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|Episode 10: The Final Flight of the Lucky Seven|
|Tweet Topic Started: Nov 10 2011, 09:36 AM (2,424 Views)|
|Lucky Seven||Nov 10 2011, 09:36 AM Post #1|
The fires of war burned across the outer rim worlds more and more governments fell to the forces of the Confederacy. Worlds that less than a decade earlier had been major battlegrounds were once again embroiled in interplanetary war.
The Confederate Worlds, formed out of the desire for unity in the face of treachery from Londinium, fell one by one under the sway of Jonah Stark. Planetary governors in turn swore fealty to Stark as temporary military dictator, pledging him ships and troops. Manufacturing facilities across dozens of worlds fed the hungry maw of the Confederate war machine. Worlds that keenly remembered the ravages they endured at the hands of Federal troops during the Unification War were only too ready to accept the protection the Confederacy offered.
Within days of being named dictator, Stark ordered formerly secret genetic modification labs to operate unrestrained. Citizens were subjected to mandatory genetic testing and soldiers that Stark had for years been training and experimenting on were now ready to be unleashed.
Moons that refused Confederate protection were targeted for extermination. First Whitefall, then Salisbury and then finally Jaingyn.
Not all was lost, however. The loss of Confederate control on Persephone proved to be a brutal blow to Admiral Stark's plans of a quick and decisive strike on the Core. Without control of Persephone as a staging point, Stark's fleet had not the range nor the supply lines to undertake a strike at the heart of the Alliance.
During the next six standard months the war drug on into a brutal stalemate as reinforcements from the Core in the form of the Federal Third, Sixth and Twelve fleets arrived to reinforce Persephone. Governor Tarsis took direct control of the Planetary Defense Forces, hunting down and destroying remnants of those forces loyal to the Confederacy.
Afrika Chamberlain and Dema Sabian's love continued to grow.
For six months there was still no sign of Sybil, the Seven's Virtual Intelligence and, as Cain had come to admit to himself, his friend.
Unable to leave Persephone, Cain stayed on to help rebuild the shattered planet, unwillingly lending his support to Tarsis. Governor Tarsis had issued Federal bounties on all remaining military leaders loyal to the Confederacy. Cain found a ripe source of steady income as a bounty hunter/mercenary hunting down Confederate loyalists. Despite his desire to stay out of the shooting war, it appeared fate had led him to it.
The Federal port of Eavesdown was nearly repaired of its damage during the Three Day War, however the continued naval blockade continued to stifle the local economy. Bandits and smugglers were only too happy to provide goods, at inflated prices of course, for citizens finding themselves suffering food and medicine shortages.
The Lucky Seven was moored at the local docks and Cain was nursing a bottle of spice rum across the market square.
"Ruttin' thieves," he muttered under his breath as he observed the scum and villainy in the establishment. "Yes, I realize the irony of a thief looking down at thieves, but there is a certain sense of honor in my profession that is lacking in this scum. I have a sense of purpose, erratic as it may be. These men...they're ruttin' vultures."
He realized he was talking to himself, but he didn't care. The last job to eliminate a Colonel who was loyal to the Confederate Worlds had been nearly snatched from under him by some Johnny-Come-Lately hunter come in from a local Syndicate. More of them were coming out of the woodwork. It was getting to the point that the days were numbered for bad men like Jacob Cain.
|Lilly||Nov 10 2011, 09:39 AM Post #2|
Lily went back to whoring for about six weeks after the Lucky Seven was grounded, but had some really bad experiences with hard core war weary and agressive customers, one of which landed her in the hospital for a week. Beaten that bad, she decided to get out of the life and went to the only place she knew she could: The Lucky Seven.
She was welcomed back and she slept in Mag's old bunk for a couple of weeks before moving back into Cain's. She started helping him with his bounty hunting business. Setting up meetings and collecting his payments. In other words, an executive secretary with benefits.
