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Sorry, it's that whole " work" thing that gets in the way
(Laughing). I gave you fair warning that she was a love-hate sort of character.
Oh, no, nothing like that! Pony is a sweet girl. She may not like someone, but she not of the temperament to be insulting. And she still sees Cassie as her best friend. (Laughing) Wait 'til Cassie asks why Pony was hanging around her nest!
Hm, disjointed as the scene is, I can see how it might be hard to construe.
Pony offers up: "I would only trust someone who... listened... to what I wanted... and... who didn't tell me what I should want."
Cassie then says: "he informed me to not trust anyone...."
Pony's next line is a rather pointed observation that (at the moment) there might not be anyone Cassie can trust in the Colony. Because no one is really listening to Cassie but everyone seems intent on telling her what she should do.
Pony offers up: "I would only trust someone who... listened... to what I wanted... and... who didn't tell me what I should want."
Cassie then says: "he informed me to not trust anyone...."
Pony's next line is a rather pointed observation that (at the moment) there might not be anyone Cassie can trust in the Colony. Because no one is really listening to Cassie but everyone seems intent on telling her what she should do.
Yeah, I've noticed. Especially the OOC posts for some reason.
Went with the stupid option; Lucien is too young and has been under too much emotional stress to know when to walk away.
Went with the stupid option; Lucien is too young and has been under too much emotional stress to know when to walk away.
Pony looked at Cassie calmly, a placid look of seriousness that looked out of place on her elfin face. "Right now, Cassie? I think that's the same thing."
***
Toni words tore through Lucien, causing both jaw and fingers to clench in anger, anger at Toni and at himself. The memories of the past year all burst forward, fighting for priority in his mind as he found himself rising to his feet. The knife was still tightly gripped in one hand, the whetstone in the other. Lucien was actually conscious of holding them, but there they were. He stared daggers at the older man. Snarling, he unleashed some of those memories upon him in a snarling voice.
" 'She's gone, Lucien,' " he mocked her brother, " 'You've got to accept it and move on, Lucien.' Your words, Toni. Your words to me. You gave up first, remember? You gave up and crawled back to your wife and kid and never gave a single fucking look back at me, you self-righteous, hypocritical, arrogant bastard!! Where the fuck was I supposed to move on to, huh? Where did you want me to go? Stay in the same nest and be reminded day and day out of everything I lost, is- is that it? I couldn't even bring myself to take anything of hers with me when I moved out because of how much it fucking hurt. And when I finally 'accepted' that she was gone, where the fuck were you, 'best bud'? When I tried to kill myself, were you the one who stopped me? Stitched up my wrists? No. It was Pony. You, Toni, and the everyone else turned their fucking backs on me and told me I was goddamn nut job for thinking your sister might have made it."
"Uh-oh," someone else muttered, "Someone better got and get Uncle." Lucien paid no one else any attention, not seeing two of the salvage team run off down the corridor towards the labs. No, his attention and hate was solely fixed on Toni and himself. Without thinking, he jabbed the knife in Toni's direction for emphasis. He wasn't actually attacking, merely pointing with it, and they were a far enough distance apart that there was no way it was going to get close to Toni. Still, there was the knife and there were witnesses who saw Lucien with it... There would be rumors, later.
"You all thought I was nuts for thinking Cassie was still out there somewhere, that we could get her back. Every single fucking one of you danced around me on tip-toe because you thought I was crazy. And the funny thing is? When I finally gave up? I thought you were right! I thought I was mad!" He gestured towards the rest of the Colony where Cassie was. "Who's crazy now, huh?"
The knife point flickered back towards Toni, it's keen edge honed to razor sharpness. "Maybe I did betray her memory. If I did, that's something for her and me to work through. Just remember, asshole. In the back of your mind, killing you, will always be the fact: You. Gave. Up. First. You gave up on your sister, and then you gave up on your best friend. And I bet you don't even got the guts to tell her that."
***
As breakfast wound down and the survivors began to slowly move off to their assorted routines and duties, the shout was heard by all. "Lucien and Toni are going at it in the Armory! And they've got knives!"
***
Toni words tore through Lucien, causing both jaw and fingers to clench in anger, anger at Toni and at himself. The memories of the past year all burst forward, fighting for priority in his mind as he found himself rising to his feet. The knife was still tightly gripped in one hand, the whetstone in the other. Lucien was actually conscious of holding them, but there they were. He stared daggers at the older man. Snarling, he unleashed some of those memories upon him in a snarling voice.
" 'She's gone, Lucien,' " he mocked her brother, " 'You've got to accept it and move on, Lucien.' Your words, Toni. Your words to me. You gave up first, remember? You gave up and crawled back to your wife and kid and never gave a single fucking look back at me, you self-righteous, hypocritical, arrogant bastard!! Where the fuck was I supposed to move on to, huh? Where did you want me to go? Stay in the same nest and be reminded day and day out of everything I lost, is- is that it? I couldn't even bring myself to take anything of hers with me when I moved out because of how much it fucking hurt. And when I finally 'accepted' that she was gone, where the fuck were you, 'best bud'? When I tried to kill myself, were you the one who stopped me? Stitched up my wrists? No. It was Pony. You, Toni, and the everyone else turned their fucking backs on me and told me I was goddamn nut job for thinking your sister might have made it."
