<> <> (It's that same day, right?) <> * Katherine is just stumbling out of the shower, actually. Extremely flushed from what must have been a very long shower, she digs through her bag, and starts putting on clothing. She's moving somewhat mechanically, overall, which is definitely odd for her. In fact, she almost steps on Eck during the whole process of getting dressed. * Katherine finishes dressing, well, where finished is black bra and shorts, and checks around for her guns. Not finding them, she curses half-heartedly. "I knew they'd fucking do this." She flumphs on the bed. "Fuckers, all of 'em." <> * Katherine idly feels for both the bullet holes she had earlier, and finds neither, having to sit up to check the leg shot. She ends up sitting on the edge of the bed with her lips pressed together in a slight smile when the knock comes. "Who is it?" * Rochelle speaks from the other side. "It's me. Knocking's what you do on Earth, right?" * Katherine smirks a little. "Well, it's what Thren does. Anyone with you?" Nah. Vwoof's sleepin'. (Sliding or swinging or voice activated doors?) (Hello? ^_^;) <> * Katherine stands and walks over to the door. She hits the button from the side, so as to not give the whole world a view of her outfit. "Come on in, then." * Rochelle glances at Katherine, then steps in, sure. She's wearing the same black jeans and t-shirt from earlier that day, and since they look fine, she probably wasn't shot or anything too nasty. * Katherine closes the door behind Roch, and then walks back over to the bed, thudding back down, leaning backward and supporting herself with her hands on the bed. She doesn't say anything. * Rochelle watches her thud before looking around and spotting a chair. She has a seat on it, more or less crosslegged. "So... you okay?" * Katherine nods very slightly, and fingers her stomach again, about two inches away from a different bullet-shaped scar. "Yeah, they pumped me back full of blood. No scars, either." She chuckles faintly. "Just like it never happened." Yeah. You just looked kinda mad, so I was wonderin'. * Katherine grins. "I did, didn't I?" She swallows, then sighs. "Yeah, I was. Still am, but... you can only be angry for so many hours while you get patched up. It gets tiring." Her hair is actually unbraided and still wet, one might notice as well. * Rochelle nods. "If you say so." She rubs at the back of her neck. "I didn't really need to be patched up." * Katherine smirks a little. "So what happened to you all, anyway? Surprise grab?" Yup. You guys left, we sat for a little while, and then six exos were around us. * Rochelle idly rubs at one of her nails. * Katherine winces. "Sorry. We all got screwed on that one. Way too many soldiers." She leans back and looks up at the ceiling very briefly. It's 'cause he was wrong, right? Well, the intel was off, so I guess, yeah, he was. * Rochelle nods. * Katherine chuckles. "Then again, if you'd tagged along, you'd have just been in the middle of that..." she shakes her head, "Nsaty fucking fight, it was." But you all lived. It's what's important. * Katherine chuckles faintly. "Yeah." She blinks once or twice, and her voice softens a notch. "Yeah, that's what fucking matters." * Rochelle shrugs. "If it doesn't, you can find a way to kill yourself now. Don't need a gun to do that." * Katherine shakes her head. "No, it does. Just... oh, nevermind." What? It's nothing. Them or us, better it's them. Always is. * Rochelle looks puzzled for a moment, then nods at Katherine. "Yeah, I think so." * Katherine smirks, but doesn't respond. She does sit forward and stretch though, before leaning on her knees. * Rochelle tilts her head, watching Kat. But you didn't want to kill anybody. That's what this's about? * Katherine blinks, and then shakes her head. "You can't stay away from killing. No matter how much you try." That's life on the battlefield. Maybe. Still bothers you, though. * Katherine chews on her lip very briefly, then chuckles slightly. "Funny that you'd believe that. Of all the people here, you know the most about what I'm capable of doing." * Rochelle goes back to looking at her nails. "It's not about what you can