07-14-2017, 01:17 PM
"Hm? Where'd... both of them go?" Caira knew something was up when she realized neither Zack or Gary was around.
Her search began and ended swiftly. Above one layer of the ship the knight sensed the familiar forms of the two bantering men and Caira knelt painfully to the ground, feeling the crunch of her bruised ribs and pressed her palm to the cold steel. She picked up every vibration, that of sound as well. To her dismay.
After just a few words, anger rose in her. "Those idiots!" that was the equivalent to a monk cursing. She was infuriated! She was... Immobilized. A wave of disappointment flooded her senses. Her eyes glittered to the side. It was her fault, though some part of her argued it was inevitable.
Still, even if she moved now, her crippled body wouldn't make it to Zack and Gary in time to stop them from hurting each other. She was forced to ride it out. So she listened.
Gary was far off-base from reality, but the empathetic girl could easily see he was coming from pure emotion. Fear and desperation so as not to have to live the painful events of whatever had scarred his life, yet again.
Zack had buckled him. There was truth in both their words but Gary was acting too erratically. The girl sighed with relief as the static-heat of the onset of battle subsided. Though she was left wondering if Gary would have followed through on his word had Zack taken the chance to slay the captain and end their boyish rivalry.
She hoped the answer was no. That it was all words and testosterone of the two males trying to figure out who had bigger balls.
Zack was a good guy, and on their side.
Gary had to have seen that and had no forefront reason to extinguish him. She was glad he'd seen reason she wouldn't have wanted to have to pin the old captain down and waste more of their time. With a realizing nudge, she remembered that she had to be at the meeting before them, so as not to look suspicious she hastily stood up and hustled out of the room, feeling the proximity of their vibrations separated by a single steel panel. She and Zack were next-in-neck and the race continued. Gary had disappeared with a smear to his own vibration, vanishing like fluffy smoke.
The metallic planking of her lumbering feet carried her through the steel doorways, where she ducked as she passed through, having done it much more swiftly than the man a level below her, for he needed to be more careful with his gigantic Buster Sword.
Advantage!
Caira "ran" and stumbled into the meeting room, labcoats looked around to see what the heck had happened were not surprised to see it was a prime that had made the zinging uproar of tripping commotion.
And her momentum kept carrying her. Balance wasn't something she'd acquired much back since her first initial injury. One of the scientists had swooped in from above, catching her in his arms an inch before he face would slammed into the corner of a control panel, and three feet before she would've plundered into the steel floor.
Her body moved with a rush of speed and she was pulled into the man's chest, much like the swift moves of a tango styled dance. Her eyes met with Jad's familiar face and she blinked in surprise, especially when he didn't initially let her go, his arms were placed around her back, how that had happened she couldn't even rewind the sequence in her head, "You alright?"
Caira nodded, feeling abrupt, wordless, awkward embarrassment. This was not the way Prime leaders such as she should be seen to the crew.
"I may have saved your life once again," Clowney laughed in amusement, the joke was lighthearted. Meant to be taken with the similar sort of humor you'd witness at a plush nicknack store.
To add to the embarrassment, Zack had seen the whole thing and when he'd attempted to nonchalantly enter the room anyway. Acutely distracted, the hilt of his sword pinched the metal doorway with a clamorous CLINK!
Caira cleared her throat, "You can uh... Let go now."
"You're really not the most stable on your feet," Jad observed and instead of letting her go, he picked her carefully up, carried her bridal style, and delivered her to a rolling office chair. "To ensure a safe recovery. Doctor's orders." His humor continued, "Plus, it has wheels!"
Caira smiled at his kindness, but her rib was still aching, but her mind even more so, with the uncomfortable thought of being too close to anyone unexpectedly. "Thank you." The knight accepted politely and Gary poofed into the room with his demonic shade.
Zack's eyes fixed on the captain seriously, Caira debated her course of action and decided to observe the situation from a distance rather than let either of them know she had heard.
Remember Caira, you're just the injured girl now. she had remind herself that her opinion still mattered, perhaps even the most. This was her mission.
The meeting would start shortly, Caira could tell by the way Gary was craning his next to view the nearest analog clock.
A phone rang unexpectedly. There was a tossing glance around the room as the chimes fell in waves over the room full of people, much like a radar. Eventually they pinpointed it back to her. It was in Caira's pocket.
The playful fun had ended as the invisible tint of color drained from her cheeks once more as she saw the contact's name.
"Oh... I guess I have to take this then... Uh, privately," she said awkwardly and started to stand.
