risingshepard | 1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]

[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.

There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?

[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...

But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?

[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]

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I'll say. About the only difference is that it's grown to be galaxy-wide by now, if that makes sense. [Yay, saving the council.]

And yeah, it gets hectic now and then. Nothing I can't deal with, though. What about you? What do you usually come to blows with?

It makes complete sense. There are going to be problems at every level once someone decides to lay down a strict set of rules. It just gets messier as the scale gets larger.

[Thank the Malnosso for that re-anchoring incident. It was fixed, but he retained his memory of how interplanetary politics worked in one world.]

My enemies aren't near as flashy as yours, Commander. My Earth is in the late twentieth-century, and I'm just a man with a brain and a gun. One of my greatest rivals is a member if the ICPO, if that gives you a reference, and I've faced everyone from corrupt politicians to men who made themselves monsters. Literally.

...There was that time when a giant immortal brain tried to kidnap my girlfriend and destroy my world...but that was one of those once in a lifetime occurrences. I'm not even sure that I believe it happened sometimes.

[She's just listening to him intently, but the moment he brings up the sentient brain, that really throws her off. So not what she was expecting from 20th century Earth.]

You know, I'm not sure of what to make of that myself. Sounds like something you'd see after a creeper overdose.

It was the Seventies. [As if that explained anything to a space-faring military woman.]

All I know was that he abducted my girl, my rival believed I was dead because of cloning, and I had the tip of a friend's sword in my pocket at the end of it.

Whatever it was...it was real enough.

Think it'd be pointing out the obvious if I said that was a messy situation.

[Just a small beat.] You mentioned your rival was part of the 'ICPO'. That some sort of police force?

It was very messy, but it was also a very long time ago.

[And the threat was neutralized--he made certain of that. No one but his closest friends know what really happened that day, and that was fine by him. He was no hero.]

That's right. The ICPO is an international police organization, and the only one of its kind in my world. It's also called Interpol, and the only organization that's larger is the UN-- the United Nations. It's not a bad outfit, but it has problems like every other large-scale organization that you can think of.

[And at least they didn't have anything fall on their heads, like Shep did. :|]

By that logic, you must be somewhere between a criminal of some sort and a buddy to the cops. [Have a slightly unreadable stare, Arsene--if you want to guess, she's trying to decide if she looks accusing or curious. :|]

Close enough! [He grins at her reaction, gleeful that he's surprised yet another hapless New Feather.]

I'm a prankster on an international level, but I have helped the Inspector take down worse criminals from time to time.

It's not a bad life, really. It's just not one that can be kept up here.

I must be a magnet for troublemakers.

[First Jack, then Grunt, now this goof. Don't mind if she cradles her head for a bit. :|]

Just so I know I can put up with you, what're the odds that you'll play some screwball trick on me behind my back?

[Between his current 'condition', the medication that was being used to help control it, and his schedule steadily filling up, he had no clear answer to give her. How he felt varied from day to day, and he couldn't rely on much anything at the moment.]

...That depends entirely on how we get to know each other. If I do anything, it won't be 'bad'--that much I can promise you.

You're used to pranksters?

Can't say I am. I can say, though, that I've dealt with my share of headaches. [She's already had a year's worth of experience holding an entire ship together. Not to mention, at times, she can be a bit of a prankster amongst her crew herself. :|]

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[Good enough.]

Oh, I think you'll be able to handle anything I dish out just fine then.

[Why is she getting the feeling she's going to start missing the solace of her cabin? Why? :|]

Pleasant. Guess that means we'll be getting along just as well, too. [Hello, caustic tone. :|']

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