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[im_not_a_rookie]

Who: Elena, Sellz (possibly Yuber)
When: After this log.
Where: Sunde
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Language? Drunkeness…
Summary: After being kidnapped by Yuber, both women sit down and get to know each other. And drink.

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[im_not_a_rookie]

She didn't like that answer much and it showed. Her lips screwed into a deep frown, something annoyed, and she glared back at Yuber for a heartbeat before turning back to Sellz. "He has blades and he can teleport. Other than that, Mister Shu sir knows more than I do."

Pouring them each a shot, she slid one over to her companion. "I'm not a damsel in distress, you know." She muttered it under her breath, an affirmation to herself as well as to the other woman. "And he's not my prince. Except for those shoes; those are ugly prince shoes."

Sighing, she let her shoulders sag as she rolled the glass between her fingers. She was worried about Schuldig, worried about her job, knowing beyond a doubt that being HERE was the last place she was needed. Rufus and Rude were going to kill her, and what a fine Assistant Director she was when some blonde idiot was able to nab her and hide her away in a nudie bar when the end of the world was happening.

Failure.

Her bottom lip shook for a moment, and she was glad Ondrea wasn't here to see the laughable joke of a AD that her sister had become.

She threw back the shot and let it burn everything away on its way down.

[yuberdemon]

((Feel free to skip Yuber at will. Just posting this to say he's there.))

"Cackling hens," Yuber muttered to himself.

Despite being the same creature no matter how he looked, Yuber had noticed some tendancies of himself. In his human form, he was likely to go for a verbal tear-down while as demon, he wanted to rip apart and cut through. His tolerance was shortened as a demon as well, something that shouldn't surprise him too much. Even in his human form, he'd had a temper that brewed not far down. Yuber was restless more often as demon than a human, like now. Keeping an eye on the Network, he worked at sharpening his blades.

Shu would break, of that much he was sure. The question was sooner or later. He needed to get his hands on that book. It was a convenient excuse that everyone thought it was so he couldn't be summoned or pushed into something. While that was a minor concern, Yuber wasn't too worried. Few but a Silverberg who wanted to see their precious strategies go through would have the stomache to do the rituals or be able to deal with the fine particulars of having a contract with a creature like himself. Tricky lot strategists were.

The problem was, if things got bad enough, Yuber didn't doubt that Shu would have the steel in him to traffick with a demon to win. If and when that happened, they might be in for an ugly surprise when a certain German telepath showed up in the summoning circle at first.

Drawing the blade across the whetstone again, Yuber's eyes turned to the terminal screen to greedily await Shu's reply.

[thorn_of_rose]

Sellz couldn't hear whatever it was Yuber had said, but she could catch the gist of it, anyway, and she tossed back the shot with a bit of a snort of amusement. Men the realms over were the same, it seemed, whether human or Mystic or whatever-the-hell-have-you. As for Elena, she could sense the blonde's dispirit, and she continued in that same tone that while she wasn't really willing to test Yuber's willingness to hurt them for whatever his reason was (she didn't know, nor did she particularly care at this point), it didn't mean they had to sit around and be bored, did it? As if to illustrate her point, she felt a jolt as Kagerou decided that she had had enough of the strange green thing chasing her with the crayon and it was now time to climb Sellz' leg in search of warmer laps and scritches.

"Neither of us are damsels, Elena, dear," Sellz' tone was warm but somewhat sharp; it wasn't a comparison she liked in the best of times, the damsel-in-distress line. "But sometimes discretion is the better part of valor." Taking a bottle of something unlabeled, she refilled Elena's shotglass and her own, glancing at her fellow captive. "Besides, I refuse to admit that any man willing to wear those... those travesties against good taste... would be someone I depend on to save me. I'm just seeing where this story leads," she added, casting a glance at Yuber. "And it's easier to deal with whatever might come of this 'end of the world' business if we're in groups, wouldn't you say?" She tossed back her second shot. "If there's a fight, I want in."

[im_not_a_rookie]

Where this story was going to lead? At the moment, she thought it would be with Sunde's roof falling in on them or something dropping out of the deep red sky on them. Maybe with Yuber killing them, but Elena wasn't buying that; if he wanted them dead, they'd be dead.

Maybe with a man in ugly shoes and a shiny stick thing coming to "rescue" them, but she doubted that, too.

Curling her fingers around the shotglass, Elena threw it back with all the skill she gained from her time with Reno and Rude. The warm coils of it sat in her chest before seeping into her stomach, and she went about pouring them two more. "Groups would be better for all of us; someone needs to protect these useless men." After all, Shu was as good in a fight as the kitten Apple, and Schuldig had Geostigma; things weren't boding well for them.

"I wonder if Yuber will let me steal one of his blades and give it to Nathan. Tonberries are deadly with weapons, you know. Nasty little buggers."

[thorn_of_rose]

Unless he got off on watching them squirm, something Sellz wouldn't put past the strange man. She was pretty sure he wouldn't do anything to them just yet, because obviously he was waiting on something. "No kidding," she laughed at the thought of the two of them protecting the men, though she was two thousand percent sure that in her case, at least, it would be a mostly thankless job on the part of said men. "I really should offer to teach Shu some basic magic. That way he would at least be of some use in a fight." Shotglass in hand, she paused as if inspecting the liquor within before lifting the glass to her lips, gulping it down. "I'm glad he's got you to look after him. At least there's someone making sure he doesn't drive himself insane." A grin, and a toss of green hair. It was getting long; she'd have to do something about that eventually. "Sucks not seeing him very often," she added, slightly wistful, "but he's got people who love him and I'm glad for that. This place is... bad, when you go without." A hand lifted to absently toy with the ring strung around her neck, and red eyes shifted with the balance of emotion to a somewhat purplish tinge. She shook it off and refilled her glass, offering a refill to Elena.

"I still don't know how you tolerate them both, though. One's enough for me."

[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena was pretty sure it'd be just as thankless for her, too. Things like this generally were, as depressing of a notion as it might be, but in the end, it didn't matter. She enjoyed just being able to be there for her better halves, and protecting them when she could; she did it because she loved them, much as she did with Shinra and Rufus. Praise, while wonderful, wasn't necessary.

As long as they allowed her into the bed at night, she was happy. That was all the thanks she needed, especially since she knew the feeling was more than mutual.

"You should come by more. Or I can send him your way. You guys were so close, but..." It's been different since he came back. Or moved out. Any host of things. Not that she said as much; she kept her mouth shut on the fact, in an effort to not appear rude.

She took the refill, then a second later, took the shot. "It's a headache." There was a wistful smile gradually crawling over her lips, though, and the buzz was starting to cloud up her head. "I wouldn't trade either of them for the world."