outsiderslogs | beefin' over turf.

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npc: blood pack

beefin' over turf.

who. The Blood Pack and YOU.
what. This band of mercs is attempting to gain more ground on Omega, and they aren't exactly doing it by asking nicely.
where. Various places around the station.
when. Now.
warnings. Violence. Krogan. Vorcha. You know, the usual.

A lot of things are going to change around here. At least, if the Blood Pack has anything to say about it.

Ever since that whole fiasco with the station's water supplies, the pyjaks and the varren - and especially since those Talons had been murdered - they're thinking that this is their time to start moving in. People are scared, unsure of what to do. And most of these mercenaries are thinking that it's the perfect time to scare them right out of their territory and move right on in.

In this log, any participating characters are going to find themselves accosted by members of the Blood Pack. It's not going to be pretty, and they're most likely not going to give up until your character yields. It doesn't really matter where you are, what you're doing, if you're minding your own business. The point is, they want what you have, and they aren't going to stop until they have what they want.

Whether your characters put up a fight or let the Blood Pack have what they want is up to you - but the point remains that they cannot be allowed to take over the district. That won't end well for anyone.

Note: If you would like any sort of NPC interaction with your characters, please drop us a note, either here or via PM. As mods, we would love to see it played out, but we'd like to plot out what you need to know beforehand in case things get caught up on our end. In addition, if you have an idea you're welcome to NPC the mercs yourself.

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[ Marco's pretty much the first person in line to admit that he's terrified of something; it's the one place where his ego don't shine. It's a fine tactic for him to open his mouth and whine about how much something sucks, but when faced with a trio of vorcha slowly backing him into a dead-end street, there isn't really anyone who's going to listen to his complaints.

For about half a second, he's annoyed that he doesn't wear armor when he goes out---a policy he's sure to revise after today---and all he has for personal safety is a cheap pistol hanging from his hip, tucked under the sagging hem of an oversized hoodie. He's thinking about going for it any moment now, but maybe he can still worm his way out of this one without escalating. ]

Hey, hey, fellas, sorry about this whole being on your turf thing, alright? Can I make it up to you? A month of free pizzas on me?

[ The streets haven't exactly been safe lately. Rachel's tried not to go out too much, but she can't -- and won't -- stay holed up forever. But if any of those mercs try to mess with her, she'll stand up to them. She's certainly not going to let any of them push her around, that's for damn sure.

Standing up for somebody else? Well, that's a no-brainer too. Rachel's got a pretty firmly ingrained sense of right and wrong, and she's not going to let any helpless person get bullied by these thugs. Not even Marco, when she hears his voice from around the corner. Okay, okay, maybe his totally rude and uncalled for treatment gives her pause, but only for a moment. She might want to smack this dweeb upside the head, but she's not going to let him get eviscerated, either.

She peeks out from the corner, back pressed against the wall. The vorcha are approaching, quickly backing Marco into what looks like a dead end. She doesn't have much time -- they could start firing on him at any point, and she can't let them do that. She hurriedly steps into the street, practically hopping over to Marco. She flashes a brilliant smile at the vorcha, looking smug and totally fearless. ]

Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size? I don't think half-pint here is going to give you much of a fight.

Oh, sure, Rachel, taunt the ugly bastards. Are you completely insane?

[ Of course, Marco's indignant about how she strolls in as if she owns the place. What will two stupid teenagers do against three vorcha that one couldn't?

On the other side of the divide, the vorcha look torn between being pissed that they have more bullshit on their hands to deal with, or amused that they have a second target to play with. One of them thumbs at his gun and waves it between the two. ]

Puny humanlings must leave! All intruders eradicated from Zeta District!

Please, Marco. Let me handle this.

[ Oh, you can bet she's unbearably smug right now. Sure, she should probably be focusing on the whole vorcha issue, but a chance to gloat over Marco? Pfff, like she's going to pass that up. Especially after how totally rude he was. She turns back to the vorcha, shooing them away with one hand like they're dogs. ]

Come on, scram. Get out of here already. Go bother somebody else. Unless you want a real fight.

[ The top dog vorcha's not too happy with this, and responds with a needle-toothed growl as he shakes his head and takes a step forward; the other two shift uneasily as having something this helpless looking actually talking back is intensely confusing. ]

Words useless! Leave, or die!

