Post by lynne on Aug 31, 2013 20:46:30 GMT -5
Lynne smiled at the sight of her and Elliot's Pokemon playing in the water, realizing that she really didn't give them vacations like these often enough. For some of her Pokemon, the hum of computer servers with the glow of a computer screen in the dark was where they thrived. But for others - like Chuch, Kaz, and Poncho - that most certainly wasn't the case. She felt a twinge of guilt at the realization that her hermit-like habits (with interludes of borderline foolish dangerous missions) didn't make her out to be the most sensitive of Pokemon trainers. Sensitive to the ebb of and flow of information, or trojan horse viruses, or memory allocation, sure, but when faced with a living breathing thing - human or Pokemon - that genius brain of her seemed to turn off. People who were charismatic and thoughtful and diplomatic; those people were, in Lynne's mind, the true geniuses. Regardless, any guilt she may have felt was eased by the sight of how happy her Pokemon were now, today.
And though she was watching the Pokemon play in the water with an absentminded-looking smile on her face, when her eyes moved back to Elliot at the end of his assessment, they were alert and bright - she had been listening to everything he had said, of course. She wouldn't dare begin to daydream with something this important to her.
"No security?" her eyes narrowed a bit, trying to figure out what those implications would mean. "So Lux has let it go that far..."
She listened to his next suggestions, nodding her head occasionally to show she was listening.
"I think I could blend. I don't go picking fights much." And though she may have been a rather petite young woman, she did have a few big Pokemon to discourage any signs of trouble. "...Though getting too lost could get pretty bad anyways..."
As he noted the importance of traveling in numbers, realization seemed to dawn on Lynne's face. Watch our own backs, he had said. "Are you-- Would you-- do you-- I mean... you don't have to come with me. I wouldn't want to burden you--" there was already a big enough chip on her shoulder, no need laying out her troubles on another poor soul. "Y-you don't need to, is all I'm saying." she stammered, juggling between expressing gratitude or refusing this near-stranger's adamant desire to go out of his way to help her. Such a large act of kindness made her uncomfortable, unsure how or whether to accept the offer gracefully.
At his final question, she began twisting her fingers uncomfortably, shifting her gaze away as she played absentmindedly with the sand her feet were planted in.
"O-once I find them? I guess... I just need to know they're ok. Maybe try to get them some money if they need it, 'specially if they're in one of the slums... Or, if they'd let me, help them go somewhere else. Somewhere peaceful and neutral, maybe even the Republic, just out of the way..." she trailed off, holding her breath for a moment. Her next words seemed as much to herself as they were to Elliot, forcing her to admit what she already knew to be true.
"It's not going to be some happy reunion. I'm just... checking in." she scrunched her feet deeper into the sand, still avoiding eye contact. "The more entangled I get in this war, the more important it is that I sever emotional ties, not renew them." Her voice had taken on a somber, matter-of-fact quality that seemed beyond her years. As tempting as it would be to run back into her parent's arms and pretend everything would be okay, Lynne knew - as much as she had refused to admit it at first - that the moment she began not only supporting but working for Nox that this could not be the case. She had left them before, ten years old with a second-hand uniform and beat up briefcase on a bus to boarding school. Now, sixteen years old with a laptop full of secrets, she would need to wave goodbye to them once again. This time, however, she was not on her way to school... she was on her way to war.
She cleared her throat.
"So, I suppose, to answer more succinctly - make sure they're okay and see if I can help them out, then say goodbye for... a while. Then get outta there."
And though she was watching the Pokemon play in the water with an absentminded-looking smile on her face, when her eyes moved back to Elliot at the end of his assessment, they were alert and bright - she had been listening to everything he had said, of course. She wouldn't dare begin to daydream with something this important to her.
"No security?" her eyes narrowed a bit, trying to figure out what those implications would mean. "So Lux has let it go that far..."
She listened to his next suggestions, nodding her head occasionally to show she was listening.
"I think I could blend. I don't go picking fights much." And though she may have been a rather petite young woman, she did have a few big Pokemon to discourage any signs of trouble. "...Though getting too lost could get pretty bad anyways..."
As he noted the importance of traveling in numbers, realization seemed to dawn on Lynne's face. Watch our own backs, he had said. "Are you-- Would you-- do you-- I mean... you don't have to come with me. I wouldn't want to burden you--" there was already a big enough chip on her shoulder, no need laying out her troubles on another poor soul. "Y-you don't need to, is all I'm saying." she stammered, juggling between expressing gratitude or refusing this near-stranger's adamant desire to go out of his way to help her. Such a large act of kindness made her uncomfortable, unsure how or whether to accept the offer gracefully.
At his final question, she began twisting her fingers uncomfortably, shifting her gaze away as she played absentmindedly with the sand her feet were planted in.
"O-once I find them? I guess... I just need to know they're ok. Maybe try to get them some money if they need it, 'specially if they're in one of the slums... Or, if they'd let me, help them go somewhere else. Somewhere peaceful and neutral, maybe even the Republic, just out of the way..." she trailed off, holding her breath for a moment. Her next words seemed as much to herself as they were to Elliot, forcing her to admit what she already knew to be true.
"It's not going to be some happy reunion. I'm just... checking in." she scrunched her feet deeper into the sand, still avoiding eye contact. "The more entangled I get in this war, the more important it is that I sever emotional ties, not renew them." Her voice had taken on a somber, matter-of-fact quality that seemed beyond her years. As tempting as it would be to run back into her parent's arms and pretend everything would be okay, Lynne knew - as much as she had refused to admit it at first - that the moment she began not only supporting but working for Nox that this could not be the case. She had left them before, ten years old with a second-hand uniform and beat up briefcase on a bus to boarding school. Now, sixteen years old with a laptop full of secrets, she would need to wave goodbye to them once again. This time, however, she was not on her way to school... she was on her way to war.
She cleared her throat.
"So, I suppose, to answer more succinctly - make sure they're okay and see if I can help them out, then say goodbye for... a while. Then get outta there."