he'd need to pay for that in the morning, since he doubted that no one else could have crumpled the sides of the drier like he had.
Opening the door and holding it for Deunan, he tilted his head in what would be perceived as a grin. "Double time, Partner."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:58 pm
It was a relief to note Briareos's trembling had began to cease, and Deunan breathed a little easier. By the time it faded all-together, he was pulling away, much to her dismay. She didn't exactly want him to see her tears, but when they were brushed away, her eyes travelled up to meet his optics. As it had for him, it brought back memories. Exactly the same, if his words were any indication of what he was thinking.
Her hand came up, laying gently on the back of his to give a thankful and reassuring squeeze. Her chest squeezed again, and she strove to draw in a breath. He couldn't afford to lose her? The feeling was mutual.
"I don't think either of us...could stand losing the other, Briareos...but, but I know you'll do as you promise." Her hand fell slowly, then with more derision as the drier squealed. Blasted thing. Her eyes twitched to the machine below her, even as her hand reached back for the gun she'd placed there. Shoving it back into the rig, she scooted off the top of the machine. Stretching and hearing her back crack and pop, she heaved a deep breath.
"Couldn't agree with you more." She intoned dryly, pulling the door open and fishing all of her articles of clothing out. Bundling it underneath an arm, she turned to see him holding the door open. A grin cracked her lips.
"Yes, Sir." She quipped, voice holding more than its fair share of cheekiness. But beneath it was the relief she felt. Partner. The word was never so welcome. Elbowing his side as she passed through the doorframe, she shot him another grin, though as she looked forwards towards the common area of the shop, it fell and was replaced by a half glare. the glare extended as she glanced around the room, the din becoming hushed as the pair stepped through.
Clearly, Deunan wasn't going to stick around and be stared at; she already knew in part that Briareos had done something to the male she'd attacked; even if he had been looked at, he was nowhere to be found. Twisting slightly, she looked up at Briareos in question as she headed towards the stairwell, marching straight up without looking back. At least that time...she could ignore the stares, and the whispers she could block out. Funny that, now that things were right in the world she could do that. No sense in trying to beat them all to death, though chances were it would have been no sweat. There was no need to make more enemies, if she had already.
Vaguely, she noted she had forgotten her pint glass back in the laundry room...but like hell she was going to go get it. There were some smaller glasses in the room, anyway; they would do just fine. Beer, after everything, sounded pretty damn good. Withdrawing the room key - the more important key still clutched in her hand - she paused outside the door. A nagging sensation at the back of her mind made her strain her ears. They had been away from the room for a long while. It was probably just her frayed nerves talking...but...but she wasn't going to chance things.
She inserted the key slowly, but stopped when it was sheathed inside the keyhole, looking up over her shoulder at Briareos. Silent and questioning. Years apart couldn't have broken their partnership--their silent communication when it was needed, and she was certainly asking him if there was anything amiss. Because hell if she wanted something to happen, not now. She didn't want to test the bonds they'd reforged. She counted on him now.
Her free hand inched upwards, in habit, to flip down her scope for nightvision, and found it wasn't there. Mentally groaning, she brought the same hand - her left hand - down to the gun at her waist and withdrew it, clutching it for assurance. Deunan slowly twisted the knob, letting the door swing open and peeked inside. Nerves, nerves, nerves. She briefly wondered how long it would take to have them normal again. Perhaps a run tomorrow...perhaps that would settle her into some semblance of normalcy. She'd even do laps.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:37 am
"Hey now..." Briareos tilted his head in a cheeky manner as she elbowed his side, soon after shaking his own head as he followed her back into the commons...looking up to see what she'd seen. He could see the visible flinch of a few of 'buddy's' friends when they laid there eyes back on him for nearly ended the guy's life...but he knew no one was going to openly say anything now that both of their demonstrations had set them straight. Let them whisper, let them rumor...he'd beat every one of them to an inch of their life if they made Deunan feel bad without an ounce of remorse.