do, though." * Katherine snorts. "Yeah, yeah, it's about what you do. And when they overlap, it is about what you can do." I wasn't gonna say that, but I guess it doesn't matter. * Katherine frowns. "Not really, no. It's over now. ATC swept in and saved the day, with Taluun at the lead. I doubt there's enough Concordat left to use to make nanogruel." * Rochelle shrugs. "Maybe." She looks up to Kat. "Why'd he call you Katrina, anyway?" * Katherine sighs noisily, and after a few seconds, says, "Because that's my real name. Well, half of it." Oh. * Rochelle shifts, sitting more normally. "Figures. Thren knew 'im, too, but you probably already know that." * Katherine smirks. "Yeah, I picked it up. I was sorta out of the haze at that point." * Rochelle nods. "What's the other half?" * Katherine frowns. "Depends on what day it is." Okay. So, am I s'posed to call you Katherine, or Katrina, or Kat, which works for both? * Katherine grins. "Kat'll always work. Hell, it's not like anyone calls me Miss Parker anyway." * Rochelle thinks about that. "Maybe Thren... nah, he uses first names." She snerks a little. "Miss Rochelle. What the hell." * Katherine nods. "Yeah. Thren's all 'Miss Katherine'. It's a little creepy." You could probably smack him 'till he just calls you 'Kat'. I think he'd let you. * Katherine grins. "You think so?" * Rochelle gets that tiny smile. "Yup." * Katherine shakes her head. "Nah, he'd probably get tired of it after a few hits. Well, it's not like we need names nayway." That's the idea. He'd get tired of it, then he'd call you Kat. * Katherine grins. "I think you're just trying to get me to hit Thren for you some more." * Rochelle reclines, wincing a little at the sunburn. "Maybe. It's not like I can hit him normally." * Katherine shrugs. "It'd be more of a pain to hit him than just to con him into it." I guess so. * Katherine smirks. "Well, you ever tried to hit him when he didn't ask for it? It's a fucking pain." She frowns. "Wait. You know what would go well with this conversation?" (BEER!) (Damn fucking right!) * Rochelle blinks. "What?" (Oh, here we go.) (Would ATC SELL alcohol on the base?) (Please say yes.) (Taluun's there. Of course they would.) (Taluun drinks engine grease. Do you want to drink engine grease?) <> * Katherine grins. "Something to drink." * Rochelle blinks again. "Um... sure." * Katherine stands up with a little more animation, and then bends to pick up a shirt and slip it on. Then she slips on her boots, which still have a little blood on them. "Come on. They've got to sell alcohol around here. It's what soldiers do. Get piss drunk." * Rochelle gets to her feet. "Guess so." She thinks about this a little more, then shrugs. "Sure, why not." * Katherine grabs her purse, and says, "Come on, are we supposed to talk about this shit sober? I mean, really!" She walks to the door and hits the button to open it, strolling out. * Rochelle snickers and follows her out. She doesn't have a purse on her! <> <> (Hiiiiii! Wait a minute, wrong character.) * Katherine peers at the menu, and hits the menu for the Lounge. "Fucking ATC. Ever heard of a normal map?" * Katherine then follows the blinking lights. <> * Rochelle shrugs to herself and starts following the purple lights! <> <> * Taluun`tzo is sitting on a chair! Yay! Um, right. He's looking over some reports from earlier today on a datapad at the moment, but looks up just in time to see Katrina walk in. * Katherine catches a glimpse of Taluun as well, and then doesn't look at him at all, instead walking straight for the bar. * Rochelle looks at Katherine, then Taluun, then Katherine, then just follows. * Taluun`tzo takes a drink from the large mug he has and puts it down. He smiles as he finishes up the report. <> "What'll ya have?" * Katherine says, "A whole damn bottle of vodka. Roch?" * Rochelle rubs at the back of her head, glancing at Taluun. "Gin and water works, I guess. Don't need a bottle." <> (Er, and water.) * Rochelle wrinkles her nose, just a little. She doesn't comment. * Katherine grabs the bottle. "Thanks." * Rochelle takes her drink and has a sip, mentally counting down until Taluun'tzo decides to say hi. * Katherine yanks out the top