Twi257

Megaman - Tuesday, April 25, 2000, 4:03 PM
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Maverick Hunter Medical Center...

Twila Peterson is working quietly as she makes up one of the medical beds not far from where Zero lays, just now finishing laying on the top cover...
Zero is currently resting in one of the many repair capsules stationed within the Medical Bay. The chamber is transparent at the surface, mostly, and allows one a clear view of the occupant. His eyes are closed and his expression is calm. In fact, he almost seems to be fully repaired from last nights bout of dishonor from Bass. Then again, who could have expected less?

The young woman takes a step back to retrieve the bed's pillow and places it carefully within it's casing. She fluffs it a little before laying it at it's head and then steps back. Twila then kneels towards the floor, gathering the dirty laundry, and takes it back to one of the shutes. After disposing of thus bedding she casts a glance over towards a lone capsule which is currently in use. She can seen the vital signs from here and doesn't seem all too surprised from what she reads. Sighs are currently normal. And why shouldn't they be?
Pschissssss...

The glass entrance to the Repair Capsule opens in a slow, deliberate fashion. Zero continues to sit there, however, at least for the moment. In fact, about a minute passes before he even allows his eyes to drift open. "Last time I chat with Bass over tea," he mutters, sitting up in an almost bowed position. He holds a hand to his head in a typical, pained-from-headache fashion. He says nothing else, but does run a quick system check to make sure that he repaired completely before even bothering to move anymore.

Twila Peterson glances over her shoulder after having moved herself towards on of the side terminals in order to check on something or other. Seeing the reploid awake she offers him a small smile, while glancing over his taller frame with a physicians eye. "Morning. Or...I should say afternoon. How are you feeling?"

Zero looks up. He hadn't noticed Twila in the room, but it's good to see a friendly face when one first awakens. He manages a bit of a smile, "Hey Twila. Watching over me?" With a wince, he springs from the capsule and lands easily on the floor of the Medical Bay. Testing out his limbs, he answers her question directly, "By how it seems, I look like a million bucks. Still a little sore, though." He looks over at her, hair slicing around in the sudden motion, "Nothing a bit of activity won't cure. Magma make it out alright?" His voice holds some concern, but the answer is sort've obvious. How else did he get here if Magma had gotten wasted by Bass?

"Hmmm...maybe..." Twila slightly teases to his first quip, even the metool Rick had previous programmed for her she had since dubbed as "Harold" chrips happily makes his way towards the capsule to reset the device for the next occupant. She straightens up and offers a small nod. "Yep, he's came back alright and was uninjured. He was more concerned with how you were actually."

Zero smirks in Twila's direction, eyes shifting to watch the little Metool reset the chamber, "Just how many pets do you have, Twi'?" He asks this casually, attempting to make some common place conversation. After all, he'd rather not discuss his dishonorable defeat the previous night. Sure, he's glad that Magma's alright, but he wasn't the one that got blasted either. Of course, there's something to be said for someone who survives an encounter with Magna Bass and is walking about the next day. His arms raise to fold, eyes glancing back toward Twila after speaking.

Harold Hardhat bobs up and down as he briefly glances towards the besereker. He offers a small, comical whistle before going back to his task.

"Oh, that's Harold," Twila points out with an amused grin. "Rick found him out on the field after a battle and decided to give him some reprogramming so he could help me out a little. He's adjusting quite nicely I think. Should have heard him when Rick first brought him in. Poor thing was singing loops of 'Figaro' courtesy of Guts Man," she replies. As Harold sing-songs something else within binary Twila adds, "And...it's only him and Kyo. And Kyo coming with me. Harold is going to be staying with Rick."

At this Harold pokes his eyes upwards and eyes Twila quizzedly, uttering a question within a few short chitterings. He then hops down back to the floor and waddles behind the counter.

*beep* *boop* *boop* *squiggle*

Zero hmms softly, glancing down at Harold as he pulls off a bit of a comedy act, "Yeah, I'd heard about your leaving. Hope you make it back." His lips quirk into another smile, "I'll miss ya. Y'/know/ Rock will. Doesn't take Dr. Light to figure that out." With a sudden jerk of his body, Zero gets a few stiff 'joints' to cooperate with him, "And Guts, eh? Man.. I actually feel sorry for that Metool now." He chuckles softly, arms refolding.

Twila Peterson replies, "Well, 'Harold's' with us now. So. he doesn't have to put up with Masters who love to constantly sing off-key." There's a slight pause as Twila steals a quick glance where the hardhat wandered off too before reshifting her attention on Zero. "And thanks. I'll miss you and everyone else here. Going to be strange going back into middle-class life, even if it is for a little while."

Harold then reappears after some jingle-jangles are heard somewhere within a cabinet. He emerges back out into the open, a claw extended from the top of his hat. One can't really make out the object until he waddles back up towards the reploid and hops up onto the casing of the capsule, offering it too him. What could it be?

Upon closer inspoection it looks nothing more than a *cherry tootsie pop*???
Long distance to Eclipse: Twila Peterson hopes ya feel better. taking anything for it? Or using a hot water bottle?

Harold Hardhat seems quite proud of himself that he remembered to make the offering. Goodness knows Twila instructed him to do the same with Rock. Although...it seems he's taken it upon himself to do so with other patients as well.

Zero almost laughs out loud, but manages to supress it into a chuckle. He takes the 'pop' carefully and patpats Harold on the head, "Thanks." He inspects it, then holds it into view, "I'll always cherish it, even after it's gone." With a grin, he rises back to his feet and twirls the gift around in his fingers, "Interesting little Metool, that Harold is. First he can sing, now he's a blessing during Halloween." He smirks to Twila good-naturedly.

