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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Nov 17, 2010 6:57:29 GMT -5
Warp's gaze travelled from one of his friend to the next as they questioned him. When they were finished, a slightly sadistic smile formed on Warp's face.
"Yeah, I know that, but I'll bet you he doesn't, and if he does, it's the farthest thing from his mind right now." The smile grew still it couldn't grow anymore. "It's all about the impression you make."
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Post by cherryproductions on Nov 17, 2010 6:59:48 GMT -5
Mira shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Just resting my eyes."
She knew either her father or Buzz would say different, but she didn't really care. Tired or not she wanted to see the jerks who ran off with her kid, even if she wasn't the one speaking to them.
But the little energy her body had left wasn't going to last very long.
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Post by Skyfire on Nov 17, 2010 7:11:47 GMT -5
Buzz looked at his future father-in-law. “Has she always been like this?”
“Oh, yes.”
*** Erin rolled her eyes. “You’re so rotten sometimes,” she muttered, dropping her head into her folded arms.
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Nov 17, 2010 7:16:36 GMT -5
Warp let out a dark chuckle. "The sad part is that I'm good at it." His gaze shifted from his chronometer to Buzz, to Mira, to King Nova and back to his chronometer. That rookie better make this the fastest errand he ever did.
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Post by cherryproductions on Nov 17, 2010 7:23:06 GMT -5
Mira scowled to herself. Not bothering to open her eyes she addressed both men with a suppressed growl.
"You know, when talking about someone, it would help when they're not here."
She managed to open her eyes for a small amount of time, looking to both of them with faint smiles. "I'm okay. I think I can live a few more hours without sleep."
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Post by Skyfire on Nov 17, 2010 16:22:48 GMT -5
“Twelve more hours,” the King said before Buzz could get a word out. “Then you’re going to sleep if I have to put you to sleep myself. Deal?”
Buzz smirked halfheartedly.
*** “Tragic,” Ricki sighed melodramatically. She looked at Warp out of the corner of her eye, then cast Erin a significant smirk.
Erin rolled her eyes again—she knew full well that she’d shattered not a few dreams among her own former classmates when she’d married Warp. Ha, they didn’t know him like she did.
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Post by cherryproductions on Nov 17, 2010 22:12:54 GMT -5
"That would work." Mira murmured. She licked dry lips, feeling them crack from the moisture of her tongue. Great; dehydration was going to get her too.
Well, at least she can take care of that problem real quick.
"I'll be back. I'm gonna get a drink of water real quick."
Entering the hallway she felt her legs wobble slightly. Taking this as a bad sign she held onto the wall.
Come on, Mira, you went through twenty-five straight hours of steak-out duty. She told herself mentally. You can handle twenty hours.
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Nov 19, 2010 16:46:49 GMT -5
"What's tragic?" Warp asked innocently, catching the exchange between Erin and Ricki, and putting the young Ranger on the spot. He was on a roll today; two Rangers in ten minutes.
That just might end up being a new record. Warp thought smugly as he waited for Ricki's responce. Where was that...McKean anyway?
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Post by Skyfire on Nov 20, 2010 8:42:30 GMT -5
Buzz frowned as Mira left, and tossed an absent, “I’ll be back,” at the group before heading out. Mira was right there, slumped against the wall. “Mira?” he called quietly. He hesitated infinitesimally, then stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Hey,” he murmured into her red hair.
*** Ricki turned a knowing, rather wicked smile on Warp. “Oh-ho, you really don’t wanna know, Warp.”
Erin’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as her face remained buried in her arms.
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Post by cherryproductions on Nov 21, 2010 10:58:39 GMT -5
She stiffened when Buzz's arms wrapped his arms around her. But she soon relaxed with ease into his arms, feeling herself go limb.
"I could argue that I was just resting my eyes, but something tells me you wouldn't really believe me."
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Nov 21, 2010 14:06:56 GMT -5
"Oh, okay." Warp conceded and leaned back in his seat a bit, which he was sure annoyed King Nova. After a few moments, he leaned over, poked Erin in the ribs and asked, "Is the fangirl-ism acute, or just chronic? And, do you have McKean's number so I can call him and tell him to hurry up?"
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Post by Skyfire on Nov 25, 2010 7:32:12 GMT -5
“You’re right,” Buzz murmured, holding her closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the sudden pangs of a bad headache coming on. “Oh, Mira, what’re we gonna do?” It was a desperate whisper, because he was scared and there was very little they really could do.
“Both, and yes, but I won’t give it to you.” Erin smirked. “It takes time to get from here to Cosmo’s and back? Don’t be such a pain, Warp.”
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Nov 25, 2010 7:41:26 GMT -5
A slight frown creased Warp's forehead. "It wouldn't take hardly any time at all if he thought to use his hyperdrive." He muttered. "I guess that means you don't know who holds the Acadamy record for the fastest trip to Cosmo's and back?"
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Post by cherryproductions on Nov 26, 2010 7:33:14 GMT -5
How was she supposed to know? Almost two days without sleep and he was asking her what they should do?
The only thing she could do was squirm around till she was facing him, looking up into his eyes, her own blue ones creased with worry lines and exhaustion.
"I don't know, either." She said, resting her head against his shoulder. "But we've been in worse predicaments before and we managed to get out of them. We just need to figure out how to get out of this one; maybe with just a little more sleep and a little more planning."
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 2, 2010 7:04:35 GMT -5
“I bet I have a fair guess,” came the dry rejoinder.
Buzz shook his head fractionally but didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to say anything. He’d had to investigate over a hundred kidnappings throughout his career—of those, only twelve had ended well. Often enough kidnapped children were never heard from again, at least not by their parents. The cold statistic sent a shudder through his body, and he rested his chin on Mira’s shoulder. “Sleep sounds good,” he whispered finally. “I’m getting a killer headache.”
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