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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:19 pm
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It was interesting, these bowls you couldn't eat from...then again, she hadn't been there. She'd heard of it through word of mouth...and a topical map she'd "borrowed"--hey, she didn't want to cause a stir. She was in full combat gear and toted around several weapons. The last thing she wanted was to be wanted for appearing to hold someone up when she asked for a map.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:39 pm
Briareos, much like his partner, being in the 'civilian' lifestyle was far too bland for his tastes; even though he was at least seven years Deunan's senior he'd been in the military for as long as he could remember. It had become his life, yet at the same time so had his partner for lords know how many years. Thus it came to little surprise how easy it was to leave Swat to go in search for Deunan, facing a dishonorable discharge should he return for going against his commanding officer's orders. Slamming his cup of coffee on the table which had been there since it would have seemed odd not to do anything but sit in the shop which didn't even sell bowls of noodles. It was true that the blast had nearly killed him, but the fact that he was nearly a complete bioroid barely registered to him unless a mirror was around. "Damnit, Deunan...where are you..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:40 pm
All sorts of other rumours about that shop intrigued her: an alien race called Sangheili, multiple armored foxes, hellions that faced off against the so called Gods and Goddesses that guarded the shop. It had taken so damn long to get to where she was, anyway.
Little money left her no choice but to walk on her own. She pursed her lips and ruffled a hand through her short hair, chewing the eraser on the pencil she'd snatched, marking her position relative to the shop. A couple miles. She'd easily make it before complete nightfall. Even if she didn't, despite the damage, her nightvision scope still worked enough for her to use it. Pursing her lips, she glanced down. Any repairs she'd managed to do had been minor. She considered herself lucky, and hoped her instincts about Briareos meant he'd been just as lucky.
"Going? ...I guess. At least they do have rooms there. Could probably scrub floors...or whatever they'd like me to, in exchange for a hot shower and a bed." Pushing herself up, she did a quick check, making sure she had everything she came with, peering at the ground before starting off through a deer trail through the woods. Or maybe so many of the foxes used it that it became their own sort of path.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:42 pm
Once Briareos earned the nervous looks of the inhabitants of the shop, the large bioroid let out a sigh, standing from his seat to gather his maps. He needed some air. The clunking of his boots echoed in the room before he left through the door and out into the front lawn, taking a seat on the bench outside. It hadn't been easy to get this far, opening the little black book where he'd scribbled down leads where Deunan had been sighted. Why hadn't he found her by now? He was positive he'd had seen her in the mountian pass village, but when he'd gotten there she'd already packed and left. He had about a day or two left here, then it would be time to go to his next objective. The traders passed by every three days, usually they were good for information for a hefty price. Yet since no one here had seen Deunan yet, he remained hopeful that this would be a location of intrest. Tossing his arms on the back of the bench he leant back, focusing his optic lenses on the skies above.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:42 pm
The walk was a fairly easy one. Most of it had was only on a mild incline, but even if it hadn't been, she still would have made fairly good time. Even with stopping at a gurgling stream to refill a water bottle, she didn't tarry long. Checking the compass, just to be sure she hadn't gotten turned around, she started forwards again, plugging along with visions of cleanliness in her head. Still, there was no telling what kind of greeting she'd receive. While she hadn't heard of any overtly violent goings-on...they were armed, and with an alien race being there...well, it bore some caution. Deunan was closing fairly rapidly, jogging when she could, before finally slowing for the last stretch. Five hundred meters or so? Through brush, but it was evening now, the sun had set a while ago. If she was going to be cautious, she might as well do it right. Flipping the single eye-cover over, she messed with it a few moments before getting it to work. Maybe she'd see about getting it repaired while she was here? If she was moving on any time soon, she'd need it.
Caution stole over with the last hundred-fifty meters, and she kept to the thicker bushes, despite their rather lacking foliage. It offered some cover at least, she reasoned, slinking closer, crouching when she could. First thing she noticed was the large deck outside the front. Rather, not the deck, but the imposing figure on it.
'Metallic.' She figured. 'Possibly the rumoured "Spartans"...or the aliens.'
