[closed]

[evocation]

Who: Tucker, Wash and Kyna
What: A most likely awkward meet and greet.
Where: Kyna's apartment
When: 10/14, during the day
Warnings: None yet!


[It's a weird day. Kyna can't exactly pinpoint why, other than the fact that she's tired in that drowsy, heavy-limbed way that not even an embarrassing amount of coffee wants to touch. She's flopped on the couch, feet propped up on the armrest, and she lets out a dramatic sigh, grabbing a pillow and covering her face with it.]

God, I'm gonna die.

[She gets whiny when she's bored. Who knew?]

Comments

[hardwearing]

Eventually, yes.

[ Wash stands at the end of the couch with his helmet tucked under his arm -- it's off, at least, he wasn't going to walk over here in civvies. There's a vaguely amused expression on his face as he taps her feet to get her to lift her legs. She can put them down across his lap if she wants. . ]

I sure hope you didn't call me for entertainment.

[evocation]

[She scoots her legs back obediently and then, as he expected, flops them down in his lap as she tugs the pillow off of her face.]

Yeah, I did, but I guess you're gonna remind me of my own mortality or whatever instead.

[hardwearing]

[ He hesitates for a moment, then settles one hand on her shin. It's heavy with the armor, but his grip is gentle, fingers curling around her leg. His other arm winds up on the back of the couch with his helmet. ]

I'm sure you've got a couple decades left...

[evocation]

[She wrinkles her nose at him. He's kidding and she knows it, but...]

Half-elves live a long time.

[And considering all of her friends back home are human, save Tucker, it's not something she likes to think about very often.]

[hardwearing]

...I was wondering about your ears.

[nowherewolf]

[Yeah, today is weird. Tucker hates feeling lazy so he made himself go do something. And now he's gonna come bother Kyna, because that's practically his job.

He lets himself in and starts talking on his way to the living room.]

Hey K, I found potato chips. I don't remember, do you even like barbecue? Whatever, those ones are mine anyway-

[Who the fuck??? He stops short when he notices some guy in huge armor just chillin' on the couch under Kyna's legs.]

Am I interrupting something?

[evocation]

[Kyna is so used to Harlan and Tucker just letting themselves in that she doesn't seem all that bothered. She props herself up on her elbows and rolls her eyes.]

No, God. Wait, are they like, hippie granola bullshit chips or are you gonna get hives?

[hardwearing]

[ The door opens and Wash's head snaps up, and the only thing that keeps him from reaching for his gun is that fact that it's under Kyna's legs and she doesn't panic when this guy just strolls in, like he lives here too, talking about snack foods.

He's definitely on guard now, though, tense and wary as his eyes dart between the two of them. ]

...Kyna?

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker doesn't miss that weird tension. He's pretty confident he could get to his gun faster, but also, he's super not interested in starting a fight here.]

Settle down soldier boy, we're teammates. [That clears it up, right?]

And no I'm not gonna get hives, fuck off. Who's this?

[evocation]

[Kyna frowns a little when Tucker says "teammates", which is probably oversensitive, but when is she not about that kind of thing? She sits up properly, pulling her legs out of Wash's lap.]

Uh, yeah. This is Tucker. Tucker, Wash.

[hardwearing]

[ Soldier boy... Wash pulls a bit of a face, but then Kyna's sitting up and introducing them. He has to be social now, huh?

He stands up, extending an armored hand to Tucker to shake. ]

bork bork bork

[nowherewolf]

[He's torn between the worry that this dude will crush his hand and the need to be polite. God. Tucker takes the hand offered to him.]

You new here? Don't think I've seen you around.

[And you are awfully close with his friend here already. What's up with that?]

smh

[evocation]

[This is... weirdly awkward and Kyna hates it. She gets up, reaching for one of the bags in Tucker's free hand. She's not going to answer for Wash, so...]

I'm taking the barbecue ones.

Re: smh

[hardwearing]

[ Don't worry, Wash is careful to keep his grip gentle, what with being in armor and all. He drops it quickly anyway, nodding in response to the question. ]

I've been here four days.

[ And he's gotten into lots of trouble in that time. 8'D But Tucker doesn't need to know that.

Tucker.

Shit, he misses that asshole. ]

...it was nice to meet you.

[ Because he's going to reach for his helmet and flee now, that Kyna has other company. ]

[nowherewolf]

[He's almost too distracted to catch Kyna swiping his chips. Almost.]

What? No you're not. [He snatches his hand away and holds them up out of her reach.] Those are mine, weren't you paying attention?

[He's tempted to let Wash leave so he can interrogate Kyna about him, but ugh he also doesn't want to make things weird.]

You leavin' already? But I brought chips. It's a party.

[evocation]

[Kyna makes a face when Tucker holds the chips out of her reach, which isn't exactly difficult, but then she's distracted by Wash.]

Yeah, you don't have to go. It's just Tucker.

