01-21-2019, 05:02 AM
The girl wasn't much for talking, which was understandable. She didn't know them, for one. So that made sense. And the fight had been pretty gnarly. The little form still lay on the couch, Ten went off for med supplies or whatever. They had pretty good facilities, after all. One shoe still blinked on the girl's foot and Jacinda idly wondered if it was paired with the other left in the tunnels.
She smiled. Always a draw for certain types of people. She'd met one not long ago. Not a hunter. IT. But good for all of that.
And some were just quiet. Ten was like that. Always a lot going on, but happy with the silence. And Jacinda did live a solitary existance- or at least had. Days and weeks speaking to no one were very common. But when she was around people....I don't know, she just liked to talk. Natural as breathing.
So Skull girl headed into the bathroom and Jacinda went to the kitchen. Food. They all could eat, but she looked like she was starving. She pulled the container of lasagna from last night, all meaty and not quite as cheesy- despite her appearance, Ten was no vegan. Jacinda had adjusted her recipe to include far more ground beef and sausage than normal, until she'd found the right combo- snd popped it in to be heated up. She also got some mugs and the hot chocolate and milk. And a bottle of Kalua or whiskey in case some wanted them Irish.
She knew Ten would take care of the girl. And if not, well, they had other options. Contacts. Not that she'd seen Hood since they'd taken care of those moron Atharim who'd decided to earn some street cred taking out American Atharim. Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumb Ass. She smiled at the memory. Morons.
Both had died the night she led them against Nox Durante. And she'd been hurt. The night she met Tenzin in this very safehouse. A good memory.
Yeah, this was patch up central, as far as she was concerned.
She came out with a tray, plate of lasagna steaming on top, fork, and three mugs, and some water. The spirits would come with the next trip.
Her voice was calm and friendly. "Hey, your friend will be ok. Trust me. Ten is good at what she does. And if she needs more help, we'll get it for her." She put the tray on the table next to the chair Ten was always sitting in. "You're gonna pass out too. Eat. Then clean. Your partner will be ok with us."
Even as she spoke, thogh, something caused her scalp to itch. Not physically. Just....there was something familiar about all this.
She smiled. Always a draw for certain types of people. She'd met one not long ago. Not a hunter. IT. But good for all of that.
And some were just quiet. Ten was like that. Always a lot going on, but happy with the silence. And Jacinda did live a solitary existance- or at least had. Days and weeks speaking to no one were very common. But when she was around people....I don't know, she just liked to talk. Natural as breathing.
So Skull girl headed into the bathroom and Jacinda went to the kitchen. Food. They all could eat, but she looked like she was starving. She pulled the container of lasagna from last night, all meaty and not quite as cheesy- despite her appearance, Ten was no vegan. Jacinda had adjusted her recipe to include far more ground beef and sausage than normal, until she'd found the right combo- snd popped it in to be heated up. She also got some mugs and the hot chocolate and milk. And a bottle of Kalua or whiskey in case some wanted them Irish.
She knew Ten would take care of the girl. And if not, well, they had other options. Contacts. Not that she'd seen Hood since they'd taken care of those moron Atharim who'd decided to earn some street cred taking out American Atharim. Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumb Ass. She smiled at the memory. Morons.
Both had died the night she led them against Nox Durante. And she'd been hurt. The night she met Tenzin in this very safehouse. A good memory.
Yeah, this was patch up central, as far as she was concerned.
She came out with a tray, plate of lasagna steaming on top, fork, and three mugs, and some water. The spirits would come with the next trip.
Her voice was calm and friendly. "Hey, your friend will be ok. Trust me. Ten is good at what she does. And if she needs more help, we'll get it for her." She put the tray on the table next to the chair Ten was always sitting in. "You're gonna pass out too. Eat. Then clean. Your partner will be ok with us."
Even as she spoke, thogh, something caused her scalp to itch. Not physically. Just....there was something familiar about all this.