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[what a jump in horrific levels... who was the guy who only had a smoke a cigarette?! he'd better have only been able to change the color of inanimate objects or something---]
[-- but this is serious, no matter how his mind might run on tangents in order to avoid addressing the goal.]
[still:]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Did you know this before you took the power???
[-- but this is serious, no matter how his mind might run on tangents in order to avoid addressing the goal.]
[still:]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Did you know this before you took the power???
[Havoc is strictly considerate- she actually reaches his rover in about four and a half minutes, but stands outside waiting until after five. It's only polite.
But then she's knocking on the door, bundled up against the cold with a medical bag in her hand, and sporting a new, much shorter haircut.
That, and a somewhat guilty looking expression.]
But then she's knocking on the door, bundled up against the cold with a medical bag in her hand, and sporting a new, much shorter haircut.
That, and a somewhat guilty looking expression.]
[five, seven seconds after the knock and the door slides open. the high-tech nature of the rover didn't allow for any creaking, but in the way Hinata stood partially blocked by framework, it wasn't hard to imagine.]
[on seeing her, though:]
H-hey! [an honest effort not to be terribly awkward, hands gesturing her in. his eyes jump to her hair, but avoid her guilty expression as if it'd make him catch the plague.] Um, over here should be good. ... The haircut turned out nice, by the way.
[on seeing her, though:]
H-hey! [an honest effort not to be terribly awkward, hands gesturing her in. his eyes jump to her hair, but avoid her guilty expression as if it'd make him catch the plague.] Um, over here should be good. ... The haircut turned out nice, by the way.
Mmn, you didn't have to be.
[he'll lead her to his bunk without actual complaint, though his steps are light from nervousness. he owed her a lot...]
[but ah, this was so strange.]
[-- to further fill the silence,]
The mission's about the shai, right? Finally... taking them all out...?
[he'll lead her to his bunk without actual complaint, though his steps are light from nervousness. he owed her a lot...]
[but ah, this was so strange.]
[-- to further fill the silence,]
The mission's about the shai, right? Finally... taking them all out...?
[Following, Havoc kept quiet for a moment. There's really no doubt that he's nervous. Havoc supposed anyone would be.
But she chose her targets carefully, (when she needed to, anyway- her usual method of gathering blood to pay her obeisance usually involved dead children, not live ones), and she had some confidence she could nudge him through it.]
Mmm. We're going in to the nests and setting bombs. I don't think we'll be coming back until every one is dead.
But she chose her targets carefully, (when she needed to, anyway- her usual method of gathering blood to pay her obeisance usually involved dead children, not live ones), and she had some confidence she could nudge him through it.]
Mmm. We're going in to the nests and setting bombs. I don't think we'll be coming back until every one is dead.
[without prompting, he sits. poised on the edge of the bed, fingers tangling together in his lap, he finally -- finally - meets her eyes. can't hold it long, his eyes snapping away in a blink, but.]
[yeah, she'd nudge him through it.]
[(blood for genocide. how about that.)]
That's-- [... so dangerous.] Please take care.
[a beat. eyes back to hers, a mix of concern and that consistent trepidation.]
W-wait, how long do your powers last off of a pint of... ah...?
[yeah, she'd nudge him through it.]
[(blood for genocide. how about that.)]
That's-- [... so dangerous.] Please take care.
[a beat. eyes back to hers, a mix of concern and that consistent trepidation.]
W-wait, how long do your powers last off of a pint of... ah...?
[When he meets her gaze Havoc's is soft, a mix of sympathy and guilt, chewing slightly on her bottom lip. But he looks away and only experience keeps her from dropping the expression.]
It's... dependent more on... how I use them, than how long.
[She didn't like to give away details that could be used against her, though, and kept it vague, playing as if discomfort was what made it so, not reluctance for specifics.]
If I'm really careful... a day at most. I just... don't think I'll have the luxury of being really careful if there are that many Shai.
It's... dependent more on... how I use them, than how long.
[She didn't like to give away details that could be used against her, though, and kept it vague, playing as if discomfort was what made it so, not reluctance for specifics.]
If I'm really careful... a day at most. I just... don't think I'll have the luxury of being really careful if there are that many Shai.
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