[Upon returning to her door, surely safe and sound perhaps not of sound mind she stared at all the notes. And stared. And swayed a little and stared some more before stretching her arm across the length of the door in an exhausted and highly perturbed attempt to clear them off. All of them except that one, which she carefully plucked free.]
"...call... me... when you... oh."
[Inside she took about two steps and collapsed on the floor face first. Dialing Falcon's number had never been so hard. When she finally did, it rang about three times before the phone's battery blinked out.
As did Samus.
Come morning... afternoon morning there was still a giant empty swath of post-it notes on her door for much of Saturday.
For all intensive purposes Samus did not remember a damn thing about her fantastic Friday night adventure other than it was very fantastic and her refrigerator had some things in it that were not there before. Hopefully all of it was alchohol oh god she hopes what the hell did she do last night.But there was a post-it
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[Falcon also slept well into the afternoonmorning, mostly because it was the weekend, but also because he had spent a good chunk of the night before scouring the campus and driving slowly through the streets of FDC searching for a certain drunk bounty hunter and her "supervision", if such a chaperone even existed.
Samus never answered, but Falcon didn't happen upon any bike accidents, so he was able to return to his apartment eventually, worried but still knowing that the blonde was, in all likelihood, just fine. He knew she could take care of herself, even if she had been incredibly inebriated when they spoke earlier, and had, in all probability, gone on a quest to procure more booze.
He was jarred from slumber by the sound of his phone ringing, and he groaned and sat up, fumbling around on his bedside table for the device. Blinking sleep from his vision, he made out "Samus" on the caller ID, flipping the phone open and trying not to sound like he had just woken up.]
"Hey." Oh yes this was brilliant. Call without any idea of what to say other than maybe I have the worst headache like you have no idea. "I uh... got your message." She managed after a few seconds of awkward silence.
Well, at least she'd kept that promise. And technically, their conversation from the night before never got to the point where she promised to stay in her dorm, so he really shouldn't be angry with her.
But that didn't mean he hadn't been excessively worried. Hearing her voice relieved him quite a bit.
"I know. You promised you wouldn't. Are you okay? Where were you last night?"
He could tell she wasn't used to talking about herself for this long. Or even talking about herself at all, really. The fact that she was telling him all this said so much. Falcon wished he was better at showing his appreciation for it.
"I'm sure they're afraid of what you'd do to them if they tried anything, heh." There was no way he could imagine Samus complying with any kind of Federation attempts to run genetic experiments. If he knew anything about Samus, it wouldn't go over well at all. Especially with what he already knew about the whole "you will be our bestest best bioweapon ever" thing. He was sure there was more to that story, too.
"Oh believe me, Internova tried to get all over that shit when they found out I could set myself on fire." There. That was something he could kind of relate to. "I told them to fuck off and let me do my job."
He laughed a little into the phone. "You'd be surprised how many people don't want to argue with a guy who can punch through a concrete wall."
"Hahaha~ You're probably right." Oh Falcon was very right about that. Samus would sooner die than risk any of what happened at BSL again, especially if she happened to be the subject of the Federation's interests.
Well. She was sure she always was in their interest. For better or worse.
"I was just about to ask about that!" Setting himself on fire and punching through cars and concrete walls? And where did all that amazing flexibility come from for a guy his age? Falcon wasn't like... Rundas. Rundas... could generate and shape ice with his body. Rundas... was a Phyrigisian. Falcon... was not a Phyrigisian, as far as she knew. That effectively qualified as weirdo material in her book. She laughed a little too. "Perhaps you have a subconscious ability to control the energy of the atoms on the surface of your skin to such a degree that they ignite. Sort of like blushing, I suppose. The act raises the temperature of your skin a little but... Not quite that much
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He laughed at that. How could he not? "I'm pretty sure I'm not made of phosphorus. Last time I checked I don't glow in the dark. OR DO I"
Falcon was not a complicated guy when it came to setting his fists on fire and punching things. He didn't really think about the how and why of doing it, he just...did it. "To be honest, I still don't really know how it works. I had Jeff all curious about it in physics last year. Told me to go talk to Ness about PSI or whatever but I'm not really sure it's the same thing. Your theory makes sense, though. Or an instantaneous buildup and release of energy."
Honestly, it sounded a lot less cool when it was equated to blushing, but ehn. Her explanation was logical enough. "All I know is that the first time it happened, it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. It took me a week to calm down and even get myself to try to make it happen again." Because honestly, who really expects their punches to spontaneously combust
( ... )
PSI? Did he mean psychic, like how Ness had and some of the other kids had telepathy? That'd be pyrokinesis, or something along those lines... emotion controlled, maybe? Samus was still somewhat skeptical of psychic abilities, but that was a rapidly changing opinion the longer she stayed at this school.