...what was she supposed to do? Just walk passed and go inside, unannounced? That seemed stupid. But, then again...well, weren't people accepted in every day? Coming and going? What was one more? It felt wrong. Something was off.
'There a back entrance..?' That sounded better. Scuttling along her way, and at least attempting to be as silent as possible about it, she sidled around through the trees and slipped through the back gate...where she realized she was still crouched low. Rolling her eyes, she slowly straightened and gave herself a quick pat down before heading up onto the smaller deck and in through the door...that lead directly into the kitchen.
Foxes. Everywhere. All shapes and sizes. Even another few armored ones. Maybe the one outside had been the Sangheili? Shrugging, she moved forwards, mildly surprised she was given no more than a few glances of interest and curiosity. Deunan paused in the doorway to the kitchen and scoped the main room. Couches - a rather sinister looking one in the back of the room - were scattered here and there, as well as booths and other chairs. A smaller coffee table by a couch held up several large paper slips.
Curious, she edged out of the kitchen towards them, peering down. 'Better map than I have...' Deunan thought, tilting her head. Gingerly, she tugged the edge of it closer to her, peering down at the area. A topical map was all fine and well...but hers was outdated. Then again, she knew that. It was too good to borrow permanently...but she could maybe borrow it for the night and play "fill in the blanks", right? With a shrug after a few seconds, she folded it up along its creases, paying no heed to whatever personal notes were scattered around. All she wanted was the map. Straightening, she looked at the set of stairs that lead to the upper floor.
It was only hot water. She had soap...but even that was getting small. Pursing her lips, she deliberated. Cleanliness or arrangements? Cleanliness won out, and she quickly alighted upon the stairs to the second level. Glancing up and down the hall, she figured that if anything, she didn't want to be near the stairs. The second-to-last room wasn't occupied when she pushed the door in after a quick knock. Minimal, but cleeeean. It had its own mini-bathroom to the side. Deunan could have laughed and danced around. But then, her boots were heavy. A glance down told her that they weren't muddy--which was a blessing. Way to tip whomever the map belonged to where the one who snatched it - only temporarily - was if they were. And it would have been an awesome way to tip the owners of the shop off to another new arrival. Shutting and locking the door, she eagerly shed her layers, keeping her weapons inside the bathroom. A distasteful look to her clothing and she kicked them in with her. She'd scrub them afterwards. She'd be in wet clothing...but at least she would be clean. Besides, she had her vest to go over top. Not to mention the other bits and pieces.
Starting the shower, Deunan shut the bathroom door after double-checking the main door was locked...and decided to give her clothing a good cleaning first. They could at least drip a little while she made sure she had every piece of grime and dirt off herself. ...then, barring any warning signals in her head, she'd copy what she could from the shiny new map onto her topical one...and then she'd return it. At least...that was her plan.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 4:30 am
"Enough of stargazing..." Briareos muttered and rose from the bench, stretching out his mechanical arms over his head...mostly from habit since it wasn't like he had muscles to stretch anyways. Turning back to the shop he left the deck and wandered back into the shop, pushing the door open and returned to his table.
Life had indeed not been easy since that fire fight three years ago. The blast had leveled half of the city, still he could remember the agony of the impact, the heat burning and scarring his flesh before he finally succumbed to shock. The blurry moment of their section commander telling him to hold on...and the image of his leg a few meters away from him would forever haunt him. The worst had come not from death, but from the sheer pain of attaching his nervous system to the technology inputs.
As he sat back down however, it was immediate that something wasnt right with the picture before him. His map. It was missing, normally he wouldn't have cared but it had taken a lot to find a detailed sattelite image map and a lot of his scribbles and notes were on there as well on the back. Boiling in rage he stood up and slammed his first onto the table, the wood nearly cracking under the pressure.
"WHERE, is my map!" He shouted, deep vocals resonating off the walls as the shop went silent. Tossing his head to look around, no one seemed to pipe up untill someone called in barely a whimper.
"I...I saw a female take it! She went up into the rooms..."
Oh did she now? Well, she would certianly regret taking it from him. Storming up the stairs he amplified his hearing to notice only one of them was presently occupied. Standing infront of the door he pounded on the door and shouted for even her to hear, "Hey! Return my map immediately or I will place you under arrest for theft from an officer!"
