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➹BEEPER

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The best accounts are always first hand.

[Always testing boundaries.]

Would you let me take your picture?

Would you keep it?

Yes.

[And he smiles.]

I'll keep that it mind. [He could be going to walk past her, but stops just beside.]

Being kept... it doesn't have to be the same as being owned.

Do you want to keep me?

All I'm saying is I don't think it's always a bad thing.

[She nods a bit]

No, it's not.

[Socrates can keep her.]

[There's something of a wry smile.]

I should stop keeping you from your work.

[She pauses]

You're the least of my distractions.

[That's unusual, for a woman who shuts herself away for a week over a bike. shut-in repeats itself quietly in his head and maybe it wasn't so inaccurate.]

Oh?

Someone asked for something that diverges from what I usually do.

[She's been spinning a lot of silk, which means more hunting than usual]

Is that a problem?

[He assumes she wouldn't take anything beyond her limit - that she likes challenges when she finds them.]

Only when it's something I don't want to do.

Then why say yes?

[Not that he doesn't spend his life doing similar.]

[Her eyes meet his. They're darker than usual, displeased, almost. Reading Saya's moods can be a challenge, when they're so mild]

A photograph.

[But he narrows his eyes, looking towards the drawer she'd stashed his in.]

Different kind of exposed?

[She nods.]

A kind of exposed I would not like getting out.

[He frowns deeper, the chewed corner of his lip getting raked over again.]

How much are they blackmailing you for?

They want vests.

[She sits down, finally, at her vanity, and reaches underneath. She pulls out one vest, dark and slick of a strange silk.]

They want lingerie.

[Flatly. Obviously that's not all it is - he holds out a hand to see.]

But it's unlikely to stop there. They'll want panties next.

It's a kind of armor.

[She hands it over. The fabric has a density to it that its appearance doesn't suggest]

[It's a kind of armour. That tells him something - willing blackmailers vulnerable enough to need bullet proof vests.]

One day I'll bore you with how pointless weapons in this city really are. [He holds onto the vest for now, leaning against the edge of her vanity.] What are you planning to do?

[She shrugs]

I'll make these. If they ask for too much, I'll take action.

[Of course, it costs her little, but it does cost someone in the City their life, since the protein in her silk is from what she eats]

[That much, thankfully, doesn't process

(he should research spiders)]

All you need is a chip of equal value. You can look for that whether you're taking action or not.

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synanthrope - 2012-04-30 14:45 (UTC) - Expand

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