Harold Hardhat responds by offering a digitized giggle before leaping back to the floor and into one of the closets, remembering something that had needed to be done.

Twila in turn grins and the small fella as he waddles away. "I sometimes tease Rock by offering him a lolly for being a good patient and was teaching the metool to keep up the practice. Guess he's picking up on it quite nicely," she grins in thought.

Zero opens the Lolly and pops it into his mouth, "Good plan," mumbles Zero around yon stick-laden candy. He leeeeeeans back, settling against the wall and just enjoys the little treat. Much better than getting blasted by Magna Bass at any rate. "So.. How's Rock doing anyway? Or maybe I should ask how he's taking your having to leave." He settles his gaze upon the 'Medic Girl', arms still folded. It's something about Zero...

Even with a big Tootsie Pop in his mouth, he still manages to maintain a high level of 'Coolness' that appeals to the general public. *sigh* It's a talent. :)

Yeah, yeah. "The Lean" of Mr. Cool over there. How does he do it, Ladies and Gentlemen? Twila pauses for a little longer this time before answering. "I haven't really seen Rock much after I first approached him with the news. The night after he wanted to take me out...but he was called away during dinner." As Rock himself once stated, evil doesn't take lunch breaks. "So, not exactly certain how he's fairing, other than I can already tell it's concerning him." More like saddening t. It's no secret the reploid and the human still love each other, and that's something that probably wont change, even with the distance between them. But, with Rock's work, isn't it more to the point that this time it's Twila that's leaving due to "duties" instead of the Maverick Hunter Commander? "Kinda does me too," she admits.

Zero suckles on his Lolly contentedly as he listens to Twila. He frowns slightly though, repositioning the Pop so as to properly speak, "I see. Well, I'll have to swing around and give Rock one of my little pep talks, then. After all, you'll be back." With a grin, he resumes suckling, "I have no doubt of that." His head settles back, resting against the wall with eyes staring up at the ceiling. Speaking of 'love', he'd better go visit Iris soon ...

Twila Peterson rewards Zero a grateful look for offer to chat with the Blue Bomber. If truth be told that's one thing Twila had been concerned about. She knew how Rock was when Zero had been forced to take leave for a few months. Of course, that was not of his doing either and that situation was totally different. Still, she knows how much Rock fears the feeling of "being left alone". Having someone there would place Twila's mind more at ease. And who more better to be chosen than Rock's best friend? "I'm sure he's be thankful for it," she states honestly. "So, how have you been yourself?" Other than the lovely little get together with Bass last night?

Zero pauses rather suddenly at Twila's choice of questioning. Nono, not the first; second. He stands there for a long moment or so, then regathers himself to respond, "I've been alright. No worse than usual." Of course, in order to answer the second question, he's gonna haveta calm down. The urge to rip Bass limb for limb is very tempting, but in the back of Zero's mind he remembers one little thing: Bass is Rock's. Much as the Crimson One hates it sometimes, Rock's the real match for Ebony. Hey, maybe blasting Bass to little bitty pieces would cheer ol' X up? Hmm. Idea: Save for later. Thus, a shrug is given and he says before resuming the enjoyment of his lolly, "I made a pretty dumb mistake last night. That's all." His eyes shift upward again, once more studying the ceiling. What's so interesting up there, anyway?

"Rick was able to get in some feed from the satellite. So, we did see what happened," Twila states with a tiny tilt of the head. "We all make dumb mistakes. Just...not everyone can walk away from them. She allows the rest unsaid however. Yes, it was dumb...and arrogant...and dangerous for Zero do what he did. He *should* learn to be more careful and not tempt the wrath of one such as Bass when it can be avoided. She is concerned for him just as she would be concerned for anyone else here...regardless if the majority of others consider him dangerous and an unstable ally. Her gaze trails upwards, wondering what he *is* happening to be looking at. "Something on your mind?"

Zero can only listen to what Twila says. Being the level-minded human she is, of course, she's right. Something on his mind? Of course. When isn't there? Rock, Bass, Wily.. All tossed into one big pot and stirred together in a lovely mixture that he calls a mind. "Just worried about Rock," says Zero, "After all, he's probably going to be an emotional wreck when you leave." He tears his piercing stare from the ceiling and resettles it on Twila, "I know he loves you.. Everybody does. Hey, don't worry though." With a large grin, Zero jerks a thumb to himself and proclaims, "I'll be there to keep whacking him in the back of the head and saying 'Pull yourself together! She'll be back!'."

Twila perks an eyebrow. What else should she have expected? That's a very "Zero" way of stating the matter. And what's more, she did happen to ask. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate that, Zero. You've always been a good friend to him. I'm sure he'll pull through." It's not like Twila's leaving purposely, after all.

Zero nods sharply, "Of course he will. Rock can be a kid sometimes, but he's getting pretty strong about stuff like this. Besides, I'll make 'sure' he pulls through." He winks at Twila, then unfolds his arms. Accompanied by strong clanks, Zero walks over to inspect some of the equipment in the room, "Nothing happened while I was resting, did it?" asks Zero with a sudden sense of concern. No telling what was pulled while he was out of it.