Okay, maybe he wasn't an officer, but that made no difference to some punk a** kid.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:57 pm
God, it felt so good to be clean again! And to have taken a hot shower, instead of a cold dip in a lake or whatever water source had been available while she was out on the road. Her clothes were rather damp, even after twisting them into tightly-packed shapes to wring the water out of them...but they didn't stink, and they weren't grungy. Her hair was still damp after vigorously rubbing it with her towel...but she tossed that on the bed, unfolding the map without a glance at the scribbles there. She was only interested in the roads, the towns and cities and places. Anything written, she didn't care.
...she'd sneak a pen afterwards to make sure she wouldn't have to borrow a map again, but that was the least of her worries. She started with the shop she was currently in, putting in the nearby towns in a growing radius. ...but it wasn't long before something heavy seemed to stomp up to her door, and something that was distinctly metal to slam upon the barrier.
'Touchy.' She thought to herself, lips pulling down in a frown. Loud, obviously angry. ...but...familiar? Too familiar, in fact. '...Bri...areos..?' Deunan wondered, heart skipping a beat then working overtime for several moments. Same voice, same inflection. But pissed off. And what about the metal? Was it just her mind--no, she couldn't forget his voice. Three years would never be long enough to wipe the sound of it from her mind and memory. ...an officer? What?
Reaching back, she made certain the knife - more like a short sword, really - was there. She slowly folded the map back up, mouth pinching into a deeper frown. She got up, and as an afterthought grabbed her gun in the opposite hand. The map did look to be rather...well, to put it bluntly, way too good for a mere civilian map. A closer glance at the back of it held notes, of course, but...her name was there. What the hell was her name doing there?!
Was Swat looking for her? She wasn't going back. True, life hadn't been easy, but she wasn't just going to drop her search just because they needed her to help kick a**--she wasn't going.
Glaring at the door, she deliberated. Her name on the map. The map was better than any normal maps that might be found. A man - despite sounding eerily like Briareos - was pounding on her door threatening her with arrest for 'theft'. Potentially, Swat might have been looking for her.
Straightening, she looked at the door, map clutched in one hand, gun in the other. "Just borrowing the bloody thing! I need to update my topical map, you'll have it back in a mere five or ten minutes."
'Provoking an officer now, Deunan? Weren't you trying to stay off the radar?' She chided herself. Pursing her lips, she glanced down at the map and rolled her eyes. Ohh, chances are he'd be a b*****d about that. On an angry sigh, she stalked towards the door, flicking the bolt with a quick turn of her wrist. Her gun was held securely at her side, pointed at the floor, and out of sight.
Last thing she needed was for him to think she was going to shoot him.
She swung the door inwards, putting her booted foot against it after about six inches had been cleared. Annoyed eyes looked flippantly out at the same character that had been on the front deck. The profile was the same; the long metallic ears a dead giveaway. "Nevermind. Have the damn thing back. Made it this far on my own, I'll be fine still."
She tried to keep it brief, hoping he wouldn't have gotten a good look, just in case he was from Swat and just happened to sound like Briareos. Certainly didn't look like him, physically. Her eyes took a quick sweep as she shoved the map out at him, arm and hand retreating quickly afterwards so she could shut the door in his face and hope that would be the end of it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 5:21 pm
Waiting usually wasn't something that came easily for briareos as the rustling inside let him know that indeed the female that the patrons spoke of was in there. However she seemed to be taking her sweet a** time about it for handing over a simple map. Could she have been some kind of terrorist that needed the intel of a usually classified map available only to government officials? Cautiously his hand slid around to grasp the handle of his semi auto, getting into position to kick down the door and use force if needed.
Yet that was when he heard it. That voice...
Not many females had the voice that deunan had, so strong and forceful but still held that lighter tone when she laughed or joked around. He could still remember the jokes about how much softer he'd become since she was assigned to be his partner...and how much he opposed being assigned to a rookie kid. He'd never been so wrong about his character judgements than he was about Deunan.