"I'll roll you out," Zack appeared behind her and followed through on his stated mission.
"Hello?... Yes, yes it's me.... Your son?... Ugh, that's a pain... Well hey when I get back I'll come. Listen don't do anything I wouldn't do... In that case I would have to banish you... Yeah I'm serious... Yes I can tell if you're lying, which you are... Ugh it isn't a super power! Listen this isn't a good time, and to be honest I'm surprise I have service out here. Technology isn't magic, after all... You WHAT?!" that was the first time Caira had raised her voice in a basic conversation that Zack had heard.
"Listen, I'll find him. I'm partially responsible, I guess. Just don't turn yourself into a vampire. That was really stupid... Huh? I'll remove your curse myself... Yes I can tell you're still cursed, but it's much less now, half of it was taken off. Plus you know you were able to call. It was probably cast by two users, and we warded off the one half... Those traitors! Listen we are going to have a loooong conversation with your son when I get back. For now I'm just trying to do what I know is right. I suggest you do the same... Yes, yes I'll be there... Haha I'm sure Omni would have sent his regards had you not buried me and left me to die. Water under the bridge. No, Omni didn't send me home, if he had I wouldn't be lucky enough to be talking to you right now.... Yeah yeah, sure it does... A hoard of storm troopers?... Well don't kill them!.. Well I don't know what else you're supposed to do, you're the one with the freaky mind powers!... Kay, bye."
Her conversation had pretty much echoed through the ship, Zack had stood there, immobilized to being her wheelchair driver.
"You're one strange girl," he said affectionately and rolled her back to the meeting.
Jad gave both of them a shining thumbs up for using the rollie chair.
The meeting soon commenced... And then concluded with full silence.
That was the plan. They were to follow whether they liked it or not.
Caira wanted to go above deck, get some fresh air after the stuffy seriousness of the meeting. Luckily she'd found a way just like last time that didn't strain her on the way up. Zack followed wanting a mental break before their imminent last stand.
"So who was that on the phone?" He made conversation and was curious considering some of the subject matter was... Strange but not entirely out of place considering this was the Omniverse.
"Hmm..." Caira struggled for the right word, "Old friend."
"Who buried you alive?" My, Zack had a keen ear.
"It's complicated," she smirked. "His curse made him do it."
"That's what they all say," Zack replied with a smile.
Her search began and ended swiftly. Above one layer of the ship the knight sensed the familiar forms of the two bantering men and Caira knelt painfully to the ground, feeling the crunch of her bruised ribs and pressed her palm to the cold steel. She picked up every vibration, that of sound as well. To her dismay.
After just a few words, anger rose in her. "Those idiots!" that was the equivalent to a monk cursing. She was infuriated! She was... Immobilized. A wave of disappointment flooded her senses. Her eyes glittered to the side. It was her fault, though some part of her argued it was inevitable.
Still, even if she moved now, her crippled body wouldn't make it to Zack and Gary in time to stop them from hurting each other. She was forced to ride it out. So she listened.
Gary was far off-base from reality, but the empathetic girl could easily see he was coming from pure emotion. Fear and desperation so as not to have to live the painful events of whatever had scarred his life, yet again.
Zack had buckled him. There was truth in both their words but Gary was acting too erratically. The girl sighed with relief as the static-heat of the onset of battle subsided. Though she was left wondering if Gary would have followed through on his word had Zack taken the chance to slay the captain and end their boyish rivalry.
She hoped the answer was no. That it was all words and testosterone of the two males trying to figure out who had bigger balls.
Zack was a good guy, and on their side.
Gary had to have seen that and had no forefront reason to extinguish him. She was glad he'd seen reason she wouldn't have wanted to have to pin the old captain down and waste more of their time. With a realizing nudge, she remembered that she had to be at the meeting before them, so as not to look suspicious she hastily stood up and hustled out of the room, feeling the proximity of their vibrations separated by a single steel panel. She and Zack were next-in-neck and the race continued. Gary had disappeared with a smear to his own vibration, vanishing like fluffy smoke.
The metallic planking of her lumbering feet carried her through the steel doorways, where she ducked as she passed through, having done it much more swiftly than the man a level below her, for he needed to be more careful with his gigantic Buster Sword.
Advantage!
Caira "ran" and stumbled into the meeting room, labcoats looked around to see what the heck had happened were not surprised to see it was a prime that had made the zinging uproar of tripping commotion.