Twila Peterson muses in thought. "Guardian came across one of those Stardroid's last night. Eclipse if I remember right. the one who has a hobby of collecting 'information'. Magma went to investigate soon after he brought you back. I'm not certain what happened with the incident. If it was reported on I haven't seen it." She then adds, "And the Albatross II was recently completed. Rick was wanting to unveil it last night. But, with all the activity..." She leaves that hanging as well. "As for anything else, haven't heard."

'Well, making Twila feel better certainly ranks high on the 'Worth My Time' list,' thinks Zero to himself as he listens. "Well, Rick could always do it today, couldn't he? After all, I'm sure he'd want his ever supporting sister there." He offers a smile to the girl. After all, Rock's about the closest thing that he has to a sibling; besides Dischord, of course. In essence, he really doesn't have one, so he can only imagine the things that he speaks of. "Hmm, and I think I'll ask Magma about that if I see him. I've heard about Eclipse popping up here and there. Not surprising, but y'just gotta wonder what he's using this recent data for." He gives a thoughtful look after what he says, dwelling on it just a moment longer.

Twila grins. "Since Rick was about to burst last night I asked him if I could have a sneak preview. So...he may not be as bad as he could have been," she notes idly. "As for Eclipse, you read the report about him recently being here within the base to haven't you? You happen to read what Shrike reported? About the Stardroids judging the Earth to see if it's worthy...or some such?"
Twila Peterson losses some of the grin at the last. She's not any more comfortable with those droids feeling they have the right to be judge, jury, and executioner any more than anyone else would be. Of course, this is also connected to her concern for Rock and him being designated as the so-called "Chosen One" too. Pompous and arrogant. Two traits the droids are not in lacking it seems.

Zero snorts slightly, "Yeah, I read that. We saved the planet when they couldn't do it, so I don't see where they've got the right to judge anything." He slices the air with his hand, "Don't worry, Twila. Rock and I'll make sure they don't do anything too extreme." His arms fold after that, a prideful smirk embedded upon his face, "Just like we always do. Sigma rears his ugly head, we throw a bag over it. Wily pokes around, we step on his fingers."

One thing can be said about Zero: he doesn't mince how he feels on certain matters, nor does he beat around the bush, or so Twila thinks. "Hope so. Can't help but think they have that type of arrogance for a reason. You know the old saying: "No matter how good you are, someone's always better.' Would assume it applies to them just like everyone else. I would have thought the incident with the time shifts and the causes would have proved they're mortal. Powerful, but still mortal."

"I'd have to agree," consents Zero, "They took that whole time shift a whole lot worse than we did." Ah yes, he remembers his encounter with Magistrate Vile. Let's not dwell on that, shall we? "We're bound to run into the Stardroids one day, if they're threatening to 'proclaim judgement' over us and all. Guess we'll seen then, eh?" He looks aside, then to Twila, "Hey, Twila? I'm just curious, since we're having our pleasant little chat here anyways.. What're you planning to do once you leave?"

Twila Peterson blinks, seemingly taken off guard by that. However, that's mostly because no one's actually asked her yet. "Other than caring for Lauren and helping her?" she muses opening. "I haven't really given it much thought. I'll probably have a little time to myself so I'll more than likely go back to some story writing, try to do some freelancing and possibly try to sell some work to children's magazine publishers under my old pen name. Mostly, what I did before I came here."

Zero states jokingly, "Well, just don't go out and get yourself hurt, Twila. Sure, I can cheer Rock up if you leave, but even I couldn't fix him if you wound up in a hospital." He waggles a finger at her, "So be careful out there." He smiles sweetly, then folds his arms, "Of course, I know how much sense you have. You're no Dr. Light, but you're about as smart as a non-scientific type'll come. Tough, too. Who else could endure almost marrying Dr. Wily?" His face just grows into one big grin at that. Hooo boy, what an allusion. :)

Twila makes a most horrid face at the mention and sticks her tounge out playfully. "Oh, sure. Go ahead and and remind me of *that* why don't you? I only endure long enough to see if I could have caused him a *third* heart-attack mind you." After retaining a more sensible display she adds, "I'll be careful. Promise. And, trying to take as many precautions as I can while I'm out...and not letting others know I'm leaving." For all she knows Snake Man may still occasionally be keeping tabs on her...even all this time. No, this is not paranoia. It is a valid concern. "I'd rather keep Lauren out of this as much as possible...especially right now."

Zero thinks for a moment, "I'll see what I can do about keeping it 'hush-hush' then.. Wouldn't want to endanger either of you, especially how she is. Hmm." He smiles thoughtfully, "Yet another conversation topic with X. Maybe I should grab some burgers before we chat." Blond hair shifting in a myriad of different ways as Zero tilts his head upward, his voice further adds, "Hey...Twila? I've got a pretty good idea. Rock got called out, right? Well, why don't the both of you go out again before you leave. The Hunters and I will keep everything clear for the night." He looks down at her, smiling warmly. Hey, he's gotta do the ol' 'good deed' for Twila, right? His own farewell gift, per say. "Of course, it's not like I'm giving you a /choice/ here.." That smile becomes a smirk as he speaks, but it's still good-natured. As a side-note, he leaves the Wily thing alone. Zero isn't too terribly fond of talking about the insane old man, so why should he further that topic?

Twila hmphs in choice, but it's also in good-nature. "Sure I have a choice. It's either we go out again or...we do out again. I'd love to. But, the trick is to get Rock in on it. Our last few tries have sort have fallen through due to his duties." It's not something she blames the reploid for either. She's known of his work since before they met...and that it always comes first. Still, it does become frustrating and both she and Rock have had to learn to accept and adjust.

