Log: Haven Located

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Florida (native), Agent Louisiana (native)
What: Discussion accompanied by muffins.
Where: Grand Cytherean, Uptown Gulch
When: Saturday 4/25
Warnings: None for now


Louisiana laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the man made waterfall. Her helmet nearby out of habit rather than necessity. It was nice to be able to comfortably enjoy the sun rays coming in and be surrounded by flora. She however kept half of her attention to the door inside. Hopefully Florida would chose that conviential route rather than appearing out of the trees. He had a knack for randomly appearing despite having given a warning.

Comments

[the_informant]

"What changes now?" Florida asks quietly, looking up at her. "With you going. Will you come back? What am I supposed to do now that I know this?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"What you do is to your discretion. I can't choose for you," Louisiana answers. "Do you want me to come back?"

[the_informant]

"Of course," Florida says quickly. "You're... the closest thing I've ever had to a family, as weird as that sounds."

Hell, he cared about her survival more than he did of that of some of his teammates.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She was caught off guard at the speed of his answer. "Well... I don't think it sounds weird. I'll find a way then. I'll get a reassignment."

[the_informant]

"Don't ruin your career on my impulses," Florida sighs, pushing to his feet. "For Maine, on the other hand..."

Clearly he could see potential there.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"There's plenty of Control's lackeys to work in Armonia. I wouldn't be missing much. Maine would appreciate this as well as others probably."

She watches him. Louisiana was already preparing herself for solitude. It was an old habit. Always at the smallest notion getting ready for people leaving.

"However I don't think it'd hurt to take account of your needs, Florida."

[the_informant]

"I don't need you here," Florida dismisses quickly. He knows the difference between wanting and needing.

"I just want you around."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She looks away. "I understand. Désolé pour mon erreur."

[the_informant]

"It's not a mistake," Florida insists as he stands. "It's a difference. If I needed you here it would mean I have no control over it. You'd be as necessary but uncomplicated as water or air. But you're complicated, Lou. I don't need you to live. But... But I want you around. Enough to ignore a lot of other things. Wants are more important than needs, in some ways."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I suppose you're right." It's her turn to stand and she crosses her arms over her chest. She continues to avoid eye contact however. "I'll keep the difference in mind. It's nice to be wanted though."

[the_informant]

"I've... never had anything like a family before, Lou. I know this isn't the same, but... the very suggestion that you'd choose someone like me really makes me have to think."

It awkward. She's going to kill him someday, but he can't find it in himself to begrudge her.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You're a much better choice than the people I left behind on Cove," she admits with a soft laugh. "But it's fine. Call it a work in progress."

[the_informant]

"A work in progress," Florida says thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe I can work with that."

He smiles as warmly at her as he can. "If I'd have had a daughter, I think I would have wanted her to be like you."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She manages to return the smile. "Good to know. And thanks. I...I appreciate that."

[the_informant]

"Can I hug you?" Florida asks quietly, shyly.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana nodded. "Sure I guess."

[the_informant]

Florida hesitates for a moment before moving forward to hug her. It's just for a moment, and it's a light one, but when he pulls back he's smiling a bit.

"You're a good kid, Alexis. And I promise that if you do something as stupid as getting yourself killed, I'm going to find you, put you back together, and then ground you for all eternity."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"No promises," she replies. Louisiana grinned, giving a shrug. "But I'll try. I'm an idiot but not a reckless one."

[the_informant]

"No, reckless is my thing. Don't copy," Florida chuckles. "Bad enough we share a color. People will think we're trying to start a fad or something."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Never thought about copying. Hey blue has a wide range. Besides mine's darker. What's the fad? Being badasses? Because I think that might be it or I want it to be," she jokes.

[the_informant]

"Not much darker," Florida chuckles. "Blue people, non-standard helmets, with knives?"

He smiles. "Come on, you have to see the similarities considering most people don't like knives."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Ok fine. But considering that most of my gear is black or grey, I'm pretty sure I'm only partially a blue person. I'll give you the knives and helmets."

She crosses her arms, smirking. "You forgot visor color though. Knives usually work better than guns. Plus quieter."

[the_informant]

"Yes, but so few people are good with them. How is your leg, by the way?"

And there's that concern, bubbling right back up. What is it about this girl?

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Hm it's doing good. I haven't strained it as of late. Save for kicking someone into a waterfall," she answers.

[the_informant]

"That sounds like a story," Florida smiles. "How about we order drinks, head out onto the balcony, and you tell me about it?"

That's something that, at the very least, friends do. Right?