of the bottle, and takes a slug, wincing as she does so. Then she takes a gasping breath. "Fuck yeah. Doctors should use this instead of fake blood." * Rochelle snickers. * Taluun`tzo gets up and puts down the datapad, walking over to the bar near Katrina and Rochelle and doing a remarkable job of not knocking anything over. "You know, it's not healthy for one your age to drink so much at once. But what would I care?" * Katherine looks up at Taluun with a frown. "When was the last time you were my age, Taluun?" * Rochelle turns so she can watch the conversation. She doesn't say anything, though. It's been a matter of decades. * Katherine nods. "Yeah, and you drink the shit that comes out of old ovens. What's a little vodka?" I also know humans are much less tolerant of such alcohol than I am. * Katherine gestures with the bottle. "Then it's a good thing this isn't oven sludge." * Taluun`tzo just smiles. "Then what's upsetting you?" * Katherine snorts. "I don't know. Getting shot up and then having you show up..." she taps his chest with one of her claws. "And then recognizing me in front of everyone, and then dragging us all off and stealing our weapons. Friendly hospitality, that." * Taluun`tzo isn't the least bit worried about the claw poking his chest. "The wound has been treated, I was there on assignment, and the weapons were taken for safekeeping and security reasons. And what is wrong with knowing you know me, Katrina? Am I really too old to know your friends now?" * Rochelle has another gulp of her drink. Not saying anything. * Taluun`tzo emits a whispy sound. Those familiar with Sleythin would recogonize it as a sort of 'smile' gesture, as usually smiling with sharp teeth means agressiveness. * Katherine frowns. "It's not funny, Taluun." She continues to look up at him, and hisses, "Did you think I hadn't seen you for years just on a goddamn lark?" No, I just felt your job and social life was getting better of you. So, you really think I'm too old then? Or is it simply because you felt your friends know more about you than you want them to know? * Katherine laughs! And then she takes another slug. "Well, they do now, thanks." <> * Taluun`tzo nods, a bit more seriously this time. "I suppose I shouldn't mention various other points about your history then, or why you decided to get those." He eyes the ears and claws, but hides it from anyone else noticing. * Rochelle blinks, realizing people are looking at her, and actually goes through the trouble of looking back. * Katherine hisses. "You fucker." She brings up a foot and kicks up off the bar, jumping and punching for Taluun's face. (He's tall! ._.) <> * Rochelle snaps her attention back. * Taluun`tzo slides his head to the side and down, cleanly avoiding the attacks except for a kick, which he blocks with one of his (many) arms. "I think this is about when I say you've drunk to much." * Katherine lands on the ground in a slight crouch, and says, "Not nearly fucking enough, Taluun. I don't need this from you. You've probably already told her anyway." She looks back to Roch. "Done yet?" <> * Rochelle just looks from one to the other, finishes off the drink she paid for, and hops down off her chair. "Sure." If you keep bringing it up I will. But for now, what you want to do is your business. My children are hard enough to keep in line, I don't want to worry about you too. * Katherine snorts. "How are they anyway? Kalur'na doing well too? It's old fucking home week on the base. Maybe you should talk to Thren, I think he likes you." She tries to walk off, assuming Taluun doesn't get in the way. * Taluun`tzo sighs. "If that is your only reason for the animosity, I strongly urge you to reconsider your position." He takes a big drink from his mug again, and watches the girls walk off. "Children..." * Katherine stalks right off, bottle in hand, going back the way she came. She's totally not speaking. <> * Taluun`tzo looks around. "What're you looking at?" * Rochelle watches her go, then shrugs to herself. "Guess that works." She heads after her. <> * Katherine gets back in the hallways, and wobbles slightly, but doesn't stop walking. She says, "Fuck. Fuck fuck. I hate