The life of a Ghost [OPEN]

[ghostofaqueen]

Characters: Sarah Kerrigan (ghostofaqueen) & OPEN
Location: In and Around the DOGS office
Rating: PG
Time: January 19th
Description: Sarah doesn't appear often in the public areas around the office, but she's scoping out possible entry points and in the mood to be bothered... or bother people walking by.

Cross posted to Livejournal as well.


While she had always been assured of the state of security around the building, there were times when a military woman just had to look herself. It satisfied her that no one had made an attack on Death City in a long while and that meant that the building that the Watch was situated in was technically very secure. It would be even more secure when Tassadar had put on the finishing touches on the generator as well.

Still, she observed the windows and ledges from the ground before doing the same analysis from the roof of the building and then from the buildings surrounding the Watch. Of course, it was always interesting to watch people come and go from the doors and moving around like this was some kind of communal gathering area.

Using her fingers, she could easily line up some of the people and just... take that shot. It would be a simple shot, but of course, she wasn't allowed to carry a sniper rifle within the city confines. For some reason, people got nervous when a trained sniper wandered around on rooftops with a loaded weapon. She couldn't understand why, she thought with a snort.

Of course, sweeping the outside of the building almost meant that she was required to sweep inside as well. She had no qualms about walking into closed office doors and then out again when she was satisfied. She had even less qualms about prowling the halls looking for suspicious characters. Oh she wanted one so badly, but Roy had a problem with blood on the floor, so she'd have to drag them outside if she wanted to interrogate.

Comments

[ghostofaqueen]

"Military-types are there to serve the public, but last time I checked, most weren't friendly with them. You've almost become a civilian again, I think."

She made a show of thinking about that. She wasn't anywhere near becoming friendly with civilians on as much of a level as he would.

[thewarisover]

That only made Roy roll his shoulders in a light shrug. He took another drag from his cigarete.

"I do what I have to."

The harder side of him did not have to come out as much as it needed to where he was, which was honestly a good thing.

[ghostofaqueen]

"It's for the best. You do PR better than most," she replied as she set her hands on her hips.

"Besides, that hard-ass persona you have deep down is better off away from the public eye. Let others take that role." There were some about, and it was better them then him in her opinion.

[thewarisover]

"Who is the question, but that's kind of out of my hands for the moment, eh?"

He had his hands full, as things were. Enough of that, though.

"...So, do you want to go back? Now that you know what you know."

It was a touchy question, he knew, but he was rapidly learning that the two of them could speak franlky. If she didn't want to answer, then she didn't. If she did, though...

[ghostofaqueen]

"I would take any position you needed me to." She meant it to, though she was still not looking at him.

His question caused her to shift uncomfortably, and it took her time to formulate if she wanted to answer at all. Her various conversations with Tassadar were continually bring brought up in her mind.

"No, I won't go back," she said simply, but her voice is a torrent a mixed emotions. "You?"

[thewarisover]

During that period, Roy watched it from over his cigarette, saying nothing. Her answer did not surprise him.

"Still thinking about it." A beat. "Why?"

It needed to be asked, even if he could guess at what she might be thinking.

[ghostofaqueen]

She finally turned her gaze back on him at his return question, staring at him for a long moment.

"Because I'm as good as dead there," she murmured with a hint of sadness as if her answer simply scratched at the surface. "Would you go back to your world if you knew that you would become a merciless monster who will commit mass genocide and kill even old comrades?"

[thewarisover]

"No, I wouldn't. Some of the others seem convinced that they need to go back, though, in spite of whatever's waiting for them back at home."

Who knew, really, what would happen if they decided to remain behind? Would worlds change? Would the balance be disrupted?

Did such a balance even exist?

[ghostofaqueen]

"I don't see why. It's not like BREW is going to send us back with memories of our time here," she replied stiffly. She supposed people took more comfort in what they knew.

