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Haemolacria; Late Day 5; Tagging Zarina, Cicada, and Mr. Mystery!
Topic Started: Feb 27 2017, 08:35 PM (779 Views)
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((Ben Fields continued from Hemochromatosis))

His brain was a tricky and treacherous little shit. Put him up against all kinds of thoughts and not a one mattered one bit. Shit like 'what sort of path these two were leading all of us down' or 'what sort of judgments were being passed on that short dude on the viewers screen' or 'what stupid shit was Lana doing while waiting for him to come home like she always did because he always did but not this time no sir'...

None of it mattered, he had to remind himself.

All that mattered was the blunt projectile he continued to cradle in one cramping hand. His gift from the earth, his gift and offering to his allies. Allies. Officers. Commanders. Something along those lines, because he definitely wasn't so sure about the word friends. He tossed the rock up into the air, idly. Was almost too slow to catch it when gravity returned it to his ungrateful ass.

"We've had a bit of a walk." Not an especially effective way of voicing his agreement, but too late he'd already said it, so on. He wondered how Raina and Penelope were holding up. They were both prettier than the duct taped tinder-stick hunk of meat he called his mortal vessel, sure. But he hardly recalled seeing either of them around the dugouts or courts of Cochise. Neither of them were looking so vital. To say nothing of the smell.

As in, to thoroughly say nothing.

"Nice view. Guess this is one thing we never had much of back home." Ben didn't even get to admire the view all that much. Once in a lifetime sight, but the remainder of his particular lifetime had to be dedicated to vigilance. Eyes over the shoulder, not on the sea. His fingers looped around and through a section of the fence chain, fragile and dry skin chafing and peeling until he almost bled. "We also didn't have too much in the way of underage guns and deaths in old Kingman. Trade off, I suppose."
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He almost said something when Penelope started to run off. Or at least he almost ran after her, but the energy somehow wasn't there. He simply watched. Dutifully, sullenly, he didn't know.

Recognition turned out to be a particularly forceful stab to the chest. Even bled air as an icy cold gasp of former island breeze escaped his lungs, as he watched a girl all too familiar form out of the vague distance.

Turns out he'd been wrong to assume she'd have always been the innocent sort. Not like he could have envisioned any old bastard from the halls of Cochise wearing self-made bloody fashion, but for it to be her? He'd never spoken much to her, maybe even not at all. He'd worried about her once, the new girl on the block, spared her thoughts as if she were his own sister, or... Years of never speaking- a lifetime in her case- meant that all the fucking soundbytes he had of her, well. Bored terrorists having coffee over announcements.

His blood burned, but he stayed strictly still even as his impotent fury ground the bones of his trembling joints to dust.

Her name wasn't her own name anymore. Her name was Cristobal. Her name was Bradley. Her name was Caleb.

"Kimiko Kao."

He murmured it like a goddamn child throwing a tantrum, refusing to stare at any of them. He still stood at attention, awaiting further orders. The inertia in his rock-throwing hand was at its apex.
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A silent breeze from somewhere unknown wafted over his skin, calloused and unfeeling even at the spot where it had been broken by a bullet.

Otherwise, his senses stayed sharp, his soulless eyes darted about. Kimiko's body language, Raina's body language, Kimiko's weapons. It was all alien to the sort of language he'd learned unspoken on the baseball diamond, the eye contact, postures, gestures, all of them were wrong. Penelope was also a wild card. She was a point of contrast that muddied the waters. He had his orders from Raina more than clearly enough- maybe- but Penelope hadn't affirmed. She hadn't had the time, maybe she hadn't even realized the danger.

There was no clear chain of command, and Ben soberly realized he was probably the only idiot that even mattered to.

"Whatever you're hiding in your pocket pull it out and drop it to the ground, Kao."

At least he managed to make his voice sound strong like he wasn't. Purposeful, manly, those sorts of adjectives Ben had long lost to the death march of time.
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Ben's jaw stayed welded shut when he saw the barrel of the gun clear the denim hem of the killer's pocket. Adrenaline hurt like needles to the chest, but it was a familiar and ambient sort of ache. Easy shit to ignore, like the bullet still embedded into his arm.

Everything looked apt now. The enemy was clearly dressed and defined in bloody rags, everyone else was also clearly notated as cowering, sobbing, about to puke, whatever. Now that was more like it. Peace hadn't been the apropos look to wear in a situation like this. The only thing that was still out of place was Ben not being on the frontlines. He stepped forward, past Raina, presenting a full profile head on. Every shitty trembling inch of himself. He nodded solemnly, forcefully, when Raina's imposed what ultimatum she could with a steely voice Ben could have been proud of.

"Maybe you're not a monster, Kao. Maybe you know that. But there's nothing here for you."

The rock in his hand hurt as he clenched his fist around it so hard he could feel the blood stagnating, trapped. It hurt, but it belonged.
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The anger was gone as quickly as it had come. After that Ben didn't have much left to feel, the numbness had also consumed his still clenched fist.

Duty beckoned, but it did so to a shambling corpse. Ben expertly spun on his heel with all the vitality of a dehydrated tumbleweed, then strode over to Penelope's side as Raina had. He would have offered his hand as well but he wasn't sure where it had gone in time and space, despite being right there.

'It's okay'. Probably not the best thing to say, but she'd said it.

"You didn't fuck up." A two-fer.

"You said it yourself... two days ago." It had taken him a second too long to remember. The time, the place, anything at all. "Once you fall off that cliff, once you let the terrorists have your name... it's not going to be so easy to claw your way back up. Maybe there's a future we can trust Kao in. She might still be by our side one day."

He hated using the murderers' name, but his hate was irrelevant as the rest of his emotions that didn't matter.

"Raina's right." Ben finally remembered that he had a free hand and offered it, tentatively clutching Penelope by her free arm. "Let's keep going. We're not out of it yet."
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He hadn't said much, went without saying. Radio silence, with an occasional over, or an out. Procedure didn't advocate saying both those things at once, redundancy, but Ben was of course essentially redundant himself.



The girls seemed cheerful, or at least energetic. The cameras in the area seemed to follow them. Ben shuffled his dry bones to follow before the cameras could notice much of him in turn.

((Ben Fields continued in Drawn To The Blood))
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