[ Marco's hand is inching towards his hip now; the heat's getting way too high for his tastes, and as much as he really wishes this Rachel didn't exist anywhere near him, he's not too cool with her getting fried for his sake. Sure, he's seen her beat the shit out of someone, but that was a normal squishy human, and she at least had a weapon and the element of surprise. ]

Rachel. What. The hell. Are you doing.

I'm handling it.

[ If Jake or Cassie were around, they'd chew her out for just walking into a situation like this. Just because there aren't any Yeerks here doesn't mean it isn't dangerous, they'd say. Whatever. Rachel will show them who's dangerous.

She glances behind her pointedly, looking back at the vorcha with that terrible smirk. ]

Leave? How are we supposed to do that? It looks to me like we're kind of cornered.

[ Not like that's going to stop her, though. Rachel just smiles and starts to focus on the DNA of the grizzly bear, one of the most powerful creatures in her arsenal. They might have guns, but she's about to have seven hundred pounds of grizzly. Not much gets in the way of a grizzly.

There isn't time to strip down to her morphing suit right now, but she can live with the sacrifice of this outfit. It'll be totally worth it for the look on Marco's face.

The first thing that changes this time is her skin. Before long, she's sprouted coarse brown fur all over, sticking out from beneath her blonde hair. Her face starts to shift into the snout of a bear and she starts to grow, more than four times her own size. Her hands and feet sprout into paws, cute and fuzzy till the claws form. And when the morph is complete, Rachel tosses a glance down at Marco. Heh. He's even shorter, now. She looks back at the vorcha, letting out a low growl. ]

<So how about you get out of the way?>

[ Of all the weird shit that the gathered group here has seen, a sassy blond girl turning into a bear was not one of them. It's enough to make the already confused vorcha hesitate more moments, and they move back uneasily while the transformation happens. The one that's been doing all the talking recovers first, flinching a little at the unexpected feeling of Rachel's voice suddenly appearing in his head. He responds with an eloquent guttural warbling of a battle cry, and aims his gun in her vague direction (her body had suddenly taken up so much more room) and pulls the trigger.

Through all this, Marco's really kind of ready to just turn and bolt while the vorcha are distracted, because holy dicks what the hell is going on, but the scary vorcha and the scary Rachel-turning-into-is-that-really-a-bear thing are kind of blocking his way. When it's just the fur, he thinks something was wrong with her, like maybe she caught some sort of space disease; his mouth opens like he's about to make an actual noise of concern, but once her face starts to mutate, he gets this horrible feeling in his gut. He takes about ten steps back towards the dead-end and draws his own gun, hands shaking as he checks that it's ready to go.

You're supposed to put down zombies and werewolves and stuff, right? Maybe he'll just have to clean up what's left after they fight each other. ]

[ Luckily, the shot goes wide, but it still grazes Rachel's shoulder, just deep enough for her to feel it. She lets out a low snarl, shaking out her massive shoulder, and she jerks her head back at Marco, staring at him with her little grizzly eyes. ]

<Hey, cut it out, will you? I'm trying to save your sorry ass here. Or did you want to become vorcha mincemeat?>

[ Seriously, Marco, now is not the time. The vorcha aren't very clever, but they're quick. ]

Uh, Rachel? Why are you a bear? You're a bear, right?

[ Because this is really the appropriate time to ask stupid questions, while that vorcha's about to bum-rush Rachel, thinking he can totally just tackle this big furry beast. ]

<Uh, duh. Come on, weren't you watching?>

[ Nice try, vorcha. You might be quick and armed, but you're not very big compared to a grizzly bear. Rachel swings one massive paw, clocking the vorcha square in the temple. He drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Rachel lets out a ferocious roar and thought-speak laughter all at once, taking another step toward the vorcha. ]

<Hahaha! Not so tough now, are you? I hope you're watching, Marco, because I'm gonna show you how a real badass handles things.>

[ And with their main dude dropped, the other two vorcha scatter back towards the open streets. They've got better things to pick on. Smaller, less aggressive things, that is. ]

Oh, I'm watching, alright. That still doesn't answer my question: WHY ARE YOU A BEAR?!?!

