Fight or Flight [Closed log]
Who: Garnet & Beatrix
What: Accidental run-in
Where: Agrabah Marketplace --> Narshe Zozo
When: Sunday Morning
Warnings: Cursing
Status: Complete
It was another bright and sunny day in Twilight City, and Dagger was taking Snow White's suggestion to explore the market. She felt a little better now that she had a job and felt oddly at home with Tantalus. And then there was Zidane, who, for some reason she felt even more comfortable around, like she had trusted him before. She was glancing at tiny porcelain jester dolls that made her stomach turn for some reason, when she glanced up and saw aflash of familiar hair.
At first she thought she was being paranoid and ridiculous, but then the woman turned, and Dagger saw her face. Crap! She thought to herself, and then started in the other direction as carefully as she could, keeping Beatrix in her peripheral vision, until she knew that she had been spotted, and then she started running, dodging through the crowd, and not pausing to apologise.
The purpose for her venture out into the flithy, crowded marketplace was not to track down the girl, not to start any trouble, not to become involved in a fight ... But half of that was already shot to hell anyway. The bags under the agent's eyes were evidence of the repeated pattern of long nights with short sleep cycles. At that particular moment on that particular morning, all Beatrix wanted was some goddamned fruit.
But no. The man at the produce stand kept babbling in some language she didn't understand and upping the price. The apples weren't even that fresh. They were bruised! Who the hell would spend that much on a bloody apple? The incident had ended with her giving him the finger and stalking off, frazzled and still quite hungry. In fact, she probably would have missed that flash of dark hair, that familiar face entirely if Garnet hadn't upset so many pedestrians in her escape.
Hunger and sleep deprivation forgotten, the woman tore into a run after her. Any unwitting passerby that might meander into her path would just have to deal with the painful consequences.
Dagger had a problem, and she wasn't at all sure where to go. She dodged past a cart, glancing over her shoulder for a moment. Beatrix didn't look good. She had to wonder if that was her fault, and how both Bea and steiner had been handling her absence.
Still, she couldn't go back, wouldn't go back, she hadn't yet figured out how to get rid of PHM--or phlegm as she secretly called him--and fix her mother. She had run away and she wasn't going back. Luckily, or unluckily, they were running out of market. She hoped that Bea woouldn't shoot her, but she didn't think so.
"Damnit," she muttered under ber breath, knocking some poor woman out of her way. This wasn't the way she'd wanted things to go down... She didn't want to have to chase her down like this - or force anything on her at all.
"Garnet! Stop!!" As the crowds began to disperse, she took the chance of calling out her name. If they happened into an open area, she'd be able to catch up in an instant. There was no circumstance in the whole world that would cause Beatrix to fire a weapon at her, but she wished that she'd just listen.
And suddenly, Dagger felt like Garnet again and wanted to listen, but it wasn't just her that was at risk anymore. She wanted to stop and talk to her, but her instincts were telling her to flee, because there was no way she could take Beatrix on.
Instead, she darted into the area of the town she knew best, which was Narshe Zozo, she had lived there for the most paranoid of areas and had quickly learned the twisting streets and alleys.
Beatrix gritted her teeth at the quickly changing surroundings, slowing her pace down considerably so that she could take in each minute detail of the area. This was a dangerous part of town ... but what was unnerving was that it was an unfamiliar part of town. Calling her name was out of the question now - she had enough sense to realize that.
Garnet twisted through the streets and alleyways, before doubling back and taking another different path, until she ended up back at her old apartment, and slid inside, hoping she had lost the older woman, and feeling guilty for it.
Somewhere along the way, the teenager had veered right. By the time Beatrix reached the corridor of buildings ... it was too late. The alley had split into three directions and she was forced to guess which one Garnet had taken - it was simply her luck that she had guessed wrong.
Now the woman had stopped giving chase entirely, pausing for a moment in the midst of the maze to catch her breath and cursing her own fatigue... and her foolishness. Perhaps if she'd sent her a message when she had the chance, the marketplace would have been a rendezvous point instead of ...
... Shaking her hear wearily, the older woman dusted herself off and began to make her way back to the market. She was going to have breakfast one way or the other... and then, later... possibly a drink.