...That was until she gave him that questionable look when they scaled the stairs. Briareos could have played dumb and oblivious, but indeed the years of service and constant company of one another made them a book to each other. He could read her just as well as she was relearning to read him, minus some facial features and eyes his body still moved the same; and it did warm him to know how much she was trying since their eye contact was vital back in the day.
"Lets just say...if that fellow comes back at all, i'll be honestly surprised. He left in a worse condition than it looks like you left him in...." Scratching the back of his head in a 'innocent' manner, he paused when he saw his partner falter at the doorway.
Immediately he understood.
Seriousness returned like it had when things turned to s**t, his back pressing silently against the wall as he listened with his antennae...he didn't pick up any immediate sounds but could still feel his nerves start to act up. Removing his back up pistol since his .50 cal was in the room currently he motioned with his hand to hold back; since even bullets of that caliber would heavily dent if not break through an inch or two even through his plating. If Deunan faced it, well, they'd eat right through her and all the walls surrounding the upper level. Automatically his optics flicked to their nightvision lenses, nodding his head as a go.
Yet as he looked down a moment to collect himself that was when he saw it...barely there but a footprint that was not there before and did not match his or Deunan's.
Someone was in there.
Whirling around the door in a room clearing procedure he had his pistol level as he looked around quickly; trying to locate any devices or people...when he lucked out. The window, as the person clad in black was just trying to retrieve his leg out from the frame, yet the intruder was well aware too, whipping out his tear gas and tossing the live can into the room as it filled with the pale yellow smoke. "Deunan, Mask!" He yelled, knowing his body was made to filter out any type of gas thrown at him as he ran to the window to dive and tuck roll onto the roof. Firing off a few shots as the trespasser leaped from the roof to land on the ground quite effortlessly, by the time Briareos had made it to the end of the roof the person was gone. His sensors picking up nothing once he got past and into the nearby ********..." He cursed, fist clenching as he knew it was no ordinary person who'd found their way into Deunan's room. It had to be someone from the city, be it ESWAT or some Merc...no one would be carrying such a potent grade of tear gas.
There was no doubt about it, they knew their location...already his nerves began to panic as their new 'hideout' had become compromised in the first day of their reunion.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:40 am
The short vixen snirked, moving her shoulders in what could only be an amused shrug in response; the a** deserved it, anyway. Boundaries were established for the residents here. They were now completely aware that she and her partner weren't ones to piss off...though perhaps his looming presence would have been enough to clue the foxes and people here in in the time he'd been here before her. She didn't make a verbal response, but it really didn't surprise her.
He'd always looked out for her, and this was no different. Perhaps moreso now.
But right now, her mind was as far from the nuisance that had been offered the brunt of her anger, and his protectiveness, as if it had never happened. She crouched down, setting her warm, dried clothes upon the floor, feeling better with both hands able to grasp weapons with both hands should she need to. She hadn't even stood up when her eyes flicked to movement from her partner. Hold. Automatically, she froze, but adjusted her position so she could crouch comfortably. Her head was tilted upwards slightly so she could catch any other signals Briareos would send. The nod would have made her grin, but her lips barely twitched now, as she pushed the door open.
She was up and less than a heartbeat behind him, gun up and levelled, making opposing sweeps of the room. A flash of movement and the metallic ping of metal hitting the wall had her eyes swerving, body and gun following with one smooth motion. She'd turned back at the same time Briareos shouted. Not bothering to waste her breath on even an acknowledgment or curse, she nearly dove at the chair her things were stacked upon; her eyes immediately snapped shut, full of tears, as she rummaged by touch. Mentally snapping curses at herself as she remembered where she left it, Deunan whirled and shoved the bathroom door open, quickly clearing after nearly wrenching her eyes open, grabbing the mask she'd left on the sink counter. Exhaling sharply in frustration, she pulled it over her face. She coughed several times, but stayed upright. Leaning against the doorframe, she hunched her shoulders; letting the mask do its work, she pulled the straps tight and pushed herself off to stalk forwards after she was stable enough.