[hardwearing]

[ Well... okay? He's only just gotten comfortable around Kyna, but. Maybe he can be social. ]

So are you part elf too?

[nowherewolf]

Uh, no.

[Does he look half-elf??? Maybe they don't have elves where this dude's from. Which is insane, but whatever.]

I'm not part anything.

[He's just all non-human, but that's need-to-know.

Tucker tosses the plain chips at Kyna and plops down on the couch.]

[evocation]

He wishes he was that cool.

[Maybe joking will put Wash more at ease? Kyna sits down too, right in the middle of the couch, and rips open the bag of chips. She looks a little disappointed in them.]

But, uh, yeah. My ears are because I'm half-elf.

[hardwearing]

[ There are no elves where Wash is from, only aliens.

Seeing Kyna intentionally left him the corner spot, Wash sits back down -- still stiff, still watching Tucker, but it helps that Kyna's between them. ]

You have magic too, though? Kyna said you guys work together dealing with that sort of thing.

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker snorts.]

Nope, no magic. I mean I have magic stuff? But I don't actually cast spells. Not my department.

[He opens the other bag and frowns in at the chips. He mostly nabbed them because they reminded him of home, but he hasn't actually eaten junk food in a while.]

My department is the department of guns. Bullets are faster than spells anyway.

[evocation]

Guns and lock picking and being sneaky as fuck. Don't sell yourself short.

[She offers the bag of chips to Wash, then glances over at Tucker and nudges him with an elbow.]

Think you can handle all that processed crap?

[hardwearing]

...we've got something in common, then. That's my department, too.

[ Kyna offers him the chips and Wash blinks, then reaches in and takes a few. He doesn't remember the last time he had chips, actually. ]

Thanks.

SORRY I SUCK

[nowherewolf]

Fine, I'm also the department of solving all the puzzles and making sure you don't die.

[An overstatement, perhaps. Or is it? And just to prove Kyna wrong, he shoves two whole chips in his mouth at once.]

You're probably a bit more experienced in the gun division, all things considered.

[The whole like, armor/soldier thing he's got goin' on.]

NO SHH

[evocation]

[Kyna rolls her eyes at Tucker's chip antics, then leans over to whisper to Wash conspiratorially.]

Tucker misses a lot.

SORRY FOR LATE

[hardwearing]

[ Wash grins at that, then considers Tucker. ]

I could give you some pointers, if you want. I oversaw the military training on Chorus... no way you're as bad as some of those recruits.

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker glares at Kyna. Traitor.]

I don't miss a lot. It's just really hard to hit shit that's moving around while you're also moving around. Or shit that's invisible.

[Which is totally cheating.]

There a shooting range around here though? I guess I could use the practice.

[hardwearing]

Not that I know of. I'd just take you down to the tunnels for some practical experience.

[evocation]

Trust me, Tucker's not going anywhere near the tunnels unless you pay him.

[hardwearing]

Why not?

[nowherewolf]

Because I like my fucking body parts intact, thanks.

[evocation]

He also just really, really likes money.

[She's grabbing for those barbecue chips again.]

[hardwearing]

If I'm there nothing will hurt you. But I guess we could just put up some paper targets.

[nowherewolf]

It'd be easier to just set up cans or whatever. And that's a cute sentiment but I can take care of myself, I just prefer not to have to.

[He shrugs.]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash shrugs back, bristling a little. He's not sure what to make of the 'cute sentiment' comment but it feels like a dig. ]

Cans are easier, sure, but paper will show your groupings. Give you a better idea of what you need to work on.

i didn't miss wash's tag leave me alone

[evocation]

[Yeah, okay, Wash seems annoyed, and Kyna loves Tucker to death, but...]

Hey.

[She elbows Tucker in the side.]

He's being nice. Don't get all weird about it.

[nowherewolf]

[Wash has a valid point, he guesses. Tucker's about to comment on it when Kyna elbows him.]

What? I'm not being mean. I'm just saying. [He turns to Wash specifically.] Fine, so K doesn't think I'm being an asshole: I appreciate the concern, but I'd be fine.

And you're right about the paper but I don't know where to find any.

[hardwearing]

[ He uncoils a little with that, nodding. ]

I've got some. I can set up targets if you ever want to practice.

[ Kyna gets a tiny nudge. ]

You too.

[evocation]

Practice with what? A gun?

[She sounds super incredulous.]

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker snorts.]

K's about as likely to start shooting guns as I am to go into those tunnels without being paid to.

[hardwearing]

[ Well it's not like she needs them, with all her offensive spells. Wash shrugs agreeably. ]

Offer's still open. It's always good to have separate skill sets.

How does battle fatigue work with magic, anyway?

[evocation]

Uh... It's exhausting to cast too many powerful spells in a short amount of time. There are some I could cast all day, though.

[nowherewolf]

I guess if you learn to shoot, I have to start learning magic. Can't have you stealing my job.