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"There isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here!"
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 16, 2020 1:00:19 GMT -5
Not a big deal? It was pretty sad to see this display to her, but she reminded herself that it was truly none of her business. She closed her locker and began to follow him. Like usual her mind wandered, she was recalling 'friends' of hers that had died, well comrades she assumed. How she never paid them mind and now it might be a different situation.
"So," she began, "how is life now that you are in a way a free man?"
"If we're being honest, same as it was before just way more official." He joked with a light tone as they walked, mentally thanking her for not pushing the issue further. Although he joked it was partially true, down times weren't really a thing, it was usually mission after mission with rest periods of maybe about twelve hours. Then again he didn't really put in for time off, he kept throwing it off as a joke which made tomorrow something odd, it was his first official day off so what in the world was he even going to do with himself then? Besides of course escort Harmony to Alice's old hide away. "I've been doing stuff like this in some way or another since pretty much all my life. The whole; raiding labs, collecting assets, VIP's, and taking down targets I mean."
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 16, 2020 20:30:44 GMT -5
"You need a hobby and social life," Harmony said fiddling with the zipper on her jacket and finally got it hooked and zipped it half way, "then again it sounds like your hobby is just breaking things in one way or another, which sounds like work, so that's neither here nor there in my books. Perhaps take up golfing, I hear that's very relaxing and therapeutic."
She of course was kidding, the lost art of golfing wasn't coming back any time soon she hoped, she remembered one of the lab technicians loving the game and would watch it on the break TV every day when they took a break, she was exposed to the greatness of Tiger Woods and never got to witness his zombification while cheating on his wife with an escort.
He laughed a little, "Hobbies are for people who actually have time to spare. I've got tomorrow off and I've already agreed to take you on a date to Alice's old hide out." He tossed her a wink and then laughed a little, that was not only bold but a little embarrassing he guided her down the halls to his quarters. "Here we are." He said placing his hand on the reader and the door chimed open. As soon as the door opened the lights, though dim naturally just because he hated super bright florescent lights came on and gave a dull, calming glow to the room which seemed to manage to illuminate everything.
The bed was a typical bed, the room had a inn table with drawers and sink and mirror with a bathroom, mostly just a toilet attached to a small room. Yup, it was a pretty basic quarters but to be honest he didn't really need anything else. He walking in over to the table and pulled open the bottom drawer and popped out two bottles of booze. One was clear and the other brown. "So we've Tyrant proof whiskey or Tyrant proof tequila. I'm not a fan of tequila myself but it's for guests and company." He grabbed out two glass cups and set them on the table.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 18, 2020 18:09:38 GMT -5
His room was generic, kind of boring, your basic "I sleep here" kind of place. She didn't know what she was expecting but he sat the two bottles down and she kind of winced at the idea of getting drunk of Tequila but then remembered her days before the augments sharing whiskey with Birkin and becoming a complete bitch. This wasn't going to end up well on her stomach the next day no matter what.
"Oh mercy on me," she said and sat down in a chair, "I guess I'll be doing Tequila, it'll be better for you if I'm not a moody bitch."
She let out a little laugh. It felt odd to her to even laugh at such a casual thought, she couldn't really remember the last time she just sat down with someone else and enjoyed a night out.
"Okay so tequila for you then." He joked as he poured her a glass, he poured himself some whiskey and sat down on the bed. "I've gotta warn you, this stuff tastes like fucking jet fuel but it actually gets people like us drunk." He passed her the glass of tequila and he grabbed his whiskey, holding his glass up to toast with her. This was both nice and weird at the same time. More nice than weird, usually he and the others would've literally just passed around bottles and drained through about five just to get a buzz.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 18, 2020 18:29:55 GMT -5
She stared at the glass as he mentioned it tastes like jet fuel, he was raising his glass and she was just staring at hers, "oh boy."
Harmony grabbed the glass and lightly clanked it with his, sat hers back down for half a second and raised it to her mouth and immediately moved it away, the smell made her face twist in agony, "fuck sake. Might as well just drink moonshine and start a car with the shit."
He laughed a bit at her comment. "No it's not the best, but it's really all I could get my hands on because this place is usually dry." He took a moment put the cup to his lips slamming it back in one and grimacing at the burn as he shook his head back and fourth rapidly. "You stop feeling the burn after about two though so that's nice I guess." He joked wiping his eyes and coughing a bit as he poured himself another drink, this one to sip on a little bit.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 18, 2020 23:33:07 GMT -5
She continued to look at the glass in her hand with a worried face, "I've a bad feeling about this."