Uttering curses now, she grabbed up the gun she'd left behind earlier and made her way to the window, twisting through it with an ease born of fury despite the baggy clothing. Once she was clear and well away from her room, she yanked the mask off; her eyes were only open a crack, still stinging and watering...but she could prevent herself from coughing now. It had been bad luck all around she hadn't gathered everything together...but it didn't mean she could excuse herself for it.
And damnit, she was tired of these bastards that thought they could mess with her! In this case them, but still!
Using the back of her free hand - having roughly shoved her handgun back into the rig - she wiped at her eyes and growled to herself. It seemed things just kept getting better and better. With the blurry form of her partner standing, a dark silhouette, at the end of the roof, fairly stationary...well, it was safe to assume their would-be attacker was successful in fleeing. Blue eyes narrowing, Deunan strode forwards, still careful.
"Lovely first night." She ground out from between clenched teeth, giving her eyes another swipe or two. What she wouldn't give to have a glance at the guy and fill him with bullets. "Looks like we're not sticking to the room, either."
Damned if they did, damned if they didn't.
They just couldn't catch a break, could they? Not even after three years of separation did they get even a measly twenty-four hours to just regroup. Another curse and she ground the toe of her boot against the roof before huffing out a breath.
"Well s**t. Let's go back; we're nothing but sitting ducks out here, anyway."
Especially her. Her eyes still stung like a mother, but she yanked the mask back down, trekking back to the open window, rather uneasy at being so exposed. Logic said whomever that was wasn't going to stick around, but that didn't mean she would count on luck. Luck had already shown herself to be an ugly witch tonight...and she wasn't going to push it further. If she did, Luck would probably drop a bomb on the shop for kicks.
Wouldn't that make it the best day ever?
Yeah Deunan, you can find your partner after three years of being on your own, but have fun surviving the bomb I'll drop on you after a couple hours in return. Fair's fair, right?
That was utter bullshit.
First things first, she peered out into the hall, making sure there were no more surprises before grabbing her clothes and giving the door a good cuff to close it. Mildly satisfied with the sound of the slam, she turned to take stock of her belongings, checking to make sure - hoping - nothing was taken. Belts, ammo, spare clips, other things to slowly be accounted for. Besides, if he had that kind of tear gas, what could the vixen have he could possibly want?
"Not some run-of-the-mill jerk just looking for some fun. The hell was he doing here, anyway? ...maybe he was hoping...to get lucky?" Blowing her bangs and pursing her lips at the thought, not liking it. If he could manage to get away from Briareos, and everything else was considered...who had he been waiting for? Probably not her partner, which meant her. Someone that good wouldn't make a careless mistake to get the wrong room.
One thing for certain, she wouldn't be sitting down on anything in the room. It was probably best to leave it. They weren't exactly equipped for dealing with explosives, after all. Nor was she in the mood to even think about hunting any down.
"Damnit." She was pissed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:46 am
"You got that right..." Briareos grumbled irritably, about as happy as his partner was about the escape of their intruder. What was wrong with him, usually he was aways able to apprehend anyone who gave him chase...was this a sign he had really allowed himself to slip over the years of constant searching? He'd like to think his mind was still sharp, still in the game...but indeed his thoughts had only been about the vixen standing beside him and not of usually codes of combat. Slumping his shoulders in what would be seen as a sigh, his head tilted as he looked back to Deunan...indeed their attacker would not be returning tonight, not since he was caught in the act since now they would be on guard.
"As much as I doubt our friend will be returning tonight while we're anticipating...it wouldn't be wise. Who knows what kind of crap he was doing while we were out." Explosives? Doubtful. Devices? More or less likely. Last thing he wanted was to be spied on, and he was sure Deunan would blow a gasket if he'd planted some kind of camera in there.
"We could try another room, or we could just set up camp outside. In the morning I could call in a favor from a local around here...get us some temporary residence untill we can find something better or someone to host us during our stay here." Turning he followed her back off the roof, a bit nervous from the roof creaking under his weight but figured if it hadn't collapsed on the way out then he was fairly safe returning.