Zero waggles his finger again, "Now, now Twila.. Have you forgotten to whom you speak? I'm the master at these things with Rock. If you want another dinner, you're gonna get another dinner." He grins, "Whether Rock likes it or not. We can handle anything that'll come up. I'll just use the ol': Rock, you should really trust the other Hunters more! You can't be everywhere!" He states this in a pleading tone, then takes a bow to a non-existent audience, "Thank you, thank you...You're too kind!" His hand even waves. o.o

Composing himself, he assures, "Seriously, though. You two deserve it as a last great time before you have to run off. I'm sure he'll visit, but you'll have to watch over your mother a lot, won't you?" He puts a hand to his hip, the other pressing to the wall as he shifts his weight in a leaning motion. "Your call, Twi."

At the Berzerker's previous display Twila has to fight the urge to roll her eyes. There are times he can be such a ham...no matter how few and far between those times actually are. But there's nothing wrong with it in the least. Still, she doesn't see him winning any Oscar for his steller preformance. Maybe...if he can keep work on the whine a little that would work. None-the-less, she does offer a smile in return as she watches.

"That a trick question? I'd love to," she finally answers upon his sobering. "It's been awhile since we're really been able to 'go out' besides. Can't help but miss it. And I know he does too."

Zero beams proudly. Ahah! Triumph! No girl can resist the prospect of a date.. Wahahaha! Ahem.

"Alright then, Twi, I'll get to work on it as soon as I manage to nab Rock. Where is he, anyway?" Zero glances this way, that way, then snorts. "He's never around when you need him. Oh well, it'll get done." Around now, he actually comments on something that hasn't really come up so far, "Hmm.. It's a little too quiet around here today. Wonder where everybody is." With a few ringing clanks, the Crimson One moves from his leant position so as to study a few of the monitors that are activated. Not really any patients present, but it's something to look at. Besides, Twila's good for conversation. No sense in leaving the Med Bay yet.

Twila Peterson mentally oooooooookays to herself, but not unkindly. Although it's clear to her Zero is becoming a little restless. Since when was that something new? But he's not making way to leave just yet. That is something she noticed. "Have no idea. I would have thought they were all out on patrols or some such. Haven't heard anything over the broadband so, you're right. It is awefully quiet at the moment. Of course, you do relaize we may have just jinxed it by even discussing it..."

Zero slams a fist into a palm, "BLAM! Yep, as soon as I mentioned it, something blew up." He smirks over his shoulder toward Twila, "Heh, I wish. I wouldn't mind avenging the previous eve." Hands upon both hips now, he studies the monitor as if something actually good were upon it. Sure, it isn't TV, but 'oooo' at the pretty colors! Around then, Zero bows his head, "H'oy, this is sad.. Me, watching a Medical Monitor for entertainment." He can only shake his head at this, "Whenever you have things planned, they move. When you want them to, /then/ they get cautious and reserved." Zero snorts, folding his arms once again in his typical fashion.

Twila Peterson emits a soft. "Careful, you're beginning to pick up some of Kyo's habits. She adores the monitors...especially with all the pretty colors..." Her voice drifts of as she turns slightly to see who just may have entered the center and tosses Rock as soon as she sees him. "Hey, Rock. Guess who decided to wake up?"

Rock smiles a little as he notices Zero when he comes in, and sidles across the room, to flop down into a chair across from Zero's medtable. "Hey buddy. How're ya doin'?" He looks up at Twila, snickering regarding the Kyo's habit statement, and nods. "So I see."

Zero groans and quickly shakes his stare from the monitors, "Please tell me that I'm not picking up any habits from Kyo. It's bad enough when she decides to play with my hair, but---..." His voice trails off, a wiiiiide grin spreading about his face at the voice. He turns to Rock and smiles ever-so-sweetly as he slides over to Rock, "Rock, Rock, Rock.. This is your lucky day, buddy-boy." Uhoh. That smile. That tone of voice. Zero's up to something ...

... Little does Rock know that it's actually a good thing this time around.
Zero says, "And never mind me! Tonight, it's all about you, Rock..."

Rock blinks his sapphire eyes at Zero, sweatdropping slightly. "Zero... what's up?" He puts both hands on the armrests of his chair, glancing up at the red-headed female, then back to his longhaired buddy.

Twila Peterson has to mentally concentrate now not to roll her eyes. She already knows what's coming however and becomes an innocent bystander...well, about as innocent as one can get anyway. Of course, Rock probably already knows that look of hers by now. It's much like Kyo's whenever she's caught within something.

Zero leans against the nearby medtable, arms folding and a leg kicking up to support the leaning one. Gotta look smooth when you're setting your best friend up for a date, don'tchya? Why of course you do -- IF you're Zero. Then again, as demonstrated before, Zero can manage this aura no matter what he does; whether it be staring at a monitor or sucking on a lolly provided by a Metool named Harold.

With a confident smile on his face, the crimson clad Hunter begins to speak, "I heard about your wrecked date, Rock. Shame, what with Twila having to go soon and all. So! As my gift to both of you, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do." He nods toward Twila, "You take Twila," then resettles his gaze on Rock, "And give that dinner thing another crack. If anything comes up, ignore it. The Hunters and I will put down whatever may happen." To finish, a smirk of complete, yet calm confidence takes shape upon his visage, "Trust me. Both of you deserve it."

That is to say: Don't even THINK about arguing. :>

Rock glances up to Twila, yet again, then back to Zero; settling himself back in the chair, he hmms lightly, crossing his legs and pressing his chin into his left palm. While he may not have the 'aura' of coolness and suaveness that Zero has, he has the addition of boyish charm and innocence. Regaurding his crimson-clad friend, "Could be fun."