As the door slid open just a few inches, it was hard not to notice it was her, even as his optics switched to night vision to see within the low light of the room he couldn't miss that scowl and intense blue eyes. If he still had a working mouth his jaw would have been left agape as the metal brute stood still even as she thrust the map into his chest. Slowly his hand enclosed around the paper as she retreated back into the room and slammed the door in his face.
It was Deunan....he knew it.
Yet it was clear as day she didn't recognize him at all. Why would she? He wasn't the fox he used to be, enclosed in a shell of wire, metal and fibrous artificial 'skin'. Hell, he often didn't recognize himself in the mirror, so why should she?
Reaching into his pocket of his civilian clothes (his ESWAT uniform packed away in his rucksack of course) he pulled out Deunan's dog tags, send to him from command. It hadn't shocked him that she wouldn't return to ESWAT unless he was there, just as he'd grown too fond of her.
Kneeling down he took one last look at the tags and slid them under the door, letting fate decide if she put the peices together and would believe that he was indeed, Briareos.
Rising back to his feet he turned and walked back down the hall towards the stairs, he'd done it.
He'd found Deunan Knute, and the relief that washed over him to know that she was alive was indescribable.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:11 pm
Deunan sighed as she stalked away from the door, flopping back onto the bed with a glare at her painfully out-of-date map. The scrape of metal against wood sent her eyes flashing back towards the door, gun coming up just in case it was something unwelcome...which was totally unlike ESWAT, at least...but still. Who the hell knew what was really going on here, anyway? She waited several long seconds; the item was much too small to be of any threat, and she slowly got off the bed to inch over to the door.
As she got closer, it was clear exactly what it was...and she hastened her steps to bend and scoop it up, flipping the dog tags and finding her name inscribed upon them. Slumping to the floor with a dull thump, she stared. Her heart jackhammered, and she continued to stare. Her dog tags. Her dog tags. His voice. But how could any of that be? He wasn't the same Briareos on the outside anymore. She had seen that much, at least.
But it was Briareos. It had to be Briareos.
Same or not, she had found him. She had been looking for him, after all, and it made no sense for her to cry. Scrubbing her eyes clean, she bolted to her feet, heaving a sharp, inward breath. There was a remote chance it wasn't, but even though it was so far-fetched...it. She couldn't just bolt and fling herself in his arms. Biting her lip, she unlocked and swung the door open, stepping out and shoving her gun into her holster for it.
She edged into the middle of the hallway, relieved that he'd only made it down the first few stairs.
"Wait." She projected her voice down the hall, choking back emotion and gritting her teeth. It was true. There would only be one person her tags would go to. It had to be true. "Br--How did you wind up with my tags?"
'A test, then.' She thought to herself, trying not to bite down on her lip as she looked down the hall.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:27 pm
Pausing mid step as the door flung open, Briareos would have grinned if he had lips while he turned and returned to the hallway. Clearly being able to see her now it made the three years they were apart seem like nothing, she hadn't changed a bit, just the way he hoped. Absently he placed a fist on his hip while the other hung at his side, a pose he always seemed to make when he was relaxed.
"I believe I told you it would be stupid to have me as your next of kin as your partner, since i'd hope we'd both be killed....or I would have failed my promise to you." Cocking his head to the side with a chuckle, the bioroid shook his head.
"You have no idea how much of a pain it was to learn that you'd come back to ESWAT, only after i'd gone out looking for you. It touches my big old metal heart that you'd refused to return to duty with out me."
Of course, one could only talk so much before it was more than evident he was squirming...trying to hold back.
"Its good to see you, kid."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:46 pm
'...well...damn...' Her thought process seemed to screech to a halt. Even his pose confirmed it. It might have been three years...but Briareos was still Briareos. She caught her lip as it began to quiver, much like her muscles and emotions. They didn't tell her. Not about this. Not a word. '...big metal heart indeed.' Sadness stole over her a moment, a painful knife to her own heart.
But it was him.
That alone made her happy.
Slowly, she focused on putting one - rubbery, uncooperative, it seemed - foot forwards. Despite all the emotion that choked her throat, she managed a half-smirk, half-smile. "Lo-ooks like it was a good idea this time."