When Cain got back from a successful hunt, she was always waiting for him, ready for a private celebration.
Things were good, but things were about to get really complicated. I mean really complicated.
She found him at the market place, drinking that spiced rum he liked. She ordered herself a drink, usually tequila, but this time she ordered a soda with a twist of lime. She seemed nervous. Really nervous.
No time like the present, she thought. She took a deep breath and just blurted it out.
"Cain," she said. "I'm pregnant. We're gonna have a baby."
|Dema Sabian||Nov 10 2011, 09:42 AM Post #3|
Dema wandered without any real aim in mind. He unconsciously kept the sun at his back or side so as not to impede his sight; but it was wasted effort. He was too busy wrapped in his thoughts to see much of anything. Six months. In the one place. With the one woman.
The thoughts were what had led him to roam the docks in the first place, but as they came to him again, they were almost enough to stop him in his tracks. It was all very confusing. And yet simple. Which, he mused, was probably where the real confusion came into it for him.
He took a right down a little street that hadn't quite finished repairs yet and was briefly distracted by the need to dodge falling masonry. Glowering at the workmen took another moment of concentration, but by the end of the street he was once again immersed in his own musings. The workmen for their part merely returned his glower, albeit at his retreating back.
It was because his life had rarely ever been simple. And certainly not this pleasant sort of pedestrian he and Rikka seemed to have developed. Even during his years at the companion house, where he remembered being happiest, things had never really been simple. There was a great deal of rushing around from one class to the next, and learning how to correctly address everyone and what sort of behaviour was expected where. Even amongst fellow students, and certainly when around the teachers, each action and mode of address had to be thought out carefully. Companion training was rarely harsh, but there were some very inventive punishments that could leave a young boy interminably bored and regretting his decision to comment on a lady's larger than average nose. Dinner was chatter and play and confusion, not sitting pleasantly. commenting quietly on this or that. Night was a rare time with little to no supervision where you could sneak out and see exactly what effect a smuggled in fire cracker might have when placed outside a fellow trainee's window. It wasn't a time to sit and talk more, your arms wrapped comfortably around a sleepy someone else. Or a time to have a fair bit more of yourself wrapped around a not so sleepy someone else.
He grinned and took the next left. Dema didn't notice the street had widened until he was yelled at to move aside for a mule. Having been forced to look around and realising the path he was on would take him almost directly back to the Seven, he verred to the left again, down a dank little excuse for a side street. Another left, then a right and he was suitably lost in his thoughts once more.
Perhaps he'd known such a life - one of peaceful routine - when his family had still been a family. If there'd been a time when his mother had been a mother and his father a father and they'd all lived happily he must have been too young to remember it. He knew he'd missed his father greatly when the man had dissapeared, and had been mortified in later years upon learning what his mother had accused his father of doing to him. He also remembered being very sure no such thing had ever happened.
There were snippets in there, of a father who would show him how to make and launch model aircraft from the edge of their floating home. A father than came when a young Dema cried out in the night, terrified of monsters, tigers and the dark in general. Dema smiled as he walked. He wondered how many other highly trained assassins had started out with such childish fears? Indeed, the dark had become his friend over time. He still wasn't quite sure about the Tigers.
It was half a block later before he realised he was trying to figure out a way to recount the memory to Rikka, knowing she'd be as amused by such a silly fear as he was. Not that there was anything wrong with amusing Rikka, but it was... unerving? To find himself trying to do it more and more lately; it just wasn't something he was used to. Nor was the everyday effect he was begining to realise she had on him. Always in the back of his thoughts, and more and more a part of his decision making. Would she like this or that for dinner? Would they be helping with repairs or the hospital today? Would she approve if he just killed this or that arrogant shmuk outright? Funnily enough, the answer to last question was pretty standard, yet he still found he had to refer to it from time to time.
