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 Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 3:52 pm
Wash simply continued to let disappointment settle on his features. There was a difference, a big difference, between fighting them in the field and tormenting them while they were helpless. If the others couldn't understand that, and wanted to take his sympathy as some sort of weakness, well. He'd rather be a weak man than a strong bully.
Wash, don't...
He smiled a bit at Petra's comment about monsters, but his eyes were warmed not by mirth, but anger. However, Sally's concerns were unfounded, for now - he held his tongue. You can't explain color to the blind. Wash didn't know how to convey the way he felt about the entire ordeal; there were just as many monsters-to-be in this room as there were out there.
Suffice to say, he wasn't down for a little slap and 'tickle', as Harrison so quaintly put it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 5:53 pm
Petra held Wash's eyes with the same steely aloofness she always held, unmoved by his hostility. She certainly wasn't the type to be intimidated by his anger, nor did she feel enough respect for his opinion that she would attempt any sort of apologetic expression. The fact that he felt passionately about it garnered a certain amount of appreciation, but this didn't change the fact that she apparently felt quite the opposite as he did on the subject. Still, he said no more on the matter, and neither did she, her attention drifting only as Marcus addressed her. Flicking her eyes to the Moon hunter, the Death-transfer gave the boy a slow, surprisingly expressive blink, her bewilderment apparent in the slight furrow in her brow.
"Oh."
Well, if the fact that she hadn't meant to be funny wasn't obvious before, it certainly was now. At least he'd laughed, even if it hadn't been intentional. She was always appreciative of that, considering it meant a closer relationship to them. Forcing herself to sit pin-straight in the chair as the Doctor grilled them, she couldn't help but mentally agree with him as he continued as well, furtively wishing the doctor would just let them go and do their own jobs.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 11:47 pm
Petra got her wish granted shortly, several cell phones buzzing with a new text message, including the doctor's own. "Well, I'm glad we could have this little chat. Do keep what I said in mind. I'm generally a busy man, but where it's needed, I will of course take a personal interest." Glancing down at the message, his smile gained a lazy sort of satisfaction. Without further comment, he slid out of the room and headed in the direction opposite the containment cells.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 11:59 pm
Rin looked at her own cell that apparently buzzed alongside the others, there was an immediate sense of dread. She was toast, all kinds of toast. She knew it. Oh ******** ******** of ********, why her?!
If you're wrong; please tell the next hunter who receives you that you suck and got the last hunter you had killed.
No help. No help at ALL.
She shuffled out of her seat, papers tightly clenched in her hands as she scurried out the door and off to places that hopefully didn't involve literal rolling heads.
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