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[aberrant_type]

Who: HANGE!!! GArak, Coil and Zhas
Broadcast: none
Action: closed to Red Fish crew
When: sometime... when they're in range of the planet... after whenever the waystation mingle goes up...?

[She'll take a look at the spa later - after slowly going a little stir-crazy on the ship, Hange wouldn't close herself in another building (no matter how luxurious) by choice.

Now, just as she's been, she prowls and paces along the edge of the forest, looking in. She looks excited: her eyes wide, pupils dilated, grinning absentmindedly. The movement never quite stops. The whoops and cries of distant birds or other, more alien things; the smell of wet ground and the rustle of leaves... it's like home, just like home, just like being at home, all she needs is her 3DMG and her horse and her squad. If only.

Hange will head in soon. She's seen that path and - it could be a trap, but her nature is way too direct to pass up so courteous an invitation. Soon enough...]

Comments

TALK TO YOUR CAPTAIN BEFORE SHE GALLIVANTS INTO THE FOREST???

[aberrant_type]

[Hange is on board the ship. Paranoia that spikes up sometimes has her in their little armory, digging out her gun and slinging it over her shoulder before she turns back towards the woods.]

[theboogieman]

[somewhere outside... while she's prowling around with a gun and an anxiety problem, Zhas catches her and taps her on the shoulder.]

[aberrant_type]

[And she wheels on him. Eyes frigid and her gun is off her shoulder before she realizes what's happening here and jerks it up again, out of the danger zone.]

Don't do that!

[theboogieman]

...

[there's tension in his shoulders, and he lowers the arm that'd quickly turned ready to redirect--but you know, she did almost just point a gun at him. his judgmental lineface is probably kind of deserved, at this point.]

[aberrant_type]

[She visibly shakes herself. And then repeats herself.]

Don't do... that. [WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ZHAS. Christ. Don't sneak up on people with guns, basic life safety, lordy.

All right, fine. She steps back and slips into signs - just the alphabet, spelling things out. Slow but maybe they could all slow down here.]

Whats it?

[theboogieman]

[he'll pretend the thought to shoot her in the chest never occurred to him. he reads her signs, but doesn't really sign back--he just points at her, points towards the entrance, and tilts his head.]

[aberrant_type]

[Fine then she'll switch back to talking normally.]

Yes, I'm going out. Absolutely.

[theboogieman]

Alone.

[that seems to be his big question. assuming it's a question.]

[aberrant_type]

Unless someone wants to accompany me.

[theboogieman]

[he raises an eyebrow, slightly.]

Said we shouldn't go out on our own.

[aberrant_type]

[On missions. Jeez. Where did this mother henning suddenly come from? That's twice now.]

Are you volunteering to come along?

[theboogieman]

[get used to it, captain. he tilts his head again, debating. depends. now he decides to sign. W-H-E-N.]

[aberrant_type]

[she's a grown-ass woman let her be GOD YOU'RE NOT EVEN HER REAL DAD, GOD

anyway, there's a pause as she registers that, decodes the signs in her head, reads them and formulates a response... in signing. At least part of it.

N-O-W.]

I'll wait fifteen minutes.

[mortalcoil]

[he has been set straight--or at least reassembled back into the shell that he's supposed to be in--since their last talk, so he's properly quiet and controlled again. a grey little ghost watching and waiting in the wings.

so, spotting her on her way out from the ship, he sort of automatically gravitates towards her and sticks along like a shadow. automatically moving more silent than is necessary for the situation, he makes for a small presence approaching her heel... save for the slight bit of subconscious haunting that the upgrade to his augment provides.]

1/2

[aberrant_type]

[Hange has been a soldier and a scientist for most of her adult life. She is not much for motherliness, or for what people like to call "women's intuition."

Scouts as long-lived as Hange are a bit of an anomaly, though, and she hasn't come this far by ignoring when her gut tells her something is off. There's only the slightest warning, a brief pause in her step, before she whirls on him, the muzzle of the gun dropping towards him and eyes flashing icy -]

[aberrant_type]

[Before it registers exactly who it is and she's jerking the gun right back up, finger twitching, snarling at him in a far cry from Hange's usual amiable tone. This is the leader-who-expects-to-be-obeyed tone:]

Don't do that!

[What is wrong with these boys? WHO TAUGHT THEM GUN SAFETY]

[mortalcoil]

[and Coil, just as quick, falls back into an instant high-tension pose to fight and defend. especially considering their last encounter, the switch is instant.

it takes all of his willpower not to automatically snap out an arm to slap the gun away from leveling at his face--whether or not that would actually be a good move in practice. it's just a reflex, and it's one that he only barely catches.

he'd love to be able to snap something back at her, but all he has is the glare that he shoots at her and the sharp huff breath as he struggles over the unwelcome spike of adrenaline. good lord.]

[aberrant_type]

[By the time he wants to slap it back she's already pulling the gun up. He's safe. She's looking at him looking - kind of horrified?]

Make some noise, kiddo.

[mortalcoil]

[he sighs and throws his arms into an exasperated shrug, still rattled with adrenaline. and then he rolls right into calling her something-- making a face and flicking his middle fingers like he's got something on his hands. his version of snapping a retort back at her.]

[aberrant_type]

[Ah, well, fine. She switches her gun back to rest over her shoulder and starts signing at him. It's all spelled out and slow, but clearly formed.]

Spell it.

[mortalcoil]

[the lift of his chin is probably acknowledging the fact that she's gotten better with signing. he wonders if she's just been practicing, or if someone else has been helping.

fine, he'll spell it, but at his own speed. 'T-O-U-C-H-Y']

[aberrant_type]

[Both, really - "someone." Who could that someone be.

She's calming herself down, forcibly. Usually she's better about this... attacking Coil was a slip of her temper. They're planetside now, in the open air - in her element, in a sense. Got to calm down.

Mellowly, she signs back at him. Maybe she got a lot of that, maybe she got some of it, either way she's signing in one gesture: "slowly."]

[mortalcoil]

[ah, yeah. Zhas must be teaching her. he... actually doesn't know how he feels about that. there's a nebulous feeling about it somewhere in there.

he'll think about it later.

for now, he'll just repeat the spelling a little more slowly, and follow it up with just as heartfelt of a sign as the first time he'd formed it.]

[aberrant_type]

[He can feel however he feels. She won't interfere with that.

Hange squints, and then mirrors the sign back at him, doing a good job of it.]

Touchy.

[mortalcoil]

[he nods. and points at her, bringing up his original point again.]