He'd long ago given up trying to convince Rikka he wasn't the type of man she should be in love with. He'd realised that she at least had an idea of what he was and knew what he'd done in the service of the Seven, if not what he was fully capable of. And it seemed enough. And really, when he thought about it at quiet times like this, he didn't really need to be anything more than he was at the moment. There wasn't much call for elite assassins in a cordined off once was war zone, and he had absolutely no reason to play the companion for anyone other than Rikka. If what he was with Rikka was all he was for the moment, he was actually a half decent kind of a guy. His smile turned rueful as he couldn't help but wondered how long being a good boy would last.
And that was where the simple became complicated. Being with Rikka was simple. Who he was when he was with Rikka was simple. If a fair amount of hardwork, what with running around after sometimes wholely ungrateful sick people. Their little enforced stay on Persephone was ensuring these things stayed simple for much longer than Dema could ever have normally anticipated. Or hoped. But it couldn't last. He was all too aware that once the ban on travel was lifted a lot of things that had been pushed to the side would come thundering back. Rikka's little announcement of going to find Gwen for example.
They hadn't spoken on it the whole time they'd been here. They'd gotten close a couple of times; some tense moments, some almost spoken words. But Dema just didn't know how to ask her when exactly she'd lost her mind. Or tell her, in this at least, that she was being an idiot. And he knew, once they started on this particular subject, that those were likely to be the first two questions, come statements, out of his mouth.
He sighed, stopped, and looked around. He was right back on track for the Seven. Only a few minutes away in fact. Dema shook his head and smiled. Apparently, whatever was coming, however confusing and complicated and dificult it might make things, his subconscious had only one worry for right now. He followed its lead, moving directly for the ship while idly wondering where he'd find her this time.
|Africa Chamberlain||Nov 10 2011, 09:47 AM Post #4|
Except for a bird chirping madly about its private concerns and the wind tickling limbs against each other in the nearby trees; it was quiet. A luxury they had due to some status they had gained. They were in favor.
It wasn't something that Africa Chamberlain noticed so much, but she could feel its impression on the others, especially Cain and Dema. They were used to being in some guarded state of near paranoia. A year ago she would have dismissed such notions as the subconscious ruminations of guilt or repressed desires. But she had them, from different sources, for different reasons.
There was no logic in the notion that they would be a part of some final confrontation. It was obvious that it was just her own subconscious plying dissociations and associations to her waking thoughts. She did not have to confront Gwen. There was not a destiny. There could be peace. She had talked to a Shepherd about it, he was quite good. He explained about doubt, faith, and the fear that happiness could not last and could in a flash, be taken away. Gwen was that darkness, that gremlin that waited to take away what mattered most. Africa remembered to live for the day, to love the day.
She could be at peace, which was easy enough. But Dema, did he belive it? That he could, and remain so? Or was that truly possible? In this real verse? Dema was a sceptic and remained suspicious. And yet truly, so was she, the dark destiny remained.
All of which took nothing away from the last half year, in fact the opposite. Despite that lurking dark place where Gwen remained, everything had been idyllic. They'd shared everything, or as much as she could in six months. The future though, they needed to think about that. This reprieve was coming to an end. Events in the 'verse would not end in balance. The conflict would not slip quietly into a unsettling but agreeable stalemate.
Africa sat in the small grove near the ship, sitting on the grass under a tree, legs out in front of her like a little girl. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms up. She'd been meditating. Two short Japanese swords lay next to her. In the months she and Dema has spent much time practicing the martial arts. Their styles were different, training backgrounds varied, desires and goals from the practice even more so.
Yet it was a commonality that they had. One of them.
The two swords technique had been of a fascination for her. She had studied Musashi's original Japanese script, even the calligraphy and the style of his own hand. For her there was something mystical in nearly everything. "This is what from one thing, learn a thousand things means?" She had asked, after finding something subtle in a pen stroke of a character on a page about Ichi Ryo Ni Tu*.
