special_rabbit | MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

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MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

When plans were originally made for Seivarden to make it up to Amaya for crashing at her place and shedding all over her furniture and being a cat for a couple of weeks, the worst obstacle Amaya would have to face getting over there was maybe some wet boots. Wet boots didn't seem as much a problem this time around, but there was no denying that the critters she'd likely encounter on the way were some really nasty and unpleasant sons-of-witches. Now, Amaya made weapons, but she wasn't much of a fighter, unless she needed to be, and she had a pretty good frying pan that she weilded with exceptional ease for these occasions, buuuut....

Well, she'd been worried about the Crumbler being ruined with all the water, and woke up to find the Crumbler not only not ruined with rust and rot, but instead, immensely improved with all sorts of new accessories that she was just dying to test out.

And she was always complaining that there wasn't nearly enough stuff that needed Crumbling around here...

So please to not mind the over-eager blacksmith making her way through the streets and clearing her path of anything that might get in the way with a far too underutilized Crumbler. Turns out, Crumblers could handle giant scorpions and radroaches and mole rats incredibly well.

She was almost tempted to go on around another loop through the town, but, well, it would be rude to late. So she pulled the Crumbler aside once she reached MCA, toss a tarp over her for protection, and headed on in and down to Seivarden's apartment, where she knocked on the door and took a few moments to make sure she hadn't gotten any crumbled bits of monsters stuck on her or anything.

[[ mostly for the former cat (and her roommate, too, if he wants to hang out!), but, hey, if anyone wants to jump in and say hi while she's Crumbling through town before getting there, I am so for it. ]]

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Well, if anything, it was a whole lot better than ships going around falling in love with people.

Amaya snorted. "Revenge? Sounds more like an egregious and likely scandalous waste of perfectly good tea, if you ask me."

"Of course, that's why it's revenge," Seivarden said, managing to sound completely serious. "Who doesn't love a bit of scandalous revenge?"

"Yeah, that's right, get her where it really hurts," Amaya laughed, pumping his fist a bit. "Right in the tea!"

Seivarden laughed, then nudged Amaya.

"Pay attention now, there's the ship."

It was obviously a warship, in orbit around a green and blue planet along with a huge fleet.

"Okay, okay," said Amaya, snorting, clearing her throat and making a good show of pulling together a very serious expression of paying the utmost attention, "but I'm warning you now, if it falls in love with anyone, I'm out of here. I'm going to go take my chances with the giant cockroaches instead."

"Really? Even if it starts shooting at other ships out of jealousy?"

Seivarden lowered her voice. "Just imagine the explosions."

That lowered voice matched with the prospect of more explosions was very effective. "Mmm, those would be good explosions, wouldn't they?" she mused. "Alright, just be ready with that fast-forward button, I suppose."

"Sadly, none of those ships in this movie. There will be explosions though, if you can be patient."

Or if they fast-forwarded past a scene on the ship where the captain received information about an attack on a remote system while trying to read a love letter that had been a surprise to no one but her. Or possibly Amaya.

Just fast-forwrad to alll the explosions. Better yet, find someone who could just make a super-edit and have it be just a compelation of just explosions.

Maybe a few good gun shoot-outs and some sort of dramatic chase scenes, too, those would be fine.

"Patience has never been one of my strong suits," Amaya admitted almost a little wistfully, and she finished up what was left of her tea mostly just so she could reach for the bottle of whiskey and fill her cup again.

Look, if this was to make up for the last couple of weeks, she had a lot more drinking to do before it even started to balance the scales a little.

"But it'll make it worth it...if the explosions are good."

She was holding you personally accountable for it, too, if they weren't, Seivarden.

Seivarden reached for the bottle to top up Amaya's glass before refilling her own.

"Oh, they are good. I promise. Which isn't the same as realistic, of course. I mean, I could fast-forward, but that would mean this movie would be shorter."

"Quality over quanity, my friend!" Amaya declared with confidence and a laugh. "Why bother wasting time on anything but the good stuff, anyway? Besides," she lifted her cup almost as if in a salute before drinking, which she thought worked for dramatic effect, though there was no amount of pausing that could probably bring her up to the par with the dramatic on the screen, "I may have thought of something else you can do to make the last few weeks up to me if your movies here end up being more mushy stuff than explody stuff."

Seivarden raised her glass in return, then took a sip before saying:

"Oh? And what's that?"

Amaya just sort of smirked at Seivarden for a moment, a little pink in her cheeks, though she definitely hadn't had enough whiskey yet for the alcohol to be the cause of it.

"Hold on," she said, setting her glass aside as she stood up. "Pause it for a moment, I'll be right back." And she started heading back to the kitche, calling out as she did, "Because I saw some rum in here earlier, didn't I? Ah, yup, there we go."

