She finished cleaning her eyes, still chuckling. Her grey eyes looked at Krsnik and she almost started laughing again, trying to hold.
"Bub, if you're talkin' about it, then it bothered you. But if a little 'sair got yer eye twitchin'.. Hmm, I wonder 'bout the real deal."
She carefully inhaled the cigarette smoke, and exhaled making a circular ring of fire in the direction of Krsnik. Aiming with her free hand, she pointed her finger like it was a gun, aimed at Krsnik, right smack in the middle of the lazy travelling ring. She shot and the ring dissolved in front of him.
"Killer. Is that your little mind think I am, bub? A murderer for hire. A filthy bloody merc, innit? Well, you're right. That is part of me, but mah sweet summer child.. I ain't nothin' like you."
The corsair brought another glass, filled with whisky. Placing it on top of the table, she slightly smiled towards Krsnik and left. Silver eyed the exchange and smirked.
"Oh boy. She has the hots for you. Careful now, they bite. Hungry little things."
Silver smirked as she took the glass to her mouth once again. and took another deep breath from her cigarette.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
She was right and wrong, that was almost contradictory to say in his head, she was right that on a basic level he had her figured out, but upon looking deeper and with more focus, they were clearly different people, here with different motivations and living their lives with different goals in mind. He was sure that if their conversation ever went in the direction of what they planned to do with their lives, it might become abundantly clear just how different both of them truly were. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the waitress that was tending to their table glancing back in his direction, but he visibly made no attempt to care.
"If what you say is true, then I'm going to kill her hopes if necessary." In a way he was sure he could figure out if her statement was true or false, if the waitress came back to the table for no reason other than to ask him a question he already answered, then Silver's intuition was once again right. He was beginning to perceive her own inherent ability to read people, and in a way that made him feel as if he were looking around with new eyes.
"The last thing I need is a Cretan hounding me out of infatuation.." He mumbled, almost being tempted to tell her that this was her fault and that she could have picked any waitress in the establishment, but had to select the Cretan. While adept at how to circumnavigate a nuclear mine, he was relatively clumsy when it came to awkward social situations.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
Her mouth flashed a grin. Predator like. Like a prey with a gimp leg was in front of her. The smoke of the cigarette eerily left her mouth, like brimstone and fire were the composition of her innards.
"I can help ye with that, kid."
She turned her head, leaning in the couch and did the same routine with the finger as she before, minus the smoking ring. She whistled towards the waitress, that rose her head meeting Silver's eyes. The corsair eyes opened in horror and her mouth opened to speak.
"Santa-"
Silver shot her imaginary handgun, and the waitress head exploded, causing panic in the bar. The security guards came in, and quickly between them and O'Reilly, the chaos subsided. O'Reilly looked at Silver and just shook his head.
"I'll get ye a new one, ol' man."
Silver replied to the old bartender. She then turned back to Krsnik with that same grin and grabbed her cigarette, inhaling once again.
"There ya go, big bad corsair won't bother you again."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
There was a moment of silence, from him, but just as she brought her eyes back to him, the table brought in two, setting bits of the composite slab that it was once ricocheting through the air, though it would for the most part fall harmlessly in a cascade of black sprinkles across the floor. He had broken it with an unrestrained slam of his hand, coupled with the servos within the bicep and forearm of the suit, a dull pain persisted from the outburst however, he had more than definitely bruised his hand rather harshly. He'd been polite enough to wait and smash the table once she had her drink in her hands once more.
"You don't kill non-combatants! She wasn't a threat to anyone in this bar and you plastered her head across the entire goddamn wall. You're right. I thought we were both monsters, but clearly the only demented LUNATIC in this bar is you!" He was on his feet now, feeling too frustrated with her to walk back towards the booth to retrieve his helmet, instead having a small grappling hook shoot out from the gauntlet under his forearm and do this for him by clasping onto the tubes of the 'bucket' he so often wore.
"We're finished here. Enjoy your drink barbarian." Though taking off the helmet had taken a series of complicated motions, in his anger he made it look so seamless in how it could be fixed back on, virtually hitting all the braces back into place all at once, locking the bucket back where it belonged and turning on his heels.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
And once again, that laugh. That fiendish laugh of a devil.