"Uh-oh," someone else muttered, "Someone better got and get Uncle." Lucien paid no one else any attention, not seeing two of the salvage team run off down the corridor towards the labs. No, his attention and hate was solely fixed on Toni and himself. Without thinking, he jabbed the knife in Toni's direction for emphasis. He wasn't actually attacking, merely pointing with it, and they were a far enough distance apart that there was no way it was going to get close to Toni. Still, there was the knife and there were witnesses who saw Lucien with it... There would be rumors, later.
"You all thought I was nuts for thinking Cassie was still out there somewhere, that we could get her back. Every single fucking one of you danced around me on tip-toe because you thought I was crazy. And the funny thing is? When I finally gave up? I thought you were right! I thought I was mad!" He gestured towards the rest of the Colony where Cassie was. "Who's crazy now, huh?"
The knife point flickered back towards Toni, it's keen edge honed to razor sharpness. "Maybe I did betray her memory. If I did, that's something for her and me to work through. Just remember, asshole. In the back of your mind, killing you, will always be the fact: You. Gave. Up. First. You gave up on your sister, and then you gave up on your best friend. And I bet you don't even got the guts to tell her that."
***
As breakfast wound down and the survivors began to slowly move off to their assorted routines and duties, the shout was heard by all. "Lucien and Toni are going at it in the Armory! And they've got knives!"
Ugh. I'm torn here. I can't decide if Lucien should go off on Toni or be the bigger man and just walk away.
Whew!
Ever have one of those moments where you're not really sure what you're typing, it just sort of appears? Yeah. One of those.
Ever have one of those moments where you're not really sure what you're typing, it just sort of appears? Yeah. One of those.
Pony gave a shy but sunny smile as the two came over to sit with her, lifting her spirits. She gave a timid little wave to Jake, undiscouraged by his obvious reluctance to be near her, and then shook her head at Cassie's question. "No, I haven't seen him. I know he got up really early this morning? But he didn't say where, just that he had some stuff to take care of." A thought came to her, and she cast her eyes downward in embarrassment. Her lowered, quiet voice and slight blush confirmed her state of mind. "I think he needed some time to think about things. About you. And me. He wants to be with you, I mean... he really wants to be with you, Cassie. I can hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. But Uncle told him, Hassle and Toni to stay away from you for now, so Lucien has nowhere else to stay but with me. He also feels bad about me. We talked about it. Well... I talked. He listened."
Raising her head to give Pony a smile smile of resignation. "I think... I think we reached a compromise, Cassie. One where you get him back and I... I won't be alone. It won't be as good as having him to myself or the three of us together, but... It would be something at least."
Before she could elaborate further, Pony cocked an eyebrow. "I saw Hassle talking to you by your nest last night, by the way. I don't like him. When you and Lucien said you were getting married? He was suddenly all friendly and touchy with me." She gave a slight sniff of distain, then took a sip of her juice. "I think he thought that because I'm a little slow sometimes that I'm stupid, too. And easy. i had to knee him in the-" Pony broke off as she remembered that Jacob was sitting there watching and listening to them. "In the hallway," she finished lamely.
"Anyway, I wouldn't trust him." Setting down her juice cup, Pony got a far away look in her eyes. Silent for a moment, she suddenly spoke very slowly as though being sure of her words as they left her mouth. "I would only trust someone who... listened... to what I wanted... and... who didn't tell me what I should want. Does that make sense?"
***
Lucien had sat in the Armory long before anyone was up - dismantling, cleaning and reassembling the spare rifles, shotguns and handguns that had been scavenged for The Colony's defense. Most of the humans carried some sort of sidearm, but the narrowness of the tunnels and confines of some of the smaller caves made toting about the longer weapons difficult. Normally they were only broken out for guard duty and missions to the surface. The act of inspecting and making sure each and every weapons was at its best possible operating proficiency busied his hands while leaving his mind free to think. Not that it was helping this time. There was just too much to think about! By breakfast time, Lucien had cleaned every single firearm in the lockers and had started in on sharpening the assorted knives, axes, and machetes on hand as well. His own breakfast earlier that morning had been a bit of jerky and fire-baked hard tack, washed down with well water.
It was just as well. There was a mission planned for later that day, a scavenging party being sent out to gather whatever materials they could find. The target site was chosen from information provided by one of Hassle's reconnaissance patrols, and if his survey of the area was accurate then the Colony's food and clothing stores would be well stocked for some weeks. And it was in an area where there was little robot activity of late, or so the report said. Lucien was cynical. It smelled too good to be true, and the fact that he disliked Hassle didn't help. Considering Hassle's sudden reappearance in the lab the night before to (as Lucien saw it) woo Cassie, Lucien distrusted the whole thing all the more. He had said nothing, however, putting it down to his petulance and ill-temper. Uncle had approved the mission, and that was all there was too it.
