trans_9 | Bewildered

She'd made her way to the Media library, the only place she figured would be a good p[lace for her to start looking up all of the shit that went down. There was a lot of information here, and she figured it would be the first place to start researching on the Ohm and the affect they were having on other worlds. She had already had an idea on the pathetic ass recon on the Ohm that some people had, but as far as she knew there seemed to be an easy going way about the people on the ship that she didn't like. Oh sure, there were some fledgling associations and some people were definitely more interested than others in eradicating the Ohm threat, but this was Hit girl on the job, and she was the type to not care what other sloppier people did.

So now, she could care less than she was one of the younger people on the crew underestimated because of her age. She could care less that her first attempt to collect information via the network had been maligned by some prick. She didn't even care that there were these fucking double standards on adults and teenagers and kids, who were supposedly the lower part of the chain here. What she did care about was that it was very likely that she would not know what it was like to be IN a normal situation for herself anymore: what proof did she have that she couldn't trust any of these people without them looking down on her? No, her vendetta against the Ohm was her own, and if she had to go it alone, well, more power to her. She was used to that.

It wasn't like Big Daddy was around to help with that, like in the old days. Sucky as it was, she could have used his help.

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He's by far one of the ones with better self-control, but who ever heard of a troll that didn't swear? He smiles sheepishy as she smirks at him.

"Yeah, uh, you're probably right about that, mostly. Sorry again."

Wait, Hit Girl? Really? He's heard some crazy names on this ship, but that's got to be an alias. Besides, there's the mask and all. He raises his eyebrows.

"I hatched, like, out of a pod. Not too long ago, actually. Are you some kind of, uh, superhero?"

"Well as long as you know it," Hit girl replied, "but next time, just keep an eye out. Some people are polite, but some are pretty damn rude about some things."

"Yeah, me too. We probably both came out at the same time. To answer your last question, technically, no. We have actual superheroes on this ship, with the powers and everything. I can't do anything like that: I just kick ass and take names. And I'm good at what I do, if you ask me."

Tavros shrugs. He hasn't run into anyone he thought was rude yet, but considering where he came from, it'd take a particularly nasty breed of rudeness for him to take notice. As she answers, he smiles a little. Kicks ass, takes names. He can respect that. And make an effort to avoid crossing her, while he's at it.

"Those are, uh, pretty good skills to have. I haven't run into anyone in costume, as in capes and stuff, but I've met a few people here, um, who have powers anyway."

He hesitates, then decides to just ask anyway.

"Is... that your real hair?"

"I haven't either, but that's probably because we haven't run into them in their uniforms yet, or they're still wearing those still suits or whatever. I'm pretty sure if we run into Superman or something, he'll be wearing his own clothes you'll see."

Here, she snickered. "Nah, it isn't but it isn't likely I'll be walking around in my actual identity. I have to keep those two separate for important reasons."

Tavros makes a face at her mention of the plantsuits. None of his troll shirts had made it onto the ship, and he still felt weird wearing something with a pulse.

"Yeah, uh, I get you. Hero anonymity, right? ...So if you're, apparently up here on business or something, um, what is it you're after?"

"Yeah, you get me," Hit girl said, glad this newcomer wasn't as stupid as some of the other people on the ship. "But as of right now, less about the hero stuff, more about my world getting blown up. I don;t take too kindly to that, if you catch my drift."

And now for that question. "Information. Gotta know about this ship, the people, the layout. In short? Everything mama bitch DIDN'T tell me."

Tavros nods, smiling at that. No nonsense, foul-mouthed, and getting things done. He can respect that.

"That's a good idea... there isn't a lot of, uh, stuff, about the Ohm, though. I looked. But, uh, maybe you'll do better."

"I'll do whatever I have to to find out," Hit girl said bluntly, cracking her fingers for special effect. "I'm not going to waste my time on small shit here. If I'm forced to stomach all of this as truth, I expect to at least get down to the bottom of the cancer in this place."

"I hear a lot from people, about it. They think the ship itself is a problem..." Tavros shrugs. "I don't really know, uh, one way or the other. But we're alive because if it, basically."

"I don't want to be 'just alive,'" Hit girl said. "I wanna know why I'm here, and my world is gone. I didn't have a whole lot going, but I was going to try something different. Now I'm here against my will, so I wanna make sure I'm making the right choice."

"Well... I, uh, I think it's more like..." Tavros seems a bit hesitant. He doesn't see Stacy as a bad thing, but at the same time he's not interested in arguing with Hit Girl.

"...it's more like, the ship pulls people to it, to keep them safe, and they're down below somewhere, uhh, in the pods. But for some reason only some of us are awake. You might have, um, friends down there. Me too. I hope, anyway..."

Hit girl shook her head. "Unless Kick ass is down there, I doubt there's anyone from my world that I give enough of a shit about to hope they wake up. As for that ship taking me here to keep me safe, that would probably ease my mind a little more if there wasn't that virus she released 'by mistake' on the crew. You ask me, Stacy has a weird idea of how to protect us."

Kick Ass? Seriously now, Hit Girl has a friend named Kick Ass? ...Okay, well that's actually kind of a good one. Tavros hopes this friend of hers gets hatched so he can meet someone with a name like that.

At her words, he nods a little.

"Even a, a really good lusus makes, um, a mistake every now and them. Though, uhh, I won't lie. That's a, pretty bad one, I think. And nobody really has any... any straight answers. Hell, I'm still not sure if the next, whatever-it-is, defense mechanism, won't actually, kill me."

If only he knew that she was a WAY stronger hero than Kick Ass, he might not have been so hasty in comparing the two. What was it dad said? He should call himself 'ass kicked?'

Not that she needed to be thinking about Big daddy right now, oh no. That would just be a mistake. Besides, she wasn't here to be all mopey, she had a job to do.

"That is a problem, isn't it? What if the next thing Stacy launches kills us? Nobody wants to talk about that, and I'm just willing to bet that its something over looked. This ship is so big, likely half of the people on it don't even know there was a virus. I mean, what's next?"

"Well, don't forget, there's the, uh, omnicoms. It's not too difficult to get a message across, to everyone if you need to. But, uh, you're right. It's a pretty huge ship, so maybe you'll find something the, uh, rest of us overlooked. Um, good luck with your... investigation."

He starts to roll off, then pauses. "Oh hey, um. Maybe you could, take this to the Outsiders. If nothing else, at, at least you'll get heard."

"I'm not going to count on the omnicom completely," Hit girl said. "Until I know all the p's and q's of the situation, and know who is in charge of the Omnicom network, I'll be really careful about what's said. But I'm going to find out exactly what happening."

She stopped, and looked thoughtful. "I'll see what happens. Thanks."

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