[ Marco's backed up as far as he can get into the dead end, weapon still drawn. He's not sure what to cover, between the retreating vorcha, the downed vorcha, or the roaring bear blocking his way out. The only thing he knows for sure is that this is way, way past anything he's been ready to deal with. ]

[ Marco, please. Don't be such a weenie. Rachel turns to face him again, a bit of blood leaking from the graze wound in her shoulder, but she hardly seems fazed by it. ]

<Uh, I'm not answering any questions until you put down that gun. I wasn't actually planning on hurting you, but I'll make you drop it if I have to.>

[ yeah right ]

Um. I'm trapped in an alleyway by a rampaging bear that's telepathically speaking to me in the voice of my bizarro-world ex-girlfriend's voice. If you think I'm putting my gun down, you are crazier than I am! Which is a neat trick, because I'm pretty sure I've completely lost all my marbles!

[ GOD, MARCO. She sure misses her own Marco right now. At least he appreciated the grizzly, in his own way. ]

<Look, I'm not doing to demorph if you're just going to shoot me, dumbass. So you can either put the gun away and I'll go back to being my usual human self, or so help me god, I will take that thing away from you.>

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[ it's okay, marco misses his rachel who never turned into SCARY FUCKING BULLSHIT in front of him. that gun ain't going nowhere. ]

Yeah, right, and get rid of the only thing that's keeping me from completely flipping out about how I'm apparently taking orders from a freaking bear? No way, crazy werebear-Rachel-thing. How about I promise not to shoot you unless you try to kill me, and you go back to being a normal teenage mall rat who's slightly too tall for her age?

[ Rachel laughs out loud in thought-speak, but it's almost humorless. ]

<Normal. Right. The ship's kind of sailed on that one, Marco. And for the record, if I was going to try to kill you, you'd be dead already, gun or no.>

[ But even as she says that, she starts to demorph, quickly shrinking in size until she's teenage girl-sized grizzly. It doesn't take her too long to finish demorphing, gruesome visuals and all, and when she's finished she's down to her morphing suit, her clothes and shoes having been torn to shreds before. She shakes her hair over her shoulder, looking astonishingly well-groomed considering she was just in a fight. And of course, there isn't a scratch on her.

She glares at Marco, arms crossed over her chest. Okay, without proper clothes, the alley is a little chilly. ]

Okay, all human again. See? Can you put the gun down now? God, I can't believe you've got such a happy trigger finger. You shot me, you know that? Ugh.

[ yeah, that sure just happened. as gross and nightmarish as the sight was, marco couldn't take his eyes off the melting bear form even if he wanted to. right. not normal. he probably would look less disturbed if she sprouted a second head.

he isn't sure if it's actually comforting to see rachel here again after the grizzly vanishes, because that just means that this rachel-is-sometimes-a-bear thing is actually a thing. however, once she talks in her actual human, vibrating vocal cords voice again, he slowly puts his gun away.

but he's not any more relaxed. ]

Well, gee, Rachel, I don't know, maybe if you didn't spontaneously turn into a bear at me I wouldn't have had to act entirely out of my highly elevated sense of self-preservation and defend my life. So like. How about you answer my freaking question now about WHY WERE YOU A BEAR. Did you get bitten by a radioactive bear? Are there werebears somewhere?

God, will you stop shouting at me? I just saved your sorry ass from those things. You should be thanking me. The way you aim, you'd be dead without me.

[ She's still glaring at him, but she tosses her hair over her shoulder, rubbing her arms. If this Marco really doesn't know anything about morphing, she might as well tell him. It'll get him to stop shrieking about it, at any rate. ]

Look, just calm down and I'll explain, okay? Stop freaking out on me, it's weirding me out. Just...let's go back to my apartment. I'm not exactly dressed for the weather.

Okay! Thanks, Rachel, for scaring the pee out of me.

[ marco's about to shout some more, but what's this? are his ear's deceiving him? rachel's inviting him over?! ]

I'm weirding you out, huh? You're practically in your underwear and inviting me to your place. After turning into a bear and back. What's next, you turn into a mantis and eat my head?

It's my morphing suit. And if I wanted to bite your head off, I'd morph a shark. Let's go.

[ Yeah okay she looks like she just bit into a lemon but wow Marco NO. Not cool.

She starts off at a brisk pace, doing her level best to ignore the fact that she's barefoot, and the back alleys of Omega are not exactly paved with silk. Ugh, whatever. If her feet get cut up, a morph will fix it in no time. She starts talking, whether or not Marco's following. ]

So I take it you don't know anything about morphing. But you know about the Yeerks. So what do you know?