Her own practice had brought her to smaller than usual swords that allowed a free movement of the swords under her arms. Her forms seemed like a slow dance, but one with near flawless flowing arcs and circles.
She had changed from the looser robes of her forms. Her dress would be inappropriate for any place she had ever lived before. She liked that. She was pretty sure Dema enjoyed her fascination with experiementing with fashion. The sense she had of it was definately horrible. She didn't care much.
Africa's head rose. Dema was returning. She smiled even before he found her. Happiness flourished through her. Anticipation of them making love on the grass under the tree, the sun half harsh against their skin as it found its way through sparse limbs and leaves.
Then they would talk. Maybe it was time to talk about that dark or the endless peace. Maybe not. It's time would come when it was time for it. They could find a place, be forever free and easy and at peace. Or they could go and face the devil. One had a natural tendency for one, and one for the other. Yet it seemed they each looked in the direction that was opposite to their apparent nature.
A thought occurred to her, of the duality of the Tao. Of them.
|Jacob Cain||Nov 10 2011, 09:50 AM Post #5|
Cain sipped his drink casually as Lily sauntered to the table. She had left shortly after they departed the city of X'ian and returned to her business at the Eavesdown Docks. However, one day she returned to Cain badly beaten and near death. After that, Cain promised to have a few words with her client, a prominent conservative-party politician who campaigned on a family values and religion platform. The politician soon after disappeared and was not heard from since.
"Nice to see you," he said, pouring her a glass of rum and passing it her way. "It's been a while. Here, the last bottle of real Greenleaf spiced rum on Persephone. Synthesizers can try to replicate it, but it won't be the same."
He noticed that she seemed in an odd way. Whether it was nerves or something else, she definitely had something on her mind. She had none of her casual demeanor that sometimes bordered on the brazen.
"And here I thought I was being charming. Well, here's to us!"
Cain coughed roughly as his drink went down. His eyes grew three times wider as he dropped the glass which shattered on the floor.
He turned very pale, then smiled and laughed. "That's a good one Lily. You actually had me there for a second."
His smiled faded.
"Um, you *are* joking right?"
|Lilly||Nov 10 2011, 09:51 AM Post #6|
"Um, you *are* joking right?"
She sat down next to him as her soda water arrived. She fished a piece of paper out of her pocket and flipped it at Cain.
"I'm dead rutting serious," she said flatly. "That's the copy of the test results from the clinic. Dead give-away was the big red text at the bottom that says PREGNANT."
She looked into her drink as she contemplated the results. She never even considered it before as a possibility. She just figured she'd work the District until she wasn't able to anymore, then moved on to something else. But a baby?
Plus, she didn't want look at Cain as he read the paper. If someone had told her that she was going to be a mother some day, she would have laughed at them. But if someone told her that Cain was going to be a father, she would have laughed hysterically, then called the sanitarium to have whoever uttered such nonsense forcibly committed.
She was about to take a glance at him when someone passed by her with a tray filled with someone's lunch. Fish, more specifically. The smell of it, while mild to others, made Lily turn a putrid shade of green.
"Excuse me," she whispered as she dashed away, her hand covering her mouth.
She only made it to the doorway before what little she had eaten that day gave gushing right back up.
|Ian Dugan||Nov 10 2011, 09:54 AM Post #7|
Death's Toy Boy
The last six months had been somewhat of a renewal for Ian. He had been many things in his short life. A smuggler, rogue, ship's captain, prisoner, miner, hacker, addict and spec ops soldier. Even now, after all this time, he had fallen back into the role he had left years before. First on Persephone, helping to bring some kind of ...peace to the planet.
He approched the Governor once to ask if he could help on the front lines. Tarkis readily accepted and gave Ian two things. The first was a full pardon for his crime of manslaughter during the Unification War. The second thing was a promotion. Ian was appointed as 1st LT of the Flag ship.
