That's not — [ daisy pauses, taking a sip of her drink, long enough for illya to make a secondary and equally reasonable suggestion. ]
Yes, you should probably also consider getting a job, but I'm not talking about using whatever copycat abilities you've picked up. I'm talking about the empathy bond.
[ she demonstrates by very obviously lifting her hand and dropping it on top of illya's. immediately, visible even underneath her shirt, the familiar blue glow from her chest flares up. ]
You touch any of the Displaced, skin-to-skin, you're going to set off a light show. People are on the look out for it. Hell, my face is on a few dozen shrines around this city because some of those people think we're gods capable of healing the sick with our touch.
You have to be careful. Not just throw your ass into the ring and punch your way out of it. If you get signed up to fight one of us, you need a back-up plan. A way to get the matches mixed up again.
[ the idea of the empathy bond is the literal worst thing in the world to him. followed closely by the idea of getting an actual job. like, what skills does he have that would be wanted by any sane employer?
what would he do being on a schedule that wasn't roughly "hang out in bar from 8am til you get kicked out because the adult you're with can't help but start a fight?" so, he just refuses, and while the look he wants to give is skepticism... there's a touch of hesitance. ]
Do people not wear clothes in these stupid fighting pits? And you think, after all this, I could keep a job for more than 5 minutes? Seriously?
Are you going to argue over every single thing that is said to you? Because, if that is the case, I am going to excuse myself to go read a book. I will get more accomplished.
( and illya thought he was high strung and tense. he eyes jason critically before sighing and shaking his head. )
[ two dumb high-strung men on opposite ends of the spectrum. ]
If spies and superheroes can get jobs, [ she points exclusively to herself, because illya's still supposedly keeping that secret somehow eight months later... ] You can figure it out.
[ a shrug ]
Nobody wears a latex gimp suit, no. Your hands, your face, probably your arms — you strike skin a lot more than you might think. Just keep it mind.
[ and then she puts her drink down, because this is getting out of control. ]
Would you two both just chill out? [ to illya: ] He's new, not a baby. I wouldn't have suggested taking him to the rings if I thought he was going to throw a fit.
[ more pointedly, to bobby mason jason 2.0: ] Russians don't hold their tempers well. He's talking from experience, but he's a good teacher. Better than me.
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( the ones he should worry about are the other displaced but he imagines jason's just going to shrug at that as well. )
You should get a job in addition to any money you make fighting.
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Yes, you should probably also consider getting a job, but I'm not talking about using whatever copycat abilities you've picked up. I'm talking about the empathy bond.
[ she demonstrates by very obviously lifting her hand and dropping it on top of illya's. immediately, visible even underneath her shirt, the familiar blue glow from her chest flares up. ]
You touch any of the Displaced, skin-to-skin, you're going to set off a light show. People are on the look out for it. Hell, my face is on a few dozen shrines around this city because some of those people think we're gods capable of healing the sick with our touch.
You have to be careful. Not just throw your ass into the ring and punch your way out of it. If you get signed up to fight one of us, you need a back-up plan. A way to get the matches mixed up again.
[ that's where making friends comes in handy. ]
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what would he do being on a schedule that wasn't roughly "hang out in bar from 8am til you get kicked out because the adult you're with can't help but start a fight?" so, he just refuses, and while the look he wants to give is skepticism... there's a touch of hesitance. ]
Do people not wear clothes in these stupid fighting pits? And you think, after all this, I could keep a job for more than 5 minutes? Seriously?
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( and illya thought he was high strung and tense. he eyes jason critically before sighing and shaking his head. )
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If spies and superheroes can get jobs, [ she points exclusively to herself, because illya's still supposedly keeping that secret somehow eight months later... ] You can figure it out.
[ a shrug ]
Nobody wears a latex gimp suit, no. Your hands, your face, probably your arms — you strike skin a lot more than you might think. Just keep it mind.
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( because you probably would. illya had. it happened. )
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and rolls his eyes. ]
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
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[ and then she puts her drink down, because this is getting out of control. ]
Would you two both just chill out? [ to illya: ] He's new, not a baby. I wouldn't have suggested taking him to the rings if I thought he was going to throw a fit.
[ more pointedly, to bobby mason jason 2.0: ] Russians don't hold their tempers well. He's talking from experience, but he's a good teacher. Better than me.
[ except at checkers. 🙃 ]
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( some just have more easily triggered tempers than others. )
I never said I wouldn't go with him. It was just a random observation. If he says he won't, then he won't.
( see, he could be nice. )
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yeah, he has a temper. he knows he does.
but losing a fight fair and square isn't the kind of thing that sets it off. ]
I won't.
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( he nods once. )
We can go later. After dinner.
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Do you two need a chaperone tonight, or can you both be nice to each other without me in the middle?
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( he was civil. he was a civil man. )
Do not worry.
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Yeah, you heard him. Don't worry.