Hobbies

[brought_it_back]

[Eva has been released from medical care and supervision-with orders to relax, avoid stress, and most of all to not touch the Albatross. And she's still not getting her weapons back. But for the girl who's constantly exercising, practicing at the shooting range, or trying some simulator mission, the first of those orders is the most problematic.

She can be found in the hangar, wearing her usual civilian clothes-a short skirt and a chinese-looking sleeveless top. There, Eva sits across from the Albatross, 'BE THOU AFRAID' displayed in baroque letters on its forehead. She sits there, and watches, and waits.

And waits.

And waits.]

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[break_the_nine]

That's how I feel about you being around - except in my case the stick feels like its jabbing my eye.

[And here's poke twenty one.]

You're a very boring person you know.

[brought_it_back]

There are many worse flaws to have.

[Poked.]

I would appreciate it if you would stop that.

[break_the_nine]

Like being you?

[Poke.]

I'll stop when you actually get a hobby.

[brought_it_back]

That is unfair.

[poked.]

My work is my hobby. Please stop poking me, it is quite annoying.

[break_the_nine]

What's unfair is having to deal with you doing and saying what you always do after something happens.

[He pokes a little harder this time.]

And if you find it annoying why don't you try do something about it?

[brought_it_back]

Your current behavior recklessly endangers missions and lives. If you followed on my advice and acted more like myself, that would not happen.

[She winces slightly at that poke.]

Because then you would reply extremely violently, and I would be forced to kill you, and that is an undesirable outcome.

Though, I am beginning to not care. Stop.

[break_the_nine]

Oh ha ha ha. 'My current behavior'? Well at least I'm TRYING to get better! Unlike you.

[Leos actually smirks at that.]

And if I acted more like you I would've killed you when we first met. Isn't that how you react to things that give you a headache?

[With this Leos pokes her again.]

Go ahead. Try it.

[and again.]

Try and kill me.

[and again.]

What are you waiting for?

[brought_it_back]

There is no problem with my behavior. And unlike you, I am capable of self restraint.

[A poke.]

Now, leave. You will not be asked again.

[Another poke. Eva sighs.]

[When the third poke comes, she acts. There is a glint of metal-how did she sneak a razor blade on base-and she slashes away at Leos's shoulder.]

[break_the_nine]

[Well ouch. Here he was just poking her with a stick and she goes and cuts him. Of course it cuts through skin and she can feel it dig into metal. Leos jerks back and drops the stick to brush at the injury. He looks at his bloody fingers and shakes his head with a smile. Oh it hurt and it definitely send unpleasant tingles through his body when the razor scraped against the cybernetics.]

That kinda hurt you know...

[And considering this he was going to grab her hand and force her to let go of it. If he was a bit rough well... to be expected really.]

[brought_it_back]

[The blade clatters to the ground, Eva's hand clenched tightly. She's successfully disarmed...So it should be a little bit surprising when she draws another small blade with her other hand and jams it into the earlier wound.]

[break_the_nine]

[Yeah about that Eva... jamming it might not have been the best idea because that razor kind of breaks. Inside Leos' arm. No way of knowing if it got into a joint or just cracked against plating. Still though, it should be a tremendous inconvenience. For the both of you that is. In fact since some of those shards probably cut your own hand up.]

Stop. Bleeding on me.

[See this was why knives are a thing, if you still had yours you probably wouldn't have a cut up hand and Leos' grip on your restrained one wouldn't be getting significantly harder. His uninjured hand is going to pull away your bleeding one from him. There was a very murderous look in his eyes to say the least.]

[Given the fact that she not only had some hidden weapons on her, but also attacked him with intent to maim over a trivial annoyance... why he could probably be very well be more than justified in breaking both her arms and follow up with her neck.]

[brought_it_back]

...Why don't you try to do something about it?

[break_the_nine]

[Leos snarls at this and tightens his grasp on her hands. Everything in him was so very tempted to just snap then like twigs before just taking his time and STOMPING HER HEAD INTO THE GROUND-]

I think I will...

[Except... he's going to let go of her and walk away. Which was probably not a smart thing to do. If she had TWO razors, who's to say she doesn't have a third? Or a fourth? He pauses for a moment.]

... You're as bad as I am. Probably worse. I'm going to ask Commander Howe if she can find you some help.

As much as I hate you... I don't want my friends who like you to be sad.

[And he doesn't want them to hate him for killing her either.]

[brought_it_back]

[Eva follows after him anyways. Her hand can wait.]

Don't lie to yourself like that.

[break_the_nine]

Maybe you're the one that's lying to themselves.

[That was the instant reply.]

You're more dangerous than I am.

[brought_it_back]

[She's not letting him go that easily.]

And yet the one who disobeys orders, who goes berserk, who almost definitely is bipolar is...

[break_the_nine]

...

[Leos pauses for a moment... moves over to Eva and pretty much pushes her into the wall and uses his uninjured arm and his heavier weight to keep her there until he deems fit to let her go.]

I'm not the one who sliced a person's shoulder open for just getting poked with a stick. I'm not the one who seems to offer to kill people when others can't. I'm also not the person who got their weapons confiscated.

Maybe I'm crazy and messed up.

But I'm not the reason the both of us are trailing blood all over the floor am I?

[brought_it_back]

[Eva does not immediately reply, aside from a small reflexive gasp as she's pushed up against the wall, Leos's hand on her chest. But there are some subtle changes in the way she stares back at him, the shape of her mouth, the beating of her heart just near his hand-it is an undercurrent of fear.]

...No. No...you are not.

[break_the_nine]

Like I said before. Maybe I'm not the one lying to myself. I could've killed you. I could still do it now. But I'm not going to do that.

So how am I the one without self restraint. Answer. I'm not. Its you.

[Leos lowers his head.]

So I'll say it again... I'm going to go try get you some help. And maybe everyone will be better for it.

[brought_it_back]

[Her heart's still racing as she picks her words.]

Then...The psychologist's office...isn't here. So...

[break_the_nine]

So? Is that a problem?

[brought_it_back]

[There is still another razor blade, hidden in her shoe. But it is not as easy to access as the others, and if the last bout is any indication...If Leos desired something wicked...]

...No...But...if you want to speak to them...you should leave.

[...She does not think she could stop him.]

[break_the_nine]

[Not unless she had actual weaponry instead of hidden hold outs and some distance. Up close like this...?]

I will. But I suggest you learn some self control, and make sure that when Commander Howe arranges for your help - you go for those sessions.

Understand?

[brought_it_back]

Yes...sir.