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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[onefouroneseven]

"Well you are the dominant non-native population here." There's a small twitch of her lips upwards at that. "I suppose I can make do." All things considered it's better than having to deal with a completely unknown species.

Relaxing slightly, the hint of the smile doesn't disappear completely. "I didn't think there was another option."

[imaginate]

'Good, I'll ask.' He looks to the console, wondering how to contact the two. He only knew where one lived, after all, and he didn't like having to hang around rooftops to find the others. He'd accidentally found Damian that way. Come to think of it, would Damian agree to something like this?

'Well - if and when we find a second facility. Something that big... it could be hidden in plain sight, or deep underground.'

[onefouroneseven]

"Only if they're willing to build it in the turtle, and I sincerely doubt that." Soar didn't know the type of damage it could do to a living thing, even one with magic, but she certainly wasn't wiling to bet that the Kedan wanted to find out either.

"We wait, then, until we find more evidence as to its location." Not that she particularly liked waiting, but sometimes they didn't have a choice.

[imaginate]

'There were odd things in the sewers, from the little I saw of them. They didn't seem natural even though the ring detected nothing artificial. 'You know, I'm honestly wondering if the Emperor is trying to save the turtle, or making everything worse by trying.'

He finally leaned back in the chair and gazes at the ceiling. 'Man, I hate the waiting.'

[onefouroneseven]

"I know you do." Said offhandedly, and there's a hint of a smile before that disappears. Too close.

"But there's nothing we can do right now, except offer our help to those who need it." Soranik thinks that they're so used to being able to act that the denial of it will only prove damaging in the long run. At least she has her work but there's only so many outlets for Kyle.

And she can't ask about it - still feeling out the new boundaries in whatever relationship they had now.

[imaginate]

He catches it, but his expression is still turned upwards to the ceiling, so he hopes she hasn't caught his reaction. He chooses to stretch out both arms and let them fall to his side.

'Maybe I should just wear a helpful tag. Hi, I'm Kyle, I have a power ring, do you need that book taken down from the tall shelf?'

Anything was better than the tedium.

[onefouroneseven]

She doesn't, and it's for the best. Instead she moves to sit in one of the many window-seats, staring at the rest of the Earth Sector. The glow from the turtle was familiar in a way that simply made her wish she was back on Oa.

"Cross-turtle transportation at half the time and half the cost."

[imaginate]

He adds to it. 'Water filtration at a steal. No machines required! Just food, for us.'

[onefouroneseven]

"Perhaps we'll be lucky and they'll include enough spice for it to suit our tastes if we do a good enough job." One can dream.

[imaginate]

'I doubt there's anything that tastes like food from home.' A little morose, perhaps. 'If I was better at the business end of things maybe we could start a restaurant. It'd give us something to do.'

He nearly kicks his feet up on the table in protest (or something) but decides not to - he's still not that comfortable around her.

[onefouroneseven]

"My skill is in neurosurgery, not cooking." Not that she's a terrible cook, but certainly nothing worth opening a restaurant over. "You'd have to spend all day in the kitchen."

Said dryly, because she agrees with him on the point that they really are just spending their time waiting until something happens. They never get this much down time, even when they're supposed to be off duty.

[imaginate]

'And I don't even have a degree,' he remarks, more than a little amused. Books weren't his strong point, hands-on learning was. Guy had two degrees, which most people didn't even suspect, let alone know. Funny how people could surprise you.

'Anyway. I suppose we could always wait for an audience, and compile a list of questions.'

[onefouroneseven]

"Do you think she'd answer them honestly?" It's a concern - they can deal with it if she didn't, but some things Soranik dearly wished for a straight answer on.

Clone issue aside.

[imaginate]

'If it was in her interests. We have to phrase them right.' He sighs. 'I wish Salaak was here.'

[onefouroneseven]

"If anything he could bog them down in bureaucracy." Even though Salaak is very good at making sure the Corps isn't, Sora doesn't believe for a second he's not capable of it.

[imaginate]

'I'd like to see the enemy escape that.' Because the thought is hilarious.

[onefouroneseven]

He's a cornerstone of the Corps, doing his thankless tasks. "They wouldn't be able to."

[imaginate]

He chuckles, and stands up. 'Okay. Same time tomorrow?'

[onefouroneseven]

A nod. "Same time." She stands as well, as it's only polite.