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 Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:07 pm
Nevada looked around the hallways, her arms wrapping around her torso tightly. She had been well..sufficient to say, kicked out of the infirmary. It was a place needed for hunters.
She was not one of those anymore. She was a human in a land of super beings.
What's worse is that she couldn't go to her shared room with Stormy...she had betrayed her best friend, she had failed her promo, she didn't have a weapon anymore...
Where did she go too...She looked around dumbly. The answer was there...she just didn't know where.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:15 pm
It was safe to say Otto was more than a little flustered after the whole kitten fiasco. Transforming in front of peers, everyone naked, for all to see? Horrifying. He took little solace in the fact they were all naked and not just him. Still, he'd had to awkwardly hide himself while he looked for where he'd left his clothing.
Awkward day was awkward.
Still a little red, and hiding away from the rest of humanity, Otto walked through the dorm halls, still halfway through pulling on his shirt when he bumped into someone.
"Sorry.." He mumbled through the fabric, finally pulling his head through to find... Nevada. Well, she hadn't been around during the fiasco, thankfully. So he wasn't too embarrassed to bump into her. "Oh, hey. You got lucky. Missed the whole....never mind." He didn't need her asking questions.
Taking a closer look, she looked a lot more meek than usual. She was a confident woman, so it didn't suit her. "Back from the mission? Everything okay?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:26 pm
At first, she didn't even feel the bump, so lost in being well...lost. She turned her head slowly, saw Otto and smiled only a little bit.
Otto, one of the only people she truly and deeply cared about. She didn't disappoint him, she didn't upset him. He knew everything and anything about her. Her smile faltered when she spoke, because it was testing the words out. The revelation, the acceptance.
"I failed." She laced her hands together. "I'm not a hunter."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:30 pm
"Huh?" Otto was confused, wondering what could have made Nevada feel like she wasn't a hunter. What happened to make her feel that way? "Was it that bad?" He'd always felt he failed all he did. He rarely felt like he was a true hunter. So as far as he was concerned, that was all Nevada was feeling. Maybe a mission went south. It was her promo, right? Maybe she'd done something wrong.
That was human to do. They were all human, right?
"...Do you wanna talk about it?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:44 pm
"No...Otto..." She looked around, "Can we go to your room? That's a safe place, I'd feel better and safer there." She let her arms circle around her more.
"They'd be listening, they don't stop listening to whatever I do. Ever since I told about Aria..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:50 pm
She sounded paranoid again. There was an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. Something was wrong about her. "Sure.." At the very least, he was comforted to know she wasn't going to keep anything from him. Otto led the way to his own room, where he'd been headed for anyway. He planned to hole himself up there for a long time. Seeing everyone naked was something that didn't easily go away. Some people more than others.
Brr.
He kept his door open for her before shutting it behind him. He didn't need to ask her to make herself at home. By this point he figured it was a given. She visited more than anyone. Other than Kostya, who had been cooking for him. Maybe after Nevada vented about what was bothering her, he'd offer some left overs.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:55 pm
Nevada followed after Otto, silently of course. she was busy wrapping her thoughts together, where they were often fragmented and broken, with Otto...and maybe with Stormy she needed to collect herself.
Collect what was left of her for this. What was left of her was all she had to give now. When she died...When...
She wanted to at least be remembered.
She made her way to the pillow pile, just like usual. Just like normal, curling herself and gathering pillows around her like that was her lifeline. It was where, for the moment she found, she belong. This was right. This was what should be.
"We saw Aria on the mission. I failed Lance." She shook her head. "I didn't do the mission, I got caught up in following Aria, too concerned with what she was doing." She would look back at it, how wrong she was. She was always wrong.
"I'm always wrong.." She paled, "Otto...I'm not a hunter." She emphasized..."I lost my weapon." I lost everything.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:02 pm
Otto came to sit with Nevada in the pillow pile, having returned from the fridge with two cold cans of Dr. Pepper. He left her one on the coffee table for when she wanted it, choosing to open his right away.
As it turned out, Aria did show up. However, it was obvious by Nevada's presence that she did not in fact try to kill her. So in that way, he was glad she was just a bit paranoid.
Otto wondered how it was she failed her Division leader. Following after Aria? That he could believe. Nevada was too head strong about some things. Unfortunately, she'd compromised her mission. It was dumb. It was stupid. But he wasn't disappointed in her. He just hoped it meant she could earn from it.
But with her next bit of news, could she?
"Lost it?" He asked carefully, "What do you mean?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:15 pm
My weapon was destroyed.
"My weapon was destroyed....They told me...The doctor. He said it was destroyed by a Halloweener..." Even now, she wouldn't tell anyone that it was Lance.
Dad's are suppose to protect their children and then when children got older, they protected their dad. She disappointed Lance. But he was the Dad in her life that she didn't want too. But she had.
She lied. She could lie about this, what was one more lie in her not short time.