"I read a post once asking about some kind of time paradox, and I found it interesting. Maybe he was onto something. The people here are just snapshots from our original timeline, yet our original selves carry on," she murmured, looking to the sky but not for answers.

[thewarisover]

"Oh? That does sound like an interesting theory."

And one that would settle a lot of unsettled hearts, at any rate. His included.

[ghostofaqueen]

"I'm not sure I believe it, but... it would take pressure off," she murmured softly, shaking her head a bit.

"It means there is no reason to go back without finishing business here first."

[thewarisover]

Roy tilted his head, glancing over at Kerrigan for a moment before responding. When he did, it was with a small smile.

"I suppose we're allowed to believe what we will, right? Especially if it helps us get the job done."

[ghostofaqueen]

Sarah simply nodded her head as a way of answering. She had no plans on going back regardless of if memories were kept or not. She had nothing left on Tarsonis save horrors.

[thewarisover]

Roy took one last drag of his cigarette, and exhaled in what he hoped didn't sound like a sigh.

"Well, enough of that. Got any plans for today?"

[ghostofaqueen]

"I have a list of people I need to check up on," she murmured as if it was no big deal. However, by 'check' she meant 'stalk even in awkward places'. She could cross Roy off the list for the time being.

"How about you? Have you been sleeping in the office again?"

[thewarisover]

"I've been going home to do that, like a proper human being."

His tone was a little wry at that point, but he had to admit: a bed was so much better than that cot at the back, or his chair.

"I hope you've been doing the same these days."

[ghostofaqueen]

"Amazing and such a change from awhile ago. You might also achieve human status again soon," she ribbed him.

She shrugged to brush off the topic. "When I have time, I get what I need. There is much to do, and I'm effective on less than most."

[thewarisover]

"Can't exactly argue with that."

Sarah had been like a machine, during their first mission together. Roy did have to wonder about the kind of training she had been put through, to make her that tough, that resilient...

To his credit, he had not done so bad, keeping up with her.

"You'll keep me posted if you find anything interesting, of course."

Kerrigan, after all, had eyes on the network, among other things.

[ghostofaqueen]

"Indeed. It about time you acted like a human. You'll burn yourself out otherwise." And if he went on that road again, she might have to drug him. Who would take over the Watch for that moment? She didn't trust that Flynn yet, so she might have to do it herself for a few hours. How inconvenient.

"Don't I always? I'm not a slacker like some in the office," she replied, though there was no heat of accusation in her voice.

[thewarisover]

That made Roy chuckle as he thumbed out another cigarette.

"Yes, I suppose you're an inspiration to us all."

He'd be on the rooftop for a bit longer, from the looks of it.

[ghostofaqueen]

"Of course I am. Who wouldn't want to be more like me?"

She eyed his resolve to have yet another cigarette, and she had to give in to the urge to nag at him. It was going to kill him at this rate.

"Why don't I just punch you in the chest? It will probably have the same effect as a third straight cancer stick."

[thewarisover]

"Maybe so, but the pain's gradual. I'd rather like not having to end up doubled over for most of the day."

He kind of liked it when Kerrigan nagged, honestly.

(What was Roy Mustang's life.)

[ghostofaqueen]

"So you like the feeling of coughing up a lung for most of the day?" She didn't understand the logic. She might just punch him anyway because he was being a stupid pig-headed man.

"Someday, Mustang... You're going to find a full pack in a very uncomfortable place, and then you'll quit the habit when you're absorbing that poison in your colon."

[thewarisover]

"Someday, but not now, right?"

Yeah, he was pushing his luck. And maybe that was why he was rather abruptly changing the subject.

"It's nice, you know. Being able to talk like this."

Odd how he could get so damned serious all of a sudden, eh?

[ghostofaqueen]

Her eyes narrow dangerously at the taunting, and she's sorely tempted to make good on her words. There was no shame for his public indecency if she did it too.

Her demeanor settles a bit at his next comment, and she purposefully huffs. "I suppose so. We don't do it that often."