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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 12, 2010 0:44:00 GMT -5
It seemed a miracle that things had even come along this far. Sorcha had never been entirely sure if she would be able to convince Beraht to leave the Bog, but it hadn't stopped her from trying. She... well, the truth of it was, she missed him whenever she wasn't in the Bog, but she had a proper job now, and it was making it even more difficult to find the time to visit him. As much as she'd been hoping, however, she'd never really expected him to say yes. The butterfly-flutters from that shock still hadn't faded as she stood beside the man, glancing down the path to the next apartment on their list. Her little home was tiny, far too small for both of them to live comfortably in, but now that she had a proper paycheck... They could expand. Start something new. That was what this was all about, wasn't it? Something new, for both of them. Sorcha had never lived with anyone other than her family, and Beraht... Well, she didn't really know, but that was okay. The little things were the things she would learn over time and through closeness. Right? The bat-hybrid sat back on her haunches, thoughtfully scratching at her chin as she looked over the sheet that Rodney had given her. A list of apartments and houses available in the Capital, all of them in walking (or flying, for Sorcha) distance of the headquarters. This one was the first on the list, a quiet little cottage in the middle of what looked like a nice neighborhood. There was space out front for a garden, and a charming front porch. She glanced up at the Reptile, her green eyes flashing bright with excitement. " Well? What do you think? They've got an open house tomorrow, if you want to check out the inside of it first...[/b]"
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Post by Bee on Feb 12, 2010 1:46:54 GMT -5
He thought it a doomed venture, somewhere in the back of his head. But he fought it. Looked at the list. Proffered by a (trusted? Perhaps) companion of Sorcha's. (He wanted to meet he police force. He also wanted to stay several thousand miles away from them.) The area looked clean. The houses neat. Exactly the kind of place no one would suspect was on the brink of collapsing into crime and mayhem. He glanced at the house, uneasily. Doomed venture, he thought, again. Squashed the thought. This was to be near Sorcha. It'd taken everything he had to come. No deceptively polished fence would ruin it. Somewhere, there was the perfect house. Probably not this one. But he would investigate it. Top to bottom. Access the strengths and weaknesses. Ask about the neighborhood. Good, at least, to develop a technique. (And try to be open-minded. A porch was just a porch.) (It had to be just a porch.) "Open house," he agreed. Her enthusiasm was infectious. (But they needed to be cautious.) He looked down at the list. "What's next?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 12, 2010 2:06:53 GMT -5
Sometimes, Beraht's mind was a mystery to the woman. She had no idea what was going on behind the single eye that would show anything. The man was simply too skilled at presenting an utterly level and calm exterior to the rest of the world. By contrast, Sorcha knew that her emotions were on display - a light display, at that - and were impossible for others to ignore.
Now, the glowing of her orbs had brightened considerably, egged on by the excitement and joy she felt from simply being here with Beraht. It felt so strange to see him in the city - she'd long since associated his presence with trees and mud and gloom that this seemed almost dream-like, in a way.
"Alright, I'll be sure to let them know we want to take a closer look at it," she replied brightly, making a check next to it on the page. It all seemed so overwhelming, but it was worth the strain. She knew he didn't approve of the place she was living now, but part of her wondered if he'd really approve of any place. "The next one... hmm. It's a part of a pretty big complex on Junko Street, I think. Maybe... Third floor?" It was closer to the middle of town, which was nice, but she gave the man a sidelong glance. Would he even want to look at this one?
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Post by Bee on Mar 23, 2010 12:28:56 GMT -5
He didn’t like the idea of a big complex any more than he liked the idea of an isolated little unit. Too few people then. Too many people there. Who knew about the neighbors? So many of them. Impossible to inspect them all. Rotten food slips quality control. Poisons the whole batch. It only takes one.
Statistically…Statistically….
He needed to be quality control. Maybe, maybe an apartment in a little complex. In a decent area. He could…get to know people. Knock on their doors. Say hello. Look them in the eye. Watch them cower. Wet themselves maybe, stutter a bit, cry; there were many physical cues. He would know they weren’t a threat.
Maybe then smile and wave goodbye, because it was…polite.
Sorcha would like that, probably. Him making friends with the neighbors.
Neighbor quality control, he decided. It was a good idea.
“Maybe someplace…smaller?” he suggested.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 7, 2010 2:16:22 GMT -5
For a moment, Sorcha's nose wrinkled up, and she stared back down at her notes. Of all the places she'd been pointed at, there was almost certainly something that was wrong with all of them. Even she could pick out the problems, if she looked at them with a bit more critical an eye than she normally would. "Yeah, I can't imagine the noise a full complex could make, especially on that side of town.[/b]" Thoughtfully, she tapped her pen against her snout, ears panning forward. She had to think like the Dragon would think, see things through his eyes. That would make the flaws more obvious.
The next building on the list, for example, was a block away from a park. On the surface, that seemed nice, but in the warmer months the city's destitute were sure to emerge from the woodwork and make the benches their homes. Sometimes, they would be sure to make their way into the neighborhoods. That certainly wouldn't do. This one, though... "A smaller unit close to a family home... I know the owner of the main house, they're on the Force.[/b]" Another sensitive subject, she had found. But dangerous as it may have been, it was a damn good job.
She glanced up at him, waiting for his response. Someone in her position might have been frustrated.
Not Sorcha. Sorcha was far too happy to be here - in the Capital - now - with the mysterious man. Even looking at him - there was that strange sense of gravity, again, weighing in the pit of her stomach, warm for all its heaviness. For Beraht, Sorcha could muster infinite patience.
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Post by Bee on Nov 11, 2010 20:05:33 GMT -5
The Force. He willed himself to give them the benefit of the doubt. Didn't like that the job routinely put Sorcha in potential danger. Didn't like that someone assigned those missions and made it so. But it was something she loved. If Sorcha trusted them, they must have been trustworthy. Or else extremely cunning.
No. Trustworthy, trustworthy, trustworthy. He repeated it to himself until he could at least entertain the notion. He nodded at Sorcha. Try to make something work. That was the goal. He could focus on it. Steer himself towards it. Open to possibilities. No place would be completely free of hazard. That's what vigilance was for.
Theirs, though. That was the important thing. The goal.
"Sounds promising," he said, at last. Also a chance to maybe meet someone Sorcha worked with. Size them up in person. Day had to come, he supposed. Trustworthy or merely cunning?
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