Slipping through the window albeit the awkward fit since he wasn't doing a running dive at it, the cyborg stood off the the side seeing all of his belongings were still neatly packed and organized. Once more his optics switched to a heat sensor scope, glancing around the room to see if any live explosives were in place and was happy to see none. As much as he wouldn't be able to combat the force of an explosive device he couldn't just leave it here for someone else to unfortunately find. Not that he would even dream to do something like that if Deunan was around, since her body wouldn't even stand a hair of a chance from such close proximity.
"We haven't exactly made a lot of friends in our profession, it could have been a hired merc...but it looks like reguardless we're going to have to keep our guard up now untill we can figure out what the hell, or who the hell sent our friend. However upon her hearing her albeit cheeky little comment, comething aweful stirred in his heart...not even wanting to think about it for fear he'd get dangerously upset again and put his fist through the wall, he simply became quiet for a bit and looked the other way.
"If he was i'll gladly tear him a new one."
Funny thing was, he wasn't even joking in the slightest.
Taking out a cloth from his pant's pouch, he felt his fingers graze upon something before pulling it out in unison....feeling an inner grin come on as he looked up to Deunan. "Think fast." He called before tossing the eye drops in her direction, feeling a wave of nostalgia crawl over him that he hadn't changed in the slightest, down to having things in their same place even though he'd never need them again. At least they prooved handy for this situation.
Moving over to the glasses and pitcher at the table he used the cloth to remove whatever finger prints had been left there if they hadn't already been taken; but he doubted it. "Hurry and gather your kit, the earlier we can get settled for the night the better." Be it in another room or out in the woods, he figured Deunan would need her rest as much as she often bitched about it when he tried to make sure she slept as much as possible. While they used to take turns or shifts during the night, his newfound body let him stay up longer, but did still needed a few hours every one or two days.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 4:33 pm
"Either one works for me..." Trapped like a rat, or exposed? Which one was going to be better? In the end, she didn't know. "But I think we can decide that after, anyway. Who knows what kind of bugs he planted."
She realized it too, and considering Briareos hadn't tackled her out of the room, or told her to move, she could assume that, for the moment, nothing was going to blow them to smithereens.
"...just how long have you been here, anyway, that you can call up 'favours' from the locals?" Shifting her weight to one leg, she tilted her head, looking up and raising an eyebrow, hands still moving on her current task.
Stacking, folding, and packing what she didn't immediately need into her bag, the vixen smirked at his comment, knowing it to be serious, and not the attempt at humor it might have been...had it a lighter tone. "You and I both." Another target to vent frustration on. Hadn't she thought of filling him with bullets before?
Think fast.
The words came out of nowhere, and Deunan turned and crouched slightly, but with the object sailing through the air, she found her hand immediately snapping upwards to catch the object. Standing and looking somewhat embarrassed, even if the reaction could have saved her life in other cases... Well, she had the good grace to be sheepish about it.
Opening her hand, she looked at the small bottle and smiled, looking back up to him afterwards, the smile spreading slightly before it turned just a shade cheeky...still serious in ways. She knew she'd been right when she said he was still the same, and he continued to prove it so.
"Always looking out for me, huh? ...thanks, Briareos."
'...gotta love him.' She mused, eyes softening a little as she looked down at her bag. She did.
Straightening, Deunan pondered a moment, glancing at her borrowed clothes briefly, then back to her freshly dried ones. Practicality won out and she scooped them up; no way she was going to run around in baggy clothes - even if they were his - when they'd both have to be wary--ready to move at a moment's notice. With a flicking motion of her hand, she ducked into the bathroom and shoved the door so it was mostly closed, stripping and redressing. Clenching her eyes and removing her mask while she tugged on her shirt, slipping it back over immediately afterwards, considering the tear gas was still present. It'd take a while for it to dissipate from the room, considering there was only one window. Folding the clothes up, she grabbed the other items she'd left and twisted back out the door.