His sapphire eyes lift to regaurd the redhead, "If Twila's up for it. And maybe this time Roll and Rick could come, and we could double-date like we originally planned."

Twila Peterson clasps her hands behind her back. "Ooooooo, I just might be," she answers coyly, still feigning complete innocence before sidling up to Rock's seat and sneaking a kiss on top of his crown. "Admit it, you want to see me in the dress again too."

Twila's statement regarding the dress ALMOST elicits a Zero-like whistle, but just a chuckle and a nod from the Hunter CO. "Well, you did look absolutely gorgeous in it," Rock says, "the green suits you too well." He returns the kiss on Twila's cheek, standing from the chair.

From the closet where the little metool still working a comical catcall sounds, illiciting a slight blush from Twila. "Sheesh...even the hardhat..."

Zero looks up, a grin covering most of his face.

Score!

"I knew you'd like the idea, Rock. Only the best for my pal and all that jazz." He smirks at Rock, then arches a brow, "Well, you just let me know when you plan to do this and I'll keep alert watch that night. Also..." He unfolds his arms and pushes from the table. Walking toward the exit, his boots emit gentle, yet ringing clanks upon the metallic surface, "I only set up the dates, I don't stay for the mush that follows." He casts a sarcastic glance back at the pair, then chuckles at his own comment while approaching the door out. <repose> :)
Rock smiles lightly, and gives a wave to Zero, catching what he says but not really in the mood to make a nice retort. "Hmm..." Rock glances down at his chronometer. "Is it too late for you to go tonight, Twila?"

This time the young woman can't keep herself from facepalming, particularly at the last. Nor can she keep from giggling. "Thanks, Zero..." She then lowers her hand at the Blue Bomber's question and nods. "Nope, not too late at all. You?" She then pauses, "Although if we were going to invite Rick and Roll...I haven't seen either of them lately."

Once out of the room, Zero's voice sing-songs back, "Now, behave out there you two! I'll keep the streets safe, you keep the ice cream from melting!" Following that, the sounds of fading clanks ring from the hall.

Rock shakes his head, "It's not too late for me." He hmms, "I thought I saw them earlier... let me do a quick check." He looks over at the door, and facepalms at Zero. "For Zero having such an attitude sometimes, his heart is in the right place."

Rock hmms at his systems. "Hmm... Rick and Roll are both around, I believe... might try radioing them."

Twila Peterson nods as she turns away from the center's entrance. "Want me to try radioing Rick?"

Rock hmms, "I'm talking to Roll... so let's see if she knows if Rick is around and busy or not."

"Alright," Twila replies as she leans against the side if Rock's seat. "And now onto Rick..."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Hey, Bro? You awake?"

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*mock snore*"

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Very hilarious, Rick. *Hee* Say, you up for going out tonight? Rock was wanting to know if him and I, and you and Roll could double date."

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Hmmm. Well I might be able to. Since the armor is all finished. What was in mind?"

Twila Peterson glances down at Rock, briefly. "Where were you thinking? Same restaurant as before? Or...someplace different?"

Rock ponders. "Depends on what you'd like to eat." He taps his radio, responding.

Rock says, "Where's Rick, if he answered? Roll wants to know."

Twila Peterson tilts her head. "Hmm...I'll ask."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Actually, depends on what we're hungry for. And...Rock's chatting with Roll via radio. She's wondering where you presently are."

Twila Peterson muses, "Wonder why Roll just doesn't radio Rick."

Rick Morgan lowers his radio just as he steps in. "Actually I was on my way up here anyway." he answers Twila, sans communication device, smirking faintly in the process.

Twila Peterson oops and stands up straight and seems to try and hide the radio. "Oh, hello," she greets, beaming a widened smile towards him. "Good night's sleep?"

Rock shrugs. "Dunno, Twila," he responds, turning and nodding at Rick. "Hey Rick," he says, then speaks into his radio.

Rick Morgan stretches visibly, eliciting one of those *CRACK*'s from his shoulders. Hey, you can't escape -all- of them right? "Slept like a log." he informs. "Actually haven't slept THAT well in awhile now that I think of it. Probably was relief mixed with alot of other stuff."

Rick Morgan is just inside the entrance of the medical bay, his back turned towards the door itself...and any new occupants that might come in.
(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Alright. Listen up folks. I need all on-duty Hunters to contact me immediately. Nothing's happening just yet, but I've got my reasons, so let's not question them. *pause* And no Rock, this doesn't include you or the rest of your group.'.
(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'So enjoy yourselves out there.'.
(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'Eh? Whats going on?'.

Twila Peterson is presently standing by Rock's seat, tilting her head towards Rick. "Careful with the snap, crackle, and pop...else---" She then cuts herself off at the radioed announcement. "Well...uh...blunt isn't he?"

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Well, amble on up to the command center and find out.'.

Roll enters after receiving Rock's personal transmission, having planned to make a stop at the Medical Bay at any rate to patch up the scratches and other light injuries she recieved from Blizzard Man's Blizzard attack earlier. She smiles when she sees everyone gathered there together, walking up to hear what everyone's saying.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'Whatever you say Zero. Be up there in just a bit.'.

Rock facefaults at the radio, after a slight wince at the bone cracking of Ricks. "Quite, Twila." He looks up at Rick, and, as Roll enters, he gives a wave. "Hey, sis," he smiles.

