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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 18, 2009 20:47:30 GMT -5
The hybrid looked up at her and gave a half-hearted smile. Her complimenting him actually felt really nice. Hell, if the Council had done things like tell the Odyssians "Hey, good job" after a mission, instead of criticize them, then give them another assignment, maybe Issaic wouldn't be so resentful... or plotting to kill them all.
"Thanks," he said. He loked back at the slab of meat in the sink, giving it a quick poke. Still a little frozen. "Hmm..." He straightened up and walked across the aisle, leaning on the counter next to Sasha. "Might still be a bit before it's thawed."
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Post by girlie on Aug 18, 2009 21:24:36 GMT -5
Sasha returned his smile, and then rolled her eyes at him when he told her she would have to wait even longer for food. She felt as if she would wither away to nothing because she was so hungry. "I'm starving. Can't we just put the meat on the stove and let it thaw while it cooks?"
She felt like a small child in all her complaining, realizing that she was whining a bit, but what could she do. The femme was typically used to quick and easy meals like salad and fruit and cheese platters. It was a rare occurrence that she actually took the time to sit and cook for herself.
Instead of actually getting up to find something to snack on, she gave the fridge a wistful look, then turned on Issaic, giving him the same, puppy-dog look. She realized that he was probably hungry too, but he was being more of an adult about it than her. Then again, he was also older than her. "You had to pick something that takes a while, didn't you?" she teased him, pulling her legs up on the counter to lean back with her head against the cabinets behind her.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 22, 2009 20:01:39 GMT -5
The hybrid shrugged with a slight smile on his muzzle. "Well, there's always ordering take-out somewhere," he said. In truth, Issaic never actually ate fast food. He just never cared for it. He mentally shrugged. Couldn't hurt, could it? He lifted the meat out of the sink and set it back in the fridge.
He paused with his back to Sasha, his thoughts racing, about what, he didn't know exactly. Was it about what he had told Sasha, and how she could be the enemy? How the Council might find out about him telling her? He didn't want to think she was a spy, but he kept the possibility in the back of his mind...
"...So," he turned around with a smile. "What are you in the mood for?"
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Post by girlie on Aug 24, 2009 14:48:43 GMT -5
Sasha made a face when he mentioned take-out. "I don't touch that stuff. Its fake and full of calories. How about something easy like sandwhiches or fruit and cheese? Usually I dont have much time to spend on thawing meat and then cutting and cooking it."
She watched him pause in his movements, and thought it odd. Curiously, she poked her nose in his direction and could smell his uncertainty. It occurred to her that she shouldn't have told her what he did, and that he could get in severe trouble for divulging such secrets of the establishment. The thought unnerved the tiger a bit, and she found herself watching his movements very closely from her spot on the counter.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 25, 2009 1:14:54 GMT -5
Issaic tightened his lips a little before nodding and opening the fridge again. "That actually does sound better," he said, setting a pacage of cheese out on the counter. He had noticed a bowl of fruit on the table. He opened a drawer, picked out two knives, and turned around. She seemed a bit wary. He figured it was because she still didn't know him all that well, and he had two knives in his hand. He cleared his throat and walked around to the table on the otherside of the counter. He picked an apple from the bowl and started filleting pieces off and eating them.
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Post by girlie on Aug 31, 2009 22:49:49 GMT -5
Sasha wrinkled her nose as she watched Issaic pull out cheese, then cut up an apple and eat it as he cut it. Uncertainly, she pulled herself out of a ball and hopped off the counter, moving to stand beside him while he cut the apple.
"Hey, what about me? It was my idea. Besides, I'm not a superhuman like you, so I actually do need my strength." The tiger sassed her rescuer, feeling a bit like a little kid as she pouted over the nourishment that she'd been waiting for.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 1, 2009 1:36:35 GMT -5
The hywolf couldn't help but laugh a little. He picked up the other knife and tossed it in the air. "What, are you wanting me to feed you?" he teased. Issaic caught the knife by the blade and held it up to the tiger. "Have a seat and join me, Sasha."
