Topaz and Marie-Ange (Backdated)
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xp_logsTopaz has a hard time letting things go. Even if they're things that happened two years ago. Backdated to January 18.
Topaz considered the door in front of her for a long moment. She could easily walk away and pretend she had never been there. But thoughts had been nagging her, and there was really only one person she could ask about it.
So with a sigh, she knocked on the door. She already knew Amanda wasn't there. She just hoped Marie-Ange was.
The door creaked open, powered by a little rose-colored leafy critter that disappeared into it's own self and then into a paff of mist once the door was open. Marie-Ange was curled on the couch with a laptop and a steaming mug of tea, and waved at Topaz. "I should really just leave it open when we are home during the day, it is not as though it provides any security more than the rest of the entire building does, no?"
"No, but it does protect you from horrifying sights when someone gets too drunk and loses their pants," Topaz said dryly, stepping and closing the door, leaning against it. If Amanda tried to come in, she'd have warning. "So uh.... I know it's been a few months - okay, almost a year, but I get obsessive about things. You haven't heard anything about what happened back in March with Agent I Let My People Touch The Thing, have you?"
Marie-Ange blinked a few times. Unexpected question, which did not happen so often that she expected it. The analysis of which gave her a headache. "No, I have not, which ... is a bit odd, actually. I do not suppose you have, since you asked? You are working close to Formerly Agent Barton, yes?"
"When he's in the country." Topaz resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course Barton would propose a team and then disappear and leave everyone back home to actually establish it. "I don't think I can ask him, though. It feels like a 'the fewer people who know the better' thing. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. But it's not paranoia if they're out to get you."
"And it is very out of character for Agent Brand to not gloat. She is professional but she is also petty." Marie-Ange uncurled her legs and sat the tea down on a tray on the floor. "And proud, perhaps she does not want to have to admit about letting her people make a mistake they should have known not to." Except Brand could have just as easily blamed the SWORD personnel for that, and it may have been their fault besides. Brand was professional, after all. "Yuck. I am going to have to ask Garrison and I hate reminding him of that woman."
Topaz groaned, sliding down the door to sit against it. "I hate bothering other people with my stupidity." She'd gone over the day more than once, and had gone back and forth on whether or not she was being ridiculous so many times. "It sucks having this hanging over my head, though. Not knowing anything about them doesn't really help."
Marie-Ange made a "pfft" sound that was more undignified than she really liked to show. "How on earth was it your stupidity? Agent Brand's people made all the wrong decisions."
"Yeah, no wonder Barton has no self control when it comes to touching the shiny things." Topaz shook her heads. "My fault for not paying attention to what I was doing, though." Or not being strong enough to sustain herself through the fight. But that wasn't a road she was going down with Marie-Ange. Self-pity was for three a.m. drinking sessions after a bad nightmare, not talking to another person. "Or at least for not sticking to the people I know. Not that I want an in-depth look at your emotions," she added quickly.
"Yes I do not recommend it, it rather renders empaths unwell for quite some time." Marie-Ange said firmly. "I think also it is difficult to be entirely in control of your powers when you are facing down a fourteen foot tall ice monster. It is not as though the rest of us went uninjured. I broke ribs, Amanda was exhausted, your control over your powers wavered. All perfectly understandable given that the ice monster had already killed someone in front of us."
"Like I need help with that," Topaz murmured before raising her voice. "Honestly if she's going to do something, I'd rather she do it and get it over with. I have more important things to worry about. Like school."
"I can look, and see if I can gain any insight into if Agent Brand is likely to pounce in the next few months." The offer was sincere, and came with a wave at the nearest of one of Marie-Ange's ever-present decks of cards. "Although I cannot make promises, just a better than average guess."
"Better than average guess is better than what I have now," Topaz said, shrugging. "It'd be nice to be at least a little assured things are going to be quiet."
"At worst we will know how bad the music will be before we have to face it."
Topaz considered the door in front of her for a long moment. She could easily walk away and pretend she had never been there. But thoughts had been nagging her, and there was really only one person she could ask about it.
So with a sigh, she knocked on the door. She already knew Amanda wasn't there. She just hoped Marie-Ange was.
The door creaked open, powered by a little rose-colored leafy critter that disappeared into it's own self and then into a paff of mist once the door was open. Marie-Ange was curled on the couch with a laptop and a steaming mug of tea, and waved at Topaz. "I should really just leave it open when we are home during the day, it is not as though it provides any security more than the rest of the entire building does, no?"
"No, but it does protect you from horrifying sights when someone gets too drunk and loses their pants," Topaz said dryly, stepping and closing the door, leaning against it. If Amanda tried to come in, she'd have warning. "So uh.... I know it's been a few months - okay, almost a year, but I get obsessive about things. You haven't heard anything about what happened back in March with Agent I Let My People Touch The Thing, have you?"
Marie-Ange blinked a few times. Unexpected question, which did not happen so often that she expected it. The analysis of which gave her a headache. "No, I have not, which ... is a bit odd, actually. I do not suppose you have, since you asked? You are working close to Formerly Agent Barton, yes?"
"When he's in the country." Topaz resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course Barton would propose a team and then disappear and leave everyone back home to actually establish it. "I don't think I can ask him, though. It feels like a 'the fewer people who know the better' thing. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. But it's not paranoia if they're out to get you."
"And it is very out of character for Agent Brand to not gloat. She is professional but she is also petty." Marie-Ange uncurled her legs and sat the tea down on a tray on the floor. "And proud, perhaps she does not want to have to admit about letting her people make a mistake they should have known not to." Except Brand could have just as easily blamed the SWORD personnel for that, and it may have been their fault besides. Brand was professional, after all. "Yuck. I am going to have to ask Garrison and I hate reminding him of that woman."
Topaz groaned, sliding down the door to sit against it. "I hate bothering other people with my stupidity." She'd gone over the day more than once, and had gone back and forth on whether or not she was being ridiculous so many times. "It sucks having this hanging over my head, though. Not knowing anything about them doesn't really help."
Marie-Ange made a "pfft" sound that was more undignified than she really liked to show. "How on earth was it your stupidity? Agent Brand's people made all the wrong decisions."
"Yeah, no wonder Barton has no self control when it comes to touching the shiny things." Topaz shook her heads. "My fault for not paying attention to what I was doing, though." Or not being strong enough to sustain herself through the fight. But that wasn't a road she was going down with Marie-Ange. Self-pity was for three a.m. drinking sessions after a bad nightmare, not talking to another person. "Or at least for not sticking to the people I know. Not that I want an in-depth look at your emotions," she added quickly.
"Yes I do not recommend it, it rather renders empaths unwell for quite some time." Marie-Ange said firmly. "I think also it is difficult to be entirely in control of your powers when you are facing down a fourteen foot tall ice monster. It is not as though the rest of us went uninjured. I broke ribs, Amanda was exhausted, your control over your powers wavered. All perfectly understandable given that the ice monster had already killed someone in front of us."
"Like I need help with that," Topaz murmured before raising her voice. "Honestly if she's going to do something, I'd rather she do it and get it over with. I have more important things to worry about. Like school."
"I can look, and see if I can gain any insight into if Agent Brand is likely to pounce in the next few months." The offer was sincere, and came with a wave at the nearest of one of Marie-Ange's ever-present decks of cards. "Although I cannot make promises, just a better than average guess."
"Better than average guess is better than what I have now," Topaz said, shrugging. "It'd be nice to be at least a little assured things are going to be quiet."
"At worst we will know how bad the music will be before we have to face it."
