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Reflections of time amidst a flurry of arrows [Open]

Kate had done a patrol in the city earlier, and she debated on stopping by the Media library for something to watch. Something to distract her from the encounter with Ir.. no, *Nathanial*. Otherwise now mini-Kang in the making. All that work he did, everything to stop it, and asking for their help. Well, mainly Eli, Teddy, and Billy's help since Cassie and her came late into the game there. Still. They tried to help too. Until they found out what that help would mean.

She sighed, and her steps took her to the Sensoriums. But she wasn't going to use it for sentimental reasons. Oh no. Even if the surroundings resembled the training room of the Clubhouse, it was for function and practice. Not to get lost in nostalgia, there's a clear difference as she sighted her target and fired another arrow.

Wasn't there?

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Tony looked up, as if asking for guidance from someone or something, then slowly nodded at Kate, "...yeah. I've killed people. I've killed things. When it came down to me an' mine or them, I chose me an' mine. I mean... it's a fuckin' war of survival out there, Kate - an' not just for my side, but for the whole damn world...."

He shrugged his shoulders. It was what he did. It was celebrated at moots. He was congratulated for it.

"Sorta? I guess? I mean, it's not as strong, but it's there... somewhere."

"I've done some things here, but killing... We don't do it. The bad guys are to be locked up, but you're not an executioner. Because then you're no better than them."

Kate shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself, "But it's usually not a war with us. Why it felt so wrong when we did see people dying in one. Different worlds I guess."

She then slowly stepped closer, "So it's controlled, or easier to contain? Till you need it right?"

"Yeah, I know about that kinda thing. But for me... like I said, it's me or them. And they are some seriously fucked up kinda people, you know? Like, they're... Yeah."

He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence. How to describe what Black Spirals did to people. Did to garou. Why you were better off dead then in the hands of the Wyrm. He shrugged again, "...yeah. Different worlds n' shit."

He looked up at her, running a hand through his own hair, "Yeah. Well, it's under control at home too, but it's a lot easier to just... lose it. Here, not so much. It's sorta muted. Like background music or somethin'."

Kate nodded, even though she didn't completely understand. Things usually never got that ugly back home. Usually, though sometimes. It was worse in some ways.

She watched him, and was tempted to touch him or his hair but stopped herself.

"I wonder if Stacy's behind that? Probably for all of you. Do you like it? Losing it? Pretty freeing right? Or is this better?" Mostly asking out of curiosity.

He watched her for a moment, running his hand through his hair again. Force of habit. Trying to smooth it out a bit.

"It's not really better, it's not really worse. Just sorta different," he replied, "I mean, at least I know I'm not gonna snap anytime soon. Other hand, I might need it and if I can't use it..."

Kate's blue eyes followed his hands, and a "Need any help?" slipped out.

"I mean, your hair.. Never mind."

She then sighed, "But you were able to use it on the mission, and I saw you Hulk out in the one meeting. Seemed like you can call on it."

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Tony looked confused for a moment and then smiled, "Well, I'm not so good with hair stylin', so maybe..."

He bit his lip for a moment and nodded, "...yeah. There's a bit of a difference. If I just wanna change, I just gotta concentrate on it. If I want to change real fast, go into killer mode like that," he snapped his fingers, "then I gotta use that rage. Tap into it."

Kate then came forward, and just carefully brushed a few strands down before lowering her hand again to her side.

"Have you tried in here? Like by yourself? Just for the practice?"

He offered a small smile and tried vainly to see his own head, "How's it look?"

He got a bit more serious a moment later, "...haven't tried much. Don't want to exhaust myself."

"About the same," She admitted with a small smirk in return, though she did try to smooth a few more strands down for effort. "I don't have a mirror on me, sorry."

Her hands returned to her sides again as she then asked, equally serious, "And then not have it there when you really need it, yeah. But how will you know if you do?"

He laughed and shook his head, probably spoiling all of her hard work, "Well, that's OK. It's usually pretty wild anyway. I 'preciate the effort."

He reached up, brushed a strand of hair out of her face, eyes examining her for a long moment, before he finally replies, "...it'll just feel right. I mean... I guess th' best way to describe it is like... when you shoot an arrow sometimes, you just know a shot is good, right? It's like that, sorta. It's weird, spiritual shit that has to do with how all Garou are built an' stuff."

There was a slow blush creeping into Kate's cheeks at the attention and the gaze from him. She didn't even mind him spoiling her work, since well, wild suits him just fine.

"I.. uh..." Oh god, can't talk. Guys I like shouldn't make me so tongue tied. Have to focus.

