ss_noanga | Waiting Game

Who: Agatha
What: waiting for the Supply Run of Danger Team
When: during supply run
Where: Tavern

Day had followed the discussion with the fae, refraining to chime in, but nonetheless unhappy about Aen’kaes plan to go straight into danger. Not that he’d argued. Just worried, help him prepare to the best of his ability. Borrowed him the lucky pebble, the one Jack once got from the bathroom cowboy, the one that’d been his first gift at the gas station – kissed him goodbye, in private.

And then he’d asked Agatha to stay behind, in case of a rescue. He still remembered her ease with explosive and how well she’d handled… him, back at the pirate attack. Was a way of thanking her for that too, now that no twisted words stood between. Which had been a bit too long in the going between him needing to find back to normal, what the humming did to Aen’kae, the fae’s egg surprises…

With how destroyed the lounge still was, he’d invited her to wait with him in the tavern instead. Brought his knitting, one of his children books, some papers with homework – anything to pass the time. To keep his hands busy in a way that wasn’t dangerous to other people. “I haven’t properly said sorry for what happened before.” he started. “Not that I wanted to hurt you. Just… get past. Make you go away.”

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Agatha was usually one of the ones to charge into danger. But one sure way to get her to hold back... was someone needing her.

She had also brought things to work on while she waited with him. Specifically she tried to pick things she wouldn't get too lost in the Madness while working on. How successful she would be at restraint... was yet to be seen.

When he spoke, she looked up from the gear she was soldering ball bearings onto. She offered a soft smile. "I get it. Actually it felt a little like home..." she admitted shaking her head with a rueful half smile.

"Wouldn't have killed you either. Never did that." But that was part of the problem, because fighting while holding back was harder and left him with enemies that kept coming back. "Still. Shouldn't have let it come that far." Day wants to stop fighting, to never touch another weapon again. And he got there, almost, in his forest, but now he was here and in love with Aen'kae and if he lost anyone else it'd break him.

"If it helps any, I wouldn't exactly have let you kill me. I have a lot of people back home who would have resurrected me just to scream at me if I did," she said, dryly. "Besides, we were close enough to the medical area. Once I finish my revivification engine, death will be more of a painful inconvenience than a real issue..." She frowned though as her thoughts went a different direction. She fiddled with her trilobite choker.

He shrugs a little. "You know my opinion on that." As much as 'I'd rather stay dead' might be unpopular. There's been enough of that in his life already.

"...Can't bring me to the medbay anyway. I'd react just as badly." There's a reason Aen'kae treated him outside of it.

"Actually, I meant if you had somehow managed to kill me. I didn't exactly enjoy it the last time I died or anything..." she shrugged. "But it was the right solution for the problem at hand. And maybe taught me a lesson about giving good luck kisses to extremely contagious idiots," she added with some self deprecating humor. She should have known better... she really should have. She had no excuses, even for herself.

"I don't kill." There is an edge to his voice - it's the one moral line he always held, regardless of circumstances. Though the whole bit about contagions had him look both sad and anxious. "Don't even want to know how many bioweapons I got immunity against..."

A small sad smile from Agatha. She missed when she could have said she didn't kill and meant it. "Even if getting them was traumatic, having immunities can be useful," she said, going back to her soldering.

"Wouldn't have needed them first place if they'd stop piping what their labs brew up into the city, to test the results." Took him so long to figure that out. And now he's sitting here, snapping another strand of yarn because he is too tense to do this right.

At least it keeps him from worrying about Aen'kae. "Feels like I'm still Republics creature after all this time..."

"Ah, one of those kinds of towns...." she considered a moment then, "Now wondering if you are from the same place I am. More or less, anyway. Sounds a lot like home. Tell me, have you ever heard any of the Heterodyne Boys stories?"

He shakes his head, gestures to the things she's making. "Your tech level is wrong. It's Earth, 2132. Maybe the future of some others here, if it's the same timeline." Hard to tell when important events haven't happened yet.

She blinked, and was distracted. "You know more advanced tech?" she asked, all but pouncing on that. She wanted to learn.

"I'm not an engineer or anything of the sort. But I spend enough time breaking the military stuff to know what I'm looking at." Nothing worth teaching, because no one had taught him.

"Well, whatever ideas you can give me..." she said with a grin, then went back to working. "Military mostly monsters in the future? Or Clanks?" Or Constructs? She hoped not Constructs. That had... implications, given who raised her.

For a moment Day could just stare, since all of that sounded better than the reality he lived. "People. It's people." he answered quietly. "Who have families hoping they come home alive and no other choice, because it's the job they got assigned to do. Kids my age send to the front, after basic training. Every child tested for how good a soldier they'd be."

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