They Took Mr. Stabems and Now Everything Is Terrible

[brought_it_back]

[Eva-Or, as she's more likely known, the strange girl from security with that weird robot-is feeling down recently, despite stellar and slightly uncanny performance on the mission with the Zhar battalion. Rumors, spreading fast as they do, make it pretty easy to find out-she attempted to murder the walt-child, and was given a three-hour dressing down by Commander Howe in response. A loud dressing down, the kind that can be heard from down the hallway through an office's closed door.

She can generally be found moping about Alhambra, looking about as happy as a sack of potatoes with chronic depression, and spends more of her time in the gym.]

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[brought_it_back]

Your ulcers are painful, but can be treated...and are not life threatening.

That girl represents a threat to my continued existence, I am sure. Evil or not...

[cloningblues]

Your pain... Did it happen again at any point after she emerged? Are you sure that wasn't a one-time thing?

[brought_it_back]

There was...something similar, with the scarlet twins. And it is like the sense I had when that white robot teleported in...but far, far worse. If the feeling from that white robot was like a slight burn, what she triggered was like being incinerated.

[cloningblues]

But she only triggered it once, when she appeared.

If it won't happen anymore, it should be okay, right?

[brought_it_back]

And if it is the precursor to other, more destructive actions?

[cloningblues]

You can't shoot someone just because of an "if".

[brought_it_back]

I suspect that I can.

[cloningblues]

First: no you can't, because they took away your gun.
Second: you're messed up, you know?

[brought_it_back]

[Eva thinks briefly of that case of weapons back at her apartment; Her only real private property, none of them have been confiscated, not even the rocket launcher. Best not mention those.]

...Right.

And...yes.

[cloningblues]

Don't admit it so readily.