Lucien was still there well past breakfast when other patrol members started to saunter in to claim gear and weapons. Toni passed by him, neither man saying a word to another as they prepared. Still sharpening the last of the knives, Lucien warred with himself over whether or not he should finally say anything. They had once been the best of friends. While it was doubtful they could ever be that again to one another, he had to admit it was at least partially his own fault that their relationship had come to what it now was.
"I didn't, you know," he finally spoke to Toni as he bent over the honing stone and blade, not looking up from his work. The metal rasped along the oiled stone cleanly. "Sleep with Pony, I mean. Not at first. Not right away. I just couldn't stay in the same nest that Cassie and I... But me and Pony didn't start until long after the rest of you gave up on Cassie. Not until long after I gave up. Think what you want, but nothing happened until about two months ago. Before that, all Pony did was keep me from killing myself and give me a shoulder to cry on."
He fell to silence for a few more whisks of the blade. "So believe what you want, Toni. Take what I'm giving you as truth or don't. You're as stubborn as Cassie so I doubt anything I say is going to change your mind now. But you never asked. You just assumed. just like everyone else. Even Uncle. So if Cassie does ask you? Do me one last favor and tell her the truth: that you never actually asked me what the deal was between me and Pony."
Raising her head to give Pony a smile smile of resignation. "I think... I think we reached a compromise, Cassie. One where you get him back and I... I won't be alone. It won't be as good as having him to myself or the three of us together, but... It would be something at least."
Before she could elaborate further, Pony cocked an eyebrow. "I saw Hassle talking to you by your nest last night, by the way. I don't like him. When you and Lucien said you were getting married? He was suddenly all friendly and touchy with me." She gave a slight sniff of distain, then took a sip of her juice. "I think he thought that because I'm a little slow sometimes that I'm stupid, too. And easy. i had to knee him in the-" Pony broke off as she remembered that Jacob was sitting there watching and listening to them. "In the hallway," she finished lamely.
"Anyway, I wouldn't trust him." Setting down her juice cup, Pony got a far away look in her eyes. Silent for a moment, she suddenly spoke very slowly as though being sure of her words as they left her mouth. "I would only trust someone who... listened... to what I wanted... and... who didn't tell me what I should want. Does that make sense?"
***
Lucien had sat in the Armory long before anyone was up - dismantling, cleaning and reassembling the spare rifles, shotguns and handguns that had been scavenged for The Colony's defense. Most of the humans carried some sort of sidearm, but the narrowness of the tunnels and confines of some of the smaller caves made toting about the longer weapons difficult. Normally they were only broken out for guard duty and missions to the surface. The act of inspecting and making sure each and every weapons was at its best possible operating proficiency busied his hands while leaving his mind free to think. Not that it was helping this time. There was just too much to think about! By breakfast time, Lucien had cleaned every single firearm in the lockers and had started in on sharpening the assorted knives, axes, and machetes on hand as well. His own breakfast earlier that morning had been a bit of jerky and fire-baked hard tack, washed down with well water.
It was just as well. There was a mission planned for later that day, a scavenging party being sent out to gather whatever materials they could find. The target site was chosen from information provided by one of Hassle's reconnaissance patrols, and if his survey of the area was accurate then the Colony's food and clothing stores would be well stocked for some weeks. And it was in an area where there was little robot activity of late, or so the report said. Lucien was cynical. It smelled too good to be true, and the fact that he disliked Hassle didn't help. Considering Hassle's sudden reappearance in the lab the night before to (as Lucien saw it) woo Cassie, Lucien distrusted the whole thing all the more. He had said nothing, however, putting it down to his petulance and ill-temper. Uncle had approved the mission, and that was all there was too it.
Lucien was still there well past breakfast when other patrol members started to saunter in to claim gear and weapons. Toni passed by him, neither man saying a word to another as they prepared. Still sharpening the last of the knives, Lucien warred with himself over whether or not he should finally say anything. They had once been the best of friends. While it was doubtful they could ever be that again to one another, he had to admit it was at least partially his own fault that their relationship had come to what it now was.
"I didn't, you know," he finally spoke to Toni as he bent over the honing stone and blade, not looking up from his work. The metal rasped along the oiled stone cleanly. "Sleep with Pony, I mean. Not at first. Not right away. I just couldn't stay in the same nest that Cassie and I... But me and Pony didn't start until long after the rest of you gave up on Cassie. Not until long after I gave up. Think what you want, but nothing happened until about two months ago. Before that, all Pony did was keep me from killing myself and give me a shoulder to cry on."
He fell to silence for a few more whisks of the blade. "So believe what you want, Toni. Take what I'm giving you as truth or don't. You're as stubborn as Cassie so I doubt anything I say is going to change your mind now. But you never asked. You just assumed. just like everyone else. Even Uncle. So if Cassie does ask you? Do me one last favor and tell her the truth: that you never actually asked me what the deal was between me and Pony."
Should have a post up within the hour. Got sidetracked writing Pony's backstory.
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