notpredictable | Ϟ13th Plan -> audio/video

[This face? This is the face Megamind is making right now. This is a new kind of pissed the hell off.]

Where is she.

WHERE IS SHE, DEIOR?

[You've got some 'splainin to do.]

You've taken her -- I know it! I'm not a fool, I know you enjoy taunting, teasing us with familiar faces then yanking them away!

[He's seen it. Roxanne. Minion. Both gone, in a blink. Now Bryn.]

Where are they? What have you done with them? [He has not been this fueled by rage in a long, long time.]

Return her to me or you will see just how much a of a villain I can really be.

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notpredictable

Hmph.

[He's leaning over his notes, crazily drawn calculations are scribbled all over his walls in chalk. It looks considerably messier than the last time she was in here, and there might be more than a few broken inventions around from his rage.]

Yes. It was.

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dontfeartheme

[She notes the mess, and in particular, the broken inventions. It's bad, then, though honestly, she hadn't particularly expected anything less.

Ryn crosses the room to his side, hesitating for a moment as she realizes that, right then, she'd really like to just wrap her arms around him as she did when whatever the fuck was up with those hearts was going on. But she doesn't, because with the hearts gone, her uncertainty and confusion is back.

Instead, she drops the bottles down on his desk, standing close enough to him that their shoulders touch.]

Have a drink with me, then?

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notpredictable

[There's sheets of paper under his palms which are flat on the desk top. Her proximity makes him clench his fists and in turn, wad up sections of notes. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Glasses are on the nightstand.

[It's taking everything he's got to stay in control.]

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dontfeartheme

[Ah. Yes, glasses. Those things people use when they're not wanting to drink straight from the bottle. Something which Ryn has no experience with, certainly not.

Yeah, she'd been planning on drinking straight from the fucking bottle. But she goes to get the glasses, because he'd asked for them, and she knows herself well enough to know that she'll not be all that helpful when it comes to saying the right thing, here. Might as well get him glasses.

She sets the glasses next to the bottles, and then, because she can't help herself, reaches out to cover his hand with her own, curling her fingers around his clenched fist.]

From:

notpredictable

[He pulls in a few sharp breaths, attempting to just -- get his mind in the right place before he says something stupid or does something dumb...

It's damn near impossible.

He says nothing when her hand closes over his, only glances in that direction and stares at pink covering blue for a long few moments before slowly, he relaxes his hand enough to turn and grip hers.]

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dontfeartheme

[Ryn knows that feeling all too well, so she wouldn't be blaming him if he did say or do something. Well, not too much, anyway.

She waits, making no attempt to hide that she's watching him, looking for a reaction to give her a clue of how to go here. When he turns his hand to grip hers, she threads their fingers together.

There's not a damn thing she can say to make this better, so she doesn't say anything. For a long moment, she just leans against him, holding his hand.]

I didn't bring any mixers.

From:

notpredictable

We don't need any.

[His voice is a low, soft growl and is the only indication that he is still boiling just beneath the surface.

The grip on her hand doesn't loosen, but it doesn't tighten -- he doesn't want to break her fingers.]

Just -- we'll use the glasses.

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dontfeartheme

[No, she supposes they don't.

He'd be welcome to tighten it, if it'll be making him feel better. Benefits to being a healer; her healing factor'll likely take care of anything as soon as it happens.

She gives his hand a squeeze as she opens one of the bottles one-handed, pouring it out into the glasses.]

Do you want to talk about her?

[Ryn'll be more than happy to listen to him reminisce, if that's what he's wanting, but she's just as prepared to distract him.]

From:

notpredictable

No.

[This is said very shortly, and he cringes, just a little, when he hears the sharpness of his tone. This was in no way Ryn's fault, and therefore should not be take out on her.

There were other people at fault here -- but not her.]

No, I...would rather not. [He lets go of her hand so she can pour, and he carefully eyes the beverage, lips pressed firmly together. He needs booze okay?]

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dontfeartheme

[There's a small surge of irritation at his tone, but she squashes it down. She knows how he's feeling, given Cass and Iriel's disappearances.

But more than that, it's - well, it's him. Ryn's already starting to discover that there's rather a lot she'd do for him.]

Then we'll just drink. That, at least, I can do damn well.

[She hands him one of the beverages, clinking her own glass against it before she downs the whole thing in one go.]

From:

notpredictable

[He mocks the gesture -- it's one he's seen in movies and even here at the Keep, so he's at least familiar with the gesture.

The glass is emptied and he grimaces before setting it down and exhaling slowly.]

Ryn, I --

[He flinches, and just...sighs.]

I'm sorry.

[He's being a dick and he knows it.]`

Edited Date: 2012-03-26 03:49 am (UTC)

From:

dontfeartheme

[She fills their glasses again before she replies, because she has to be thinking about her response to that.]

Don't be.

[Ryn almost leaves it at that, but it doesn't feel right not explaining it a little further.]

You've not done anything I wouldn't. I know something of what you're feeling, Megamind, I've had the same goddamn thing happen. I'd not have come if I was going to hold it against you.

From:

notpredictable

[He nods, but it doesn't make him feel much better. He can't seem to look at her, either, spending most of his time staring down at his glass, or at the floor, or at her hands.]

Same thing happen. Frequent occurrence, this disappearance of residents from the Keep. Who will be next, I wonder. You? Me?

The Lord himself? [He barks a laugh.]

Now there's a novel thought.

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dontfeartheme

[She takes his free hand with hers again, because there's not much else she's knowing to do. Ryn supposes this is easier for her, given how much of her life was controlled by others before she even came here.

Then she snorts at his last comment.]

Now that is a disappearance I'd welcome.

[Ryn takes another drink, more for something to do than for the alcohol itself.]

I'll not give you assurances that I won't disappear, because neither of us are fucking stupid enough to be reassured by something I've no control over. But - if you've ever need of me, for anything, you have only to ask, and I'll be here.

From:

notpredictable

[He glances up at her, eyes a little red but not wet, and sets his glass down.]

I do hope you realize the same courtesy is extended to you.

[Which is saying a lot. Megamind doesn’t just – extend his services to anyone, and her certainly doesn’t trust people on a whim. Especially humans. ]

From:

dontfeartheme

[Ryn sets her glass down as well, hesitating for a moment.

She suspects she gets it, how much it means that he's saying that, and she's finding it means a hell of a lot to her as well. Not only that he trusts her, but that she trusts him, neither of which are things that happen to her all that often.

Instead of answering verbally, she moves in closer, pulling him in for a hug.]

From:

notpredictable

[He stiffens, but it's only reflex from barely being touched his entire life, but he quickly gets over it. Being here, around such...strangely huggy women is beginning to immunize him against the oddities of human behavior.

He slips his arms around her waist, and pulls her in flush to him, burying his face in her shoulder.]