[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.
[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.
[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.
[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...?
[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 vague, but it works. Hinata nods slowly along with her words, the little bits taken in and slotted into a scrapped-together rationalization for why she had to do this.]
[the thing of it is: she's proven to be far, far more useful than he could dream of. the thing of it is: he knows that. in order to exterminate an entire species, she'd have to be at full power. if that power just so happened to correlate to a thing that normal people donated every so often, he could, too.]
[(she had to drink it, that was disgusting, why was she looking guilty when she had to do that?)]
... W-well, well, ah, you've probably done this before, so...
[awkwardly, he extends an arm, obviously yet jittery but also steeled to help her however she asked. his voice low,]
[he'd been still before, but as she knelt beside him, his whole body froze. not wholly unlike a rabbit in a trap.]
You can just, um, just go for it.
[however much he may have been looking away before, he can't not watch her now, needle and tubing and arm and vials. she definitely had it down to a science, didn't she? that was... almost reassuring.]
[now if only he could loosen up, but whatever - it would've hurt anyway.]
[If competency were reassuring, then Havoc would be comforting. Her hands didn't falter at all- she was familiar with the equipment, the process. Though maybe that could be just as disconcerting. It meant she had experience.
But better experience at this than just... drinking from people, right?]
Alright.
[Gently tied a strip of cloth around his arm and waited for the vein to appear more clearly.]
Here I go.
[She still took some care to sound caring, sympathetic as she slid the needle in.]
[the sympathy works - the care works, her steady hands and focused expression. following her movements rather than the needle helps calm his nerves; her broadcasting every action lulled him into something close to comfort.]
[she needed this. who'd want it? she'd be useful. he's... also helping, albeit indirectly.]
[that was good enough, right now.]
[--- he'd flinch on the needle's entry, one leg jumping, but aside from a quiet ow, he wouldn't make any further noises until she finished.]
[Havoc hummed a bit in response to his "ow", a comforting noise, even as she watched the blood slide down the tube, steadily filling the vial until she replaced it with a fresh one.]
[... it didn't seem like a lot of blood... so neatly dripped into a vial, so easily taken. it wouldn't do to say he found himself fascinated, because he definitely didn't, but he'd thought he might get queasy. not so.]
[maybe because she was so steady about it? maybe, maybe.]
[without hesitation, his hand clenches into a fist.]
[Her movements were smooth, barely jostling or moving the needle when she switched out the vials along the way. Not just her movements, she settled in to an almost hypnotically calm state during the procedure. Not just to calm whoever she was with... but because that blood was as important to her as her own was.
She couldn't live without it.
His fist encourages the blood to flow a bit better, and soon enough, Havoc pops the last vial out, pressing a makeshift cotton swab, (layered team colored bandages), over the needle mark before sliding it from his skin.]
[what a nice, nurse-like way of finishing. she receives no immediate answer, his whole body giving a violent shiver after the needle slides out. a vague, aching throb is leftover, and he scoots himself a few inches away as his other hand rubs at it.]
[no blood but what's in the vials and what's in his veins, which is a plus. overall, it really hadn't been so bad - nothing vicious, nothing immediately abnormal. it was still--- what she had to do after, that was creepy, mega-creepy, but she didn't have a choice.]
... Sorry you gotta drink it. [still rubbing at the puncture location, expression now more sympathetic than worried. he's completed his part, after all (for now).] That must taste disgusting.
[Havoc carefully packs the vials away, treating them just as delicately as one would handle a baby, (mainly because she cared more about that blood than she did about a newborn). But once she did that she turned her gaze back to Hinata, about to say something before-
Yup. He said it.
She put up a somewhat sick looking expression, gaze averting again and fiddling uselessly with the bag. Swallowing.]
- It does.
[Quick something less gross-]
Some people in my world have much easier payments. Like drinking beer, or napping... luck really is something.
[silent nod. although he wanted to imagine some correlation came with it - those who only had to nap had far less useful powers, for instance - she had him in the mindset that fate alone decided it.]
[thus.]
Whenever you need... more, [slow, wariness lacing his tone and demeanor,] I don't mind. You can ask me.
[so he said now, but oh hell, did he mind. who wanted to give away blood? even as he spoke, he stood - swayed, vertigo rushing up - sat back down heavily, internal unease growing by far more than a few clicks.]
[a promise was a promise, though. he'd stick to the offer, if she took him up on it. her powers were more useful, she wouldn't take it if she didn't have to: that was all he needed to know to be willing.]
