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rakathspseudonymOkay, I will probably not edit this, I wrote it simply to get it out of my brainspace. Cut for unreasonably long thing to write for such a purpose.
For those confused, this is entirely based on XI, listening to Poets of the Fall, and a What if Wednesday from FOREVER AGO. Rated GD for GRIMDARK:
"What is it with me and idiot heroes," Holly J half-glared at the man lying on the ground, sitting at his side. There was a definite register of anger in her voice, who it was aimed at was in question. The cold fire of her words might appear to be aimed at the tall man on the ground, but those that knew Holly J would know it wasn't him she was angry at. Always her, it wasn't like she made him do this, but she blamed herself none the less. That she seemed weak enough to need saving. She didn't know if he was alive or not, she didn't check, she didn't want to know. "I told you to stop saving me, time and again, I can take care of myself and you just get hurt doing it."
It had been a decade, since the first time he saved her. That time she needed it, however time and again this idiot would rescue her. While sometimes she did need it, just as often he just got in the way and got hurt. Which also got her hurt. This time, was one of the former, as Holly J was a half second too slow, and couldn't move from the shot aimed at her by one of Baelheit's soldiers. Of course he jumped in the way and took the hit, he always did when he was there.
Holly J's initial reaction was the cold callous bitch that everyone knew her as, she killed every soldier in the area. Filling the halls with death, death carried the metallic smell of blood, and the stench of motor oils. This is how death is when your enemies are cyborgs created by a jackass dictator like Baelheit. She didn't get a chance to move to him until after that.
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, he and Holly-Jeanette Sinclair were a set of opposites.
She was small, female and feminine, young looking, and at this time looked unmarred by this war. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, tucked down the back of her shirt, brushing against her tailbone out under the bottom of the shirt. Which was an odd thing, not only was her hair long (a rare thing), it was clean (also rare). Supplies were limited so most people did not get to shower or clean as often as liked. Yet this girl looked like she was drawn from the days before Baelheit. She looked to be no older than nineteen, people wondered how she got to be a resistance leader. Till they found out she was one of the last classes at the Xavier Institute, there when it fell to Baelheit. The most striking detail was the two things she lacked at the moment, the first being cybernetic limbs. Holly J was completely organic, a rare thing in this day and age. The second was that on this day, she had no scars, they had all healed and she had been very good, and very lucky, for the past week.
Now, on the other hand, the man on the ground was nearly two feet taller than her, dignified and masculine in all manner. Except maybe the cowboy boots, but that was simply due to a lack of options for footwear. Under his clothes the marks of times long past, and the war shown in scars. Most of his battles left him some souvenir to remember it by. He did not seem to have the same care for personal grooming the girl had, but that was because Holly J needed very little of it and he was only human. Well, human for this subject. The war and the brooding wore at his face, his age was not something he could hide as easily as she. He didn't sport any obvious cybernetics, which was about the only commonality for them.
"I am a big girl Harry, I didn't need you to do something this insane. If I got shot it would only hurt you..." she paused, not crying but the idea of it wouldn't totally embarrass her at this moment, "I don't hurt nearly as easily as you do, it takes a lot more to actually injure me, and more to put me out. Why the fuck do you keep saving me, I'd rather I was dead than you- than you die for me."
"Glad... to see you care..."
His words startled her a moment as she glanced at where he was shot, if she had noticed, the bullet was still on the OUTSIDE of his ridiculous duster. She flipped the thing open to see the thing had been reinforced with a mesh, probably adamantium. Now tears formed in her eyes, as she punched him in the opposite shoulder. Which, for the record, hurt more than him getting shot.
"Ow! Hey, what the he-" Harry sat up to yell at the tiny red-head but was cut off when she hugged him. It was rare to see the two of them together without fighting. They were either verbally sparring about something, or they were killing cyborgs together. Some would think the two out and out hated each other, which was a believable conclusion, while false. The two had a respect, mostly due to the ratio of supplies needed for damage done to Baelheit's empire. Something both needed very little to do a lot. They were two of the most hated by Baelheit's generals.
"If you ever scare me again like that, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I will find a way to bring you back to life so I can kill you without losing a good resource in this war," Holly J gripped him tightly, but not tight enough to injure him... any more than she already had. Seriously she needs to watch those angry outbursts. "And someone I do care about."
It took Harry a few moments to process this, to remove his mind from the war and to inter-personal relationships. Especially ones with girls he kept getting very little thanks for saving. His first reaction was to start returning the hug, putting his hand on the back of her head, her face right now buried in his shoulder. "Hell's Bells..." he sighed, "yes ma'am," there was a taste of sarcasm in the word ma'am. Which was not totally unfounded, and for a brief moment he worried she might get mad at it.
"I like the sound of that, 'ma'am.'" Well, certain things didn't change.
"We should keep moving, this isn't the time or place for hugging."
Holly J took a moment to respond, not wanting to let go. Finally she did, it was nice to be able to reach his shoulder for once, small favor of Harry getting injured. She chided herself for thinking that before helping him up. Which looked as odd as you might think, given her height and his. The fact that she could harry five or six of him on her back not withstanding.
