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FINALLY. A sigh of relief came over his lips as they mastered the first hurdle. And probably the most difficult one. At least he really hoped that getting Nicole into the car would be the most difficult thing tonight, even if he still didnât manage to completely shake the feeling that her injuries might require actual medical attention â and thus would lead to even more of a fight than she had put up now. Hopefully he was just wrong. He had been wrong about her many times now and that while knowing her only a few days.
Stepping around the car once the door was closed behind Nicole, he got in on the other side, while the Professor took his place behind the wheel; the car roared to life just a moment later and slowly started rolling out of the alleyway they had spent the last minutes in.
At Nicoleâs words, the Professor smiled slightly; his eyes appearing in the review mirror to briefly have a look at both his passengers. â â Shinichi has told me about you.â Words still uttered in the warm, even parental tone, typical for the Professor, while Shinichi tried not to roll his eyes at the statement. He hadnât been talking about Nicole non-stop, but in his ears, the Professor made it sound like that. Typical for him, too.
âProfessorâŠâ A reprimanding tone and the car finally rolled onto the street; taking up speed as they made their way to the hotel. â â Itâs only a short drive, Nicole. Try to stay awake.â
Leaning against the back of the seat, Nicole turned her head slowly, bleary eyes still managing to glare daggers at the boy beside her.
"He did, huh?" she asked, voice edged. If anything was going to keep her awake, betrayal was certainly an option. She loved her business being made known to strangers. Gave her a real sense of peace.
"What... kind of stuff?" One of her eyes half-closed, but the other remained fixed on Shinichi accusingly.
So, they were going to hurt her... but, she was so small? All humans were. So finite, passing mentions in the records he'd sorted back home. But, the young ones moreso. Only a few breaths into life. In his mind, delicate. " But, I am here with you. " The most literal sense, the only way he knew how to interpret those words. " Are there many of them? "
She hissed through her teeth at his apparent naivetyâit had to be an act, right? âNot if you know whatâs good for you,â she warned. She could probably get back to running, if it came to that. Itâd hurt, but she wasnât exactly in a state to take them all on, and hiding was losing its place as an option the longer he delayed. âFour, I think. So you see why I ainât in the mood.â
// Chance is gay and demisexual/demiromantic.
Apparently there wasn't much for Viv to even do... She sat there, with first-aid kit still in hand, applying scattered bandages where she assumed they'd be needed. But, she would be the first admit she didn't know what she was doing. It was the best she could, though. It'd been a long time since the last time she was this out of her depth. Werewolves were one thing. They were a dime a dozen given her line of work... and she'd never had any moral issues dealing with them before. This felt vastly different, though, in a way Viv couldn't name.
And she draped her coat over the woman. It wasn't much, fair, but better than nothing given the circumstances. Her finger poked and prodded at the stranger, hesitantly trying to rouse her. " Hey, are y-you still with me? "
Andy came to slowly at first, a slow dawning of consciousness that brought the stirring of cold, the hint of pain... and then all at once, muscles tensing as she jerked awake. Eyes wide and panicked, curling tightly-- and then grabbing for the jacket, as it shifted and she realized it was covering her. Andy gasped, holding the collar so she remained covered and craning her head to stare at the hunter, who.... Hadn't killed her.
Her lips parted, in bewilderment and fear, but as she struggled to process, no voice emerged.
// Maladict is a he/him lesbian~
// She's so pretty
Anyway, once I'm done making icons for Sophie, I'm probably going to add Nancy to the blog.
HE DIDNâT NOTICE. Oblivious to how his suggestion might have sounded, he just furrowed his brows when she stepped away â simply because he had expected her to be even more of a nuisance, now that he had admitted that the cold was practically radiating off of her. Perhaps his mind was also too preoccupied with the idea of finding the guy Nicole had seen in the alley and hoping there was a connection to the organisation he was looking for, because the teasing tone in the otherâs voice only caused more confusion; replacing finally the seriousness in his features, as he tilted his head slightly.
â â Taking your clothes off is a requirement of getting changed.â He replied still not understanding her issues with it, before he shrugged his shoulders, deeming it unimportant in the end. At least he tried. It still seemed to be on his mind; feeling as though he had missed out of a joke at this expense. Now, that really made him think of Sonoko and the usual comments she made.
â â I think my clothes should fit you. Thereâs a hoodie in the top drawer and a pair of sweatpants in the one below that. â If you put your stuff in the laundry bag, it should be cleaned and folded by the time weâre done with the sketch. Maybe the rain has stopped until then too.â Though, every piece of evidence he had, told him the latter wouldnât be the case.