She glanced over, tilting her head as she tucked away the last of the items, and the clothes; no sense packing them in a few minutes into his own things. Her bag was here and open. Shutting it, she grabbed the armor that fit over top of her clothing and pulled it on, tugging straps tight, then rearranging everything quickly. Finally she tucked the drops in a small pocket, the key into another one, where she was sure it couldn't fall out or otherwise be taken without her knowledge...and hefted the pack onto her back.
"Quick enough?" She quipped, shifting lightly to adjust; weapons slid into their rigs, everything secure. She had everything, and now she was itching to get out of the room and set some drops into her eyes. "C'mon then, slave driver, let's get out of here."
She waited until they were clear of the room, of any more remnants of the gas before removing the mask completely and giving her head a shake.
"What's the plan? Truth be told...it doesn't matter either way to me." She stopped at the top of the staircase, looking down before turning back part way. "Given the way he ran like a bat out of hell...it's doubtful he'd come back..."
She wasn't sure she'd be comfortable indoors, anyway. At least outside they'd be able to see, possibly even better hear, anything coming. Slipping the bottle from the pocket she tucked it into, she tilted her head back, letting a few drops fall into each eye in turn. Blinking several times with a feeling of relief, she quirked a smile and deliberated tossing it back before deciding against it; recapping and tucking it away for later. She'd need it, after all, and there was no sense in giving it to him when she'd just bother him later for it.
"Your call. You've been here longer...I dare to say you've a better grasp on what's around than I do."
They'd paid for a room, it was true...and they could go down and explain...but she wasn't in the mood. Besides, who knew whose side anyone was on, anyway. The one she could trust was her partner. She'd just pick the damn lock and be done with it if he decided staying here was better. ...not like she hadn't done it before, after all.
Regardless, she was eager for some sort of direction.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 8:48 pm
Tossing the weight of his duffel bag over his shoulder as he passed and snatched the handles, Briareos took posting by the door for a few moments to wait for his partner to get her stuff in order and then dressed back into her own attire. Once she returned with gear on and the rest of her items in her ruck sac he twisted his body to open the door to the hall but not before doing a quick check to make sure no one was going to suffer from the dissipating gas leaking into the hall.
"I've been here long enough, that's for sure. I'm familiar with an employee in the kitchen as well as a demon....saved him from getting an a** kicking when he decided to go feral on three others. You know me by now....always hunting for opportunities for favors and connections."
It was how he'd gotten this far anyways....friend of a friend, word of mouth, rumors.....those are all hard to come by without informants and acquaintances.
"Besides, I knew no one else would look after you if I didn't find you... " If he had lips they would have been curled in a most devious of smirks. Flipping his hand dismissively he figured her pace was fast enough, although if he'd brought out his drill voice her pace would have been doubled for sure. Yet this was a 'vacation' so no need for work related formalities.
Slipping out of the room after a quick scan, the cyborg followed Deunan out into the hall...indeed without much of a plan.
"Well....I really don't want to have to confront front desk about the room so why don't we just go camping? It's something we could never do back in Olympus without some kind of simulation doing it for us. Not to mention we're still traceable here at the shop, at least in the woods we can rough it for a few days to make the illusion we've continued on?"
Nodding his head in a directional hint to his partner the large brute ventured down the hall and down the stairs to the commons. The place was packed, perfect....since their slipping out would be unnoticed by the general population. Detouring to grab his own ruck sac out of the closet he stored it in he took little time to secure his duffel back into the restraints before reefing on the tethers to secure it into place. In one fluid movement he swung it onto his back and snaked his arms in; securing the body straps as well.
Making swift pace back to Deunan he passed with ease and signaled to head to the door. Silently sliding the door open he slipped out with ease that one wouldn't think a cyborg of his size could manage, holding it open for Deunan and shutting it just as quietly behind her.
"Well....Lets get camping then. We should probably camp near a body of water, would make it much easier than trying to find one later and haul it back with us..."
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