Settling back into her chair, she rolled her eyes before placing her palm in Harper's. "Go on, get me out of here."
"A shit guardian? I can't help it that I gotta sleep sometime, dear. I'm late to bed early to rise every night and you've only slipped out a few times now. Besides, I can hardly help myself. After all this time, I tend to get a little curious about what's goin' on. As for the shittily dressed boy, I figured you could handle yourself." Harper smirked at her, his greenish-gray eyes shining less like a man and more like an animal up to no good. He did his best to conceal his grin as she went about chastising the poor naked shit that seemed more confused and scared than much else and when she turned back to him, he clicked his tongue at her demand. "Sure thing, master."
The pair simply ceased to be there. No sound of them being whooshed away at the speed of sound or anything like that. All the perks of being a teleporter without any of the downsides. The pair materialized some 5,500 miles away from where they were no more than a picosecond earlier, now standing inside the pair now both standing on one of the steel beams within Big Ben itself. Harper snapped his hand away from hers, jaunting to another beam before spinning on one foot to face her, arms crossed. "I let you run free out of the goodness of my heart, so now you're gonna fill me in on what your little adventure was all about. Just give me the truth and it stays between us. I've never ratted you out to the cunts back at the base and I don't really plan on doing so anytime soon."
Ruby actually had a mild level of trust in him - a mistake, she noted, that wouldn't be made again. "Harper!" She suddenly yelped, her arms swinging to balance herself on the steel beams. "You're a dickhead!" She complained loudly, groaning at the sight of the intricate clockwork innards of Big Ben - there was nothing Ruby hated more in this world than clockwork. Peeping over the edge, she took a heavy gulp of air. Brilliant; her third most hated thing - heights. "Harper jaunt down here and take me back to the base! Don't think I'm some damsel that you can just leave hanging about!" She warned, placing a cautionary foot inwards so as not to accidentally trip over it. She must have stood for another minute or so before she finally broke. "You're still a dickhead! I'm not talking to you ever again, I'll have you know!" Groaning at the height again, she looked up to him with a frustrated frown. "I was giving them some information because I don't particularly give a shit about the Underground Movement and that blubbering whore, Isabella. That ok with you, your highness?"
"It's a start." H said, stepping off of his beam, dropping down into the depths of the tower, before appearing by her side, hand on her wrist, "I'll spare you from your own personal hell while you give me a bit more of an explanation." Harper wrapped an arm around her and fell backward, dragging her along with him. He only allowed a second and some change worth of free fall before the appeared in a rainy Shanghai apartment, one which Harper had visited some years before. Its tenant had been long since dead, Harper having a hand in that, and it was still receiving rent payments from Demolition Detroit's derelict account. "Here," Harper said, fishing out his iPod which he shoved into her hands before stepping across the barren apartment to sit down on the floor. "I know how badly you need to be in touch with tech, so that and this city should help you get your head straight. Now,
spill. What's the info you were giving those men, who are they, and why were they trying to kill you when I first got a hold of ya however many years ago?" Harper had to figure out if anything she told him he could use to tell the boss. He wouldn't give her anything that would hurt Ruby, but he couldn't say they were out on a Sunday stroll. Of course, he could always help her head for the hills, but that might not be all that much of an option. At least, not if either of them were planning on continuing to live in LA.
Great. Shanghai. The number one place to be. Right about now, she wanted to go back to the compound and go to bed, satisfied that she had pissed off Harper enough for one day. Unfortunately, he was being a massive douche about everything. Now that she was out of immediate danger, however, the cards where back in her hand. Sitting down opposite him, she easily got past his iPod's pin-lock and tapped into his music before scrolling down through it. "It seems your music taste is as dry as your humour. Fun." Yawning, she tossed the iPod to him before lying back and curling up into a tight ball. "I got all night, kiddo. I imagine Isabella and her cronies might start to notice my absence, however. I also know that you're not going to rat me out to Isabella so she won't ever interrogate me. Which leaves you in a rut. You're going to have to take me back soon or risk her wrath; it's your choice. Either way, I'm not telling you anything." She seemed to be firm on the topic as she closed her eyes, curling tighter into her ball and ignoring him.
Harper puffed air out of his nostrils as he snatched the iPod out of the air, swiping through the pin and putting on "Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo, knocking the volume slider to max. "As much as I'd love to wait you out, you're not wrong about the boss lady and her little pets. The shape shifter was at the cafe. Not sure if he said anything to us, but he knows we're together which means
she knows we're out and about... Though I can't say I ain't too worried about being late with that in mind. She's gonna be pissed regardless of what we do now." Harper fished through his pocket, pulling out his box of cigarettes and a lighter, taking his time to select the coffin nail that felt
right. Placing the little stick of tobacco between his lips, he brought his lighter up and gave it a flick, the edge of the cigarette igniting. He had lost some of his usual restraint today, so why not cut back. It had been awhile anyway right? He took a long slow drag and let the smoke snake out of his nostrils as if he were a dragon sitting on a sea of gold. "You sure you ain't gonna spill the beans, Rubes?" Harper drummed his fingers on the floor, "I'm about as attached to the little group as you are."
It took about a minute before Ruby's patience ran thin once more. "I'm very certain, Harps." She yawned again, fixing her eyes on his cigarette and giving him a quick roll of her eyes before settling down again. "If you're trying to appear like the bad guy here, I don't think it'll really work. See, they kinda pay you to make sure no one lays a finger on me. I think it would be slightly self-destructive if you were the one to do so yourself." This time, she focused on his iPod once more. She didn't even need physical access - all she did was drain his battery completely. Granted, she also played around with the circuits a little, removing its ability to recharge. He'd just have to go and find a decent technician and if he lost his songs, he could always download them again. "Now how about you quiet down so I can get some sleep. Ok?"
"Never was a bad guy, never plan on being one. I'm just doing what it takes to get paid. Been that way all my life." Harper said, catching the low battery, warning out of the corner of his eye before the device shut down. Definitely Ruby's doing. "You always gotta be difficult," H groaned, stuffing the device into his pocket before pushing himself along the floor until there was a wall behind his back. His eyes locked onto her as he continued to puff away on his coffin nail, planning on waiting until it was no larger than his thumb before he would put it out. He hummed the song that Ruby had so rudely snuffed out, drumming his fingers to the beat. If he couldn't get he real thing, he would at least get to bug her while he polished off his stress relief.
"Well... are you going to take me back or not?" She questioned as she fixed him with a steely gaze, not even bothering to chastise him about his annoying humming and the fact that he was smoking. Sighing, she closed her eyes once more and settled down onto the cold ground. This had rapidly deteriorated into a rather bad night, she had to admit.
"Cool the jets, girl." Harper sighed, flicking his cigarette onto the space of floor between the two of them. "I'll get you back home." Harper pushed himself up off of the ground and shoved a hand into his pocket as he sauntered over to the cigarette and ground it beneath his heel. "Don't get too pissed at me when the boss does somethin' heinous to you now. You're the one that wanted to head back." Harper crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder and just like when they first met, he brought her to the room setup just for her and left her lying on the bed. "Welcome home, Ruby. Stay as long as you please." Harper threw a wave over his shoulder and walked through the dark room to the door, shaking his head.
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