Almost rueful as she continued towards him, the hall seeming longer than it had when she was eager for a shower, she couldn't help it. She'd known he was alive, of course...but not like she'd known she herself was alive. There was that deep, driving instinct, until she had returned to ESWAT and had it confirmed. Of course, then, they hadn't even known where he was. Returning to work to wait around with a new partner just wasn't in her plans. She'd dumped her tags off and set out immediately. Even though Deunan hadn't the slightest clue where to look, she'd marched out despite the protests, feeling refreshed. Invigorated.
Now, the same feeling was tinted. He was so different. He'd loomed over her before...but now it was even more apparent. She opened her mouth, wanting to make a witty retort on growing since they'd been together last, but the sound wouldn't even bubble into her throat. Giving a strangled cough, she stopped only a few feet away.
Blue eyes scanned her fo--no, her partner from toe to head. The same eyes shimmered and swam with the same mixed emotions that ripped through her inside.
"Briareos." A sigh. It was all she could manage, looking up at him, eyes wide, It was so strange, not seeing his familiar face. It should have been there. But it was him. Nobody else. Her body gave an involuntary twitch towards him. If she'd been paying attention, she would have noticed she was in the same boat as him. Desperate to reach out, having a difficult time holding back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 11:59 pm
'Why is it so....weird? It was never this way before...'
What he wouldn't give to have her punch him in the arm and tell him he had a thick head. The tension could have been cut with a knife, yet he was well aware that it had to do with him...what he'd become. There were times too he'd felt more machine than alive, yet he was living...it had to count for something right?
Was it too much for Deunan, that headstrong girl who'd become his most valued partner and best of friend?
It stunned the doctors that he'd been so ferocious after a full body surgery to get up and find his partner when his commanding office said they pronounced her missing in action, presumably killed in combat. How much it had tore at his insides worse than any doctor or scientist could do think she'd been killed, and he failed to protect her and lived.
How each day he still couldn't find her became so much more difficult to keep going on with hope.
Yer here she stood right before him, and he stood there like a buffoon, offering nothing more than a electronic stare and some nervous words. Perhaps he'd put too much hope on things going back to the way they were before...not fully understanding how much of a hurdle his new body had become. While his form was modelled nearly identical from his human body, each muscle formerly crafted by training and hard work, now it seemed like it was all for 'naught. The sensory in his 'flesh' could still feel, still compute what he was feeling....yet it could not be compared to the gentle touch, the fluttering of one's stomach from such a careless place of a hand.
While questioning and contradicting himself, Briareos knew he just had to do it, or else they could be standing here all damned night.
Reaching his hand out to close around the small of her back he pulled her to him in one fluid motion before wrapping his other arm around her...hopefully his old clothes would take away the feel of material flesh and the chill of his metal plating.
"Deunan...I missed you." He ushered, barely above a whisper.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 12:27 am
'...gonna take some getting used to...' Deunan sighed to herself. Of course it was different...but everything he'd shown so far - save for the awkward moment right now - had pointed out to her he was still the same, even if he was a Bioroid now. She would just have to remind herself that he was still the same person she'd known before...just with a different form. She could deal with that.
Distracted, much like the way she'd been these past three years whenever she'd thought about finding him, she didn't notice anything until his hand was coiled around her and she was moved by him...pressed snugly against his chest. Any tensing had been out of surprise, evident by her eyes widening further and flashing up to look at him. The next thing she knew, his other arm was around her. A shield from the world...as it had always been, and now even in a more literal sense. The metal, surprisingly, wasn't even that cold. Little did she know his new body could be regulated to a more comfortable temperature...
She couldn't help herself.
She didn't want to stop herself.
Her arms came up and twined tight around him, holding on for dear life. It had been three long, hard years. The words he mumbled had her breath catch in her throat. Muffling a sniffle, she closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing against him; while his stomach and chest had been hard muscle, it was true that his human body had a bit of softness to it. There really wasn't any now...but there was no mistaking just who she clung to. No doubt at all.
"Missed you too...Briareos." Deunan murmured, cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt, upon his chest. Her search was over - as was his. The hell with it. They deserved a break. ESWAT could damn-well wait for them. With any luck, they'd have no clue they'd found each other again.
