Post by The Rising Dragon on Jan 3, 2011 0:12:25 GMT -5
"It's too dangerous right now. We don't have the firepower to take on the Stamarian forces in an all-out attack. Verivia's a strategically unimportant city in the scheme of things so our real strength is stationed elsewhere. If we start a search we risk a Ranger pinpointing the base and then we're all screwed," Jerome explained.
"Roas won't come back with the Constructor on his own, not like this," Ker added. "He'll hide it and try to get back here on foot. It's harder to find a single man in this slum than it is to find a single mech."
Alexis frowned darkly, her brow furrowing with annoyance. She hated the helpless feeling.
For a moment, a half-insane idea of rushing out of the building, massacring a few dozen Stamarians and dragging Roas' sorry rear back to the base bounced around in her head. But she quickly shut that idea down. She wasn't in any shape to take on Stamarian troopers, let alone Rangers from Tsuminar.
She thumped her foot against the ground with impatience, "you are of course, correct." She stated grudgingly,"But Blast it, I hate having to sit around and wait."
Alexis froze, a look of confusion plain on her face.
"Uh..." She mumbled, shaking her head. For the first time in a long period, she was at a loss for what to say. In truth she hadn't given it much thought, as to why she wanted Roas back in the base, safe from harm.
She found the man annoying and insufferable, why in the world would she care what happened to him?
She reddened slightly, "He's..." She started, drawing out the word as she scrambled for some sort of answer that made sense (to Ker, and to herself).
"I suppose...I'm not used to people risking their life for me." She said softly. A moment later she raised her hand to stop one of the obvious replies, "I know, he probably couldn't care less what happens to me. He went out to fight those Stamarians to protect you guys, but incidentally, it protected me as well."
"He's out there, maybe fighting for his life, because of me. If I hadn't gotten out of jail at the time I did, everything would have played out differently."
Her eyes flashed with anger, "Blast it all, he could be out there fighting, or dying, because of events I set into motion. I don't want any Korin dying for me." She ended with a harsh finality, clamping her mouth shut in anger.
Tedious, drawn-out seconds passed by. Most of what she had said was true, she didn't want any Korin dying for her. But her mind was still trying to puzzle out why she cared that much about a man she didn't really like. It didn't feel like romance, no, not really. Maybe in the back of her mind where insane fantasies played out, but that was insanity.
No, there was something else, she was sure. A wry, tired half-grin stretched across her lips. "And besides," she said with a trace of humor, "I just found someone possibly more insufferable than me, I'd hate to lose him so quickly."
Post by Steinerman on Jan 16, 2011 21:21:59 GMT -5
Alexis chuckled, the throaty sound surprisingly warm and rich.
"Yes," she replied with a half-grin, "I'm sure he will."
A moment passed by, her face slowly regained its serious composure, her lips pressed together in annoyance. Another moment passed and her foot began to stamp impatiently upon the floor, a soft "thud thud thud" sound.
Finally she gave an exasperated sigh, "Blast it all." She growled, "I'm not so good with the waiting thing. You guys have some cooking supplies handy? A kitchen would be nice, but a pot with water will work as well."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jan 27, 2011 16:24:52 GMT -5
"The kitchen's pretty sparse at the moment," Jerome replied, "So I don't think you'll be able to make much. We try to keep our provisions here and hunt whenever we have to leave the city, but the war made game pretty sparse. Hell, the only thing we saw when we were waiting for your transport to arrive was that Stamarian kid disguised as a jackalope. That was your doing, wasn't it?"
Alexis frowned along with Jerome's words. She was annoyed, and the most infuriating part about it was that she wasn't quite sure "why". Vic had been a Stamarian, an enemy. She had never had a problem with killing Stamarians before, be they soldier or civilian.
But that was before your stint in prison, she reminded herself silently.
"Was it quick?" She asked softly, the smallest hint of regret in her voice.
Alexis nodded firmly, attempting to quell the feeling of annoyance in her.
shut up, brain.
"Good to know." She responded, voice still soft. She took a few moments to take in the kitchen. Jerome hadn't been lying, it was quite sparse, but without something to do she was quite sure she'd simply run out of the building and go find Roas on her own, consequences-be-blasted.
She began to rummage through the cup-boards, looking for something small to make for herself, and perhaps Jerome if he was hungry.
Seconds later, she found what she was looking for. "Noodles!" She crowed triumphantly, taking down a mostly empty bag of noodles from one of the cabinets. She turned and shook the bag, a crooked smile dancing across her mouth. "You guys saving these? Or can I cook them?"