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Morning After [Open] [R for Cussing]

Sawyer emerged from the Vatican the day after the Yeerk Battle--he'd been in the basilica, reclining on a pew with a bottle of Jack Daniels, a pack of Camels, and a copy of The Canterbury Tales when everything went down--and surveyed the damage. A few buildings had been riddled with bullets, there was a large pillar--the one that had been hurled at Ms. Marvel--laying shattered on the ground several hundred yards from where it had originated, and another boulder was blocking the entrance to one of the buildings.

"Well, hot damn, when the folks are away...," Sawyer commented, whistling at the wreck that had been wrought upon the City. "When you people throw a party you really throw a party...."

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Kate limped in with a bandage on her leg, and another on her head.

"Yeah, you should have been. Lots of fun games for everybody," she commented as she carefully sat down in a pew. Pausing to briefly bless herself. It was the principle of the place really.

"Looks like it," Sawyer replied, watching Kate go into the Vatican before turning around and following her back in. "So what the hell happened to you? Some boy tryin' to play grab-ass with ya?"

"If he did, or made comments like that, he'd be the one in bandages not me."

Kate's expression remained stern as she added, "Stray bullet hit my leg. Was worse for a friend of mine from home. She's still recovering."

"Stray bullet?" he retrieved his smokes from his pocket, pulled two out and lit them, offering one to Kate. "So--who's the asshole with the bad aim?"

Kate stared at the smoke with obvious disgust, before she just held up her hand, palm out in refusal.

She then shook her head, "Didn't get a chance to see with everybody fighting. Got knocked out for a while shortly after that."

Sawyer put out the extra cigarette, careful not to damage it, then returned it to the pack for later. He then slid into the pew, sitting next to Kate, and swung his feet up to rest on the back of the pew in front of them. "Sounds like quite the shindig," he said. "Wonder why I wasn't invited...."

"You missed getting knocked out and shot at. Then again, would it have mattered to you to help either side? They're were moving the Yeerk, and a small group was looking to kill it."

"Hell no it wouldn't have mattered," Sawyer confirmed her--and perhaps everyone's--suspicions. "But then again, I ain't an idiot like most of the people on this boat."

Kate commented to him, "No, just a selfish coward, usually? Or want everybody think so."

"Think what ya want, sister, but I ain't the one with a bullet in my leg," he retorted. "Besides, what the hell do I care if Sheriff Taylor and Deputy Fife decide they gotta prove who's packin' bigger heat?"

"Huh. Gotta wonder how this place'll hold up against a large-sacle attack by something demonic now that you've messed with it." Wags entered.

"It'll hold up fine," Sawyer replied, casting an annoyed scowl in the kid's direction. "Better than what it would have before."

"Except by altering it you might have removed the biggest defense it has against stuff like that."

"What the hell you talkin' 'bout, boy?"

"WEll, it's not really ,y belief structure, but areas like this are traditionally said to have a kind of power. You ever see Dogma? The part where Silent Bob is able to kill a demon with a golf club because the priest blessed it? this place has be blessed thousands of times over. If stuff like that can be believed, which, considering since we have Superman, I'm willing to believe, the faith here could possibly stop a demon in it's tracks a hundred times better than any of your fortifications. Y'know, as long as you doing that didn't screw with the protection."

"I didn't screw with jack shit," Sawyer defended. Damn religious nutcases. So many people had lost it over the modifications that he'd made to the Vatican that Sawyer was beginning to lose count. "I ain't made any damn changes to this place that ain't been made before."

Otacon had, for several different reasons, missed the entire party as it was. Wandering the city and taking careful note of everything therein, the scientist was considerably stunned at the complete wreckage.

"What the heck happened here...?"

"What it looks like," Sawyer answered. He looked over to the stranger, realizing he must be another new arrival. "The people in power makin' damn sure they stay that way."

"...Good thing I wasn't here...can't imagine I'd do well in whatever chaos that might've caused this." Otacon brushed those thought aside,glancing over at who had spoken.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself; my name's Dr. Hal Emmerich, but my friends call me Otacon."

"Well, that's some great timin' ya got there, doc," Sawyer replied, sarcasm practically dripping from each word. "You usually wait 'til the bodies start pilin' up before ya make your 'grand entrance'?"

Notice, he didn't introduce himself.

"What're you talking abo-...oh! N-no, I'm not that kind of doctor!" He raised his hands defensively, looking slightly nervous. "I-I'm a scientist, my doctorate's in engineering!"

Otacon noticed the lack of an introduction, but he was too preoccupied with an explanation to wonder about it.

"Well, that's just perfect!" Still with the sarcasm. "Just what we need, another doctor that ain't really a doctor."

Considering he hasn't really done anything since he arrived--aside from make 'modifications' to the Vatican, Sawyer is hardly one to imply someone else is useless.

Hello, Otacon's guilty conscience. You've not been around quite as much lately, welcome back.

"S-sorry..." he replied, averting his eyes in a mixture of embarrassment and shame.

"So, Doc Ain't-a-Doc," Saywer continued. He was seemingly unfazed by Otacon's shame. "What's that make you, a bunny killer?"

"What?! No!" Otacon's hands went back up, flailing in protest. "I wouldn't--I'm a pacifist, I wouldn't hurt anything."

Least of all a bunny--wherever Sawyer got that idea, he had no idea.

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