Nicoleâs eyes practically rolled back into her head as she withdrew a set of sweatpants and opened them in front of her for size. Taking clothes off is a requirement. It could hardly be blamed on distraction. There was a point where you had to chalk things up to stupidity.
âOh really? Shit, I didnât know that, Iâve never changed before. You want me to get changed right here?â If it didnât filter in through his thick skull at some point, she was going to have to abandon this game, disappointing as it would be.
She shut the drawer and opened the one above it to pull out the hoodie, draping both over her arm. Sheâd figured thereâd be something. His size wasnât too different from hers. Her gaze drifted to the blind-covered window and unfocused as she considered the conditions she had come in from. The torrent was well muted in here, but it was unrelenting outside. There was very little chance itâd be over before the day was done. âIt wonât,â she said flatly.
Dustfinger groaned, as much in frustration as pain. His head felt like it was full of cotton. He was sure he'd heard of a taser before, but couldn't conjure a picture of it in his mind. He was only glad this was the first time he'd been on the receiving end of one and could only hope it would be the last.
"No, I don't think anybody would pay very much to get me back."
He eyed the girl warily. He was pretty sure he had seen her somewhere before. He saw a fair amount of people, but he'd actually talked to her, hadn't he? That was far more rare.
"Where are we?"
âSame,â she announced, perhaps unnecessarily. Nobody was paying for a homeless person. (Nobody was missing them, either.)
She rolled her eyes, and this time did sit up, rolling her head carefully to ease the soreness in her neck. âFuck man, let me check my map. In trouble is where we are. Weâre just lucky our hands are tied in front, huh? Well, mine are,â she added quickly, glancing over at him to ascertain the same. She hadnât been looking too close, before.
Nicole drew her legs in, shifting her weight awkwardly to work her way onto her knees, and clenched her fists in front of her with her elbows apart, frowning at the taut ziptie with concentration as she braced herself to break it. This part always hurt a little. âYou ever done this before?â
// I have no idea who I would use as a live-action FC for Nancy.
// Reminder that while Doreen is available for shipping, she's also in a (so far unnamed) QPR with her roommate Nancy Whitehead
// Hate when I have a specific image in my brain but I can't figure out how to put it in words to find a reference image.
// I looooove seeing all the pride icons on my dash, it makes me so happy!
Hearing his name coming over her lips made his heart stop briefly. Youâre with Shinichi â the important word there being WITH. She didnât suspect that they were the same person, but she had still put two and two together faster than he had expected. He really had just underestimated her like that, huh? But there was hardly any time to regret it now, because he had to get his shocked expression back under control â and just decided to shrug his shoulders in the end.
â â He said I shouldnât tell you.â Still a stubborn tone. Still the high-pitched voice of a seven-year-old. She just couldnât find out.
And he shouldnât feel glad that she was distracted by his question, but part of him was. The focus shifted away from his identity to the murder victimâs instead. Someone she had known⊠And quickly his relief was replaced by a painful pinch of pain. He also hadnât considered that she had really known the victim.
â So he played along. An easily distracted child that fell for her ridiculous statement, huffing at it, like he was totally offered by it. â â Itâs a music instrument! That was EASY! Iâm not in kindergarten any more, Miss!â
âAre you sure? Youâre small enough.â Nicole crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a sigh, though her sharp eyes remained on the boy. She was ready to grab him, if need be. What was it with this family and butting into things they had no business in?
And why hadnât he let on about the kid?
âFigures he wouldnât want me corrupting your tiny brain. Except youâre exactly as nosy as he is. Whatâs your name, Squirt?â
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It didn't stop him, of course not; but his knowledge of her not matching with her reaction gave him a moment's pause, a grain of sand in an otherwise perfect machine. She was well-recorded in the Matrix. Her confusion seemed genuine, as much as it didn't compute. Javert ignored this in the moment but irritatingly did note itâ a grain of sand in his workings.
"Wait." Imperiously, with the authority born of certainty, he reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder, earning attention and stopping flight at the same time. "What do you mean, you've never heard of the Time Lords?" This wasn't pride speaking (mostly) but his own confusion. She particularly should be familiar.
Zoe jumped at the grip on her shoulder, turning to face him in startled annoyance. She eyed him up and down, as if searching for the source of audacity.
âWell just what I said,â she informed him frankly. âIâve never heard of you! Should I have?â
 â I just wanna punch God in the face. â
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