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Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

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[ Sara registers a figure at the end of the hall -- a moving figure, no less, until it stands stock-still in a stance she'd recognize anywhere. She's got company. A shame she's met him before finding any kind of armory or weapons cache, but she does have her pistol. One bullet is better than none, and she can always give the floor lamp a good swing if things get dicey.

Sara makes eye contact with Simon and grins. She takes out her pistol and saunters lazily towards him. Let him get nervous. He should be. ]

Why, Simon. It's so good to see you again. I've got a lot to say to you.

[ She says, with poison in her voice. ]

[ He backs up a step on instinct, then lifts his hands in surrender before giving a deep sigh and shaking his head. ]

Now, Eight. Is that anyway to greet an old friend? S'not very polite of you.

Before you start plotting all the ways you can murder me, you should probably know it's not going to work. And things in this place.... really aren't what they seem. Also you should.... probably go talk to Sam before you do something I'm going to really regret.

[ Can he opt out of whatever it is she wants to say? Although he'd still take that over the bullet. Probably. Maybe? ]

Start?

[ She comes within an arm's reach of Simon, close enough to reach out and snap his neck if the need struck her. Which it very well might. Sara is fine with liars and cheaters -- that's all part of the game. But traitors? In the name of false promises and shiny immortality? Sara doesn't hold that in particularly high esteem at all. ]

Oh, Simon. I've already got a few in mind. Don't forget, I know the ins and outs of Van Ark's treatments as well as you do. It is possible to find out someone's secrets without betraying the ones you love to the very people that hold him. You just have to be a little creative, and a little smart.

[ She'll jab a fist out towards Simon, aiming to pin him to the wall, or at the very least, cause some pain. ]

I don't care if you really cared for them or not. [ Caring was such a funny thing in their world, anyway. ] But you think little old Sam can help you weasel your way out of this one? Sam, your old mate?

[ She scoffs. ]

Disgusting. I think you've forgotten how unforgiving I can be. Tell me, Simon, did he stick to the basilic vein when he shot you up with his concoctions, or did he go straight for the brain?

[ Luckily Simon's had a year here and a half here now. Time spent training with Jo, with superheroes, with quite a few people and while he still can't shoot worth a damn (much to his own dismay and not from lack of trying) he's at least gotten better at this. And he's always been fast, something that's only been enhanced by... well what he got along with that shiny immortality.

He dances back out of her reach again when she moves, evading any contact and putting a safe amount of space between them once again. ]

I'm not trying to weasel anywhere. There's no point to it anyway. I'm just saying, calm down. And talk to Sam. He can explain everything. Do you want me to find him for you?

[ He's hoping he can talk her down. If not, there's a room full of superheroes next door he can go hide behind. Eight's always been the scary sort, he just hadn't expected her to show up here to be scary at him. ]

[ Sara's not about to let Simon run off to lord-knows-where and find Sam. Simon has the upper hand in that he knows the layout of this place far, far better than she does. The only thing she knows for sure is that it's big. Much bigger than their old township, but not nearly as intuitively organized. If he gets away, she may lose him forever.

Best not to goad him into running, then. She doesn't make another move to attack him, but she doesn't put the pistol away, either. Sara just stands there, cooly angry and disapproving. ]

I'd much rather hear what you have to say, not whatever you've told Sam to say. I want the truth, and I want it from you. If you can't give me that, I won't kill you.

[ She smiles. ]

Oh, no, Simon, I'll make you wish you could die.

Have you gotten creepier since the last time I saw you? [ He squints at her, because apparently goading Eight in return hasn't made it as high on his list of priorities as it has on hers. ] You've definitely gotten creepier.

Look, I didn't tell Sam to say anything, he's the one that keeps telling me shit, even when half of it doesn't make any sense, but he and the Doc are from way ahead of me in time, so I'll let them info-dump on you, because honestly, it all sounds like crazy talk to me.

Besides. People always say they want the truth when it's really the last thing they want, so I'm going to.... go find a bullet proof bubble somewhere now and you can come find me after you've had a little tea and a chat with your friends, alright? I'd say it was nice to see you again, but... well.

[ Aaaaand he's going to start backing away slowly now. Because crazy scary woman with a gun is not how he really wants to start his day today. ]

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