I Will Let You Down

[ten_zero]

Characters: Bisi and Chat (for now)
Date: Backdated to mid october
Location: Bisi's house in the Sky Sector
Situation: Bisi is anxiously waiting to hear news about Mag
Warnings/Rating: nothing (for now)


Bisi's house is tucked away in a cul de sac of the sky quarter, an unassuming house similar to those around it. Humble, small.

It's a Kin'nal who answers the door for Chat, a wave of heat pours out of the door when it's open. A family of Kin'nal were living in her house, and the stove was running round the clock burning fuel to keep the house comfortable for them.

The Kin'nal ushers chat inside so the heat doesn't get out. Bisi isn't far, she's given the bedroom to the Kin'nal family, and is sleeping on a bedroll tucked into the corner. She looks up distractedly as Chat enters.

Comments

[purrns]

That was...a touch creepy, but it's not like Chat isn't becoming steadily used to the unusual. Between here and home, the irregular was, in fact, swiftly becoming the regular.

"Wait. So you two are...connected? Like...emotionally?"

He doesn't sound shocked- more curious than anything.

[ten_zero]

The transference in this situation was incomplete, and Bisi wasn't getting the full immersion of being inside Valkyr - but she could still sense the pain, even in this state. She was expecting it; she'd piloted Valkyr many times before. But for once, she wasn't thinking of Valkyr's pain as a tool to use as one might a sword or a gun.

With some effort, she spoke only from her own mouth, Valkyr staying silent this time.

"More that I can create a connection," she corrected. "Valkyr is my Warframe."

[purrns]

"Is that like...a battle droid? Maybe?"

He gives an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sorry, this isn't something I've got much experience in."

[ten_zero]

She shakes her head in conciliation. "Not many do. It's a bit of a secret to most, even where I'm from."

Battle droid. Had Kylo called her that, a 'droid'?

"I suppose... you could call her that. She's not autonomous, though." Mostly.

"She's my hands, my sword, my will. My anger." Her anger. Her anger.

[purrns]

"Well, if there's one thing I can understand, it's secrets."

And more importantly, he knew how to keep them. It was a necessity, in his line of work.

"So she's linked to your emotions? Kinda? Like if you get angry, she reacts?"

[ten_zero]

"If it was that imprecise she wouldn't be very useful for military operations," Bisi replied.

This was one of the first people she'd told about this, actually, and ironically, exactly what she'd been avoiding telling Adrien.

"It might be easier to show you. Can you-" she held her arm out to him for assistance. She still couldn't walk super well, but if she had some support she could amble effectively enough.