She retrieved another glass, pouring a good portion of the rum into it and setting it nicely on the center of the counter. "That's for the squirrels," she said, and then tilted back a swig of her own, "that's for me, and---"

She figured Seivarden might be able to figure out where this might be headed by now, especially once she plopped back on the couch, the red in her cheeks and her grin having only spread. "I figured we could go see if I can still make you purr like--

"Nope," Amaya, wincing, mostly in the form of a wrinkled nose, cut herself off firmly and judiciously. "Nope, that is...that is a bad one. That one was not good, I'm hearing it now, now that it's outloud, that one worked much better in my head, and that's exactly where it should have stayed, but the sentiment remains, and I think you know where I was planning on going with it, don't need to finish that off."

Yeah, it wasn't hard to guess what Amaya had in mind once she brought out the rum, and Seivarden didn't mind at all, of course, and she obviously wouldn't mention that the blush was cute. No need to ruin things.

She laughed. "I mean, I could try, although I think that skill went away with the fur."

She scooted a little closer, reaching for her glass at the same time, grinning at Amaya. "Where do we fit in the explosions?"

"Oh, well," said Amaya thoughtfully, thinking that this one wasn't a whole lot better than the last one, but it was sort of right there and it would just be a waste not to use it, "if you're doing it right, that'll be right somewhere around the end....with probably a few others along the way."

If asked, Seivarden was going to insist that Amaya started it.

As for starting things, she wasn't sure whether this was a suggestion that they stop paying attention to the explosions on the screen, in which case moving to the bedroom would be the best in case Peter showed up, or if they were still going to watch the spaceship battles.

That would have to be Amaya's choice. She was the guest and the one being compensated, after all. Seivarden leaned a little closer though.

And in that moment Issa jumped up on the couch between them.

If anyone thought Amaya was going to get to anything else before squaring away the really important part of this compensation (...that'd be the whiskey...), they would be sorely mistaken.

Just like Seivarden would be sorely mistaken if all that shifting and leaning meant she was starting to think perhaps the proposition included things like cuddling and canoodling, which it very firmly did not, so it was seeming like a pretty good thing, Issa showing up when she did, so she could best avoid that confusion all together.

"Come to try and reclaim your territory, have you?" Amaya asked the cat, grinning faintly as she went to offer her a scratch behind the ears of appreciation. "You're much too late; we've already invaded."

Seivarden had never taken Amaya for a cuddly person, but then there had been that mentioning of purring, and there was such a thing as slow foreplay. She got the hint, though, and had no problem with skipping that part if Amaya preferred it.

Sometimes Issa had good timing. She also did her best to reconquer her territory by taking up as much space as possible, while purring and leaning against Amaya's hand.

Seivarden reached for the bottle and refilled both their glasses.

"If you move she'll take it back," she said, grinning.

It was important to make sure a forge was good and warmed up before you started thrusting your swords in, it was true, but there were far better ways of doing it than...ugh...canoodling.

"Better keep that bottle close, then," said Amaya, nodding in appreciation to Seivarden now for the top-off, while managing to sip and scritch at the same time.

"If she thinks friendliness is going to convince me to move," she stated, "she's purring into the wrong hand."

Seivarden would have choked on the whiskey if she could read that narrative, but as it was, she now sipped her own drink and joined in the scritching.

"She might try," she said, but then Issa moved and slowly took a few steps and placed herself in Seivarden's lap.

And that would have just been a sad waste of perfectly good whiskey.

Amaya had to grin a little at the relocation, though, simply reveling in her drink and the fact that it was someone else's turn to deal with a cat.

"At least we know you're not getting up any time soon," she noted. "And I don't really believe in divine retribution or anything like that, but..."

She felt she deserved to be a little smug there.

Issa closed her eyes, purring as Seivarden took over the scritching.

"I can put her down on the floor, you know."

Seivarden sipped her whiskey, but was interrupted by some dramatic music from the TV. The movie cut between a couple kissing and a spaceship battle with a lot of explosions.

"And about for long will that last before she just hops back up again?" Amaya asked, mildly amused, but she let herself be distracted by Seivarden's distraction and shook her head. "See, now," she said, "that there's just a perfectly good explosion scene by cutting it with the mushy stuff, though I will say, it does make the mushy stuff more tolerable on account of the explosions."

And then she was definitely going to be momentarily distracted with shiny, shiny explosions and spaceship battles, yes.

"That ship, the one the captain commands, it's a Sword, like the one I used to have command over."

She could talk about this without sounding too emotional, she could.

"You see the enemy ones? The fleet is bigger, but they lack the shields. There's no way they could win, even against such a small force."

The Radchaai ships looked a lot more elegant and impressive too, and they were definitely cleaner inside. And people wore gloves.

Honestly, with everything Amaya had learned and experienced and liked about movies so far, if it had turned out any differently, she'd have been terribly disappointed.

Clearly drawn in by and eager for the impending battle, she was able to take a break from biting on her lower lip in anticipation long enough to ask, "Realistically, though...how close is something like this to an actual space battle, anyway?"

MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

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