And her momentum kept carrying her. Balance wasn't something she'd acquired much back since her first initial injury. One of the scientists had swooped in from above, catching her in his arms an inch before he face would slammed into the corner of a control panel, and three feet before she would've plundered into the steel floor.
Her body moved with a rush of speed and she was pulled into the man's chest, much like the swift moves of a tango styled dance. Her eyes met with Jad's familiar face and she blinked in surprise, especially when he didn't initially let her go, his arms were placed around her back, how that had happened she couldn't even rewind the sequence in her head, "You alright?"
Caira nodded, feeling abrupt, wordless, awkward embarrassment. This was not the way Prime leaders such as she should be seen to the crew.
"I may have saved your life once again," Clowney laughed in amusement, the joke was lighthearted. Meant to be taken with the similar sort of humor you'd witness at a plush nicknack store.
To add to the embarrassment, Zack had seen the whole thing and when he'd attempted to nonchalantly enter the room anyway. Acutely distracted, the hilt of his sword pinched the metal doorway with a clamorous CLINK!
Caira cleared her throat, "You can uh... Let go now."
"You're really not the most stable on your feet," Jad observed and instead of letting her go, he picked her carefully up, carried her bridal style, and delivered her to a rolling office chair. "To ensure a safe recovery. Doctor's orders." His humor continued, "Plus, it has wheels!"
Caira smiled at his kindness, but her rib was still aching, but her mind even more so, with the uncomfortable thought of being too close to anyone unexpectedly. "Thank you." The knight accepted politely and Gary poofed into the room with his demonic shade.
Zack's eyes fixed on the captain seriously, Caira debated her course of action and decided to observe the situation from a distance rather than let either of them know she had heard.
Remember Caira, you're just the injured girl now. she had remind herself that her opinion still mattered, perhaps even the most. This was her mission.
The meeting would start shortly, Caira could tell by the way Gary was craning his next to view the nearest analog clock.
A phone rang unexpectedly. There was a tossing glance around the room as the chimes fell in waves over the room full of people, much like a radar. Eventually they pinpointed it back to her. It was in Caira's pocket.
The playful fun had ended as the invisible tint of color drained from her cheeks once more as she saw the contact's name.
"Oh... I guess I have to take this then... Uh, privately," she said awkwardly and started to stand.
"I'll roll you out," Zack appeared behind her and followed through on his stated mission.
"Hello?... Yes, yes it's me.... Your son?... Ugh, that's a pain... Well hey when I get back I'll come. Listen don't do anything I wouldn't do... In that case I would have to banish you... Yeah I'm serious... Yes I can tell if you're lying, which you are... Ugh it isn't a super power! Listen this isn't a good time, and to be honest I'm surprise I have service out here. Technology isn't magic, after all... You WHAT?!" that was the first time Caira had raised her voice in a basic conversation that Zack had heard.
"Listen, I'll find him. I'm partially responsible, I guess. Just don't turn yourself into a vampire. That was really stupid... Huh? I'll remove your curse myself... Yes I can tell you're still cursed, but it's much less now, half of it was taken off. Plus you know you were able to call. It was probably cast by two users, and we warded off the one half... Those traitors! Listen we are going to have a loooong conversation with your son when I get back. For now I'm just trying to do what I know is right. I suggest you do the same... Yes, yes I'll be there... Haha I'm sure Omni would have sent his regards had you not buried me and left me to die. Water under the bridge. No, Omni didn't send me home, if he had I wouldn't be lucky enough to be talking to you right now.... Yeah yeah, sure it does... A hoard of storm troopers?... Well don't kill them!.. Well I don't know what else you're supposed to do, you're the one with the freaky mind powers!... Kay, bye."
Her conversation had pretty much echoed through the ship, Zack had stood there, immobilized to being her wheelchair driver.
"You're one strange girl," he said affectionately and rolled her back to the meeting.
Jad gave both of them a shining thumbs up for using the rollie chair.
The meeting soon commenced... And then concluded with full silence.
That was the plan. They were to follow whether they liked it or not.
Caira wanted to go above deck, get some fresh air after the stuffy seriousness of the meeting. Luckily she'd found a way just like last time that didn't strain her on the way up. Zack followed wanting a mental break before their imminent last stand.
"So who was that on the phone?" He made conversation and was curious considering some of the subject matter was... Strange but not entirely out of place considering this was the Omniverse.
"Hmm..." Caira struggled for the right word, "Old friend."
"Who buried you alive?" My, Zack had a keen ear.
"It's complicated," she smirked. "His curse made him do it."
"That's what they all say," Zack replied with a smile.
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