Aiden and Revan are in the training room, sparring with each other. Revan's fighting hand-to-hand. Aiden is... not so much. She's letting him throw fire at her. He's being very careful not to hit her
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Lina's been looking for Zel... Okay, technically she's been looking for her coat, which seems to have turned up missing. If she cared more about the damned thing, she might have realized that before now, since she's very possessive of her things, but... Well, it's no great loss. Just kind of inconveinent at the moment.
Anyway, she finds Zel, who is probably better for her sanity than searching the hotel for missing coats, especially since she hasn't seen or talked to him in awhile.
"Is this what you've been doing in your free time, Zellie?" She says teasingly. "Writing love songs?"
Lina just rolls her eyes and walks the rest of the way in. "You know I'm just teasing you, Zel."
She plops down on the piano bench and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, well, there's not much time for guitar playing when you're fighting monster lords and crazy priests and everything else under the sun on top of looking for a cure for your curse."
Which is her way of saying that they've never had this much free time before. There was always something to be done in their world and without her magic on top of Zel's condition... Well, they're not exactly useful at the moment. All things considered.
Zel sorta shrugs. "I used to play before... Rezo cursed me. I gave up afterwards. But, you're right, we never had enough time to take up old hobbies before."
Strictly speaking, there are better places for Sark to be. His room for example, although spending too much time in there is bound to give him cabin fever and... It's never good for the guy who had an extremely dangerous and stressful job full of action to get cabin fever.
So he's walking around the basement in a completely discreet way that suggests he absolutely belongs here and is not the one thing that isn't like the others. Really, he should be over that by now, but... Well, he's never really integrated with this lot and that's bound to cause him trouble even with a Guardian Angel to watch his back.
He's only paranoid when he has probable cause to be.
The final stretch of his walk before he heads back to his room takes him by the training room, which, admittedly, isn't very good for him, all things considered.
Revan's eyes snap open as she senses Sark pass the door, and she springs to her feet, unleashing a mental wave of, pardon the pun, force, pinning Sark against the wall. She's not far behind that little Force Shove, pressing an arm against his chest.
Oh now really. That's the second time this week he's been accosted. And people wonder why he hasn't tried to integrate himself amongst these people.
And he won't comment on the fact that this is dreadfully similar to the sorts of things Shepard could do to some extent, as far as he's concerned, which is the only thing keeping him from attempting to forceibly removing her arm from his chest. His irrational fear of psychics (and he just lumps anyone who can do things with their mind in that category) is completely justified.
He fixes her with something that vaguely looks like a glare even if there's no actual expression on his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Well, he does, but no one's supposed to know about that.
"Don't play dumb," Revan responds with a slight snarl. "You're trying to get Martha to kill Shepard. You're dragging her down to the Dark Side. LEAVE. HER. ALONE."
Yes, she's giving in to the Sith Lord in her. She doesn't care right now. The wellbeing of others takes precedence over her own.
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Anyway, she finds Zel, who is probably better for her sanity than searching the hotel for missing coats, especially since she hasn't seen or talked to him in awhile.
"Is this what you've been doing in your free time, Zellie?" She says teasingly. "Writing love songs?"
Oh she's particularly insufferable today. Sorry, Zel.
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Zel scowls at her. "Not love songs, no. Just... trying to pick up guitar again. Turns out I've been avoiding playing it for too long. I'm rusty."
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She plops down on the piano bench and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, well, there's not much time for guitar playing when you're fighting monster lords and crazy priests and everything else under the sun on top of looking for a cure for your curse."
Which is her way of saying that they've never had this much free time before. There was always something to be done in their world and without her magic on top of Zel's condition... Well, they're not exactly useful at the moment. All things considered.
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So he's walking around the basement in a completely discreet way that suggests he absolutely belongs here and is not the one thing that isn't like the others. Really, he should be over that by now, but... Well, he's never really integrated with this lot and that's bound to cause him trouble even with a Guardian Angel to watch his back.
He's only paranoid when he has probable cause to be.
The final stretch of his walk before he heads back to his room takes him by the training room, which, admittedly, isn't very good for him, all things considered.
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"You," she hisses. "Stay away from Martha Jones."
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And he won't comment on the fact that this is dreadfully similar to the sorts of things Shepard could do to some extent, as far as he's concerned, which is the only thing keeping him from attempting to forceibly removing her arm from his chest. His irrational fear of psychics (and he just lumps anyone who can do things with their mind in that category) is completely justified.
He fixes her with something that vaguely looks like a glare even if there's no actual expression on his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Well, he does, but no one's supposed to know about that.
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Yes, she's giving in to the Sith Lord in her. She doesn't care right now. The wellbeing of others takes precedence over her own.
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