She paused, and glanced to the side to collect herself before facing him again with a smile, "Exactly. I visualize where it's to go, and the bow's an extension of my arm. You just get into a zone."

Tony nodded, a grin starting to spread across his face.

"Yeah... exactly. Something like that. Except it's more like you're throwin' a switch somewhere inside of you."

He noticed the blush, didn't want to comment on it. He didn't want to embarrass her, so he just smiled. And maybe blushed a bit himself.

Kate continued smiling, trying to ignore her own blushing. But her blue eyes did catch his cheeks coloring slightly as well. She self consciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"A switch, and how easy is it to turn you on..." Great, Kate, open mouth, insert foot. Again. She just barely resisted the urge to facepalm. At least physically. Mentally was entirely different.

"I mean to turn it on." Damn.

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He rubbed the back of his head, still grinning. He shifted his weight to one hip, trying to think of something intelligent to say. And then her comment almost made him choke.

"Uh. Well, you know. Pretty easy," he replied, before fully considering the implications of that retort, "I mean... Uh. Well, you know, like it's just something you do. Most of th' time you don't even have to think about it."

Kate raised her eyebrows and a small laugh escaped her mouth at the first comment.

"Uh right. All instincts. I got it." And she should listen to the instinct to say a quick bye and flee out of there. Only that wasn't really her, and her body wasn't listening to the idea anyway.

"Well..." he shrugged again, grin a bit wider, a bit nervous, "...we're bestial kinda creatures. S'what we do. Run on instinct."

And right now his hear is beating far too fast for what should be a friendly conversation. And his 'instincts' are sending him conflicting messages, so that's right out.

She was just praying he didn't hear her heart racing, seemed like he should with how loud she thought it was to her.

Maybe she was standing too close, too close for a friendly chat. That had to be it. Just needed to take a step back... or ten really.

Not moving yet.

"You're wild. It makes sense. It's good. Shame didn't see you in action during the mission."

He shrugged, "Well, we didn't fight anything. We did run away from a slime monster and then I saved a couple of people from drowny death. Not that I'm gonna brag or anythin'."

He rocked slightly, tilting his head and leaning forward slightly, "Sort of excitin', though. And hey, never know... maybe we'll end up working together on one of these missions someday."

Definitely too close. Doesn't mean he's going to step back, though.

"Should have partied with us, we had this huge armored animal charging us. Like somebody did some gene splicing with a rhino and a triceratops. Got him knocked out so we could get away though."

Kate then added, "Save from drowny death works too. And sure maybe we will." They're not on the same teams but could still have multiple teams together right?

She was likewise leaning forward a little, trying not to fidget with her arrows or belt.

Tony laughed, fingers scratching nervously through his hair again, "That sounds like fun. Mighta enjoyed that..."

Was it just him, or were they getting almost (un)comfortably close?

"It might be nice to see you in action, y'know? I mean..."

He trailed off slowly and for a moment, he just watched her, watched her face, examining her in detail. Then he leaned forward, closing the rest of the (small) distance between them. His foot shifted forward with him and he didn't have time to think it over (he'd figure out if it was a good or bad idea later). He gently pressed his lips against hers.

Of course, in the back of his head, part of him was mentally preparing to get slapped.

Kate would respond but now... it was quiet. There was him looking at her, and her looking at him. Time, should be some time, only his face honed in on hers. There was mouth and warm breath here, and it's kind of nice...

Ok, more than just *nice*. She'd slap him, and should because how dare he do this? Even if he just beat her to it, and better if all those thoughts just.... fell silent as she tentatively returned the kiss.

Damn he's a good kisser.

He'd be flattered to hear that opinion. However, at the moment he was far too busy appreciating how good of kisser Kate was. Funny how that worked.

His arms wrapped tentatively around her waist as he pressed into the kiss, not quite making it deeper or more passionate, simply increasing the pressure, the feel of it.

And just then, any and all thoughts of conversation fled from his head.

Ah, teenagers.

Thoughts were overrated. Especially now when there was warm contact, and the feeling of strong arms around her. Her own reached up to loop gently around the back of his neck. A small pleased noise in the back of her throat was the only other sound from her.

She was just going to linger here for a moment longer.

Maybe two.

You know what? Thoughts are overrated. And honestly, he was too busy taking it all in. The feel of another warm body pressed up against his, the smell of her, the shock that seemed to run through his body. He shifted, lips parting slightly against her own.

The whole ship, this damn abduction? Not even a blip on his radar anymore. This was nice. He could get used to it.

For now, he'd just roll with the punches and let this go where ever it was going to go.

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