What: Accidental run-in
Where: Agrabah Marketplace --> Narshe Zozo
When: Sunday Morning
Warnings: Cursing
Status: Complete
It was another bright and sunny day in Twilight City, and Dagger was taking Snow White's suggestion to explore the market. She felt a little better now that she had a job and felt oddly at home with Tantalus. And then there was Zidane, who, for some reason she felt even more comfortable around, like she had trusted him before. She was glancing at tiny porcelain jester dolls that made her stomach turn for some reason, when she glanced up and saw aflash of familiar hair.
At first she thought she was being paranoid and ridiculous, but then the woman turned, and Dagger saw her face. Crap! She thought to herself, and then started in the other direction as carefully as she could, keeping Beatrix in her peripheral vision, until she knew that she had been spotted, and then she started running, dodging through the crowd, and not pausing to apologise.
The purpose for her venture out into the flithy, crowded marketplace was not to track down the girl, not to start any trouble, not to become involved in a fight ... But half of that was already shot to hell anyway. The bags under the agent's eyes were evidence of the repeated pattern of long nights with short sleep cycles. At that particular moment on that particular morning, all Beatrix wanted was some goddamned fruit.
But no. The man at the produce stand kept babbling in some language she didn't understand and upping the price. The apples weren't even that fresh. They were bruised! Who the hell would spend that much on a bloody apple? The incident had ended with her giving him the finger and stalking off, frazzled and still quite hungry. In fact, she probably would have missed that flash of dark hair, that familiar face entirely if Garnet hadn't upset so many pedestrians in her escape.
Hunger and sleep deprivation forgotten, the woman tore into a run after her. Any unwitting passerby that might meander into her path would just have to deal with the painful consequences.
Dagger had a problem, and she wasn't at all sure where to go. She dodged past a cart, glancing over her shoulder for a moment. Beatrix didn't look good. She had to wonder if that was her fault, and how both Bea and steiner had been handling her absence.
Still, she couldn't go back, wouldn't go back, she hadn't yet figured out how to get rid of PHM--or phlegm as she secretly called him--and fix her mother. She had run away and she wasn't going back. Luckily, or unluckily, they were running out of market. She hoped that Bea woouldn't shoot her, but she didn't think so.
"Damnit," she muttered under ber breath, knocking some poor woman out of her way. This wasn't the way she'd wanted things to go down... She didn't want to have to chase her down like this - or force anything on her at all.
"Garnet! Stop!!" As the crowds began to disperse, she took the chance of calling out her name. If they happened into an open area, she'd be able to catch up in an instant. There was no circumstance in the whole world that would cause Beatrix to fire a weapon at her, but she wished that she'd just listen.
And suddenly, Dagger felt like Garnet again and wanted to listen, but it wasn't just her that was at risk anymore. She wanted to stop and talk to her, but her instincts were telling her to flee, because there was no way she could take Beatrix on.
Instead, she darted into the area of the town she knew best, which was Narshe Zozo, she had lived there for the most paranoid of areas and had quickly learned the twisting streets and alleys.
Beatrix gritted her teeth at the quickly changing surroundings, slowing her pace down considerably so that she could take in each minute detail of the area. This was a dangerous part of town ... but what was unnerving was that it was an unfamiliar part of town. Calling her name was out of the question now - she had enough sense to realize that.
Garnet twisted through the streets and alleyways, before doubling back and taking another different path, until she ended up back at her old apartment, and slid inside, hoping she had lost the older woman, and feeling guilty for it.
Somewhere along the way, the teenager had veered right. By the time Beatrix reached the corridor of buildings ... it was too late. The alley had split into three directions and she was forced to guess which one Garnet had taken - it was simply her luck that she had guessed wrong.
Now the woman had stopped giving chase entirely, pausing for a moment in the midst of the maze to catch her breath and cursing her own fatigue... and her foolishness. Perhaps if she'd sent her a message when she had the chance, the marketplace would have been a rendezvous point instead of ...
... Shaking her hear wearily, the older woman dusted herself off and began to make her way back to the market. She was going to have breakfast one way or the other... and then, later... possibly a drink.