trans_9 | Cause, effect

Allenby lay on her cot, tapping her feet on the wall. She was--well she wasn't exactly happy to be in here, but she wasn't mad about it either. She'd cooled off, and for the past however-long had been picking apart how badly thought through her idea was. Mainly because it hadn't been thought through at all.

She'd done something dumb and so she supposed this was only fair, though she was still pretty pissed that Command seemed to think she was completely in the wrong for getting upset after a whole lot of silence from them about the away team. Thirty damn people were down there; did they think nobody would want to do something?!

And she was even more pissed that they'd gone and mothballed her Gundam until she kissed up to Trudy, promising to be a good girl, sit up straight, and never question her again... or whatever would satisfy her, which was the main problem occupying her thoughts right now.

Well, at least Alan Turing was being taken care of.

[ooc: This is a general log for anyone in the brig who wants to interact with each other--prisoners, staff, or visitors. You don't necessarily have to talk to Allenby; feel free to set up your own stuff. o/ ]

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Shoutarou nods, and lets a moment pass before speaking again.

"For what it's worth, I was a stone's throw from tossing in with you."

Allenby raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?" Well, Shoutarou had been pretty set on trying to be reasonable and talk her out of it, not that she'd been real happy with his methods. "Do you know anyone down on Galilee?"

"Not a soul, to be honest." He forces a light laugh. "I just have a tendency to want to jump in without looking in situations like that."

"Well, good for you." Allenby grinned. It was nice to know that there were people on the ship who wanted to do the right thing just for the hell of it. "And it does work sometimes!" That had been her main method of getting things done back at home. "But there's somethin' to be said for looking first, I guess. I have to admit I'm reeeally not used to officers being so, uh, military."

"Well, that's what a Kamen Rider does," he answers, then nods. "Yeah, when it works, it works - same with looking."

"Never actually dealt with military types, myself, so it's gonna be interesting when-ever stuff does happen. Mostly used to working with a small group."

"So what else does a Kamen Rider do? I mean, besides fight awesomely, considerin' when I sparred with Hoshi. What do ya use those skills for?" Maybe they were some kind of police force back where they were from or something? They had to use that kind of fighting for something.

"We..." Shoutarou pauses, thinking of how to word this. "We serve as a beacon of hope to the citizens, protecting their smiles from those who would bring sadness to the city I come from. Double is a two-colored handkerchief that wipes away the tears of Fuuto." Corny, thy name is Shoutarou Hidari.

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"That sounds AWESOME!" Allenby jumped up into a fighting stance. "Seriously? That sounds like the most awesome job in the universe! So have ya fought lots of bad guys? I wanna know all you can tell me about bein' a Kamen Rider!"

Probably wasn't as awesome as being a Gundam Fighter--what could be--but it sounded like it was almost up there!

Shoutarou is mildly startled by this sudden enthusiasm. He's far too used to being dismissed, humored, or being called half-boiled at his ramblings.

"Ah...uh. Eheh. Yeah, it's a pretty great setup..." Quick, Shou, recover your cool!

"Huh?" Allenby looked puzzled by Shoutarou's sudden change there. "Of course it is, if it's like you say! 'Cause you aren't fighting for anyone's cause except for what's right, aren'tcha? Sounds like a job anyone oughta want!"

There's a small delay as Shoutaru considers this - she's not just humoring him. She's agreeing, which really shouldn't be a surprise given what she tried to do.

"Well, yeah, it's a great thing to do, but it's not easy by any stretch," he answers, getting his composure back.

Of course she's agreeing! How could she not after he described his job so fantastically? "I didn't think it would be. Keepin' a whole city safe from bad guys has got to be a challenge," she said. "But it seems like you got some pretty crazy abilities to help you out, huh?"

"Yeah, lot of neat stuff between myself and Philip." Which reminds him of Xtreme again, and he looks sheepish. "...again, sorry 'bout that earlier. Didn't mean to make you think we'd gotten in your head."

"It's okay. You didn't mean anything by it," Allenby said, waving a hand. "Though it is still kinda creepy that you can do that. Um..." She hesitated for a moment. "Since you know why I hate people goin' in my head--can you keep it to yourself?"

It wasn't some sort of deep dark secret she could never talk about, but it was still something personal, and it still upset her to think about the Berserker System and what she had done under the DG Cells' control.

There's a nod, and he gives the younger girl a reassuring smile. "Of course. I'll make sure and let Philip know. Not that we've made a habit of sharing the info we find out via that, but still."

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