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That was wonderful, Lil! Poor tore up little Oksana - I just want to hug her!
All righty then, I'll go ahead and put a time jump in of, say, 3 or 4 days in my next post? I'll just write a past narrative of what Bree has done and what she will be doing at the time, while Ethan processes.
Connor's visit to Devika will be very important to her, Kuro - you'll see in a while here! Just keep getting called away every few minutes while I'm writing, and it's not even trick-or-treaters! 
It was just fine, and of course I don't mind the insults to Bree! She did kinda relentlessly rip him a new one there, now didn't she? Psh... Big girl with big girl pants on didn't get her iddy biddy feewings hurt, promise *grins*Oh, and I imagine gruesome death may be the result.
The only question I have, were you going to take him up north to outside the Boston area in a few days, as we mentioned before?
Double post here, but there will be a double post up soon-ish in the IC as well, for Pauline and Devika. I just didn't want ginormous wall of obnoxious text after the Abby post. ;) AND, hope everyone is having, or has already had, an absolutely lovely Halloween, wherever you are and whatever you're doing tonight!
Abigail "Abby" Larson
Abby felt the silent vibration of her tablet tucked into one of the cargo pockets of her ACU pants, and slowed to a semi-trot down the hallway as she finagled it out, and then stopping dead in her booted tracks as she squinted at the screen. She pulled it closer, then back, then closer again, blinking quickly and cursing under her breath for the thousandth time this day, the fact she'd forgotten her reading glasses in her room.
When she realized the message she'd gotten wasn't from the CO of the Copernicus, from one of her squad leaders or from the SRT with an emergency, demand or command of some kind or other, Abby let out a big sigh of relief. She leaned against the hallway wall where she stopped to catch her breath - and then chuckled to herself softly, a sheepish grin widening slowly as her fingers flew over the screen's digital keyboard.
Abby bit her lip softly, still smiling as she worked her lower lip carefully between her teeth. Gavin's apology was just as sincere and classic as he, and she did not think twice about sending back one of her own. She might have made some semi-true "medical emergency" excuse, but of course she did not, replying to Gavin with genuine reassurance she'd gotten yanked as off course this morning as he, but would be there in a few moments.
It never once occurred to Abby, she should take some womanly, wily advantage of the situation, and use the leverage in Gavin's apology to toy with him as a more canny woman might, pouting so prettily to elicit more fawning apologies and flattery, or feigning a put-upon pique to instantly manipulate a man's favor. "That woman" was exactly the type who caught her ex-husband Ned's eye, again and again and again; the contriving, sultry and enigmatic femme fatale who could twist a man ten different ways all at once - and then make him thank her for the privilege.
"That woman" though, was certainly not Abby Larson, and never had been.
Message sent, she simply slid the tablet back into her cargo pocket and broke into a quick walk. A thoughtful, slightly playful smile on her face as she made her way to the dining facility. Abby slowed just a little as she sauntered through the propped open double doors, into the great room with the magnificently blue sky simulation arching overhead. The dining room was mainly empty, which made finding Gavin all the easier.
Well, easier yes, but... Abby sighed through her nose, the smile dimming only by miniscule degrees as she willed it to remain exactly where it was. Swiftly she maneuvered her way through the great room, around chairs and tables to this unexpected gathering of company, barely noting the most luscious scent of something very yummy and lovingly baked. The aroma was absolutely wonderful of course, but suddenly Abby was not feeling near so ravenous as she had been.
No matter - by the time she made it to the oddly mismatched threesome gathered about one table, no one would have ever guessed there was so much as a twinge of disappointment, that the unexpected, flippantly-labeled 'date' with Gavin was, by all appearances, really not.
She approached the table from behind her friend, laying a hand on his shoulder before leaning around to catch Gavin's eye. "Hey there," she quipped with a wink, "we made it! Yeah us!" Abby let her hand remain just where it lay before turning her attentions to the other two gentleman seated at the small table.
