Elaine Winters & Alexstrasza Lockhart
Location: Pinefall High Main Building - Cafeteria
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 08.09.1994 (THU)
Weather: Overcast
Travis frowned at the other young man.
"... Complication? As in?"
The shaggy-haired young man, one who had to be around 18 or 19, let out a vague noise and flapped his arms a bit, showing that his sleeves went almost past his fingertips. Looking at it, his wardrobe seemed almost too-carefully chosen, to the point that it was clear that he wasn't just dressing in whatever, but had actually painstakingly chosen each article of clothing to give an image of a stylish drifter of sorts. It was the style that had its name coined not too long ago, one called "grunge"... but some ten years later, another similar term would appear to replace it - hipster.
Now this grunge-inspired young man seemed to have no proper answer for his accomplice.
"There was... uh... a break-in. Yesterday. At the hospital. Somebody was at the basement. I couldn't go snooping around, since they had guards posted," the young man finally replied. "It was apparently some Fed that was visiting that noticed it - informed the hospital staff. So, I was... stuck in the lobby... not really able to go anywhere. They're running a tight ship..."
He sighed in a bit of theatrical melancholy and played with a lock of his hair, looking rather disappointed.
Travis, whose hair was still wet from swimming, sat down on the pile of pool equipment and bit his thumb in clear frustration.
"The hell they're hiding in there...? First the kid from last night, now that? Wonder if there's some connection?" Travis muttered, more to himself than his aloof companion. "Still... she's a big name in pharmaceutics. Even in the boonies like this, ain't no way in hell that she can just up and disappear."
The other youth tilted his head like a scarecrow.
"... Not everyone is a pharma-nerd like you, you know?"
For his efforts, the other boy got a pool noodle thrown at him.
"Shut it, Noah! I ain't asking for your opinions!" Travis growled, glaring at the other guy. "... Anyways. Any word from Toronto?"
Still struggling with his pool toy, the other man managed to shake his head while trying to regain his balance and not splash down into the pool.
"... N-nope! DRDC is mum, as usual. You know how they a-are..."
Travis sighed, fishing up a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up, letting the smoke reach for the ceiling.
"Goddammit... this is why I hate the government..."
Meanwhile, behind the door, Subaru shot a warning glance to both Elaine and Alexstrasza. While they were hearing some strange and interesting stuff, it was only a matter of time before they'd get caught. After all, while Travis and the other youth (named Noah, apparently) were still focused on each other, that could change in a heartbeat. In other words, now it was time to make a choice.
Should they risk it and listen in some more?
Or should they retreat for now?
Prushka & Vivienne Bianchi
Location: Abandoned Cabin
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 08.09.1994 (THU)
Weather: Overcast
"H-huh? Right..."
Ahti's response to Vivienne's quiet words was a momentary confusion and it came out a little bit awkward. He hadn't even really noticed that the girl had done the deed, and was now staring at the spot where he had been pricked with the needle somewhat dumbfounded. He touched it with his hand gingerly, as if expecting to find blood or perhaps weirded out that the girl had used her handkerchief to clean that spot up. Then, showcasing that same awkwardness, his single eye flashed towards Vivienne, and for a moment, he seemed to be studying the girl in under some new sort of light before muttering...
"... Thanks. Or whatever."
Even in gratitude, he managed to sound grumpy.
But at the very least he had shown some gratitude?
Still, before the situation could get any more awkward, Prushka spoke up once more, and things were more or less back to business again. Ahti didn't really offer much in terms of answers, only grunting something about being "a tough son of a bitch - tougher than it expected" when it came to Prushka's comment about the knight. Afterwards, he was handed a map and a pen, and as per Prushka's request, he started marking down the locations that he had mentioned earlier... though he did seem to have some trouble understanding the map in the first place. It almost looked like he had no proper understanding of the abstractions of the map, and had to be told which location was which so that he could use them as a reference for his own markings.
It was not until the subject of vegetables came up that he finally let out a proper response.
That being...
"Like hell am I gonna eat any rabbit-food!"
... Or so he protested, actually snarling like an animal and chomping his sharp teeth for good measure.
Still, things were being relatively peaceful for a change.
At least, until the subject of entertainment, and especially comics, came up.
Ahti stared at Prushka with that one, singular, ice blue, annoyed eye of his. He stared and stared, glaring a hole through the girl's head while a low growl started emanating from within him. And when that sound was getting sufficiently loud enough he set his pen aside, scratched his gauzes a bit (he had been scratching them every now and then after the needle, almost like he was getting itchy) before finally answering...Originally Posted by Smugshka
"... I read Roope Ankka, you Imp. Don Rosa is a national treasure and 'The Argonaut of the White Agony Creek' is fucking modern Shakespeare your kiddie brain is too small to understand," Ahti Jalopeura growled, leaning in closer till he was almost ready to headbutt Prushka. "You might still be in the age where you read about musclemen in spandex and drool over them, but believe me - some of us got over it already."
Suddenly, there was a dangerous flash in that blue eye.
"We like actual stories instead of your American trash."
Then.
Without a warning.
The young man pulled back and brought his freed hand forward...!
FUMPH!
And threw a moldy pillow straight at Prushka's unguarded face!