Post by illirica on Aug 10, 2022 22:09:52 GMT
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This was... unexpected. Chromerecker wasn't sure what she had expected, but having three people in an elevator somehow wasn't it. The man was right - she had no idea what he was capable of. It was entirely possible that he could survive just fine if she dropped the elevator. She didn't think she could, but he didn't need to know that.
There were a lot of things that people didn't need to know. She'd been much more open, once. It had been nice. She missed that version of herself, the young woman who'd given her all to everything - who'd been enthusiastic and cheerful and convinced that everything was going well and would work out fine.
Things were different now, though. She'd changed. Older. She didn't know about wiser. More jaded, anyway. If nothing else, she'd learned that things didn't work out unless you made them - and if you were just going along with the flow, someone else was going to change things up and you'd be the one taking the fall for it.
The elevator door closed again, with the young woman entering as well. Her voice was chipper. Easygoing. She reminded Chromewrecker so much of her younger self that it was painful. She glanced down, then up again when the woman started, quite surprisingly, waving a gun around.
Well, not so much waving it; she was keeping it hidden under her shirt. It was possible that it was something else, but it was metal and gun shaped and full of things that were metal and bullet shaped. Chromewrecker's metal sense wasn't 100% by any means - people tended to think of those sorts of senses as able to do anything. Hers was more like any other sense - you'd probably see a car barreling towards you at high speed, you might not see a nickel on the ground. You'd hear someone talking right behind you - more so if you listened in - you might miss someone talking at a crowded concert. The closer it was or the bigger it was, the easier it was to spot. Some shapes stuck in her memory better than others, kind of like some things attracted the eye or the ear more than others.
To this knowledge, Chromewrecker responded with only a smile. It seemed the girl wasn't entirely helpless. She'd have liked to know how the girl got it on the plane though. There were plenty of people who'd turn a blind eye in a private jet, but that was usually for the owner's sidepiece, not his sidepiece's sidepiece. Still, she didn't want to out the girl right now - or herself - so better to keep her mouth shut.
Guns didn't scare her. She could have gotten rid of it if she'd wanted to, but there wouldn't have been any point in that. Besides, she wasn't going to let the girl walk into whatever this was unarmed - that just seemed wrong, somehow. She moved, calmly, reaching forward and pushing the elevator button for the ground floor. It shuddered around the three of them, and started its descent.
"So, Standoff... what can you do?"
There were a lot of things that people didn't need to know. She'd been much more open, once. It had been nice. She missed that version of herself, the young woman who'd given her all to everything - who'd been enthusiastic and cheerful and convinced that everything was going well and would work out fine.
Things were different now, though. She'd changed. Older. She didn't know about wiser. More jaded, anyway. If nothing else, she'd learned that things didn't work out unless you made them - and if you were just going along with the flow, someone else was going to change things up and you'd be the one taking the fall for it.
The elevator door closed again, with the young woman entering as well. Her voice was chipper. Easygoing. She reminded Chromewrecker so much of her younger self that it was painful. She glanced down, then up again when the woman started, quite surprisingly, waving a gun around.
Well, not so much waving it; she was keeping it hidden under her shirt. It was possible that it was something else, but it was metal and gun shaped and full of things that were metal and bullet shaped. Chromewrecker's metal sense wasn't 100% by any means - people tended to think of those sorts of senses as able to do anything. Hers was more like any other sense - you'd probably see a car barreling towards you at high speed, you might not see a nickel on the ground. You'd hear someone talking right behind you - more so if you listened in - you might miss someone talking at a crowded concert. The closer it was or the bigger it was, the easier it was to spot. Some shapes stuck in her memory better than others, kind of like some things attracted the eye or the ear more than others.
To this knowledge, Chromewrecker responded with only a smile. It seemed the girl wasn't entirely helpless. She'd have liked to know how the girl got it on the plane though. There were plenty of people who'd turn a blind eye in a private jet, but that was usually for the owner's sidepiece, not his sidepiece's sidepiece. Still, she didn't want to out the girl right now - or herself - so better to keep her mouth shut.
Guns didn't scare her. She could have gotten rid of it if she'd wanted to, but there wouldn't have been any point in that. Besides, she wasn't going to let the girl walk into whatever this was unarmed - that just seemed wrong, somehow. She moved, calmly, reaching forward and pushing the elevator button for the ground floor. It shuddered around the three of them, and started its descent.
"So, Standoff... what can you do?"