[Havoc would like to believe there was some correlation to it as well. But she'd seen that it wasn't. After all, the girl who had to nap had been one of her cell members in Heaven's Gate, and her electric abilities had been nothing to shake your head at. And with the CIA she knew a Contractor who had only done desk work- his payment too painful and the abilities too useless.
It was almost funny, if she had a sense of humor any longer.
But he offers, and she looks up at him sharply, trying to put surprise and gratitude in her eyes.]
Really- ?
[Replaced by worry when he tried to stand, putting thin hands on one of his knees.]
You should sit for a while- do you need anything? I can get it-
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Oh goodness no
FROM; havoc@cdc.org
I have to drink it but I don't have to drink it like that-
FROM; havoc@cdc.org
I'd use a needle to take it then... You know. Later. It's not pretty to watch.
handwave, action or log, would you say? *^*
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Ok
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
If you have everything, you could come to rover 12. That's where I am.
Action? *__*
Action! (8
Right! Thank you! Come over in five minutes, maybe?
[he did manage to shove some rations down his throat, but if he were honest, the five minutes would mostly be spent pacing the inside of the rover.]
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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.]
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[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.
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Thanks.
[She reached up and briefly fiddled with the ends of the longer front bangs.]
It's been a while since it's been this short, I was worried.
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[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...?
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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.
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[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...?
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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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[the thing of it is: she's proven to be far, far more useful than he could dream of. the thing of it is: he knows that. in order to exterminate an entire species, she'd have to be at full power. if that power just so happened to correlate to a thing that normal people donated every so often, he could, too.]
[(she had to drink it, that was disgusting, why was she looking guilty when she had to do that?)]
... W-well, well, ah, you've probably done this before, so...
[awkwardly, he extends an arm, obviously yet jittery but also steeled to help her however she asked. his voice low,]
Take as much as you'll need.
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She just looked at him when he stuck his arm out, a second as if to make sure he really was willing before she reached out and took hold of his arm.]
... thank you.
[She knelt down beside him, moving to the bag she'd brought with her to begin pulling out her equipment- nothing fancy. Needle, tubing, vials.]
Are you okay with needles? Or should I count to three.... ?
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You can just, um, just go for it.
[however much he may have been looking away before, he can't not watch her now, needle and tubing and arm and vials. she definitely had it down to a science, didn't she? that was... almost reassuring.]
[now if only he could loosen up, but whatever - it would've hurt anyway.]
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But better experience at this than just... drinking from people, right?]
Alright.
[Gently tied a strip of cloth around his arm and waited for the vein to appear more clearly.]
Here I go.
[She still took some care to sound caring, sympathetic as she slid the needle in.]
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[she needed this. who'd want it? she'd be useful. he's... also helping, albeit indirectly.]
[that was good enough, right now.]
[--- he'd flinch on the needle's entry, one leg jumping, but aside from a quiet ow, he wouldn't make any further noises until she finished.]
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You're doing good. Thanks. Can you make a fist?
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[maybe because she was so steady about it? maybe, maybe.]
[without hesitation, his hand clenches into a fist.]
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She couldn't live without it.
His fist encourages the blood to flow a bit better, and soon enough, Havoc pops the last vial out, pressing a makeshift cotton swab, (layered team colored bandages), over the needle mark before sliding it from his skin.]
Guess who's done?
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[no blood but what's in the vials and what's in his veins, which is a plus. overall, it really hadn't been so bad - nothing vicious, nothing immediately abnormal. it was still--- what she had to do after, that was creepy, mega-creepy, but she didn't have a choice.]
... Sorry you gotta drink it. [still rubbing at the puncture location, expression now more sympathetic than worried. he's completed his part, after all (for now).] That must taste disgusting.
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Yup. He said it.
She put up a somewhat sick looking expression, gaze averting again and fiddling uselessly with the bag. Swallowing.]
- It does.
[Quick something less gross-]
Some people in my world have much easier payments. Like drinking beer, or napping... luck really is something.
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[thus.]
Whenever you need... more, [slow, wariness lacing his tone and demeanor,] I don't mind. You can ask me.
[so he said now, but oh hell, did he mind. who wanted to give away blood? even as he spoke, he stood - swayed, vertigo rushing up - sat back down heavily, internal unease growing by far more than a few clicks.]
[a promise was a promise, though. he'd stick to the offer, if she took him up on it. her powers were more useful, she wouldn't take it if she didn't have to: that was all he needed to know to be willing.]
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It was almost funny, if she had a sense of humor any longer.
But he offers, and she looks up at him sharply, trying to put surprise and gratitude in her eyes.]
Really- ?
[Replaced by worry when he tried to stand, putting thin hands on one of his knees.]
You should sit for a while- do you need anything? I can get it-