Remnants of the Earth

Kit followed him closely, staying back when he went on his little rampage and held tight to the baseball bat. This was intense in a bad weird way. Did this guy have issues? Some hero complex? Kit stared at the back of his head when they were finally outside, ripping off the fabric that covered her face and tattoo.

Many questions filtered through her head.

Still, a shiver ran up her spine and she followed him closely enough. Hands free after the baseball bat had been returned to his backpack.

"Can't say I expected that. I thought you were just going out to score a little ass." Kit finally blurted out on the way back, voice quiet, faint enough to be missed by the ears everywhere.

Mae pretended to drink her tea again but she frowned at Tetra instead. "I'd drink it for real but it gives me terrible stomach cramps," a pout and she tilted her head, "I thought you knew that." The fact she was a vampire was hardly a secret. It was right there in her employer profile. Still, he'd probably never looked at it and she looked off to the side again.

"C-something. K-something? Cal-something." Mae shrugged, "he got out because someone was stupid. Or he was more brilliant than he let on. Though I'm sure someone was just stupid." Mae looked thoughtful for a moment before she took a deep breath and blew out the chilled air as a sigh.

"I really don't remember what that news was. Oh well! I'll just stay with you until I remember what it is," she smiled at him widely, fluttering her eyelids again. Whoever said vampires were seductive had lied, Mae decided. This was harder than it looked. Maybe if she wasn't wearing the pink frilly dress.

"Howler," Kit confirmed, eyeing him up and down.

At least he looked okay.

Very messy though.

Kit made a point of stepping over the slowly growing pool of blood and she nodded her agreement.

"There's..." Kit stared ahead, eyes unfocused for a moment, "Five people nearby." Another pause, "Pretty sure one's a hooker. So... Three, two of them are busy." Moving forward after clearing the pool of blood, Kit stopped short of leaving the room and looked over her shoulder at him.

This was his thing. Kit was just a tag along. "Lead the way, Boss."

Hm.

This wasn't turning out how she wanted it at all.

Though, him getting so irritated was something she anticipated, she was hoping for a little bit of a warming reception. As it was, it seemed that wasn't going to happen. "You work here. With Pilots. And the dragons read everything. It's top secret." So top secret she'd have to remember it.  So top secret she came to Haviah herself to deliver it.

That was a lot of sunshine to avoid.

"I'm supposed to tell you what it is, get you to do it and then make you forget about it," Mae nodded at Tetra, moving close to him in the kitchen, practically hovering behind him. Gazing up at his neck and giving her lips a lick she blinked widely at him and his offer of tea.

No. She wouldn't. Not really.

"Yes, please," Was what came out of her mouth. Of course she'd regret it later - she always did - but it was a good excuse to let her stay here longer and finally she tapped at her lips. "I did, you know. Hypnotize the door man. Well, made him recognize me as your wife," A few nods, "It was easy, really. The brain is so simple once you know all the mechanics."

Seating herself at his table, she propped her elbows up on it and fluttered her eyes. "It's nice to see you again, did you know there's been an escapee? Dreadful news. I hope he's rotting in space right now."

Kit frowned, looking around.

"Same reason you do," She hissed back, looking him up and down.

"There will only be more trouble if they any of them get away anyway." A tilt of her head, a single eyebrow rose, challenging him.

"It's a shitty neighbor hood, maybe it'll be a bit less with some scum gone." Kit moved closer again, examining him, watching. What a curious man. "I can help."

Rushing forward, she grabbed his arm and held steady. Grip tight.

"I can help you," though once the words were out of her mouth she let go of his arm, took a few steps back. Hands up. He had a weapon and she did not and while she knew she could probably hold her own against him, Kit wasn't exactly keen on trying or finding that out.

"Did you forget what I am?"

Being on the planet was never an enjoyable thing for her.

Mae reclined on a couch in Tetra's home and patiently waited for him to return. There was important news to discuss and with all the annoying psychic's around it wouldn't do well to warn him about it. Instead, she decided to simply show up at his house. Read through a few of his old-timey books. Maybe they were journals?

Either way, they were really boring.

The curtains were closed to ward off any sunlight and the petite young looking thing eventually got bored enough of reading a journal-book that she simply helped herself to his bedside data pad and reclined on his bed. Maybe she'd find some story to read on the net.

Some Pilot Fiction.

Ah, always grand times.

A quick glance at the clock told her she'd been here for two hours, doing nothing but laying on his furniture and reading. Oh well, only a few minutes to go, then she could give him the information she had and carry on.

Except for a problem. Mae sat up, crossed her legs and rested her head on her hand. She couldn't remember what it was. Drat.

Oh well.

The scene that Tetra would come home to would be interesting, to say the least. Though the unexpected guest on his bed would probably be the most alarming.

Kit's eyes snapped open easily enough, though she didn't move. Didn't let on that she was awake. When the apartment door closed she rolled from the bed and quickly enough pulled the jeans back on, slipped her feet into her shoes and was following after her gracious patron.

What was he up to?

Licking her lips she kept her footsteps quiet. Years of training at work while she followed him. Was he off to sell her out? Off to sell her? Kit stayed far enough behind him to not raise suspicion but close enough to not lose him.

A chill ran through her and she'd wished she'd brought her sweater. No bra and just a tank top didn't exactly make for a warm top but it was too late to go back and Kit probably couldn't get back in anyway unless she scaled the building.

For now she would wait. Patiently.

For now.

Kit never noticed how weird it felt for other people to touch them. The feeling had her want to snap her arm away but she let him examine it. He was curious and a mechanic. Maybe it'd be interesting for him on some weird level.

A small nod and Kit laid down, resting her head on the pillow and pulling the blanket up over herself. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, exhausted as she was.

A surprised noise, almost a laugh when he threw the blanket over her. Though quickly enough she sat up and looked at him, examining his features.

"Gospels. They're Pilots who..." Kit pulled a face, while she'd been aware that something was going on, she'd never had direct contact with a Gospel. Had never been concerned about them until her dragon woke her frantically, telling her to get out, get her chip removed. Now.

Pressing a hand to her chest before gave a shrug, "They're anti-dragon. Terrorists. If they can fuck up a mission without getting caught they will. They're strong though. Strong enough to not get caught. Which is why they make an example of the ones they do catch." Kit drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, "I'm not a Gospel. I just... I just wanted to make the best of the life I had."

A sad smile was shot to Trevan and Kit closed her eyes before she sighed and eyed him and smiled slightly. 

"Did you want to touch one? You've been staring at them."