Samus grew curious and wanted to ask him how young he was when it first happened... probably young, she imagined. Something like that would scare her too, at any age for that matter. God, the things his mother probably had to put up with...
But that train of thought was quickly derailed as he asked that cheeky question.
Gosh, he could only uncover the amazing secret of his laden abilities and perhaps use that knowledge to control it and be a hit at parties by lighting drinks on fire or something. Jeeze.
"..." She bit her lip. She bit her lip because the first thing that came into her mind was that stupid index card with ticky boxes he made in her class and she knew she should probably not be
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"...call... me... when you... oh."
[Inside she took about two steps and collapsed on the floor face first. Dialing Falcon's number had never been so hard. When she finally did, it rang about three times before the phone's battery blinked out.
As did Samus.
Come morning... afternoon morning there was still a giant empty swath of post-it notes on her door for much of Saturday.
For all intensive purposes Samus did not remember a damn thing about her fantastic Friday night adventure other than it was very fantastic and her refrigerator had some things in it that were not there before. Hopefully all of it was alchohol oh god she hopes what the hell did she do last night.But there was a post-it ( ... )
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Samus never answered, but Falcon didn't happen upon any bike accidents, so he was able to return to his apartment eventually, worried but still knowing that the blonde was, in all likelihood, just fine. He knew she could take care of herself, even if she had been incredibly inebriated when they spoke earlier, and had, in all probability, gone on a quest to procure more booze.
He was jarred from slumber by the sound of his phone ringing, and he groaned and sat up, fumbling around on his bedside table for the device. Blinking sleep from his vision, he made out "Samus" on the caller ID, flipping the phone open and trying not to sound like he had just woken up.]
"Hello?"
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"I didn't ride my bike."
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But that didn't mean he hadn't been excessively worried. Hearing her voice relieved him quite a bit.
"I know. You promised you wouldn't. Are you okay? Where were you last night?"
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"I'm sure they're afraid of what you'd do to them if they tried anything, heh." There was no way he could imagine Samus complying with any kind of Federation attempts to run genetic experiments. If he knew anything about Samus, it wouldn't go over well at all. Especially with what he already knew about the whole "you will be our bestest best bioweapon ever" thing. He was sure there was more to that story, too.
"Oh believe me, Internova tried to get all over that shit when they found out I could set myself on fire." There. That was something he could kind of relate to. "I told them to fuck off and let me do my job."
He laughed a little into the phone. "You'd be surprised how many people don't want to argue with a guy who can punch through a concrete wall."
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Well. She was sure she always was in their interest. For better or worse.
"I was just about to ask about that!" Setting himself on fire and punching through cars and concrete walls? And where did all that amazing flexibility come from for a guy his age? Falcon wasn't like... Rundas. Rundas... could generate and shape ice with his body. Rundas... was a Phyrigisian. Falcon... was not a Phyrigisian, as far as she knew. That effectively qualified as weirdo material in her book. She laughed a little too. "Perhaps you have a subconscious ability to control the energy of the atoms on the surface of your skin to such a degree that they ignite. Sort of like blushing, I suppose. The act raises the temperature of your skin a little but... Not quite that much ( ... )
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Falcon was not a complicated guy when it came to setting his fists on fire and punching things. He didn't really think about the how and why of doing it, he just...did it. "To be honest, I still don't really know how it works. I had Jeff all curious about it in physics last year. Told me to go talk to Ness about PSI or whatever but I'm not really sure it's the same thing. Your theory makes sense, though. Or an instantaneous buildup and release of energy."
Honestly, it sounded a lot less cool when it was equated to blushing, but ehn. Her explanation was logical enough. "All I know is that the first time it happened, it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. It took me a week to calm down and even get myself to try to make it happen again." Because honestly, who really expects their punches to spontaneously combust ( ... )
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PSI? Did he mean psychic, like how Ness had and some of the other kids had telepathy? That'd be pyrokinesis, or something along those lines... emotion controlled, maybe? Samus was still somewhat skeptical of psychic abilities, but that was a rapidly changing opinion the longer she stayed at this school.
Samus grew curious and wanted to ask him how young he was when it first happened... probably young, she imagined. Something like that would scare her too, at any age for that matter. God, the things his mother probably had to put up with...
But that train of thought was quickly derailed as he asked that cheeky question.
Gosh, he could only uncover the amazing secret of his laden abilities and perhaps use that knowledge to control it and be a hit at parties by lighting drinks on fire or something. Jeeze.
"..." She bit her lip. She bit her lip because the first thing that came into her mind was that stupid index card with ticky boxes he made in her class and she knew she should probably not be ( ... )
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