"he...He said I won't live long." She stuttered, wrapping her arms around herself again and looking away with shame. "He said I should do something useful before I die..I'm not useful anymore. I'm not a hunter." She didn't let tears well up, it was a sad defeat.
"I lost my weapon, I'm not a hunter...I'm going to lie...I have nothing left..." She let her head drop.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:21 pm
None of it registered. Nothing of what she said could be understood in it's gravity. Otto stared at her, letting the explanation repeat in his head. Something like this he'd never heard of before. A weapon being destroyed? But then, why didn't she have much longer to live? It was a complicated mess. He didn't understand any of it. Not even a little bit. He let silence take over. All he could do was look at her and wait for something real to happen, because this didn't feel real.
Nevada couldn't die. She wasn't allowed to die. Nobody else was supposed to die anymore.
"I don't... understand.." He spoke with a tone that sounded distant. She was speaking in a foreign language. "You're joking."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:33 pm
She stared back at him and the faltering smile came back, a semblence of what Nevada USE to be.
"Handsome..." And it crumbled underneath a cocoon of fear, lost and loneliness. "They told me. I'm going to die." hand shook, she felt cold. Leroy why weren't you here.
Because she got him killed.
He trusted her, told her not to worry, to comfort her. And it got him killed.
She always failed, she ruined other people. She was ruin.
"It was Aria's fault..." She mumbled, "And Mine, It's always my fault.." She rubbed at her face, she didn't want to cry.
"They told me...I have to do something useful before I die Otto, because I am not useful..." She shook her head again, "Was I ever? Did I ever matter?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:39 pm
She was going to die.
It was only now starting to hit him. Could that really happen? If his own weapon were destroyed, would it slowly kill him too? That was terrifying. But then.. Nevada was...
She looked scared. Of course she was scared. Who could handle news like that and not be? Her pain became his own, and he felt his heart get stabbed with pain from looking at her. It didn't matter who's fault it was. He wanted to change it. He wanted her not to die. No more.. would he soon be left alone?
He fought the urge to feel sad. His own feelings didn't matter here. Nevada was the one hurting. The one dying.
Otto pulled her closer, suddenly wrapping his arms around her in a hug. "You always matter." He insisted, keeping a brave voice just for her. "You're always useful."
Don't go. Don't die, was left unsaid.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:55 pm
"I don't belong here anymore..." She stuttered out, her breath coming in heaves. "I don't do anything useful, Have I ever??" She shook from the anger and resent and sadness.
When his arms came around her, it was almost scary...It was like for a moment, she could be okay with what happened to her, because to Otto she mattered.
but only to Otto. Who else cared? She betrayed their leader, she failed her mission, she always fought and scrapped feelings left and right. But to Otto...She mattered. She mattered to Stormy too, she knew this but..
"Otto?" She hugged him back, wrapping her arms tighter around him. "Otto I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." She rested her head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. She'd die, but she'd remember to Otto, she did matter.
She was his best friend, he was her first crush...She had feelings, complicated and yet so simple. At the end of it, she had always been his. She made sure to be there for him, to listen, to care, to Love. Even if she never got it in return, she mattered.
"I'm weak..." She laughed pathetically, "I won't be able to protect you or Stormy anymore."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 8:01 pm
He was sorry too. He wished he could have been there. He wished he could have helped. He was sorry this happened at all.
"You don't have to protect me." He insisted, squeezing her tightly. Why did his friends think he needed protecting? Was it because she cared so much, or that he seemed that weak? He tried not to think on it. It wasn't important. "I'll protect you, this time. I won't let you die.." No matter what, he would do everything in his power to prolong it. Prevent it. Any grief training he'd had growing up went out the window.
He would never accept this. Never.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 8:12 pm
"I do, because I care about you." She brought his face back up, cupping his cheeks in her hands and resting her forehead on his. "I can't hear Leroy's voice, I haven't seen Stormy, but when I talk to you..." She closed her eye, "Anytime I'm with you, you make me feel better."
Because she cared, she would always care.
"Don't promise something you can't control Otto." She laughed. Otto, grumpy and headstrong...Sometimes a Coward with plenty of demons to understand, A self confidence that was shaky, a sweet shyness. It was any wonder she wanted to protect him from all this?
And wanted to be protected by him in turn?
There was no whisper of Leroy in her head, no reminder that she couldn't do things, that he was there. It hurt, it confused her mind. But her heart wasn't. her heart never knew what it wanted till right at this moment.
It wanted just one night to remember, one night to remember before she died. Before she slipped from this world.
"I care about you Otto..." She made sure to take his face in hers, seriously. Her mind was beginning the fragments, and she willed it back. Just for tonight. "Can I...Can I sleep here..with you..." she almost felt awkward, stupid, shy and a mess. Gone was her self confidence, her flirtiness.
s**t, she was a mess and she was trying to push it on Otto. Her face took a turn for shock before pushing him back... "No..no wait I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask that, I don't have any right-"
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