http://nothing-of-note.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nothing-of-note.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-09-27 01:01 pm

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((set sometime after this roadtrip))

Lyssa was back in New York City. Not where she'd been planning on going back to. She was heading out to find the farm where she had thought she could be some help. Instead she was back where she'd started. Looking for something that may not even had come along with her. Even if it had it was very likely to be dying. That was the problem, it wasn't exactly a machine. Organics were curious things, this one probably more so because it had adapted to function with Lyssa. It had put up with her more interesting quirks of her personality that had been lost over a year in Cardiff with people who she had helped. Though one interesting little habit of hers had stayed. And that was the same as Jack's. She liked rooftops. No she loved rooftops. She was stood on top of a building then. Trying to think where the ship would be. She's just help out this Owen then be on her way again.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Got any ideas?" Owen asks from behind her, keeping a cautious distance from the edge.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets her a disturbed look.

"You never struck me as the suicidal type, Lyssa James."

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes a few steps closer, but still stops a foot from the edge.

"Depends. What'm I looking at?"

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen stares down, trying to make it out.

"Here's hoping. You were gonna jump on her?"

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen looks dubious.

"Maybe I should go down there first, huh? Just in case you need a doctor at the bottom."

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen steps to the edge, the tips of his toes level with the gutter, and looks at her.

"Well, there's something there."

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, sweetheart, I'm a rationalist."

He believes it now, though.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"...all right." He was going to object about bruises not healing, but if this works... He jumps.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can deal with close quarters", he promises, looking around.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen wanders over to another seat, and waits.

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He lays a hand on the nearest part of the ship he can reach.

"The nanobots can't heal her?"

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He sat up, looking at the glowing cloud.

"I'm better with biologicals, but if there's anything I can do..."

[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com 2008-09-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"How does it feel?" he asks. "The healing?"