No. It was deeper than that. It was coming in to his ears like someone was breathing cold air in his spine.
"Now you gonna have to pay for the table, Red."
Silver downed her glass in one go and burped. The corsair waitress appeared and took her empty glass. She eyed Krsnik and smiled sheepishly and with an actually look of interest and regret for playing him.
"T'was an hologram, kiddo. Your specialty, so I've heard. Although the table wasn't. Good thing you didn't ruined the whisky."
That hand raised in the form of a handgun again, aimed at Krsnik, and Silver grinned.
"Or wasn't it?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
In response to her pointing a finger at him, he had his suit's shoulder-guard on the right side move over, letting a miniaturized tachyon emitter free. It rotated along its concealed mount and pointed back at her, meeting her little dare with one of his own. He had to turn around to see if the waitress was still there or not, whether the red mist along the walls was still falling down in clumps.
He seemed to refuse to say anything more to her for the moment, seeing the same woman there among the crowd he approached her, stopping just one foot shy of her personal space in the room, letting his bucket's optical sensors do the job of verifying that she was actually there, actually breathing in front of him, going so far as to touch her face for a moment before recoiling his hand back to his side.
"You've made your point." With the helmet on his tone was modulated, but even so he sounded rather deflated and perhaps even shaken from the peak of anger he'd just boiled up to and slid back down in the span of seconds. He was more human than he gave himself credit for.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
Silver sighed and while he went to check the waitress out, she got up and moved to another booth, cigarette in hand. She sat again, kicking back and shouted to O'Reilly.
"Bottle, two glasses, ol'man. The table's on him."
She eyed Krsnik and smirked, while crossing her legs.
"Git yer bucket off. Those angry eyes were a sight to behold. Now let me see them when they actually learned somethin'."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Having calmed, he went through the entire process of unlocking, removing the braces and then finally removing his helmet a second time, his eyes still seemed as sharp as they were before, though they had lost the previous piercing look that sprung into existence due to all the anger. The tachyon emitter automatically shut itself down with the helmet removed, retreating back under his concealed space beneath the shoulder-guard, he was doubtful the bartender would take social credits.
Glancing back at her and sighing rather audibly, he'd turn back to the waitress for a moment, as if to say something before deciding against it, instead turning around to rejoin Silver at her new table, kicking a stray chunk of the composite slab out of his way and to a corner so that it wouldn't be a bother to anyone but the cleaner. "What was that supposed to teach me, Silver?".
He wanted to believe she had a purpose for doing all of that, but he was coming to accept the likelihood that she might have just done it for a kick, maybe his reaction provided her with amusement he had denied by being somewhat civil in the face of a Cretan waitress.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
She exhaled her smoke, and looked at him with those grey eyes, serious, piercing him. And smirked, again.
"Teachin'? That ain't teachin'. That was a show'n'tell. Funny you didn't asked how I did it. And while it's all fun and games, I want two answers first, even before I start to really teach you, darlin'."
And once again, like a bruise that kept hurting, the corsair girl appeared once again, slightly blushing and shy, placing the bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses on the table. Silver nodded in a greeting fashion, and opened the bottle pouring some into one of the glasses, and without looking at Krsnik, asked.
"Who sent me that message?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
He knew this was why she wanted his helmet off, to read his eyes when he was going to answer her, to search for a lie. But by now she must have understood that he was the kind of person to spit out a lie and force himself to believe it, to turn complete falsehoods into truth where necessary.
The way to bypass this question would have to be done in parts, he would need a set-up, a twist and then an element of deniability, all to avoid having to tell her it was Xei that reached out, having been requested to not surrender the alias before, during or even after the meeting. "I made a mention of you in a series of communications. One to the Commissariat's archive and one to a third party, I wanted to know who the 'Red Witch' was. I didn't get very far in what I could figure out, but from what I was able to find, I openly lauded you as a woman of strength and independence. Who acted upon my words is an answer I can't know, my guess is as good as yours.".
He had told her a lie based on a fundamental truth, he didn't know Xei. He was certain of that, this made keeping his focus on the false facts entirely uninterrupted. It would have been far easier to have been cut-throat and given a damn, but a deal was a deal.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
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