LT Dugan followed the Governor on his short quest to root out the evil that was Jonah Stark. It can not be said that Ian single-handedly saved the Govenor from the clutches of evil, but he did help. He went on a number of raids into enemy territory to gather information and always brought his men back. Not all of them were alive, but no one was ever left behind.
After the stalemate was established, Ian knew that this war would not be won by conventional means. He felt very strongly that the Seven would have to be involved.
Thinking of the Seven brought with it many memories. Lear, still held captive, somewhere. Rain, dying in front of him. Rikka covered in his coat in the escape pod where she lay naked and asleep.
Each woman was a like a force of nature. Mostly of Earth, some with a mix of water or fire.
He thought of Hitomi and Choleand finally Lily. She was new to the crew and saved their pi-gu's.
The though of the men on the seven, Mag, Dema, and Cain. Always Cain. The young man had proven himself capable in Ian's book. He was willing to follow the man into Hell, any one of them, if he asked.
Finally he though again of Sybil. During his off hours, what little there were, he searched the Cortex for any trace of her. He still had a copy of her program and used it to try and trace the VI. To no avail. It was like Sybil was in hidding.
Finally, they reached Persehone and Ian was sent on his way. He was not given any set of orders, he was not being told what to do, he just wanted to spend some time at home. For him, now, the Seven was as close to hime as he would ever get.
Having found the location of his former Captain, Ian went to see if he could get his old job back. What changes could have happened in six months? He was about to find out as he turned in to the open doorway to the market place where Cain sat with his drink.
Lily was there and she didn't look to well.
Dressed in his uniform and polished shoes, he looked down at the mess that covered them and smiled. He offered Lily a cloth for her mouth and face.
"Couldn't stand his company any longer, ehh?" He paused and offered her a hand for support. "Are you alright?"
Ian had not heard the conversation they had before he arrived, the music from the tables he had passed on the way had been just loud enough to cover it.
He looked from Lily to Cain.
"Hey Capt'n. My room on the Seven still available?"
|Jacob Cain||Nov 10 2011, 10:01 AM Post #8|
Cain looked white as a sheet and his eyes were glazed over as he unsteadily rose from his chair and walked robotically to Ian and Lily's position.
"The Seven? Of course. I, err, um...you're a ruttin' lieutenant now?" said Cain stooping to help Lily up. He knew that Ian had volunteered for the military and there were such things as brevet promotions during wartime, but he had no idea Ian had made it so far in such a short time.
"Hey!" shouted the barkeep to one of the barmaids. "Get a mop over there! Some lady's had too much to drink!"
"She has NOT had too much to drink! She hasn't even had a drop! She's just, um...she had some bad shellfish." Cain gently helped Lily to the nearest seat and set her down in it.
"Ian," Cain laughed nervously, "Um, pull up a seat. Round of drinks on me. Well, just bring my lady friend here some water, ok?" Cain said to a passing barmaid.
Cain looked pale as a ghost and was visibly shaking. For a man who'd seen his share of the horrors of the Black, he never had looked truly scared until now.
Suddenly, there was a familiar shout from the bar entrance.
"Well, if it isn't the charming couple with the girl covered in puke. How sweet!" Hitomi entered the establishment and pulled herself a chair and invited herself to the table, turning the chair backward and straddling it. "Pleasant surprise to see you Ian. When you mentioned joining this crazy war I never thought you were serious."
"Whiskey!" she shouted while lighting a cigarette. "So, heard any good jokes lately?"
|Lilly||Nov 10 2011, 10:03 AM Post #9|
"Whiskey!" she shouted while lighting a cigarette. "So, heard any good jokes lately?"
It was nice to see Ian, but Lily so didn't want to have to deal with Hitomi right now. The woman was downright caustic. And demeaning banter about being stupid enough to get knocked up by Cain would surely follow. Lily glanced over at Cain, trying to get a read on him. He didn't look much better than she did. She didn't think she'd ever seen a man so pale in her life. At least she figured he believed her.
