07-08-2019, 06:13 AM
I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE.
Looks like she really was the only one here who didn't hold the pride and bitterness that the others seemed to have racing through their veins. She felt...bad about it, she truly did, but her curiosity over each unfolding part of this event held fast, and she just wanted to see how this would end if the less expected route was taken. She could just feel that it was not going to ever sit well with Leroy, and she wondered, briefly, if this was going to cause a rift between them from this point on. She felt she should explain herself maybe, one of these days here soon. Not that it would work, but maybe if she reminded him that she was, in face, just a little shit with a kink for risk and a hatred for the Pitt itself that went beyond Stryker. If they could help all of them take 'em out from the inside and finally extract whatever revenge they had been chasing, then by all means, even if they ironically made use of help from the guy who was in charge when the shitshow started. Funny how life worked.
"Oh god damn it, Beck." Arrow shook her head at the attack, the only thing she could really do at the time. Ninazu had already taken up defense against it, and if she tried to yank the ghost away from their infamous visitor, she'd get her ass handed to her on a silver platter later by the whole gang. No and thanks. That was taking it a step far, treason was the first thought to cross her mind on the idea. She almost winced.
"Pirate Princess. Heh." The name, while spiteful, was funny to her. But something about the statement irritated her, some lass marching in and deciding to suddenly raise hell over keeping the runaways. Okay, okay, it was fair to be upset, but at the end of the day..."It's just business at the very least, anything to take out the Pitt as a whole, even the Typhoon has their grudges against them. There's gotta be a way to get her to understand that." Why was no one else seeing this? Yeah it held the potential for danger, they'd be letting Stryker closer than he'd ever been, but by god, they needed any intel they could get, and medical professionals were always valuable. She looked over at Leroy out the corner of her eye, whiskers twitching. "I know you're pissed. I get it. I can explain later."
Arrow tilted her head as Stryker took a step forward. He was begging to stay. Her curiosity peaked. "We've got two of the best the Pitt had, which feels weird to say, and one of them heals injuries. Don't know if you noticed, boys, but we're usually getting banged up. These two ain't gonna separate." Her cynical attitude from earlier began to melt away with each passing second, as if a switch had been flipped over one of the "points" made in this seemingly never-ending struggle whether or not to shelter the war criminals. What replaced it was straight cold agitation. "Jervis probably has a target on our ass, wouldn't be the first time the Pitt labeled us Public Enemy #1. Yeah, Stryker was head of the Murder Tanglewood Team," She paused to at least get that out before someone else beat her to it, cough Leroy cough. "And the Pitt was responsible for manslaughter, a blinded medic and why i'll never be able to make a break for it without limping, but getting one of the big men in charge to help us out kicking Pittian ass is playing dirty, and we're Tanglewood. If anyone should play dirty, it's us."
Looks like she really was the only one here who didn't hold the pride and bitterness that the others seemed to have racing through their veins. She felt...bad about it, she truly did, but her curiosity over each unfolding part of this event held fast, and she just wanted to see how this would end if the less expected route was taken. She could just feel that it was not going to ever sit well with Leroy, and she wondered, briefly, if this was going to cause a rift between them from this point on. She felt she should explain herself maybe, one of these days here soon. Not that it would work, but maybe if she reminded him that she was, in face, just a little shit with a kink for risk and a hatred for the Pitt itself that went beyond Stryker. If they could help all of them take 'em out from the inside and finally extract whatever revenge they had been chasing, then by all means, even if they ironically made use of help from the guy who was in charge when the shitshow started. Funny how life worked.
"Oh god damn it, Beck." Arrow shook her head at the attack, the only thing she could really do at the time. Ninazu had already taken up defense against it, and if she tried to yank the ghost away from their infamous visitor, she'd get her ass handed to her on a silver platter later by the whole gang. No and thanks. That was taking it a step far, treason was the first thought to cross her mind on the idea. She almost winced.
"Pirate Princess. Heh." The name, while spiteful, was funny to her. But something about the statement irritated her, some lass marching in and deciding to suddenly raise hell over keeping the runaways. Okay, okay, it was fair to be upset, but at the end of the day..."It's just business at the very least, anything to take out the Pitt as a whole, even the Typhoon has their grudges against them. There's gotta be a way to get her to understand that." Why was no one else seeing this? Yeah it held the potential for danger, they'd be letting Stryker closer than he'd ever been, but by god, they needed any intel they could get, and medical professionals were always valuable. She looked over at Leroy out the corner of her eye, whiskers twitching. "I know you're pissed. I get it. I can explain later."
Arrow tilted her head as Stryker took a step forward. He was begging to stay. Her curiosity peaked. "We've got two of the best the Pitt had, which feels weird to say, and one of them heals injuries. Don't know if you noticed, boys, but we're usually getting banged up. These two ain't gonna separate." Her cynical attitude from earlier began to melt away with each passing second, as if a switch had been flipped over one of the "points" made in this seemingly never-ending struggle whether or not to shelter the war criminals. What replaced it was straight cold agitation. "Jervis probably has a target on our ass, wouldn't be the first time the Pitt labeled us Public Enemy #1. Yeah, Stryker was head of the Murder Tanglewood Team," She paused to at least get that out before someone else beat her to it, cough Leroy cough. "And the Pitt was responsible for manslaughter, a blinded medic and why i'll never be able to make a break for it without limping, but getting one of the big men in charge to help us out kicking Pittian ass is playing dirty, and we're Tanglewood. If anyone should play dirty, it's us."