[ It occurs to her that all she really knows about his timeline is the fact that he dated her. The other Rachel. Eugh. ]

[ Marco opens his mouth to tell Rachel no, this was not anything he had ever heard of outside of fiction, but he starts to recall little bits and pieces of things from his recent encounters that didn't add up at the time, but are starting to click together now.

He keeps his gaze fixed on the back of Rachel's head as he follows her; somehow, even though she's not wearing shoes, he has to work to keep up with her. ]

I know the Yeerks are a bunch of like. Bodysnatching brain slugs or something. I know Cassie is a hallucinating nutjob. I know up up down down left right left right bee aye. Come on, you really just want me to recite all the facts I can think of? [ He shakes his head; this could legitimately take all day. ] How about we work backwards: what's the last thing you remember?

[ Cassie a hallucinating nutjob? Yeah, right. Either Marco's just being...well, Marco, or he comes from some kind of weird bizarro land universe. She hasn't ruled that out, yet.

The question makes her hesitate. What does she remember? Well, Marco's mom being Visser One's host comes to mind. But somehow she doesn't think this Marco believes anything besides the story he'd always been fed: that his mother had died in that boating accident. She swallows that back and tosses her hair again, eyes straight ahead. ]

So...you know basically zilch, then. Well, you were almost right about the Yeerks. Pretty close. The last thing I remember is...getting ready for bed at my mom's house. But a couple days before that, we took out a Yeerk facility. They were trying to modify sharks as hosts. Long story.

[ well, it sounds outrageous at first, but he can almost see some crazy way they might have ended up fighting the yeerks at some point. was rachel just from a future point of his own timeline? maybe one where she lost her memory and just didn't know that they totally hooked up. ] Riiiight. Okay. Well, the last thing I remember is that Tom just found out we found him out and was going to take us in and then you beat him up with a baseball bat, stole his ray gun, and tried to shoot down a spaceship.

[ man, that seemed like forever ago. it had seemed so unbelievably crazy at the time, but it has since been overshadowed by everything else in the past few months. describing life back on earth feels as strange now as describing the plot of a bad scifi channel movie would have been then. ]

[ Rachel's look goes from concerned to alarmed. Okay, okay, at least there's the comforting thought that even wacky alternate timeline Rachel was badass enough to kick some alien butt even without morphing powers. But everything else? It kind of makes her stomach churn, when she thinks too hard about it. ]

Ugh -- wow, no. All of that sounds so unbelievably wrong. And they're not called ray guns, they're Dracon beams. God, I never thought I'd be correcting you on something that nerdy. [ She takes a breath, huffing it out in a sigh. ] Here's what happened, okay? The five of us all decided we were going to take the shortcut through the construction site one night, and we met an alien. A dying warrior who'd been fighting against the Yeerks, him and all the rest of the Andalites. And he gave us the power to morph. It's our only weapon against them.

Wrong or not, that was my life, okay?

[ he's a little testy, but this is all stuff he's put way behind him. as much as he totally didn't mind following rachel home, it almost doesn’t seem worth it. it's making him nervous and grouchy in all the bad ways. ]

Your alien dude. Was he like a weird blue deer thing named Ax?

Yeah, well, you still had it easier.

[ But the truth is, she isn't as confident about that as she sounds. Sure, being an Animorph is a nightmare most of the time -- literally -- but would she really rather have lived in a timeline where that didn't happen? The worst thing is that she already knows the answer to that, and she doesn't know how she feels about it.

She does the slightest of double takes back at Marco when he mentions Ax, as they round a corner into Rachel's neighborhood. ]

Uh -- yeah, he's an Andalite, too. Wait, you know Ax?

No, but he was one of Cassie's crazy hallucinations. See, what would really make this totally batshit crazy is if your world was entirely a figment of her imagination but somehow you managed to pop out of it. I'm pretty sure she was like, weirded out that we were dating or something like that, so if she somehow imagined that didn't happen, that's why you think it never happened.

[ Marco's smirking as if he just figured out the extra credit question on a pop quiz; he needs to make sense of this somehow, so as long as there's some explanation, he'll feel better. ]

[ Rachel frowns at that, falling into contemplative silence until they reach her front door. Marco's Cassie having hallucinations about...what, Rachel's own timeline? Up until now, she'd just written Marco's whole timeline off as some weird alternate reality that had nothing to do with hers, just some random occurrence that he's even on the station with her. But it's starting to sound a little familiar. Like...something the Ellimist might do. Like something the Ellimist could do. ]

No...no, I don't think that's it.