Rick Morgan rolls his eyes at Zero on the radio, before shaking his own head. "Sheesh, talk about announcements..." he mutters. Eyes trace in Roll's direction as she walks in, and he can't help but grin in greeting then. "Heya Roll."

Twila Peterson offers Roll a mock salute as she catches her coming up behind Rick. "Hey, Roll. How..." She then blinks. "Fall into a briar patch?"
Roll smiles back at her brother. "Hi, I'm here now," she tells him cheerfully as she moves to take a seat up on a bed close by Rick. "Is everything ready then?" she asks him. Her eyes flickering down to herself, she smiles to Twila. "Oh, just had a run in with Blizzard Man earlier, it wasn't anything special," she answers, dismissing it casually.

Rock looks across at Twila, "Actually, Twila and I were wondering if you two were up for that double-dinner that we didn't get to do for your birthday." He glances at his radio, then says, "Zero talked us into it... I think; he's gonna watch everything for tonight, so..."

Twila Peterson nods. "Yeah...he stated he was going to take the watch and make sure with the other Hunters this time the dinner didn't fall through."
Rick Morgan, doctors instincts already kicking in, seems to move up next to Roll with something akin to second nature. Wordlessly, he takes hold of Roll's hand, as if peering over the damage done to her from earlier. Thankfully it -does- appear minimal...and he gives just a curt nod at that, before turning to face Rock and Twila at the same time. "Ah..yes. I heard mention bout this. Hey you know me, if I get a chance to have a good eat..." he rubs his hands together.

<Meanwhile, at the Command Center.>

Feedback walks out of the grav lift yawning a bit out of uniform looking like he just woke up or something. He waves to everyone here and then wanders over to his usual console and takes a seat, "Hey everyone. So, whats up?"

Zero is currently leaning against the wall of the Command Center, arms folded and head somewhat bowed. Upon those called entering, he looks up and allows his eyes to drift open. "Alright.. What's up indeed.." A smirk slowly rises upon his face, "As it were, I've managed to talk Rock into taking Twila out on another date before she leaves. In turn, he managed to snag Rick and Roll for a double date. Now, I can tell what you're thinking: What's this got to do with us, Z?" He pushes from the wall, though his arms do remain folded. "It's really simple. While they're gone, I assured Rock that we'd handle things here. So if anything comes up, all available Hunters have to chip in and put it down. I won't have this ruined for them, being my gift to Twila." He narrows his eyes, "Got it? Good." About then, he leans back against the wall to wait.

Dr. Pavel Cossack sighs and gets out the special pocket flask. "Very vell. I'm sure I can run the labs and keep the place spotless. "And vhere vill they be essiently? Ve vouldn't have to any interruption of the date. Maybe ve should have Sem tai lthem or something in cause "Dubious forces vere to attack their person."

Zero pauses, "Darn fine question, Cossack. Just a second."

(Ch. A []) Zero transmits: 'And hey, Rock? Buddy, where you taking this outing to so we can keep it monitored?'.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Heeeey now waitaminnit.'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Erm...'.

(Ch. A []) Dr. Pavel Cossack transmits: ' It's for your own good. If Bass or Vile vere to use this as a chance to attack. You could be outnumbered vithout us being able to help.'.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rick Morgan transmits: 'No offense Doc, but what else is new huh? Frankly I'm not up for this being an exhibition.'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I'm in agreement with Rick; we'll be fine. After all, the last couple of times, we didn't need to be monitored.'.

(Ch. A []) Dr. Pavel Cossack transmits: 'I humbly protest sir.'.

(Ch. A []) Zero transmits: 'Hmm. Alright, we'll work with that. But if this gets ruined, I'm taking it out of somebody's hide!'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Protest denied, Doctor. We're going out to relax and give Twila a proper farewell.'.

Dr. Pavel Cossack says, "Sir, might I suggest Kgb style tactics?"

Zero glances over to Feedback and Cossack, "Sounds fine.. I'll stay in here and keep watch over things. Anything happens, we'll take care of it before they're even close to being in danger." He pauses, a brow arching, "KGB?" Well, at least Cossack isn't drunk at the moment. Regarding Feedback, Zero quickly adds, "And yeah, go ahead and get it wrapped Feedback. I think it's still another day or so before she leaves." Folding his arms, the Crimson One looks back to Cossack, "Doc', no offense, but I trust Rock's judgement. If he's sure they'll be fine, they'll be fine. I'm just as worried about them as you are, but the whole point of this is being able to relax. Besides, what's the chances of us getting Rick out there with Roll, eh? This doesn't come up often." He flashes a sarcastic smile.

Dr. Pavel Cossack says, "Zip to nill."

Feedback nods, "Well, I'll be in my quarters if you need me. Got my radio on and I'll be ready should something happen. Well, hope you two can figure something out. Oh, and one lil' point. Rock or anyone catches you two snoopin on them, I'll bet that they'll be pretty teed off even if it was for their own good." With that, he leaves for the lift.

Twila Peterson reveals a small smirk as she moves a tray which carries supplies to help tend to the cuts and brusies towards where Rick's standing. The injuries appear cosmetic at best and thus two medics aren't needed. "Some of us know all about it..." she slightly teases as she pulls back before she can be bapped. Not that there's any danger of if due to the sudden chan channter.

After all, the last couple of times, we didn't need to be monitored.'.
Roll smiles, letting Rick examine her as she beams at everyone. "Tonight? I think that'd be great if we could do this now. I'm hungry too," she adds. "So any suggestions on where to go?"