When her water arrived, she took a small drink and wanted to retch, but fought off the urge. Instead she poured some of the cold liquid onto the cloth that Ian had given her and held it to her forehead, her hands shaking a bit. When the other drinks got passed around the table, Lily got the distinct whiff of Whiskey and started to turn green again, then Hitomi's cigarette smoke wafted over at her too.
"Put that gorram thing out or I will be more than happy to puke whatever I might have left straight in your lap," Lily hissed at Hitomi, who was sitting next to her.
Then the barmaid returned, acting a little more compassionate. She placed the folded up clinic report on the table next to Lily.
"He left that over there," she whispered sweetly. She also put down a small plate of saltines. "I figured you might need these. And don't you worry none, this will pass soon enough. Believe me, I have gone through it three times."
Lily thanked her, but was now waiting for anyone else at the table to start putting two and two together. She didn't want to talk about it with anyone right now. She hadn't even had a chance to talk to Cain... the baby's father.
She groaned and laid her head down on the table.
|Hitomi Asakura||Nov 10 2011, 10:05 AM Post #10|
Hitomi's eyes flared at this sudden burst of assertion from Lily.
"Who the fuck do you think you..."
"Put it OUT," Cain hissed. "Now, you BUN tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO."
"Gwon nee tze-jee duh shr..."
"I said put it out, cunt."
Hitomi, unaccustomed to being given direct orders, glared at Cain menacingly but finally relented and put out her smoke.
"It doesn't matter," she said happily. "Why is it that I hate people but I'm somehow drawn to gatherings? It's part of my complexity I suppose. Oooh, Ian! You look positively dashing in that uniform!"
"And you look like a streetwalker in that outfit," replied Cain, noticing Hitomi's skin-tight leather pants, bondage boots and her tiny red top. "No offense, Lily."
"I just cashed in on a bounty and I thought I'd pamper myself a bit with some new clothes. It's a lot more fun that putting it in the bank, after all. I think I got my money's worth. I'd do me. Would you do me, Ian?" Hitomi batted her eyes girlishly.
"Ooooh, what's that?" asked Hitomi pointing at the papers in front of Lily.
|Lilly||Nov 10 2011, 10:07 AM Post #11|
"Put it OUT. Now, you BUN tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO."
Lily was impressed at Cain's order to Hitomi. He had done it to help make her feel better. She was even more impressed when Hitomi actually complied.
"And you look like a streetwalker in that outfit. No offense, Lily."
"Some offense taken, I've seen Dockies that dress better," she said as she looked up at Hitomi. "Good thing that life is behind me, you'd give streetwalkers a bad name."
"Ooooh, what's that?"
Lily made a grab at the paper just as Hitomi did. Luckily, Lily's hand closed around it first.
|Chloe Winters||Nov 10 2011, 10:26 AM Post #12|
Unlike the others, Chloe didn't find six months stuck on a war-torn planet to be a time for personal growth or new adventures. Instead, the Seven's resident sneak-thief got herself thoroughly bored.
Really, why wouldn't she? With resources devoted to war, there wasn't much in the way of creature comforts available, and though Chloe indulged as much as she could, it made her feel almost guilty to do so while the war went on in the rest of the system. Likewise, there was little in the way of adventure to be had, as Chloe wasn't about to cause trouble for the shell-shocked planet... especially since the closure of the spaceport prevented her from leaving the planet if it got too hot. She came up with hare-brained plans to rob the vulture-like smugglers of the planet and re-sell their goods, at lowered prices. Most of them she dropped, because she wouldn't have been to move cratefuls of food by herself. But there was this one time where she came up with that fantastic plan to steal some medicine off of one of the planet's most notorious smugglers, breaking into his warehouse, sneaking around his guards, and picking up three crates of vital vaccines. Escaping unscathed and unseen, she sold it on the cheap to an hospital far enough away not to arouse suspiscion. That was pretty much the highlight of her stay.