The two left the building, Holly J smiling for the first time in a while. Well, not including her smile before she blew something up or hearing that Baelheit has upped the reward for her death.
For those confused, this is entirely based on XI, listening to Poets of the Fall, and a What if Wednesday from FOREVER AGO. Rated GD for GRIMDARK:
"What is it with me and idiot heroes," Holly J half-glared at the man lying on the ground, sitting at his side. There was a definite register of anger in her voice, who it was aimed at was in question. The cold fire of her words might appear to be aimed at the tall man on the ground, but those that knew Holly J would know it wasn't him she was angry at. Always her, it wasn't like she made him do this, but she blamed herself none the less. That she seemed weak enough to need saving. She didn't know if he was alive or not, she didn't check, she didn't want to know. "I told you to stop saving me, time and again, I can take care of myself and you just get hurt doing it."
It had been a decade, since the first time he saved her. That time she needed it, however time and again this idiot would rescue her. While sometimes she did need it, just as often he just got in the way and got hurt. Which also got her hurt. This time, was one of the former, as Holly J was a half second too slow, and couldn't move from the shot aimed at her by one of Baelheit's soldiers. Of course he jumped in the way and took the hit, he always did when he was there.
Holly J's initial reaction was the cold callous bitch that everyone knew her as, she killed every soldier in the area. Filling the halls with death, death carried the metallic smell of blood, and the stench of motor oils. This is how death is when your enemies are cyborgs created by a jackass dictator like Baelheit. She didn't get a chance to move to him until after that.
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, he and Holly-Jeanette Sinclair were a set of opposites.
She was small, female and feminine, young looking, and at this time looked unmarred by this war. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, tucked down the back of her shirt, brushing against her tailbone out under the bottom of the shirt. Which was an odd thing, not only was her hair long (a rare thing), it was clean (also rare). Supplies were limited so most people did not get to shower or clean as often as liked. Yet this girl looked like she was drawn from the days before Baelheit. She looked to be no older than nineteen, people wondered how she got to be a resistance leader. Till they found out she was one of the last classes at the Xavier Institute, there when it fell to Baelheit. The most striking detail was the two things she lacked at the moment, the first being cybernetic limbs. Holly J was completely organic, a rare thing in this day and age. The second was that on this day, she had no scars, they had all healed and she had been very good, and very lucky, for the past week.
Now, on the other hand, the man on the ground was nearly two feet taller than her, dignified and masculine in all manner. Except maybe the cowboy boots, but that was simply due to a lack of options for footwear. Under his clothes the marks of times long past, and the war shown in scars. Most of his battles left him some souvenir to remember it by. He did not seem to have the same care for personal grooming the girl had, but that was because Holly J needed very little of it and he was only human. Well, human for this subject. The war and the brooding wore at his face, his age was not something he could hide as easily as she. He didn't sport any obvious cybernetics, which was about the only commonality for them.
"I am a big girl Harry, I didn't need you to do something this insane. If I got shot it would only hurt you..." she paused, not crying but the idea of it wouldn't totally embarrass her at this moment, "I don't hurt nearly as easily as you do, it takes a lot more to actually injure me, and more to put me out. Why the fuck do you keep saving me, I'd rather I was dead than you- than you die for me."
"Glad... to see you care..."
His words startled her a moment as she glanced at where he was shot, if she had noticed, the bullet was still on the OUTSIDE of his ridiculous duster. She flipped the thing open to see the thing had been reinforced with a mesh, probably adamantium. Now tears formed in her eyes, as she punched him in the opposite shoulder. Which, for the record, hurt more than him getting shot.
"Ow! Hey, what the he-" Harry sat up to yell at the tiny red-head but was cut off when she hugged him. It was rare to see the two of them together without fighting. They were either verbally sparring about something, or they were killing cyborgs together. Some would think the two out and out hated each other, which was a believable conclusion, while false. The two had a respect, mostly due to the ratio of supplies needed for damage done to Baelheit's empire. Something both needed very little to do a lot. They were two of the most hated by Baelheit's generals.
"If you ever scare me again like that, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I will find a way to bring you back to life so I can kill you without losing a good resource in this war," Holly J gripped him tightly, but not tight enough to injure him... any more than she already had. Seriously she needs to watch those angry outbursts. "And someone I do care about."
It took Harry a few moments to process this, to remove his mind from the war and to inter-personal relationships. Especially ones with girls he kept getting very little thanks for saving. His first reaction was to start returning the hug, putting his hand on the back of her head, her face right now buried in his shoulder. "Hell's Bells..." he sighed, "yes ma'am," there was a taste of sarcasm in the word ma'am. Which was not totally unfounded, and for a brief moment he worried she might get mad at it.
"I like the sound of that, 'ma'am.'" Well, certain things didn't change.
"We should keep moving, this isn't the time or place for hugging."
Holly J took a moment to respond, not wanting to let go. Finally she did, it was nice to be able to reach his shoulder for once, small favor of Harry getting injured. She chided herself for thinking that before helping him up. Which looked as odd as you might think, given her height and his. The fact that she could harry five or six of him on her back not withstanding.
The two left the building, Holly J smiling for the first time in a while. Well, not including her smile before she blew something up or hearing that Baelheit has upped the reward for her death.