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fandomtownies2019-05-02 05:40 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-05-02 05:40 am
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Trooper Station; Thursday Morning [05/02].
Rosa wasn't planning on just hanging out at the trooper station for long that day; there was too much to do, too much going on, too many people still unaccounted for. But there was one she'd managed to find yesterday oh-so-handwavily because blarg, arrggh, brain that she at least needed to check in on before anything else.
"Has she really been like this all night?" she asked, frowning deeply as she glanced over to the trooper on watch that night, then back at Blackstone in the holding cell, snarling, growling, clawing and pulling at the bars in a vain attempt to get through them, occassionally reaching out in the hopes that someone might actually get close enough for her to grab. And the worst of it were those eyes: she'd always had those bright blue eyes, and they could pierce you as sharply with intelligence and cleverness as one of her blades. But now they were still bright, but nothing was there behind them, nothing of the woman she knew and actually liked, nothing but a driving, insatiable, desperate sort of hunger.
Rosa almost couldn't look at her, but she did, stepping just close enough to stay out of reach. "Amaya," she said, "we're going to get this figured out, okay? I know you're probably not even in there, but I wanted to let you know, anyway. We made some progress yesterday, we got an idea of what's going on. It's only a matter of time before we get this cleared up. But I want you to know, if it takes any longer than that....I'll let you eat Calvin."
"Hey!"
She straightened up a little. "Oh, you think I'm joking," she said, turning toward the troopers. "So chop-chop, boys. We got work to do."
[[ Rosa's not there for long, but definitely open if you want to catch her, as well as for all your trooper related neeeeeds! ]]
"Has she really been like this all night?" she asked, frowning deeply as she glanced over to the trooper on watch that night, then back at Blackstone in the holding cell, snarling, growling, clawing and pulling at the bars in a vain attempt to get through them, occassionally reaching out in the hopes that someone might actually get close enough for her to grab. And the worst of it were those eyes: she'd always had those bright blue eyes, and they could pierce you as sharply with intelligence and cleverness as one of her blades. But now they were still bright, but nothing was there behind them, nothing of the woman she knew and actually liked, nothing but a driving, insatiable, desperate sort of hunger.
Rosa almost couldn't look at her, but she did, stepping just close enough to stay out of reach. "Amaya," she said, "we're going to get this figured out, okay? I know you're probably not even in there, but I wanted to let you know, anyway. We made some progress yesterday, we got an idea of what's going on. It's only a matter of time before we get this cleared up. But I want you to know, if it takes any longer than that....I'll let you eat Calvin."
"Hey!"
She straightened up a little. "Oh, you think I'm joking," she said, turning toward the troopers. "So chop-chop, boys. We got work to do."
[[ Rosa's not there for long, but definitely open if you want to catch her, as well as for all your trooper related neeeeeds! ]]
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And so, more than a little bit at a loss, he risked getting eaten himself to make his way to the station, head down, heart beating in his ears, feeling heartsick about... everything.
He was all of two steps into the station when he noticed one of his teachers - one of his favorite teachers, already behind the bars. And that was about where he froze, two steps in the door.
"Uh..."
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It was only the shift in Blackstone's focus that made her turn her head toward the door, toward what seemed to have inspired a renewed effort to try and pull and scrape her way through those bars. At the new, fresh meat who'd just walked in.
Rosa blinked, then straightened, cocked a chin Ralph's way to start getting ready if they needed to. "What is it?" she asked. "Is there another shield? Did you find something? Are they rushing the causeway again?"
And now for the really important question: "Are you sparkling right now?"
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Followed, after a long pause, by a kind of quiet and very awkward, "And yeah."
Because those crystals had gotten him but good.
He pulled another breath in, and then added, "I'm here to... be held accountable for this. This is my fault. That shield came down and let the vampires in because of me."
Well. Prompto had definitely helped. Picked out the crystals and snapped his fingers and everything.
