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When plans were originally made for Seivarden to make it up to Amaya for crashing at her place and shedding all over her furniture and being a cat for a couple of weeks, the worst obstacle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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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?"

Realistically? Seivarden did of course very much want to command a ship again, and she had no problem with battles, real or fictional, but Amaya's question brought back the memory of the last one she had taken part in, and, more importantly the consequences of it.

"It's... well. It depends on the battle. Less colourful, usually."

She reached for her glass, which made Issa let out a complaint.

Amaya was intending to comment on how that didn't surprise her much, really; she'd found that they got battles with weapons a little wrong in movies, too. Mostly, what she'd notice was having one weapon doing a thing that that weapon wasn't really meant for, but they were usually minute details. Half the time, she'd noticed that the weapons weren't even really hitting anything, it was mostly just the clever way they positioned the camera to make it look like perhaps it was.

And don't get her started on cuts and blood splatter!

But then Issa had to go let out that little complaint and she had to laugh. Now where had she heard a complaint like that before, hmm?

"I think I see now where you get it from," she teased. "Or is it the other way around?"

It took Seivarden a second to figure out what Amaya meant, and when she did, she laughed. "I'm not usually a cat," she pointed out. "But I prefer being comfortable. Don't most people?"

"I suppose so," Amaya drawled easily, grinning as she may have shifted a little herself to get a bit more comfortable on the couch, taking in a bit more of the action of the movie on the screen, as a ship was firing, but it was doing a fine job of missing the target, thus delaying her hope for another explosion. "Little too much comfort'll make you soft, though. A little sacrifice in position or tea served a bit later than usual," no, that wasn't a pointed smirk on her face just then, really, it wasn't!, "never hurt anybody."

"Are you trying to tease me?" Seivarden asked, not looking particularly offended. "And I'm paying you back, aren't I?"

In all sorts of fun ways.

"Ain't no trying about it," stated Amaya, lifting her chin, but the loftiness was likely spoiled by her grin. "I am teasing you. And paying me back doesn't exempt you from teasing; even if it did, you've still got a ways to go there, Captain."

"I thought we had plans for that?" Seivarden pointed out, then took a sip from her drink. "After the movie."

The movie, which not showed an argument between the jealous one and the lover, making fun of the latter's mother, who had made herself impossible in polite society.

"Ahhh," noted Amaya, grinning faintly, "but we're not there yet."

Nor would it cause the teasing to cease. Sorry, Seivarden. You were stuck with it now. And it was good for you, besides.

But the argument on the screen was getting distractedly heated, which just inspired her to do a little more thinking out loud. "Now here's a question," she ventured. "What's the nice, civilized Radchaai think about maybe just throwing a good punch or two in there every once in a while?"

It seemed to her like it would get a lot more done than all this dramatic arguing and gesturing, but it seemed that all Amaya needed to do was just wait a second. The jealous one went ahead and, in that moment, pulled back and went to punch....someone. Amaya hadn't been paying nearly enough attention to really be able to tell exactly who was who, plotwise.

"That's more like it!" she practically cheered, straightening up where she sat.

And then sat right back in disappointment as that mighty fine punch turned into an overly passionate embrace. "Nope!" she snorted. "Spoke too soon."

"Have anything I've done made you think that punching people occasionally is uncivilized?"

She smirked. "The kissing is not compulsory, by the way."

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