Twila Peterson then ums.... "Zero never mentioned anything about the date being monitored...just the posts here."

Rick Morgan appears satisfied at -that- much. "Whaddaya say we just get the heck out of here quick as possible before they decide to tail us or something?"
Twila Peterson lets out a small groan as the chan chatter continues. "This place have any back doors?"

Rock nods, "Yeah..." He jerks a thumb at the door. "Let's go... though, depending on where we go... if we go to Vichi's, we're underdressed." He glances at Twila, then to Roll and Rick. "What are you guys in the mood for, for dinner?"

Twila Peterson thinks quickly, "Anything but Seafood or Mexican would be fine with me."

Rick Morgan aughs quietly. "I dunno. I'm just hungry. And the longer we're sitting around here the sooner they're gonna consider the option of sending something secretly after us. What about the bar and grill?"

Roll hmms thoughtfully, putting a finger to her chin. "Well, since this is supposed to be really special, I think somewhere really nice would do. It wouldn't take long for us to change before we go. Especially us," she says to Rock with a grin.

Rock nods at Roll. "That's true... and you and Rick haven't been to Vichi's, though Twila and I have been... two or three times." HE looks up at Twila and Rick, "It's really up to you two, but Rick has a point."

Rick Morgan hrms. "We're gettin nowhere fast this way. Let's have a vote then. Who's up for Vichi's? Say aye."

Roll pipes up at Rick's question, "Aye."

"Aye," Rock adds, glancing at Twila.

Twila bites her lip and looks to her brother. She's a bit undecided at the moment and doesn't care either/or. "Sheesh, I hate making these hard decisions. I suppose 'aye'," she states with a shrug.
Twila Peterson ponders if it's true that Rock does only want to see Twila within the dress again...

[OOC] Rock says, "I'm not quite THAT shallow." ;)

Rick Morgan smirks at that and proceeds to 'dust his hands off'. "There you have it. A democratic solution and such." he glances down at himself, and scratches his head. "Though I guess I'm gonna have to go and get changed."

Twila Peterson notes, "You and me both. Although...I can do it fairly quickly. Ten minutes at the latest anyway. Just meet in the lobby?"

Rock nods, "Yeah. Meet in the lobby." He looks at Roll, "We'll see you there."

Roll beams. "It's settled then. Why don't we meet out..." she nods at what Twila says. "Yes, that sounds good then. We'll see you there." Hopping off the bed, she looks to see if Rock's going now.

[OOC] Twila Peterson says, "Whoah...Ya mean Rick actually gets dressed up now and then? =)"
[OOC] Rock grins.
[OOC] Rick Morgan says, "It's boggling. I know."

Twila Peterson kays, and starts moving for the door, "Unlike some people carry their wardrobe within their back pockets."

Rock sweatdrops at Twila's statement, and follows the red-head out the door.

<Soon...>

Entrance Hall - Level 1 <Hunter HQ>

Twila Peterson(#2959POeAC)
Before you is a young woman appearing to be within her late teenage years. Measured just over five feet in height. Stylish shoulder length, curlish locks of auburn caress her delicate features. But there's something about the eyes, her bluish-green orbs, what some refer to as the "windows of the soul".
Twila wears an emerald green speggetti-strapped dress which seems to flow to just above her knees. It seems to compliment her figure fairly well. To protect herself against the chill she wears a off-white petti coat while on her feet low heeled beige "ballarina" shoes are worn. (She never did like high heels...even if they did help her look taller...). Upon her right shoulder she carries a small purse the same color as her dress.
Some small amount of jewelry can also be noticed as well. Around Twila's neck she displays a gold necklace bearing a off-white heart with trimming. Within this pendant is a gold cross, a multi-colored butterfly, and a red rose. The artist may have gained inspiration from 1 Corinthians 13:13 for this piece. Matching the chain of the necklace is a bracelet found on her left wrist, a gift from a certain someone she saves only for special occasions.

Roll:
In front of you is Roll Light, sister of Megaman and assistant to the doctors at Light Labs. She appears to be like any other normal 15 years old girl; young, and almost always surrounded by an aura of cheerfulness wherever she goes. Absent from it's customary spot on her left wrist is the small black rectangular device that usually serves Roll in the capacity of a handy keytool. In fact, Roll's entire appearance is somewhat different from her usual dress.
Her sparkling blue eyes as bright as ever, but just about everything else looks different. Her bright blond hair, rather than the usual pony tail, is instead done up in a fancy manner, with twin spiral curls hanging down past her ears, and her bangs are flared out at an angle, into a sort of rolling wave shape. In contrast to the front, the rest of her hair has been let out to simply flow staight out, spread out evenly across the back of her shoulders. Roll is dressed in a long, pale baby blue toned dress that extends all the way down to her feet, the sleeves ending at her wrists with small lily white rings of lace. The silver glitter in the dress sparkles in the light, and the form-fitting garment is obviously a perfect fit for the android as she moves in it with a grace that is only slightly marred by her normal buoyant, and sometimes impatient, nature.
Rock:
Before you stands a handsome youth of approximately 5'8" in height. He is dressed for a night at fancy restaurants and orchestras, smiling lightly. His face, unblemished, is shaped ALMOST perfectly, with sapphire blue eyes that look out at the world with kindness and sincerity. He is clad in a tuxedo; black pat-leather shoes adorn his feet, with black socks leading up to black pants. Cinced with a black leather belt, a white shirt is tucked into the pants. Around his stomach is a dark blue cummerbund, and he's also wearing the tuxedo jacket. At his throat is a dark blue bowtie. His hair, thick and deep brown, seems messy -- fashionably messy -- where it sits atop his head.

