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Without you here there's no use...

May 22, 2010 20:34

WHO: Raven and Rimmer
WHERE: Lake Placid, NY (their house)
WHEN: Sometime after Tony's post
WARNINGS: Language probably ._.
SUMMARY: Raven's pledged her hand in helping any way she can, and her husband-to-be is a scaredy cat that wants to stick his head in the sand. Let's see how this goes.
FORMAT: Para

( ... I've got no time left to lose )

† arnold rimmer | ace rimmer, † raven roth | desdemona

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ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 02:44:44 UTC

And then there was Arnold. Arnold Judas Rimmer, the man who was so cowardly he'd faint at the sight of blood, who'd hide under the scannerscope table when under attack by GELFs, the man who'd run a mile if there was a fight in a pub. This cowardly little git of a man who was, frankly, about as yellow as a herd of elephants who'd had multiple gallons of diuretic each ( ... )

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 02:49:40 UTC

Raven always had her empathy on full blast when it came to Arnold. She'd laugh when he laughed, cry when he cried, fume when he fumed, even if it was on the other side of the planet at the time. Of course, being in close proximately to him would always make it stronger, as logic dictated, and that was no different now.

She smacked that punching back over and over again, and with every little step he took that got him closer to her, she hit it harder, becoming more and more intense and focused on her target. She hadn't felt this way in months, not since she was back in her own world, fighting against the cults that so openly worshiped her father. He was halfway down the stairs when she landed that one blow, the one that caused her to stumble back, gripping onto her wrist with a harsh inhale through her nose. She'd hit it too hard, and at a careless angle. Great, now she'd have to back off for at least an hour, if not more.

Then she noticed him coming down to talk to her, and the very minor injury was forgotten. Because oh crap she ( ... )

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:01:01 UTC

"Raven."

He sat carefully down on the Pilates ball that was balanced in one corner of the room. With one wrong move he could be dumped on his arse, but there was really nowhere else to sit, aside from the stationary bike, and that would just look silly. Of course, he looked pretty silly anyway, but what the hell.

"What are you doing?"

And he obviously didn't mean her workout.

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 03:05:03 UTC

She watched him, still rubbing at her wrist, with a very wary look in her eye. He was being calm, when she knew he wasn't calm at all, and that always unnerved her. Being the empath she was, when the facial features didn't match what she knew was going on in their heads, she'd always get a little anxious.

"I assume I don't really have to tell you." she stated it in a complete mimic of the tone he had just used on her, for lack of any other defense mechanism at the moment. It'd come to her, just not right now.

Buying herself a bit of time, she went to go fetch her water bottle she had put nearby on the floor. Twisting the cap off, she took a long drink.

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:10:45 UTC

He was forcing himself to remain calm. Because if he lost his temper at her now, then there could very well be a massive disaster ahead. As in certain special dates would be rescinded and called off. And not by her. And when the smoke had cleared and the rubble razed, he'd never be able to forgive himself for that.

"Oh, is that what you assumed? Well, that was a rather bad assumption, if you don't mind my saying. Because, glory be, I really would prefer it if you told me. What was going on."

He wasn't really even offering her a chance to defend herself, and he knew he was being rather unfair. But he was so angry that all his hard work, all his careful watching of himself to keep this relationship on track flew right out the window. This was classic flavour Arnold Rimmer you were witnessing here, Raven, the man who was always an inch away from flying to pieces. The man who could alienate people by opening his mouth and being the enormous smeghead that he really was deep down.

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 03:16:41 UTC

She was quiet again, letting those words of his sink in and very carefully thinking over her response to them. Whenever Arnold got mad, she knew this to be the only way to get through it with them seeing eye-to-eye. Despite how much she didn't agree about something, she at least had to listen.

"... Anthony made some good points, Arnold. This isn't just about the heroes, it's also about those that are native here. There are children that live in that city. Countless numbers of them."

She just held that plastic bottle in her hands, making no move to set it down.

"... I need to help protect them."

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:20:29 UTC

"And it never occurred to you...even for one second...to come talk to me about it? Not even so much as a quick note? A post-it on my computer screen? 'Gotta dash, off to save the world, see you on five June maybe?' No, of course it didn't."

He was keeping his balance now with difficulty on that damn blue Pilates ball, and his hands were curling up into impotent fists at his sides.

"Not one word. Not a word to me prior! I find out by checking the network and seeing that you've volunteered to go off to war! You know, most people tell their spouses that they're enlisting, you know. Because deployment sure would come as a surprise with two point five kids and a roast in the oven!"

