Post by Maverick on Aug 11, 2022 15:58:07 GMT
"Earn."
Lethe hated when Erwin said that. He said earn as though this whole was Radeka's personal. She disliked the hatred in Psi's voice that had seemed to make it clear that he'd allowed Radeka under his skin. She hated the fact that Radeka still had her merry band. Even though they could have been dismantled by the present, it was risky to do so. Particularly given what they had. The woman had stopped as her creatures were now slain. And the event was put to an end. But had they truly won as she stood there as smug as when the event began, going off against everyone in a way. Yet still it had yielded at least some measure of result.
It became clear that Radeka then, didn't just amuse herself. It wasn't just the act of what she did. But the show of it. The attention. The reaction she had gotten out of it. To her, boos may as well have been applause. And then there it was. The message. The meaning. To her this seemed like art. And Lethe could tell easily that the discontent on her face as she mocked the world was something genuine. There was at least a bit of truth to it. Contrary to a popular belief, people did tend to come together during particular catastrophes. Natural disasters were a good example of it. Coming together to invade another country was very often a bad one of it.
And yet as she said that, she couldn't help but look around at all the corpses. At all the people who did come here together simply to enjoy something. And she'd ruined it. Killing people was one thing, but she did it utterly unapologetically. And just for the attempt to prove a point.
When the substance had ended and the flash had come to take it's place, the mental effort ceased. Lethe rolled her eyes as Radeka had begun to bow and now turned her attention to something she had found more important. As she looked at him, her warm smile would return. And she would answer his question. "Yep. That's me. And what should I call you?" At that moment, Lethe held the man perhaps a little bit tightly as she grinned at him. Behind the smile, she was one who could almost seem to sense weakness. She was hurt but she knew of the extent of her injuries. She could walk and ultimately she herself wasn't going to need a hospital visit. He on the other hand was much more hurt than she was. And she didn't want him to simply collapse on the floor and pass out somewhere in an alleyway.
"I have a ride. Come on. You can ride shotgun. And then we're going somewhere." She said it in a way that almost sounded like a command. "If you need it, we can go to the hospital. But if you're the healing factor type as I would expect from someone who'd rip off an arm and talk smack a couple minutes later then...my place. Would drop you off at my warehouse but no AC sadly." She said. But her eyes shifted from him to another for a moment.
I recognize that dog.
Lethe saw the man with fury and anger painted on his face. And she watched him walk away. She sighed. And then returned her attention to the one she was supporting. She wasn't going to yank him hard enough for him to get hurt.
"Let's go." She said. Her mind moved forward. And there was a map of tasks ahead of her. Psi. John. And a published recollection of events.
I'll have to push sleep a little bit farther back.
Lethe hated when Erwin said that. He said earn as though this whole was Radeka's personal. She disliked the hatred in Psi's voice that had seemed to make it clear that he'd allowed Radeka under his skin. She hated the fact that Radeka still had her merry band. Even though they could have been dismantled by the present, it was risky to do so. Particularly given what they had. The woman had stopped as her creatures were now slain. And the event was put to an end. But had they truly won as she stood there as smug as when the event began, going off against everyone in a way. Yet still it had yielded at least some measure of result.
It became clear that Radeka then, didn't just amuse herself. It wasn't just the act of what she did. But the show of it. The attention. The reaction she had gotten out of it. To her, boos may as well have been applause. And then there it was. The message. The meaning. To her this seemed like art. And Lethe could tell easily that the discontent on her face as she mocked the world was something genuine. There was at least a bit of truth to it. Contrary to a popular belief, people did tend to come together during particular catastrophes. Natural disasters were a good example of it. Coming together to invade another country was very often a bad one of it.
And yet as she said that, she couldn't help but look around at all the corpses. At all the people who did come here together simply to enjoy something. And she'd ruined it. Killing people was one thing, but she did it utterly unapologetically. And just for the attempt to prove a point.
When the substance had ended and the flash had come to take it's place, the mental effort ceased. Lethe rolled her eyes as Radeka had begun to bow and now turned her attention to something she had found more important. As she looked at him, her warm smile would return. And she would answer his question. "Yep. That's me. And what should I call you?" At that moment, Lethe held the man perhaps a little bit tightly as she grinned at him. Behind the smile, she was one who could almost seem to sense weakness. She was hurt but she knew of the extent of her injuries. She could walk and ultimately she herself wasn't going to need a hospital visit. He on the other hand was much more hurt than she was. And she didn't want him to simply collapse on the floor and pass out somewhere in an alleyway.
"I have a ride. Come on. You can ride shotgun. And then we're going somewhere." She said it in a way that almost sounded like a command. "If you need it, we can go to the hospital. But if you're the healing factor type as I would expect from someone who'd rip off an arm and talk smack a couple minutes later then...my place. Would drop you off at my warehouse but no AC sadly." She said. But her eyes shifted from him to another for a moment.
I recognize that dog.
Lethe saw the man with fury and anger painted on his face. And she watched him walk away. She sighed. And then returned her attention to the one she was supporting. She wasn't going to yank him hard enough for him to get hurt.
"Let's go." She said. Her mind moved forward. And there was a map of tasks ahead of her. Psi. John. And a published recollection of events.
I'll have to push sleep a little bit farther back.