Harmony put it to her lips and held her breath and tipped it back into her mouth and immediately swallowed and began coughing, "are you fucking serious, jet fuel? No, that shit tastes like literal rocket fuel mixed with tequila diluted with plutonium contaminated water and filtered through the dirt of Chernobyl."
Her eyes were watering as she sat the glass down and wiped the tears from her eyes, "good lord."
"Yeah it's not the easiest to drink." He laughed at her reaction, the truth was the alcohol content in these things was enough to probably kill a normal person but because his body processed the shit so fast he had to have something a little more potent and he was pretty sure she might've been the same way. He chuckled behind his cup still amused by her reaction as he slammed his back and his face twisted in a grimace. That was drink two, he could feel the back of his throat going numb which meant the next ones weren't going to be as rough as he coughed a bit. He poured himself another drink and set the bottle down, offering her the bottle of tequila.
"So at this point usually there's a conversation, but I'm going to be honest I don't really know where to start. So maybe just ask questions I guess." He was waiting to take the next drink, after all despite the fact that he could slam them back a still drink people under the table he wasn't trying to do that with her.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 19, 2020 0:25:19 GMT -5
She stared at her empty glass with an expression of concern on her face, would it fill itself back up or was this a poison she would have to pour for herself? With the way it tasted she almost expected it to fill on its own but alas it never did so and she reached across the table and took the bottle of tequila and with hesitation tipped it and filled her glass.
"Salude," she said sat the glass down and picked it up and tipped it into her mouth and swallowed. She was simply doing shots at this point since it was the most efficient way to drink something that tasted like shoe polish mixed with flaming tar, she was once again wiping the tears out of her eyes when he mentioned the conversation, "I'm not good with small talk or with questions so you're shit out of luck if you chose me as a drinking partner for my conversation skills."
"To be honest I was just trying not to look like an alcoholic." He poured himself another glass and tossed it back like the other. Patting his chest with his fist as he choked it down. God if only LJ knew he was alive, he'd be able to make a call and just get some actual good shit. Not this devil's piss water, though honestly he was starting to catch a bit of a buzz now, a fake one which usually went away within a few seconds but it was showing signs of working.
"I've got to have someone make a run to get some actual decent shit. This is torture." He laughed, but he laughed to hide the fact that he was crying inside as he poured himself another glass. He hesitated a bit on that one, only slamming about half of the cup back before setting the glass down, he'd come back to it later. So what's the deal with your augmentations? Like what's the max you've been able to push yourself?"
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 19, 2020 0:39:57 GMT -5
"My augments aren't like yours even if they are what created what augments you have," Harmony said pouring another glass, "instead of a virus being the result of my genetic code changing and my evolution, I have something in me that has altered the fibers in my muscles, my blood, my genetics, and everything about me replacing piece by piece over time to create what I am now."
She tipped back the glass of tequila and slammed the glass down hard letting out a harsh breath then wiped her mouth with her palm, "I have no known blood type, my hair doesn't grow longer, it regenerates like the rest of me, I can see in the dark without needing instruments, and I can manifest physical appendages at will."
As she said that her glass was lifted off the table by something that caught the light, it almost looked like an arm with a hand yet its form changed rapidly as she took the glass from it and it disappeared almost like vapor, "And as far as I can tell, I have never hit my limit."
"That's interesting," He watched what transpired with her with interest before slamming back the rest of his cup and doing the same thing she did but with the back of his hand. "For years we thought it was some different level of telekinesis." He poured himself another glass and fell quiet, once the glass was full he spoke up. "Do you suffer from sleeping problems too?" He scooped the glass from the table and held it between his hands. "Like I've been plagued with nightmares for as long as I can remember but lately, since they brought me back trying to actually get more than maybe an hour or two of sleep seems damn near impossible."
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 19, 2020 0:52:10 GMT -5
"No," she said in reply the bottle of tequila lifted off the table and poured itself into the glass and then the glass lifted off the table and she grabbed it, "I sleep well. The nightmares were a side effect of the Genus Virum altering the chemicals that affect sleep patterns. The Grace series suffered from night terrors but they don't require more than an hour of sleep to be back on their feet at full energy."
She reluctantly took another shot and sat the glass down, she took a very slow deep breath in and let it out, "this sucks. All I can taste is this."