Sometimes you just gotta talk [Closed]

[faithfulflame]

Who: Rei Hino & Koumei, possibly others.
What: Rei talks to some people? Sort of a catch-all
When: February
Where: Vista City
Warnings: None except maybe language.




The news was difficult, a text and then nothing. It didn't matter if they'd split up before then, it still hurt seeing it and knowing he was gone. Somewhere, presumably home. A bitter pill, but one she had to swallow for the moment. Of course she wasn't about to leave it at that. A quick call and a few curt promises and Rei was out and about to meet someone. Sitting in the lot of a favorite cafe, her little car idling, she waited for that walking mop of red hair. When it appeared, she beeped lightly, not wanting to get out into the cold.


((ooc: Closed catch-all for a few scenes. If you want to catch Rei, poke me on Plurk and we can discuss a scene.))

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[dishevelment]

Cue his brows shooting up surprise at that admission.

"A car? You're certain!?"

[faithfulflame]

"I can snap a wooden doorframe with a squeeze...and I've lifted the front end of these a little, just to see..."

[dishevelment]

"It doesn't need to be flashy if you have actual strength like that. I think all I'm really able to do is teleport people and objects around."

[faithfulflame]

"Which...if you keep it secret...gives us a strategic advantage."

[dishevelment]

"I know it does-- and I plan to. But your strength gives us a major advantage, too."

[faithfulflame]

"Potentially. Though I hope our rescuers manage something without a fight."

[dishevelment]

"I hope so too....but, with how Santiago's retaliated against some of our own in Pride? I doubt it will be a clean affair."

[faithfulflame]

"Which means we need to be vigilant and ready to help. And perhaps find a way to get you away from Santiago. Blanche...is a lot more restrained."

[dishevelment]

"Frankly, I'm not sure how much I trust either of them right now-- but Virgo does seem to be tamer and more professional overall than Pride."

[faithfulflame]

"Neither's trustworthy, but one's less likely to...rip out your heart..."

[dishevelment]

A hand went over his chest at those words, upon the very place where he recalled being impaled in that one dream.

"I'd prefer keeping my heart in it's current place," he said quietly, "Though I know how fragile a thing it is."