[ But she doesn't know what it is, exactly. She doesn't know nearly enough. She can see there are pieces at play here, but she has no idea how they come together. Ax really would come in handy right about now.

She shakes her head, opening her front door and hurrying inside. Man, her feet are sore. At least it's a lot warmer in here. She rubs her arms for a minute, glancing at Marco. Man, this is weird. ]

You can sit on the couch, if you want. I need to get some clothes.

[ Marco doesn't really need an invitation to flop onto the couch as if he owns the place, but he does it mostly so he gets some sense of normalcy and control for his life. Sure, Rachel contradicting him wasn't anything new, but she's being so half-assed about it, like she wasn't really all there. Like she's just a figment of someone's imagination?

It might have been better if he didn't come up with that train of thought to begin with. ]

Okay, whatever. If you're not back in three minutes, I'm just gonna assume that you like, popped back into imaginary person space and I'll never see you again, kay?

[ Honestly, she's a little tired. The fight hadn't been all that tough, but she's feeling a little drained for it nonetheless. Ugh, is she getting rusty? She sure isn't morphing and fighting all the time living on Omega. If she'd been a little more alert, a little more there, she'd have snapped back at Marco, probably would've felt more hurt for the fact that he keeps insisting she's not a real person. It's not as if she cares what he thinks, right?

She trudges to her room and just sits on the bed for a minute, drawing in a deep breath. Marco's rapid oscillation between taking her seriously and writing her off is seriously starting to mess with her. She feels thrown off balance, somehow. Ugh, whatever. She can just finish this conversation and kick him out.

She emerges not long after in a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, a slightly oversized hoodie on top of all of it. Of course, somehow even the lazy ensemble is stupidly flattering on her. It's her other superpower. She looks at Marco, not really sure what to expect from him. ]

So you don't know anything about morphing, do you?

[ It's eerie, even as he's acting dumb as an excuse to not have to acknowledge it; Rachel here is basically just the Rachel he knew. He can imagine a situation that would make his Rachel irrationally pissy and stubborn and this would probably be exactly how she'd act. He's not sure if that makes this easier or worse. ]

Besides the fact that you, and some imaginary version of me, and also Jake and Cassie, can turn into bears or wombats or pigeons or something? No, I don't know anything about morphing. And actually? I don't really wanna know. It's kinda gross. And by that, I mean I swear I'm gonna have nightmares about a bear melting into my ex-girlfriend for at least a week.

[ His response only agitates her more. She crosses her arms, looking not so much intimidating as really severely displeased. And maybe a little hurt. But like Rachel's going to let anyone see that. ]

You asked, okay? You asked me. I'm giving you an answer. I think your problem is you just can't decide whether or not you want to believe I'm real, and you know what? I'm pretty sick of it. I just saved your sorry ass from being vorcha meat. Is that not real enough for you?

[ A real thanks would be nice, too, but mostly, Rachel's just kind of mad. This has been grating on her nerves since day one, and it honestly bothers her more than she wants to admit. That she wants Marco to acknowledge her. She just doesn't want to be here alone. ]

I asked because it's freaking weird, okay, not because I needed all the gritty little details. I get it. You guys all got some weirdo space alien mutant animorping powers from some blue deer named after a garden tool and are trying to single-handedly save the planet from brain slugs.

[ He folds his arms with a petulant huff, as if he just can't believe how stupid all of this is. It's not like he asked her to follow him around and 'save' him from vorcha; she's the one who just spontaneously fell into his life, and not the other way around, so he doesn't think he owes her anything. ]

Okay, fine, you're real because I can like, see you in front of me, and I'm pretty sure I'm not hallucinating. Happy? But you want me to accept that your timeline is a valid reality? Then stop acting like mine is just soooooo wroooong, because as far as I'm concerned, it's my reality, and we're gonna have to deal with both of them existing at the same time.

[ Rachel's mouth tightens at that, because she's not sure his reality is real. There's a lot they don't know about the Ellimist and whatever else might be out there. But there's no use telling him that, is there? Ugh, no. It's Marco. He's like the walking definition of pigheaded. Emphasis on pig.