Otherwise, she tried to busy herself as she could. She hung out with the others, especially her friend Hitomi, went out in bars, but the planet's mood was subdued, the losses too fresh, the peril of more too present. She stolled in the market for pretty clothes and fun things to buy, but she did so sparingly, fearing that her stash of money might soon come to its end. In the end she started collecting bounties, helping Hitomi out or on her own, filling her need both for ready cash and for action. It wasn't playing to her best strengths, but it was work, and it kept her busy and with money.
"I'm just about ready to punch this mudball", she muttered, as she walked through the market. She was looking for something nice, a dress perhaps, but luxury items had become rarer and rarer in the blockaded cities, as cloth and other supplies were used more and more for basic necessities. Soon they'd have to start rationing. "We've got a gorram ship, why aren't we doing any smuggling? Not like the government would object."
|Ian Dugan||Nov 10 2011, 10:28 AM Post #13|
Death's Toy Boy
Ian felt that he was an astute person. But with Cain being pale as death, and Lily bringing her lunch back up, it should have been obvious. It was not until the file was laid in front of Lily that Ian knew for sure. And by the expressions of the parents, not really happy about it.
Right after Hitomi made a grab for the folder, Ian moved around the table to stand next to her.
"Whats a Sailor gotta do to buy a pretty woman a drink around here."
He clapped Cain on the shoulder.
"Hitomi, may I buy you a drink? 'Sides, I really like your taste in clothes. Brings out your eyes."
He winked back a Lily. He wanted to get Hitomi away from these two so they could figure this out in as much peace as an open market place could afford. And, he found that he missed Hitomi's brash company. In the time they had worked together, Hitomi had always told her mind. She never seemed to hold things back. Ian had always admired that about her
|Dema Sabian||Nov 10 2011, 10:30 AM Post #14|
He found her in the spackled sunlight, reposed, with swords by her side and that certain smile that he'd come to recognise. For a woman who'd lived so long away from such sins, she'd acquired a taste for their pleasures rather quickly. And adamantly. Dema's rich laugh rippled out over the grass as she pulled him in and down, and he needed no further encouragement.
After, as they relaxed, some of his earlier thoughts drifted back to him. They grew stronger as he felt that Rikka wanted to talk. But he didn't know quite what to say. There were only two things coming to mind. His thoughts of earlier and the highly mundane 'how was your day dear.' He might try saying the latter purely to see if he could do so without laughing. But what was the alternative? Heavy thoughts of dark possibilities. Maybe not. They were relaxed. He was even happy. Perhaps it could be something they could leave until the last moment. Until their happiness was likely to be over anyway.
He scowled lightly at that thought. He would have to make himself think of it, not as 'over' but... on hold. Their happiness could be on hold until... after.
It wasn't perfect, but it was about the best he could convince his cynical mind of.
They lay in as much silence as could be had in the glade near the turbulence of the docks.
A long, stretching silence.
Tense started to mingle with relaxed.
"So... how was your day?" He was glad she wasn't looking directly at him as he spoke.
|Jacob Cain||Nov 10 2011, 10:32 AM Post #15|
Hitomi smiled and downed her whiskey in one gulp. "He only needs to ask, of course!"
"You should take lessons from Ian here. Maybe you wouldn't have to pay for sex." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait, you're trying to distract me. What's on the paper?"
"Nothing," Cain seethed, glaring at her menacingly.
"Pish-posh, I want to know what it is!" said Hitomi with a mock pout. "Come on, I thought we were supposed to be a team!"
"Ha!" said Cain. "You don't care about anyone but yourself, Hitomi. Why should we let you in on any secrets?"
Cain nearly facepalmed right there.
"OOOOH!!!! A secret!" Hitomi squealed, bouncing in her seat. "I want to know, I MUST know! I won't tell a soul, I promise!"
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