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She eyed him for a moment, winced slightly at the somewhat worrisome rattle that some of those bars were getting, and sighed a bit herself. "That shield was going to come down eventually," she offered. "You two dingbats just sped things up a little. Unless you honestly think the people on this island would look up, see a big impenetrable dome over their heads, think, 'yeah, sure, I'm totally cool and okay with this' and go about their merry little ways."
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"I mean... no," he admitted. "If we figured anybody was going to want it to actually stay up, we might've talked it over a little longer."
He looked anxiously toward the cell, toward Amaya, and swallowed at a lump that was good and lodged in his throat.
"But maybe people could have at least braced themselves for..."
For... that.
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Yeah, coming to Rosa for sympathy was an exercise in futility even on a good day. Right now, because of all this, she had to deal with taking down and having the troopers drag away one of the three and a half people on this stupid island she genuinely liked, who kept trying to eat her and not in a fun sexy way, and she was honestly super pissed about it, but she was trying very hard to not let it get in the way and to keep calm about it all.
"That was really, really dumb, and people got hurt. But...that was probably going to happen anyway. And since that happened, we've been able to figure stuff out and we have the opportunity to help a lot of people that need it. That the assholes out there," she jerked her chin in the general direction of the mainland, "were trying to make sure we couldn't help. So it's not...all bad, at least."
She paused, which was a good time for Blackstone to stop for a moment, too. And she was backing up in the cell for a moment before trying to charge it and break through it with her shoulder, and Rosa sucked in a very, very deep breath.
At this point, she might just have to try to knock her unconscious for her own good. If she could even do that.
"Still pretty bad, though," she added. "But I don't think anyone's looking to hold a couple of dumb kids accountable, especially not when there's more important things, like fixing it, to focus on."
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He flinched bodily at the sound of a body against bars, and then stared down at the floor, feeling... cold, like all of the blood had left him, even without the help of any vampires.
"How can I help?"
He wasn't a fighter.
He saw things people didn't see. He spoke to people that nobody else could speak to.
Fighter? Nope.
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"Can you answer phones?" she asked.
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They rang, you picked up, you said hello, you took a message. Rinse, repeat.
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"There you go, then," Rosa said. "You can help out here, with the phones, or if anyone comes in, while I go check out things at the town hall. Keep an eye on her," she cocked her head toward Blackstone; that'll give him some food for thought, stick him with the feral vampire and a couple of troopers for an hour or two, "call me or send Calvin to get me if it's anything important or dire. Think you can handle that at least long enough for me to check in with everyone there?"
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"I..." Norman looked square at the feral thing that once had been Amaya, wide-eyed, and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I can handle that."
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Okay, now you were just being mean to the poor guy, Rosa.
Especially considering that if she found out he did actually taze Blackstone, she'd be tempted to kick his ass. She didn't even care if he was, like, twelve.
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And then stared at Rosa.
And then stared at the taser.
"I... think I'll just trust that the troopers have it handled," he said, wide-eyed. "But thanks."
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"Sure, kid," she said, and that actually worked better, because she wouldn't have felt an ounce of guilt over kicking one of the troopers' asses, she might have felt bad about punching a kid. Maybe. She glanced a moment over to the holding cell to remind herself that there were more important things than making already squriming kids squrim some more, and nodded, grabbing what she needed before heading out.
"Good luck," she offered. "This shouldn't," hopefully, "be too long."
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Waited for the phone to ring.
Felt a little sick about pretty much everything.
And quietly murmured apologies to Amaya every time she made her presence known.
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Every so often, though, she seemed to tire enough to settle down, breathing heavily, clinging to the bars, with her unfocused gaze darting around as if looking for some other solution but not having the wherewithall to parse it out. But then all it took was one small movement from the troopers, something to catch her attention here or there, to set her off again to renew her efforts.
She was likely to regret it all in less than twenty four hours, but for now, her drive at this point to find sustitence of any kind was completely and utterly insatiable.