Katou (katoustheshit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-07 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ilia amitola, yue katou |
Who: Ilia and Katou
What: Katou’s picking up some explosives, no big deal
When: February 1st, following this
Where: Logan’s Asylum for Wayward Strays
Warnings: Low/none
Status: Log | Complete
When Ilia had woken up that morning, she hadn’t known what to really feel about the end of her Dreams. It was a relief in a way, but she also had a feeling that Blake’s Dreams would continue and she’d be left behind. After all, it was the other Faunus’ story, she was just part of it. But it was also better than dealing with the revelations of just how much Jacques Schnee had ruined her life. That, and she soon had gotten distracted when she realized the White Fang bombs she’d disarmed had shown up. Sure, they probably were safe. But this was Orange County and she didn’t exactly want to risk it.
So she had made her post on the Network and besides a couple conversations that had no real help - though bless the one guy’s heart who thought the police would be of help and offered help if nothing else came up - one person at least had been able to help. True, Ilia was paranoid by nature, but luckily Ruby had shown up during that conversation and said that the guy, Katou, was legit and worked with her. And given Ilia was quite familiar with the Agency thanks to Natasha being part of the rescue mission, and then Dr. Simmons helping deprogram her from when she’d been taken by the Red Room… well, she was willing to push aside said paranoia to let this guy help with the explosives and take them somewhere they wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. Or run the risk of Remnant technology getting into the wrong hands.
True, she felt they could have been useful when she and Blake had burned down the Schnee building to give a distraction for the rescue missions that had gone down a few weeks before, but that wasn’t the case and now they were just there. So once Ruby had been assured that it was fine and she and Blake could continue on with their initial plans, it was waiting for Katou to show up.
Katou hadn’t been expecting to need to do any work that day, but then, when did he ever expect to do any work? The OC had a way of surprising them. Besides, picking up bombs? Well, it was probably one of the better parts of his job.
He pulled up in front of the address Ilia had given him. He was wearing a black denim vest with a large Motorhead back patch sown onto it, on top of a torn up Off With the Heads t-shirt, the sleeves torn off, and a pair of ratty blue jeans. His shoulder length blond hair was tied back, an earring in his right ear and his tattoo of a pair of pistols and roses on his left bicep, a product of the glamour he wore to cover up the mechanical arm.
He headed up the stairs, and knocked on the door.
While it was annoying for the most part, Ilia had gotten used to the whole inability to actually retain body heat thanks to being a Faunus. So she was in fishnets, boots, a skirt, then a t-shirt that said ‘A single spark can start a revolution’ over flames plus a leather jacket, pink streaked hair in a high ponytail. That, and the temperature regulating bracelet Ruby had made for everyone involved in her rescue.
Given the whole waiting thing, Ilia had replied to another comment on her post and then had been going through Twitter when she heard the door and got up from the couch. The bombs were on the table (just to keep an eye on them) and since she was currently alone, she didn’t feel anxious about leaving them temporarily unattended as she went to answer the door.
And the guy that Ruby had vouched for was there - which she’d expected but one never knew who might knock on the door at the house.
“Hey. Thanks for this.” As she said that, she stepped to the side to let Katou in.
Katou stepped into the apartment, looking down at Ilia skeptically. Then, he reached out, and placed a hand on her head. “Ain’t you and Little Red about the same height?” he asked, contemplatively.
The movement and comment caused Ilia to scrunch her nose up in annoyance - though she at least managed to keep the impulse to outright attack Katou for touching her at bay. Something she’d probably need to talk to Bucky or Russian Josh Groban about. But then she shrugged.
“Supposedly. Doesn’t change the fact she’s still the small one to me.”
Katou laughed. “I guess that’s fair enough, Freckles,” he said, winking at her. He wasn’t exactly tall himself, but he was taller than a few of his friends and he did rather enjoy rubbing their noses in it when he had the chance. “So, whereabouts are these bombs?”
It could also be tied to personality and why Ruby was the small one. Still, she didn't feel the need to go into that with Katou as he accepted her reasoning. She did roll her eyes at the freckles comment. Besides, more pressing matters and all.
“This way,” and with that, the teen led Katou to the living room, where the bombs were on the table.
Katou let out a low, impressed whistle when he saw the bombs. “Just how much kick do these babies have? Looks like you could take out a fair sized building with these. You said they’re already disarmed?”
“Well, they were supposed to take down an entire academy. So you know, a lot.” Good times, those White Fang terrorist plots that she’d been part of before Blake finally broke through the anger and got her to acknowledge she didn’t know what she wanted and so anger had been the answer even when she had never really liked the extremism of the violence. “But yeah, I disarmed them in the Dreams and they look to be disarmed when I woke up to them.”
Katou nodded. “Well, if they blow me up on my way there, I’ma definitely come back and haunt your ass,” he said, grinning at her. “Now, you got anything I can transfer these with, or are we gonna have to take ‘em out to my car two by two?”
Well, this was Orange County, so it wasn’t like that was an impossibility. No. Someone coming back and haunting a person was probably something that could happen here. Maybe it already did. Who knew with this place.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” As for something to transfer them in? “I think I still have an old shoe box that should be able to work. Or we can go the two by two route...though that might raise questions.”
“Yeah, go get me that shoe box,” Katou said. Not raising any more questions than needed was probably a good thing. He moved closer to the bombs while Ilia went to go get the box, picking one up and turning it over in his hand to get a better idea of how it might work, not that Katou really had much experience with bombs.
“So, here’s what’s up. I’ma store ‘em for you, but they’re still yours. We’ll have people look at ‘em to make sure they’re not too much of a threat, but if they ain’t, you can come talk to me if you need ‘em for something.” He paused, frowning. “Maybe Little Red too.” He didn’t actually know if she had clearance for the vault, but if not she could probably pass it on or something. “Help me take these to my car.”
See, sometimes it was helpful to have a thing for buying boots. It meant that she had a box for explosives. Because that was clearly the most logical place to go with a shoebox that had yet to be thrown out. Still, it helped for storage purposes. With that, the teen made her way back to the living room and just quirked a brow as Katou turned the bomb around in his hand.
Still, the ground rules he laid out made sense.
“Got it.” It wasn’t like she knew why she’d need them now that the Schnee building had been burnt to the ground but….irrelevant. At least she did know a few people at the Agency if she couldn’t get in touch with either Katou or Ruby.
Placing the explosives into the shoe box, she then helped Katou to his car. Yeah. This definitely would have been a lot more awkward if they hadn’t had anything to put them in. Logan put up with a lot but she wasn’t sure how he would handle neighbors asking about why she was taking bombs to someone’s car. She had enough issues with the law as it was, no need to add to it if she could avoid it.
Katou laid the bombs along the floor of his back seat so that he didn’t risk having them tumble from the seats if he had to make a sudden stop or a sharp turn, and then stood back, brushing off his hands and taking a look at the placement.
“That does it,” he said, and turned, grinning, to her. “You get anything else weird or dangerous from the dreams, you can call me whenever.”
Given the fact that Ilia was pretty certain that there would be no more Dreams now that Blake was back with her friends, that her own Dreams were done for good, she had a feeling anything else showing up? They wouldn’t be from her personal Dreams. Though she knew things could change. Either way though, the teen gave a small nod.
“Got it. Thanks again for this.”
Katou, never one to thank people for things himself, waved away the thanks with a dismissive gesture. “It’s what I’m getting paid for,” he said, and then to the driver’s door of his car. “I’ll catch you around, Freckles.”