He laughed a little more, only to stop to muffle a cough. He hoped he wasn't having another attack. He set down the knife, clearing his throat and swallowing any blood or tissue he may have coughed up. "Maybe I should get to sleep, or something..."
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Post by girlie on Sept 1, 2009 19:26:40 GMT -5
"You're the one who offered to cook for me. You could at least fulfill your promise and make me something to eat considering the night I've had." The tiger took a seat near Issaic, restraining a giggle as he tossed the knife in the air. She was tempted to show off a few of her own tricks, but refrained when he put the knife down to cough, although it sounded more like he was choking than anything else.
The concerned femme but a comforting hand on his arm, watching him for any signs of something more complicated than a simple cough. Feeling tired herself, she understood his haste to sleep, but she was still hungry and found herself unsure what to tell him about his coughing fit. "Perhaps some water would help?" she suggested, glancing at the fridge where she kept bottles of water in stock before steadying her gaze on him.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 2, 2009 1:33:43 GMT -5
Issaic shook his head as he carefully got to his feet, using the table for balance. His attacks often made him a little disoriented. The Scientists offered him replacement lungs, even medication to help, but thanks to his rather prideful nature, he refused treatment. Now, he was starting to pay for it.
He stopped at the edge of the counter. "Can I ask you something?" He glanced over his shoulder at Sasha. "The furre who attacked you. Who is he?" The hywolf had access to St. Lucent's data bases. Maybe he could do Sasha a favor for taking him in, by taking that bastard out. He sneered on the inside at the thoughts of what he would do...
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Post by girlie on Sept 2, 2009 8:42:11 GMT -5
The femora watched her companion in confusion, slowly standing up to move to his side. She wanted to hug him, to do something to help him, but felt slightly unnerved by this attack, and didn't want to make things worse. Instead, she opted to stand near him in case he went down - then she would support him and lay him out on the couch.
Issaic's question threw her off guard, and she found her stomach knotting itself simply at then mention of her attacker, although she had no idea who he actually was. She gave him a defeated look, full of misery when she admitted, "I have no idea. I was just at the bar for a drink and he followed me when I left." The tiger intook a deep gasp, averting her tear-filled gaze. "The worst part about it was that he had me completely immobilized.... and the harder I fought to get away the more he restricted my movement. I don't know if he was just really strong or if he was one of you."
Having lost her appetite, Sasha went to sit on the couch, curling into herself as she watched Issaic practically coughing up a lung, and almost wished she could curl into him. She rejected the idea immediately for fear of him rejecting her. Sniffling quietly, and trying to rid herself of her misery, she looked to him, wiping away a few tears that had managed to stream down her face. "I wouldn't ordinarily do this, but you can stay here for the night. You have proven yourself trustworthy," she whimpered, restraining the tears she felt swelling in her eyes.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 2, 2009 19:39:24 GMT -5
The hywolf's breathing steadied as the attack passed. Strangely, also not as bad as one would normally be. He looked to Sasha curiously. What was different about her? Not once had he healed so fast around a single furre, female or otherwise. Did she have some sort of special- no, he stopped himself. Don't be stupid, there's no such thing as magic. He shook away the thoughts. What was it then?
He looked to the tiger, now seated on the couch, quietly sobbing. Issaic's ears cocked back as he walked over and sat next to her. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, as another possibility hit him. This one scared him a little, because this one might be possible. Was it that he was... in love with Sasha? His hand cautiously moved to her other shoulder and gave a reassuring hug. "...It's okay," he whispered.
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Post by girlie on Sept 2, 2009 23:16:40 GMT -5
Sasha was an emotional mess, and as grateful as she was for Issaic's physical comfort, turmoil roiled itself inside of her. "It's not. For the first time in my life I've started doubting my profession.... the things I do and the people I kill so heartlessly. I don't like being hunted.... "
The tiger shrank further into herself, her auds pinning back against her skull at the memory while she let herself be hugged, sniffing quietly. "You don't understand what it's like to be taken advantage of like that.... it's like nothing I've ever felt. I don't know whether to be disgusted or ashamed. I don't know whether it's my fault for not fighting hard enough or whether he was just too strong. I don't know-" the tiger choked on her words, burying her head against Issaic's chest without even thinking about it.
