" Hey, I spent fifteen years in a Cerci genetic prison being taught how to use this. " Airt follows you along, somewhat clinging to your arm ------------------ " Yeah. I will show you a place when we land. " Right now, it is 12:02, you find yourself in your private room. You remember hearing something about a briefing during your drunken stupor
He just drops it..he does a once over making sure he has everything with him, then turns to Airt, quietly saying, "Prison?" __________________ "Cool by me."
Airt looks away from you before looking back and speaking in a low whisper " Efficiently, yeah. They forced me to learn how to kill and not be killed....among...other things. "
Sergei gives a bemused look. "Was that some cruel joke? Although letting prisoners handle rifles would be quite ill advised. Well, I'm not going to try to rationalize their mindset; whatever was going on in there was ill planned."
She smiles a bit, before turning to Sergei with a annoyed look on her face " Yeah. Like I would try anything with a band around my forearm that would inject potent toxins every time I disobeyed. " She pulls up her jacket sleeve, showing a series of pinpricks along her forearms that circle back around
Sergei didn't react to this revelation; he'd seen too much at this point to be surprised. "Now, I did meet this one Avali who did carry a sword by his own volition. However I can't say he was 'right in the head'; he seemed to be suicidally reckless."
"I've got her back...if you haven't noticed..I don't care how she makes her way but mine will always be to use either this revolver or anything with a trigger to make sure she's safe."
Airt looks up at you after she rolls up her sleeves " Sorry for acting like a jerk there. Forgive me? " She holds out her hand She looks up to you " I-I...thanks. "
Stepping back, Sergei refuses the offer to shake hands. "Don't worry about it. In fact, you could say I'm the one 'being the jerk'. But I don't expect forgiveness."
A light smile cracks across her face " ~Ahu~ I owe you. " She puts her hands in her pockets after you refuse, pursing her lips a bit " Sergei, What happened with your report. "
Sergei folds his arms, eyebrows raised. "What report? I have filed quite a few in my time; some consequential, others not."
"No report 'screwed over my life'. The failures of one of my superiors who then pinned the blame on me did that. I guess you could say the report indirectly did so, but it isn't that simple." Sergei shakes his head in annoyance. "Why am I telling you this..."
" Hehe, not surprised. No one ever takes responsibility for their own actions.. And your telling me because Im adorable! " Airt says with a laugh