this." * Rochelle catches up easily enough. "What's wrong?" * Katherine gestures back towards the lounge, but does not stop walking. "It's..." she growls. "It's fucking Taluun, and fucking Thren, and all of them." She continues walking, and adds not quietly enough, "It's the fucking past, all come back to make me miserable and angry." Walk walk walk. * Rochelle keeps up. "Don't see what they did to make you miserable and angry. Today, anyway." * Katherine exhales noisily, and says, "Give it a rest, alright? It's..." she rubs her head with her free hand, and then runs her hand through her unbraided hair, and says quietly, "It's not really his damn fault anyway." Okay. Just thought it was weird. He seemed like a pretty nice giant lizard sleythin thing. * Katherine snorts. "Well, he'd be better if he'd get a fucking clue!" Her ears twitch, and she finally reaches her room, which she walks into, leaving the door open for Roch to follow. Always the problem with Sleythin. Takes 'em forever to get the hint. * Rochelle walks after. "So hinting doesn't work." * Katherine closes the door, thuds back on the bed, and takes a smaller drink. "Hinting, telling, trying to punch them..." she smirks faintly. Well, it's not like he saw you for... Years? I guess. Something like that. * Rochelle goes to half-sit on Kat's desk. "Yeah." * Katherine sighs. "It's... I hate talking about it all, you know? Sure you do." She chuckles weakly, and takes another drink. Sure. Want me to leave? * Katherine frowns slightly, then puts her head in her hands a bit awkwardly, considering the bottle in the way. "I honestly don't fucking know." * Rochelle shrugs. "It's your room." * Katherine looks up at Roch. "I don't know! Shit, it's been years, and then Thren and Taluun just drop into my lap and break everything wide open, and now I'm just so fucking tired of it." Hell, I had a letter drafted to my parents in case I didn't come back. I hadn't thought about doing that in forever. * Rochelle shrugs. "Must get tired pretty fast, then." * Katherine says, "It's easy when one knows everything, and the other can tell when you're lying." She takes a drink. So, what? Why bother? It's not like they hate you or anything. * Katherine starts to look confused. "You really have no idea what I'm talking about at all, do you?" It's not like you told me. * Rochelle slides off the desk. "And you don't want to." * Katherine holds up her left hand. "I didn't say that." * Rochelle blinks. "If you wanted to, why didn't you?" * Katherine says loudly, "It's not easy! Hell, you've got that whole future thing, was that easy to talk about?" (Goodby, clean log.) (Yeup.) (Yeah, yeah. I tried.) (I tried harder! Roch should've just left.) (Might as well start talking, now.) (I don't know if you'd want to post this log anyways.) * Rochelle looks at her blankly for a moment. This is followed with even words: "I didn't want to talk about it. So I didn't." * Katherine nods, and gestures with the bottle. "And then Thren just drops it on you, and suddenly you have to. Just like Taluun." You don't have to anything. I didn't ask. If anyone does, you can just say you don't wanna talk about it. Taluun probably won't make you. It's not like he doesn't know whatever it is already anyway. * Katherine shakes her head. "It'd be different if it were Leo or Vera. You've earned it, Roch." She sighs. "And I'm just being stupid. Siddown. I can make this short, and then you can leave if you want." (SHE ADMITS IT! *cheer from audience, applause*) (Screw you, audience!) (About time.) * Rochelle blinks, then nods and goes to sit on the chair she occupied earlier. * Katherine puts the bottle own, and leans forward. "Like I said. Name sorta depends on the day. My real name is Katrina Hunter." She chuckles. "That probably doesn't mean anything to you." Not... really, nope. * Katherine smiles very faintly, then licks her lips, and then adds, "But by all damn rights it should be Katrina Styrina." * Rochelle furrows her brow for a moment, then nods slowly. "Wait. You mean like Chako Styrina? Like part of Thren's last name is Tsukitomi?" Exactly. Bingo. You win the prize. Or something. Okay. That's it? * Katherine