But it's still Marco. The only tenuous connection she has to her own world here. And whether he likes it or not, she's the same for him. Which means that her reality is just as valid. She sucks in a breath, closing her eyes for a moment, just gathering her composure. She doesn't like feeling this terse. ]

Okay, yes. You're right. You're real, and so is the reality you came from. It's weird, but it's real. And so is mine. Which is why you have to know about it.

[ She looks uncomfortable, somehow, but she's covering it up with the hard set of her jaw and the stony look in her eyes. She rubs one arm, squeezing it. ]

You have to know, Marco. About morphing and the invasion and everything. Because back home, nobody knows. Nobody but us. And nobody does here, either. So you have to. And...I should know more about what happened in your timeline. It's just -- it's important, okay?

[ She doesn't know if she can articulate why, but it is. It's important because somewhere, even in this Marco's timeline, his mom has a slug in her head. And she doesn't think she can handle being the only one who knows it. Who knows about all of it. That's not a weight she's prepared to bear. ]

Actually, you know what? I think you're wrong. I don't think I need to know any of that. Because guess what? The invasion happened in my world, too, and I'm not actually a part of that world anymore. You're not a part of your world anymore, either. You think we're ever going home? Not only are we in the wrong part of the solar system, we're totally in the wrong dimension. Crazy space future weirdo dimension X crap. No one here knows how we got here and no one knows how to send us back.

[ He's worked up way more about this than Rachel seems to be, but he's had a lot more time on Omega to think about this, and he's already accepted his fate here. It's the only way he can ever move on with anything, and the fact that she's even trying to push him back to thinking about things other than surviving on Omega is seriously harshing his mellow.

It's growing increasingly apparent to him that it's not actually possible to just ignore Rachel forever, but she's a constant reminder of something he wants to forget. ]

[ Rachel is all too prepared to be angry at him. She can't stand that about him, that part of him that so readily steps back from his attachments when they become too heavy to bear. She's ready to get mad, to yell, to tell him off for running and hiding from all of this, but she can't. Because his words sink in a few seconds too soon, and Rachel's chest gets too tight to really get any words out right away.

You think we're ever going home?

This far, she's gotten by just not thinking about the family and friends she's left behind. God knows she's had enough to deal with since she got here. But now, with Marco laying it out all in front of her, she can't ignore the possibility that she'll never go home. What's supposed to happen to her friends, the Animorphs that actually existed, if she's not there? To Jordan and Sara? Who's going to take care of her little sisters when her mom works late and forgets to order dinner?

For the first time, Rachel realizes she's homesick. She can't avoid it -- it comes straight on like a truck barreling into her chest. She can't do this. But she refuses to show Marco any weakness. She wouldn't dare cry in front of him.

So she seethes instead. She gives him a hard look, the hard set of her jaw and her flared nostrils meant to distract from the fact that her face is already getting a little red, that her eyes are already threatening to drop water. She glares at him with all the force of a hurt and angry fourteen-year-old girl. ]

Get out.

Okay, that's cool, Rachel. Invite me over so you can scream at me for thirty seconds and then throw me out.

[ Marco doesn't want to admit that this hurts, so he forces an eyeroll in response to that glare. As far as he's concerned, Rachel's the one with the problem here, not him. He's got his own life about as under control as he thinks is possible, anyway, so who does she think she is by trying to dump her crap all over him?

Don't worry, Rachel. He's leaving. ]

And here I was thinking you wanted to be friends. [ The muttered comment is not quite under his breath while he peels himself off the couch. ]

[ She turns away from him, just so he won't see her. Like hell she'll let Marco see her cry. Especially not this Marco. He'd just taunt her, she's sure of it, and that's the last thing she needs right now, not when her chest is already so full of the sinking feeling that she'll never see her little sisters again.

She keeps her voice as rough as possible, as mean as possible, to cover up the thickness in her throat. How dare he tell her to give up on going home. How dare he suggest that there's anything here even remotely worth fighting for, more worth it than her own family and friends. Than saving the world. Than crushing as many Yeerks under her heel as possible. ]

Just -- go, okay?

Yeah. I'm outta here.

[ No smartass comment, no witty retort. She's got his back turned, anyway, so she doesn't notice that he lets his gaze linger on the back of her head for a tiny moment, and then he's punching the door open. A second later, he's gone. ]

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beefin' over turf.

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BACKTAGS THIS SHIT INTO OBLIVION

i love hating these kids

me too. god. ME TOO

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