She sincerely wanted something to be done to exact revenge, but she'd known nothing about this guy other than that he'd found her at a bar and had been able to immobilze her while he raped her.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 3, 2009 6:06:05 GMT -5
Issaic's jaw set tight in anger. Why would someone want to hurt Sasha? "I promise you this, Sasha, I will find whoever did this, and I will make him suffer for it." He held her close to him for a long time, gently stroking her head. His icy blue eyes looked down, and instantly locked on something obviously not Sasha's. In the midst of the snow white fur, was a single, off-color hair. He carefully picked it out. He would have it analyzed in a moment, when he was alone.
"Go clean yourself up, then we can get to bed." Well, she could. He was going to stay up and see if the assassin had the stones to come here. He stood up and reached inside his jacket, retrieving a large semi-automatic magnum, and slid it in the back of his pants. He glanced at Sasha. "...Just in case he does show up here, but I doubt he will."
(OOC: Just curious, but what is the assassin exactly? Species, I mean?)
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Post by girlie on Sept 3, 2009 11:39:41 GMT -5
(OOC: I have no idea. I haven't really thought it out that far, although me and Rook were discussing one of her charries who is vicious and would do that kind of thing but then its debatable whether or not Sasha would've survived him, so we're still working on it at this point.)
Sasha tried to calmly collect herself, wiping the tears away from her eyes and generally trying to get a hold on herself and her emotions once more. As Issaic rose, so did she, watching him arm himself before nodding. He was right, she needed a shower and some sleep, so that's exactly what she did.
The tiger walked into her room quickly, grabbing a change of clothes before walking into the bathroom. She ran the shower hot and got in and just let the water wash away the remainder of blood and sweat from her pelt. She lathered some sweet smelling shampoo through her mane, flinching when the soap hit a few cuts that she hadn't known s he'd had. Slowly, her matted pelt returned to its usual softness and she got out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and went to her room to sit and brush her pelt out, the steam from the shower following her out of the bathroom and dispersing in the air.
Shortly, Sasha was in another pair of sweats and a shirt, her pelt mostly dry, as she walked out to Issaic, watching him quietly. "Do you think I could stay with you?" she asked quietly, feeling incompetent by admitting that she didn't have the strength to fight off her attacker if he followed her again.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 3, 2009 23:48:09 GMT -5
Issaic watched Sasha walk into the hallway, standing there a few moments, listening. When he finally heard the water from the shower, he quickly reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a small disk-like device. He pulled out a small transparent sheet and placed the hair he had found on Sasha, slipping the sheet back into the device.
He looked back over his shoulder, just out of habit when he was doing something secretive. The results would come in about an hour or so. He huffed and set the device back in his jacket pocket, sitting back down on the couch. He began to think again, about Sasha, mostly. Had he truely fallen for her? Never once had he been so unsure about anything...
It wasn't long until he heard the water shut off, and the soft footfalls of the female walking into a back room, her bedroom, he assumed. He sat quietly, looking at nothing until he heard her call out to him. "Of course I don't mind." He stood up again, walking by the window and drawing the blinds. If the attacker still had his gun, no sense in making it easier for him to tell where they were.
"Um, would you care if we stayed in your room? If he comes, I'll have a better shot at getting him first from there." He went and locked the door, then pulled the couch easily in front of the door, making somewhat of a barricade. "Chances are I won't sleep tonight anyway." Where was this urge to protect coming from? Did this come with his possible infatuation with the tiger? So many questions, and not enough time for answers.
The hywolf lowered his head. At least one... He took a deep breath and looked under his arm at Sasha. "...Sasha," he started hesitantly. "I have never acted like this around anybody before...I...I think I might be in love with you." He cringed a little as the words left his mouth.
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