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 03:23:39 UTC

"It isn't as if I'm running off right now, Arnold, you're being just a tad overdramatic, don't you think?"

Oh, she knew very well that would irritate him. She knew he hated to be told he was overreacting. But, she had said it anyway, without really putting any thought behind the words themselves. It was written all over her face that she immediately regretted it.

"... I was going to talk to you about it tonight, when we had a chance to be alone."

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:28:41 UTC

And, just as predicted, he went stiff as a board, which upset his balance. He wobbled a bit before planting his feet firmly and moving his center of gravity back downward. Why was he sitting here again?

"No! I don't think I'm being over-dramatic in the least! If I were to go sign up on some death-defying little stunt, I'd tell you first! I wouldn't just go sign up with some idiot to test parachutes from 30,000 feet, and I wouldn't jump at the chance to get involved in what's looking like to be a damn civil war! Why are you doing this ( ... )

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 03:33:04 UTC

There wasn't a second's hesitation before she promptly dropped her water bottle and knelt down at his side, trying to help him up. Now she felt awful, not for the accident that just happened, but that it wouldn't have happened if he wasn't upset in the first place.

... she was starting to doubt herself. But, with a deep breath, she tried to get a look in his eyes.

"It... was a snap decision on my part. I didn't actively think 'no I'll hide this from Arnold', and I hadn't really been stewing on it for more than a minute at the most. ... I really mean it, Arnold. I... I want to protect people, and do something."

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:43:06 UTC

Even though his first instinct was to wave her off, and he was angry enough to do so, a tiny little voice in the back of his head made him stop right there, and accept her help. He ended up on the floor still, cross-legged and staring up at her. Her hands were on his shoulders, and he reached up to grab at them with both of his hands ( ... )

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 03:50:27 UTC

It was obvious and written across all of her features that she had no idea what to say in response to that. She had answered him with complete truth, telling him, without hesitation, the driving force behind her decision, and he was still questioning her ( ... )

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 03:56:34 UTC

Seeing her like that broke his heart, even though he was angry with her. Was she telling the truth? Was this because she really wanted to help? Or was there a darker motive here?

And then there was another flash of insight. His therapist, back on the Dwarf, ages ago before the accident, had warned him about this little thing called 'projecting.' And he'd tried to correct that fault, but never could quite get over it. He would find himself putting his own motives and thought processes onto other people, not trusting them at all because he figured their weaselly, devious minds worked the same way his did. Paranoid. He was utterly paranoid, and he knew that. He knew it and tried to stop it and couldn't.

And he'd just done it to her.

"S-Sorry," he said quietly. "I know you said your reasons. I shouldn't have asked you that again. But...but you do know why I'm so upset, right?"

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 04:01:47 UTC

"Of course I know, Arnold. I'm not dense..."

Yes, she was officially on the defensive now, and it was even evident in her body language. She'd always withdraw back a few steps, fold her arms over her torso in a protective little hug, and take on an expression like the person in front of her had just turned into something deadly. She'd been like that since childhood, and it was a tough habit to break.

Unfortunately, in recent years, the addition of a snippy attitude and sarcasm had worked it's way into her defensive repertoire. That's where she was right now.

"And I know that we've talked about this, and we agreed to try and stay out of it. But I can't, Arnold. I can come up with all the pretty little thoughts in my mind of just being like every other native here and unable to do anything, but that makes me sick to my stomach when I'm actually faced with the reality. The reality is that if I can help save and protect even two or three lives, it makes it worth the effort..."

ajrimmer_ssc May 23 2010, 04:07:04 UTC

"Even if I asked you not to?"

And there it was. The pinnacle of their long conversations about just this topic. The constant harping by him for her to quit the Titans, the mocking of the "heroes" in public, the snotty little passive-aggressive remarks he'd make about all the stupid things that would happen in the City. It all added up to this moment, where he seemed to draw a proverbial line in the sand.

"I mean, I know I've said I would stand up to your father if it came down to that, but this is entirely different! It's none of our business! We couldn't do anything against the HIVE last time, or the time before that, and we never will! Let...let Superman and Stark and Osborn and the others handle this! We can just...just stay out of it and stay safe!"

darkprophecies May 23 2010, 04:11:43 UTC

Raven let out a very slow, long exhale. So that was it, huh? He was going to cross that line, which... she did see as a minor form of manipulation, since he knew damn well how much he meant to her. She'd lessened how often she went to the Tower down to almost nothing, she'd come up with a life plan that covered over the entire fact that she had so much hero-training, she'd gone against everything she knew and was comfortable with, not just for herself, but for him as well ( ... )

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