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[talentsgirl]

So - "Wingsville," is it? Just waiting on the final word? I've got to tell you, I'm impressed with the effort you put into the icons and all, but I can't say now is the best time to be taking me from Planet Earth. I mean, sure, a fifteen minute intermission is appreciated for the audience to stretch their legs, but we're heading into the climax now and I'd rather not miss it.

[Molly, honey, you don't really want to go to that Aztec temple, and we both know it. You know it's gonna be bad out there.]

Stop trying to convince me. Whether I want to go or not, I need to do it, and I don't care about those 'foreshadows' you keep trying not to tell me about.

...and the fact that Harry is going to be there really doesn't make a difference. He's just going to want to get back home to save his kid - and that's exactly what we're gonna do. So you can quit making icons now.

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[talentsgirl]

[No apology that time. She crosses her arms and smiles.]

No arguments here.

[greenjacketed]

Does a lady of your time know what the green means, lass?

[talentsgirl]

...it's less easy to shoot than red?

[Potentially not the kind of joke she should be making, but to hide - that's where her mind goes.]

[greenjacketed]

[ evidently, he appreciates the joke. ]

You're on to summat, there. This here is a rifleman's jacket. Crack shots, us.

[ think elite sniper team but for ye olden days. ]

[talentsgirl]

[Molly is appropriately impressed! She's had training with various types of guns, and shooting them is not easy.]

So you had to especially train for it?

[greenjacketed]

I was assigned to'em, miss, after I got my commission. The ranking officers thought it a poor idea to leave a trumped up Ensign with the regiment he once served in.

[ so in effect, no. he was given to the rifles due to his skills. but he's a bit too modest to say as much. ]

[talentsgirl]

[...she's not entirely sure she followed that. Her brain might have stuttered at "Ensign" and replaced his green jacket with a Star Trek uniform.]

So in other words, they saw you were a crack shot and decided to put you where you could do some good.

[But she thinks she got the gist.]

[greenjacketed]

[ although he nods at her words, he replies differently: ] The men rarely take well to being led by one of their own kind. I had to be put elsewhere for their good as well as mine.

[talentsgirl]

You mean you were promoted too?

[greenjacketed]

You can be bleeding certain I didn't purchase the damned rank. Sets me apart, that does.

[ and apparently not in a good way. ]

[talentsgirl]

[...and she is sensing that this is tied in with his self-depreciation issues.]

Would you have it any other way?

[greenjacketed]

Nah. What's the use in imaginin' otherwise? I can't dye my blood like you can dye your hair, miss.

[talentsgirl]

[So there's some pride in there. And he's reverted to 'miss.']

I guess that's one of the things I like about America. Everyone's blood is red.

[A deliberate goad, a call back to their earlier conversation, and a way out if he wants it.]

[greenjacketed]

...Rebel, then.

[ deep down, he approves. ]

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[talentsgirl]

[She laughs, and it's the good kind of laughter, the kind that's solid and free, and completely unselfconscious.]

[talentsgirl]

Guilty.

[So, so guilty.]

[greenjacketed]

[ beautiful. he tries so hard not to stare. ]

And there are worse things to be guilty of, I suppose.

[talentsgirl]

[Her tone is so wry.]

That probably depends on who you ask.

[Her mother. The White Council. Toss up to which is scarier, really.

...okay, not really.]

[greenjacketed]

And if I'm asking you?

[talentsgirl]

[...and again, oddly serious.]

If you're asking me, then I'd say it depends on what rules you're breaking.

[...because some of them, if you break them, then people get really hurt. Some of them are there for a reason.]

[greenjacketed]

[ another nod; another slice of agreement. ]

Aye. Aye, lass. It does.

[talentsgirl]

[...well. She seems to have painted herself into conversational corner, so Molly fiddles with the beads on her bracelet.]

So then, I guess I'll be seeing you.

[greenjacketed]

If'n I have anything to say 'bout it, you'll be dining with me as well. At least the once.

[talentsgirl]

[Pretty bold there, but not out of line. She can't say a date with him would be unwelcome. Especially...

And here's a small smile. Yes, actually, despite her attitude, she is nervous about where she's going.]

Well, at least there's that to look forward to. It's good to know there will be a friendly face there.

[greenjacketed]

I won't remember you, lass. And that's a shame, it is. But a flash of your bird-o-paradise wings should catch any lad's eye.