"Dr. Park," Abby said with a polite nod to the elder man. She recognized the psychiatrist and pastor from his identification photograph, and from the moment of introduction at the morning Third Shift Briefing. She could only assume he might remember her as well, being that such a talent for faces and names should certainly be located somewhere in the man's vast skill set. "It's good to finally meet you face-to-face."
"Aaaand... Mr... Bach, yes?" Abby said, her brow furrowed for a moment as she recalled the name of the NI-tech before her with a smile. Seeing the man up here in the dining facility was surprising, to be sure, and in such company as he found himself? Even more so. But there were only seventeen still functional members of his priceless "kind" left, as General Lahan had taken it upon himself to personally remind her, and only three awake for this shift as matters stood. Learning the face and name of Robert "Hob" Bach and his compatriots, had been among her very first duties on awakening . But she did not have to startle the obviously discomfited man any further by letting him believe official scrutiny was far more intense than even he might imagine.
"I'd shake your hand of course," she bantered, one eyebrow lifted playfully before she glanced down to his plate. "But I bet you wouldn't thank me much, for keeping you from that pulled pork even a second longer."
Abby felt the silent vibration of her tablet tucked into one of the cargo pockets of her ACU pants, and slowed to a semi-trot down the hallway as she finagled it out, and then stopping dead in her booted tracks as she squinted at the screen. She pulled it closer, then back, then closer again, blinking quickly and cursing under her breath for the thousandth time this day, the fact she'd forgotten her reading glasses in her room.
When she realized the message she'd gotten wasn't from the CO of the Copernicus, from one of her squad leaders or from the SRT with an emergency, demand or command of some kind or other, Abby let out a big sigh of relief. She leaned against the hallway wall where she stopped to catch her breath - and then chuckled to herself softly, a sheepish grin widening slowly as her fingers flew over the screen's digital keyboard.
Abby bit her lip softly, still smiling as she worked her lower lip carefully between her teeth. Gavin's apology was just as sincere and classic as he, and she did not think twice about sending back one of her own. She might have made some semi-true "medical emergency" excuse, but of course she did not, replying to Gavin with genuine reassurance she'd gotten yanked as off course this morning as he, but would be there in a few moments.
It never once occurred to Abby, she should take some womanly, wily advantage of the situation, and use the leverage in Gavin's apology to toy with him as a more canny woman might, pouting so prettily to elicit more fawning apologies and flattery, or feigning a put-upon pique to instantly manipulate a man's favor. "That woman" was exactly the type who caught her ex-husband Ned's eye, again and again and again; the contriving, sultry and enigmatic femme fatale who could twist a man ten different ways all at once - and then make him thank her for the privilege.
"That woman" though, was certainly not Abby Larson, and never had been.
Message sent, she simply slid the tablet back into her cargo pocket and broke into a quick walk. A thoughtful, slightly playful smile on her face as she made her way to the dining facility. Abby slowed just a little as she sauntered through the propped open double doors, into the great room with the magnificently blue sky simulation arching overhead. The dining room was mainly empty, which made finding Gavin all the easier.
Well, easier yes, but... Abby sighed through her nose, the smile dimming only by miniscule degrees as she willed it to remain exactly where it was. Swiftly she maneuvered her way through the great room, around chairs and tables to this unexpected gathering of company, barely noting the most luscious scent of something very yummy and lovingly baked. The aroma was absolutely wonderful of course, but suddenly Abby was not feeling near so ravenous as she had been.
No matter - by the time she made it to the oddly mismatched threesome gathered about one table, no one would have ever guessed there was so much as a twinge of disappointment, that the unexpected, flippantly-labeled 'date' with Gavin was, by all appearances, really not.
She approached the table from behind her friend, laying a hand on his shoulder before leaning around to catch Gavin's eye. "Hey there," she quipped with a wink, "we made it! Yeah us!" Abby let her hand remain just where it lay before turning her attentions to the other two gentleman seated at the small table.