Before she could stop it, a near-hysterical - but blessedly short - giggle escaped her lips; tilting her chin back to look at him with a cheeky grin, apparently feeling much more at ease for the moment, Deunan finally found it easier to speak...easier to tease. "Nice maps. Might have to pinch them off you again someday. But I won't hide in such an obvious place like a room again...even if I did need the shower."
...which reminded her. Her ESWAT gear was still damp. ...but then, what did it matter? It was only a discomfort to her, and even that was bearable.
Even with that revelation to herself...she didn't move. Sue her, being away from him for three years made her extremely wary to move away, especially considering the circumstances of their parting that last time. Easily, she moved one hand to her opposite wrist, gripping it tightly. Childish, perhaps...but... 'Not letting go now. Nonono.'
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 1:30 am
Despite his body, Briareos could still enjoy the hug through the limited things he could feel against him. He could tell she was warm, that same calming presence lingered when she was in a good mood. Spacing off while her arms entwined around his neck, for a breif moment it seemed like it was normal, like everything was just how it was and would always be. Perhaps he would have been hounded by the rest of their squad if they'd ever seen this touching moment. Yet he quite enjoyed this relaxed privacy, a chance to be a civillian for a while...it wasn't like they didn't deserve it since it seemed they'd put their entire adult lives into the service without a second thought.
Without families of their own, Briareos knew if Deunan was on shift that it was where he'd be too...partner or not, she was family in a sense to him.
However her laugh snapped him back into reality as he huffed, shaking his head.
"Don't laugh, what if I had gone in there guns blazing thinking you were some punk a** theif? Im not bound by ESWAT rules and codes since i'm AWOL...." Pulling his arm back he nudged her in the side, standing back as he felt it was enough to show his emotions for one day. Needless to say he wouldn't have anyways, it just wasn't his style even when he was flesh.
"Well, shall we catch up then? I could really use a beer, we could head down to the bar or i'll just bring us back a pitcher? We might get some funny looks from the locals seeing as this place is pretty quiet and their law enforcement at sherrif level?" Briareos let out a curt laugh of his own, perhaps the big city life had given him a bit of a ego but knowing how loud he and Deunan got when sucking back a few drinks certianly wasn't the scene around these parts.
"That...is your room right?"
He inquired, seeing as he'd run out of shelter funds at least a year ago and had taken to sleeping outside. It made more sense for him anyways seeing that his body just needed to recharge and there was more to observe while he was still conscious during this time.
Not to mention he'd never taken to beds since seeing someone in his old platoon when he was just a private being blown up from a sensor bomb.
One just can never look at a bed the same way again, floors were much more safer.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 2:01 am
"Oh, this little punk-a** thief can take care of herself quite well." Deunan snirked, shoulders hunching with the low, half-chuckle. "You would have had your hands full. Besides, AWOL or not, Briareos...you've better skills than that."
'He's saved my a** plenty of times.'
The wiry female shrugged her shoulders, laying her head back against him then wincing with a noise of protest at the poking nudges. 'Sure I can't stay like this any longer..?' Slowly, bit by bit, she loosened her death-grip on her own wrist, settling fully back on her own two feet with a look of barely-hidden disappointment, though even that eased away, even as she did...to give him a bit of space. Beer? How did he manage that? Curiosity piqued, she tilted her head rather impishly.
"The room? "Borrowed". Was going to see what I could do around here in place of a hot shower and at least a warmer place to sleep. Slept in damp clothes before...but that doesn't mean I fancy it when there's a place that's sheltered from the elements."
...what exactly was she going to do afterwards? Tonight, at least...indoors seemed to be a good idea. It would really suck to wind up sick just because she spent the night outside in wet clothes. Deunan sighed, rotating her wrists to stretch them.
"Don't see how it would hurt to borrow it for the night. ...and, heh, it's probably a good idea to bring the pitcher up, at least."
No sense getting kicked out for getting loud....if "loud" was the word for it, anyway.Languidly stretching the kinks from her back, she made a slight nodding gesture. He knew the way more than she did. It made no sense for her to wander aimlessly. ...but it seemed to make less sense to her to let him wander off--a childish notion, that could have easily been dismissed, and should have. But she was guilty as charged, and would follow him to the end of the earth...shop, in this case.
"Lead the way, big guy."
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