Log: Crossed Paths

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Louisiana (Original), Open
What: Moving out and about.
Where: Market District (Weapons, Helmet, Market Stalls, etc. Pick your poison)
When: Thursday 12/17 Afternoon
Warnings: N/A (Will Change if Necessary)


It has been roughly two months since she decided to return back to the city and so far there wasn't much that was keeping her interests for long. The mercenary had all but melted back into the shadows for the time being, leaving the safe house that her and Maine had laid mutual claim to in order to do shopping and jobs when necessary.

Other than that her sociability had taken a hit as much as Delta's face had a while ago. It was rather clear most people would've been better off without her return. Though as if she cared about it to be honest. It was much easier to avoid people than to try and put on a front all the time.

However it was one of those days where it would be wise to move around the city. It wouldn't do her any good to stay locked away on her data tablet for the afternoon. This energy had to be used in a suitable fashion and besides might as well maybe poke around for Christmas presents.

There was the weapons shop as well as the helmet one. She could always poke around those to see if they got any new mods in as well as anything that might seem suitable to the few she'd be willing to spend credits on. Maybe even wander among the fresh market to pick up things for the week since she owed Maine a lot in terms of food. That and well keeping her sane after things fell apart for the both of them. Certainly needed to make up for that nonsense even if the both of them tried to play off as being alright with what happened.

The last thing she had on her mind was also the one who soon followed her back from Armonia. He already caused so much shit that he should've stayed where he was. However new clients that were willing to pay more without knowing better had drawn the asshole over plus more free reign in a non-Control oriented city did have its allure. No that trash can didn't need to be fussed over. Focus.

There were better things that could be done with her time now.

Comments

[protective_logic]

Delta goes stiff when she speaks. Why couldn't she just pretend he wasn't there? Why couldn't he not be afraid of her? Of what she might do if she knew for even a second that he was maybe, just maybe, getting a touch closer to better for all that he missed Maine.

"I... did," he says slowly, trying to force his voice toward calm. Does she know about his recent fool attempt to practically plead to be back in Maine's life and it's flat out failure? Probably. Does she then know about the message he sent saying he'd never make a move again, that he wanted to be civil at least, for the sake of his family? Maybe not.

"They fit well. I suppose you paid and not your asshole of a father figure?"

He can't help that intended to be biting and likely falling far short of it remark. Florida has been clearly continuing his attempts to make Delta miserable, and doing a good job in short bursts.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

That was a rather understandable tension entering the man's shoulders, enough that she would almost see him jerk at the sound of her voice. So there was some lingering effects from the threat and punch in the grocery store which didn't exactly bother her much. Less work for her to do plus the message remained ever clear in this particular Ai brother.

"Bon. Never went in to check if you did." Once more another admittance that she didn't exactly care too much for Delta but was willing to give him a small inkling of respect at the very least. However she wasn't a rabid animal that needed to be talked down.

Watch it Delta with how you speak of her family though. "I did indeed. ...Has he been bothering you still?"

[protective_logic]

"Would you be in the slightest bit surprised if I said yes, he is still tormenting me for actions that don't involve him in any way, shape, or form?" Delta counters, softening his voice. Please, just leave him alone. Maine will heal, he's too strong not to. He's not pathetic like Delta is, and always has been.

"He's taking it too far, which I believe is his style, and there is nothing I can do to stop him without creating drama within the family. I do not wish Texas to come after either of you for what you did."

Which, in retrospect, he regrets. Maybe it would have been better to let her pound them both for him.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"To be quite frank with you, no I'm not at all surprised that he has been doing that," Louisiana relents. That had always been Florida's style. Over doing things to make sure they got done without any certainty of failure though some things didn't require that. Delta included.

She leans down enough to rest her arms on the counter. "I appreciate that. However you might not be able to but I can. I'll talk to him."

[protective_logic]

"The efficacy of such a conversation is questionable," Delta shrugs off, maybe resting just a little to see her leaning against the counter. Just a little. "He delights in torment."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Yes well you're not exactly the one here who has his respect right now. So an attempt will be made regardless of your skewed outlook on its chances of success," Louisiana counters. "How's the family doing?"

[protective_logic]

"Less than amazing. We were required to withdraw Theta from his school due to an incidence of bullying so cruel that the children broke both of his hearing aids," Delta informs her. Though he's not sure why she should care.

"We are also in the process of seeking a new house due to Omega's certainty that your colleague will seek us out and torment us."