rubs her temples, and looks up at Roch. "That's it?" She stands up, and says angrily, "I was born knowing how to kill! I knew more about the Europa team than I did about the fucking alphabet when I was a kid! I have seen more people die than you've probably ever seen in your life! Every night! Every single goddamn night! And now I spend every day just like her!" * Katherine seems to lose the wind that was holding her up, and thuds down on the bed. "Blowing out peoples' brains for fun." ( Yup. You're definetly Chako's girl. And you say that like that's a bad thing...) (Give me my gun back, you rat bastard, and we'll see how much of a bad thing it is. >.<) * Rochelle watches passively, waiting until she's finished, and then speaks up. "If you really didn't have a problem with it, I don't think you'd be so upset." And they'd be dreams, not nightmares. So I guess it's not so fun. (Mmmhmmm. You think a pistol that size could stop me?) (If it goes through your eye it would.) (KAt, we have determined that Chako, and by extension, Kat, has 0.7 Maggie's of Angst Over Massive Death.) (Chako does not angst about Massive death nearly as much as Kat.) * Katherine is panting a little. "No. No it's not." She shakes her head. "So there you go. Pretty much all out on the table, Roch." She suddenly shivers. "Ugh.' * Rochelle gets to her feet. "Then maybe you're less of a monster than me, 'cause I don't think I'd feel bad. If you really don't wanna do it, don't do it. Nobody's making you." * Katherine shakes her head. "Nobody's making me, huh? Then what's with all this fate shit? Here, let's throw all these guys with guns at you! Don't kill any of them!" She picks the bottle back up. "Not so fucking simple, Roch." Nobody's making you. You decide not killing's more important than your life? Let them kill you. Maybe you can be like Thren and just try to keep from killing things with your attacks. I don't know. * Katherine looks at Roch, and says weakly, "I did try. It never works forever." I don't have years to do whatever Thren did to make it work. * Rochelle hooks her hands in her pockets. She hasn't raised her voice this entire time. "Maybe not. Nobody said things're fair." No, they didn't. * Katherine gestures with the bottle. "Want some?" But if you're gonna give up trying now, that sorta means you accept it the way it is. It's not like any of us can do it for you. * Rochelle shakes her head. * Katherine chuckles faintly. "I'll never accept it." She takes a swig. "Never." Then do something about it. It doesn't look like being angry and miserable 'cause some people who know who you are show up is working. (*eyes that second sentence* No way to make it better. I'll just accept that.) * Katherine smirks. "You're good and blunt today. Good change." She looks up at the ceiling. "Just don't know how." * Rochelle shrugs. "Doesn't look like running worked, either. Least, not running to Twilight." But that was probably a pretty stupid place to run to. Just sayin'. * Katherine laughs faintly. "Yeah, well. Where else do you run from one of ATC's big generals with no money?" What, she wouldn't leave you alone even if you told her to? * Katherine takes another drink. "Do you think I didn't? I don't want to see her. I don't want to think of her. I wish I could forget she even existed. Except I never can. Having her in my goddamn fucking head every hour of every fucking day is more than enough Chako for anyone." * Katherine suddenly wobbles, and falls backwards on the bed. "Do you mind if I don't sit up anymore? I'm reeeeeally woozy." ( I told you that was too much to drink at once. <.<) * Rochelle watches her fall. "Nah. I guess I should go, anyway." ( Nope. I'd say that's just the right amount. And I'm the bartender, so shaddup.) (Yay, roch is my hero.) * Katherine nods, although it's not much of a nod. "Yep. I tolds ya, and now you can leeeave. Although if you run into Thren, you should tell him to come over." She swings her left fist up in the air, and then it falls down over on the other side of her body. Yeah. I'll do that. * Rochelle scratches at the side of her head and goes to open the door. Assuming Kat doesn't suddenly object, she leaves. <>