Dying to get my blood on you (Ch. 4 Ending) [Rock] {Canon}

psikeout · Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:51 pm

Rock had stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

As Ace continued talking, the bloody, mussed-up primate slowly half-turned, then, finally, fully turned to face him. It was a... tired look that he offered up, girded with subtle, unspoken incredulity.

Rock squared up to Ace and shook his head.

"I can't promise I can change that," he said plainly, no drama, no particular emotion to his tone — just a matter-of-fact, soft-spoken statement. "Moments like that one back there in the spaceport, nobody can plan. Nobody can communicate. We just do. And moments like this..."

He flickered a glance beyond the yellow cat, then locked eyes again.

"... There ain't even a chance for talk. Your lil' buddy in the minishorts comes on hot like he's gonna interrogate me with a knife, you pull cards on me," he listed with distaste increasing with each example, "Shadow the friggin' Hedgehog jumps me... Next thing you know, Ember's on me, Mako's on me, Hotpants is sightin' me up with a gun from on top'a some sumo wrestler..."

His bloodpressure was almost visibly rising, but his speaking volume displayed remarkable control, and didn't increase beyond a low, indoor voice.

"I have a good mind to tell all'a y'all to get off my damn boat right now."

Mie · Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:02 pm

It was sort of eerie, the way she had turned in perfect timing with, as a perfect mirror image of Rock, when their attention had been beckoned. She stared unreadably for half a beat before deferring to the whiter primate with a meaningful glance, as she turned, and kept walking back toward the command center.

Starkly contrasted to the many, many words Jam had had for Ace earlier, she had nothing to say now; it was with a labored silence that she approached the array of consoles, and feigned preoccupation with the multitude of keypads and displays.

Greens · Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:34 pm

"..."

Ace had just about filled his quota for heavy, meaningful stares for the day. So with a few seconds of the tensest silence he'd experienced all day (which meant pretty damn tense), he took two steps backwards, and sighed out his nose.

"Fine," he answered grimly, and turned around again. "Then at least have mine take me back to my girl. I like to think I can still trust her."

And, unless stopped, he'd be back on his way down the stairs, hands in his pockets... until he scooped up the same crumpled-up cigarette he'd left back there, and slipped it back into his mouth.

psikeout · Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:50 pm

Rock turned his head toward the closest Egg Gunner without actually looking at it, his eyes boring cold holes through Ace's back as he left.

"Escort everyone to the nearest hangar with a usable shuttle."

The Egg Gunner and its squad silently stalked off to do as they were told, weapons trained.

Rock watched with steely resolve and posturing, feet evenly spaced and hands folded behind his back, until the machines and their escorted parties departed his view.

"'Secrets,'" he sputtered under his breath, bitter. He turned and sauntered over by Jam, that dead-worn-out look on his face again.

He leaned backward against the cold edge of one of the consoles next to her, resting elbows on its surface; he sighed inaudibly.

"You wanna hear a secret?"

Mie · Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:58 pm

Despite her best attempts at aloofness, Jam's attention was conspicuously drawn as Ace's flimsy attempt to reconcile with Rock fizzled out. There was something heavy behind her hard, distant stare, which fluttered as if from a reverie at the other primate's sudden company, to say nothing of the question. The smaller simian's brow hung in a constant state of furrow, as her head turned slowly towards the source of the query.

psikeout · Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:37 pm

Rock glanced fleetingly to Jam, then back out into empty space. Then, he turned to face the console and started fiddling with something on one of the few touch screens that remained intact. A diagram of the hangar bay appeared along with graphical representations of the ships and the passengers approaching them (as well as their armed escorts).

"You know all that stuff I say about being okay with everybody seein' me as the bad guy all the time?" he asked rhetorically, barely above a mumble, as he tapped the screen. His face was emotionless and his mouth held no expression, but there was a nearly imperceptible "frown" about the outer corners of his eyes as he stared down at the panel.

"That's a lie."

The corners of the reddish primate's lips pulled sharply downward, and, in the same motion that the whole of her body turned towards him, her jaw lowered, as if wanting to say something. But what does one say to such an admission?

He locked gaze with her again. This time, however, there was a... peculiar gleam about his pink and blue eyes.

"But sometimes?" he digressed, brows raising, and the faintest, smallest, snidest smirk forming as pressed one last button on the screen with finality,

"I just really don't care."

Her eyes followed Rock's manipulation of the controls, prying invasively into their activities. Her lips pursed that final, decisive jab at the screen, poorly suppressing a vindictive smile. In then end, she settled for a shrug of her eyebrows, a smirk that looked a little too satisfied, and a single hand sneaking up the neighboring white shoulder.

"You're more fun when you don't, anyway."

The loaded shuttle's destination was marked on a globe on the screen by a big yellow dot, a set of coordinates, and the words:

Chun-nan

Dying to get my blood on you (Ch. 4 Ending) [Rock] {Canon}

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