"Dr. Park," Abby said with a polite nod to the elder man. She recognized the psychiatrist and pastor from his identification photograph, and from the moment of introduction at the morning Third Shift Briefing. She could only assume he might remember her as well, being that such a talent for faces and names should certainly be located somewhere in the man's vast skill set. "It's good to finally meet you face-to-face."
"Aaaand... Mr... Bach, yes?" Abby said, her brow furrowed for a moment as she recalled the name of the NI-tech before her with a smile. Seeing the man up here in the dining facility was surprising, to be sure, and in such company as he found himself? Even more so. But there were only seventeen still functional members of his priceless "kind" left, as General Lahan had taken it upon himself to personally remind her, and only three awake for this shift as matters stood. Learning the face and name of Robert "Hob" Bach and his compatriots, had been among her very first duties on awakening . But she did not have to startle the obviously discomfited man any further by letting him believe official scrutiny was far more intense than even he might imagine.
"I'd shake your hand of course," she bantered, one eyebrow lifted playfully before she glanced down to his plate. "But I bet you wouldn't thank me much, for keeping you from that pulled pork even a second longer."
I have a rather long-ish post to write I imagine, and will try to have it up early-ish this evening as well. So good to see you Dot, and read your writing again! The meeting of Park and Deli - absolutely wonderful!
It would seem that way, and so good to see you Melonhead, up from the busy of your life!
This looks very, very interesting Acrolith. On what basis were you looking to have the gynoid/android/robotic PCs come together as a group, or parts of a community of sorts?
Any number of unnamed thoughts, emotions, dashed behind the dark depths of Galina's eyes as she held Souma's gaze, though she said not a word for some moments.
And then, she smiled. It was a smile to comfort friends and companions, embrace allies; and to carve the fear of a vengeful and angry God, with all its dark promise, in the heart of an enemy. Separately, Takahiro Souma and Galina Demidova were, of their own, as pitiless and horrible as primal forces of nature made manifest in the flesh. But together, a man with the immoveable strength of a mountain and its merciless, fiery heart ; a woman as inexorable as the tides, graced with the relentless celerity of the storm winds?
Together, their wrath would be terrible to behold.
"Done, and thank you. Truly." Galina let out the breath she had held, slowly, and her hands moved deftly to take a few slices of the eel, to pour some of the ramen and broth into her own small bowl. Some small part of Galina marveled at how easy all this seemed, sharing a meal with the man who, not even a month prior, would have gladly crushed her skull on the stone base of a garden statue. How very natural all this had become, in the space of mere seconds. Far more natural even, than the carefree meeting of a naive and gentle Russian noblewoman and a smiling and kindly young Japanese gentleman as, with such sweet determination, they attempted to speak of art and beauty in a language that neither was born to.
Galina decided that in this moment, she far preferred this between them, this meeting between two equals who, at last, knew far better the full extent of one another. The short meeting of that sweet young pair at the rich woman's birthday may have shone like gentle spring sunlight; but the dinner of the spymasters held all the burning intensity of the high summer sun.
"Four days?" she asked rhetorically, "Simple enough. My needs are few, and all I have with me is my horse, and what is packed in my trunk at my hotel - and in here." Galina tapped one fingertip to her temple meaningfully. "But if you wish, I will provide and pool what monies I still have available - I am yet to sign over the remnants of my family's holdings here in Tokyo to Hasekura Soshitsu... "
"He is scared positively witless of you Souma. I do not know what you did to him, but when he realized I was... Not to be put off, you might say? Oh how he was sweating and stammering, so I could barely understand a word! I confess, for a moment or two, I thought he might faint dead away on his office carpet - or heaven forefend, see the heart explode in his chest! Thankfully, his manservant was far more composed."
Galina laughed softly, finally, and did not realize 'til this very moment the act could feel so good. "Still, I doubt very much he would begrudge a generous 'donation' to our most worthy cause." She lifted her bowl of ramen with one hand, her chopsticks in the other, and lifted a healthy portion of the garlic-infused noodles to her mouth as - at last - Galina was finally able to start placating the hungry, growling beast that had been snarling in her belly. She sighed quite happily, swallowing before she spoke once more.
"Have you done much hunting, Souma? I have. Stag and boar, and even bear. On horseback, and on foot - but never without knowing my quarry first. Our people were able to surmise the attackers were American after rifling the bodies, but there were no other insignia to mark them as military or otherwise of course."
"It was simple enough to make the connection between our respective missions at the Winchester Mansion, and the theft of the schematics. At the moment, that is the only thing of which I am sure." Galina refused to allow her thoughts to dwell on the fault behind all this tragedy, and all the senseless deaths of so many innocents. No, not too long in that vein. She knew all too well, how easy it would be to allow herself to be crushed beneath the weight of all her guilt, immobilized by her grief and self-loathing - and she could ill afford that crippling weakness now.
And then, she smiled. It was a smile to comfort friends and companions, embrace allies; and to carve the fear of a vengeful and angry God, with all its dark promise, in the heart of an enemy. Separately, Takahiro Souma and Galina Demidova were, of their own, as pitiless and horrible as primal forces of nature made manifest in the flesh. But together, a man with the immoveable strength of a mountain and its merciless, fiery heart ; a woman as inexorable as the tides, graced with the relentless celerity of the storm winds?
Together, their wrath would be terrible to behold.
"Done, and thank you. Truly." Galina let out the breath she had held, slowly, and her hands moved deftly to take a few slices of the eel, to pour some of the ramen and broth into her own small bowl. Some small part of Galina marveled at how easy all this seemed, sharing a meal with the man who, not even a month prior, would have gladly crushed her skull on the stone base of a garden statue. How very natural all this had become, in the space of mere seconds. Far more natural even, than the carefree meeting of a naive and gentle Russian noblewoman and a smiling and kindly young Japanese gentleman as, with such sweet determination, they attempted to speak of art and beauty in a language that neither was born to.
Galina decided that in this moment, she far preferred this between them, this meeting between two equals who, at last, knew far better the full extent of one another. The short meeting of that sweet young pair at the rich woman's birthday may have shone like gentle spring sunlight; but the dinner of the spymasters held all the burning intensity of the high summer sun.
"Four days?" she asked rhetorically, "Simple enough. My needs are few, and all I have with me is my horse, and what is packed in my trunk at my hotel - and in here." Galina tapped one fingertip to her temple meaningfully. "But if you wish, I will provide and pool what monies I still have available - I am yet to sign over the remnants of my family's holdings here in Tokyo to Hasekura Soshitsu... "
"He is scared positively witless of you Souma. I do not know what you did to him, but when he realized I was... Not to be put off, you might say? Oh how he was sweating and stammering, so I could barely understand a word! I confess, for a moment or two, I thought he might faint dead away on his office carpet - or heaven forefend, see the heart explode in his chest! Thankfully, his manservant was far more composed."
Galina laughed softly, finally, and did not realize 'til this very moment the act could feel so good. "Still, I doubt very much he would begrudge a generous 'donation' to our most worthy cause." She lifted her bowl of ramen with one hand, her chopsticks in the other, and lifted a healthy portion of the garlic-infused noodles to her mouth as - at last - Galina was finally able to start placating the hungry, growling beast that had been snarling in her belly. She sighed quite happily, swallowing before she spoke once more.
"Have you done much hunting, Souma? I have. Stag and boar, and even bear. On horseback, and on foot - but never without knowing my quarry first. Our people were able to surmise the attackers were American after rifling the bodies, but there were no other insignia to mark them as military or otherwise of course."
"It was simple enough to make the connection between our respective missions at the Winchester Mansion, and the theft of the schematics. At the moment, that is the only thing of which I am sure." Galina refused to allow her thoughts to dwell on the fault behind all this tragedy, and all the senseless deaths of so many innocents. No, not too long in that vein. She knew all too well, how easy it would be to allow herself to be crushed beneath the weight of all her guilt, immobilized by her grief and self-loathing - and she could ill afford that crippling weakness now.
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