Rock:
It's Rick, but he's looking different than his usual casual 'kick back and relax' type appearance. Rather than his normal bomber jacket, bandanna and leather gloves, he's instead garbed out in a white dress shirt, complete with a grey suit jacket that hangs over it. His dress pants seem to be well tailored enough that even his robotic legs fit into it, and his metallic feet look like nothing more than 'boots' hanging out the bottom of it, actually giving him somewhat of a more normal appearance compared to his previous look.
His long blonde hair hangs loosely now, sans bandanna to hold it up, and its almost rocker style is purely evident with how it's left to hang freely. In fact, the front is long enough that it even drapes down over one blue eye now and then, occasionally having to be brushed aside or swished away with a toss of his head to clear his vision. Simply put, Rick's lookin smoooth right now. Not something he usually does...but he's able to pull it off.

Rock hmms at Roll, as he arrives, "You look nice, sis."

Rick Morgan steps off the grav lift not -too- long afterwards, decked out in his new outfit, still adjusting the sleeves of his jacket in the process. Hair practically flows of its own free will right now, as even the smell of some sort of latest craze aftershave drifts through the air as well.

Roll smiles at her brother's compliment. "Thanks, Rock, you look pretty good yourself." She looks upon hearing the grav lift doors opening to reveal Rick and Twila. With a soft mmm of approval, she says aside to Rock, "And what do you think of them?"

Rock smiles at Roll, and nods and mms approvingly as well, at Rick and Twila. "Very nice; though I'd seen Twila in that dress before." He smiles at the two, then says, "Shall we be off?"

Twila Peterson follows suit not too long after her brother, releasing a whistle towards his back before she steps to his side and lightly kisses his cheek before releasing him into Roll's care. "Cover of HQ...definitely," she smiles as she walks over towards's Rock's side. "Nice, Roll."

Rick Morgan smirks faintly, tilting his head back, hair practically swaying with the motion. It really -is- alive when he hasn't got that bandanna to keep it under control. "Cover of HQ....shyeah." he chuckles, giving a shake of his head and stepping towards Roll as well, giving a quick nod of his own approval and a grin. "Lookin good."

Roll smiles at the second compliment. "Thanks," she tells Twila. "I just got it last week when I was shopping in London, but I didn't have a chance to actually wear it anywhere until now." Looking over at Rick, she asks, "So shall we be off now?"

Rock smiles at Twila, and crooks an arm, extending it to her. "It'll take us about... fifteen minutes to reach Vichi's. Traffic's usually not bad right now, so finding a taxi will be easy."

Roll flushes at Rick's compliment, though she didn't as the first two. "Thanks," she murmurs a third time.

Twila Peterson wraps her arm around Rock's as it's offered. "Good. By the way, didn't you mention they had dancing there?"

Rick Morgan hmmms, stepping up alongside Roll and letting his own arm rise up enough, though his hands remain in his pockets for the moment. "Let's get this show on the road then I say." he smirks, tilting his head towards the doorway. "Else the nights' gonna get old on us."

Rooftop Runway <Hunter HQ>

Rick Morgan stands at the edge of the Albatross II's form, polishing off its armor plating for the rightmost shin, as if putting the finishing buffings on its chromed surface. He seems absorbed in his work. So much in fact that he isn't even paying attention to anyone who might happen to walk in. As expected, he has since changed from his more formal appearance.

Twila Peterson does indeed happen to veture forth onto the rooftop. Although not scheduled to be up here she does none-the-less come, mostly because she's concerned for her brother. "Hi, Rick," she calls from below where the cyborg now is. "Looking good already. Going to end up just stopping the enemy by it's sheer glare in the sunlight."

Rick Morgan hmmms? And straightens up to cast a glance back in Twila's direction, a bare smirk on his features at that. "Don't I wish it was that easy. Just call it wishful thinking I guess." he adjusts the polished chrome just a bit more, before setting the rag aside and seeming satisfied witht hat.

Twila Peterson steps a little closer before moving onto the scaffold itself. "Made it pretty fast up here after din-din," she notes after giving the armor a second glance.

Rick Morgan hmmms quietly, leaning back slightly on the railing itself, as the platform that he's on is soon occupied by Twila as well. "Figured I'd better not let myself get lazy after a meal..." he muses. "Otherwise I'd never get up again..."

Twila Peterson chuckls as she indeed does soon occupy the platform along with him. "Since when were you ever deterred by sleep?" she smiles, semi-teasingly, but sobers a little. "If it helps any, I felt out of place within the resrutrant too."

Rick Morgan falls silent for a moment, before forcing a bit of a grin. "Yeah...well I guess that's just me in alot of ways." he shrugs. "You know me huh? Put the plate in front of me and clean it out. Not much for fancy schmancy and all."

Rick Morgan tilts his head further back. Notably, while he switched back to his regular, more comfortable clothes, he never put his bandanna back on, and his hair hangs freely much like before. A deep sigh is given, before followed by a small nod. "A bit I guess." he muses. "Not that I was ever that heavy into it and all....which I guess disappointed them in a way." he shrugs faintly at that. "I just never could get into the whole bread and circus kinda deal."

Twila offers a quiet nod. "Hey, not everyone *can* get into the whole 'bread and circus' kinda deal," she tones softly. "I didn't want to bring up bad memories. But I knew you were a bit bothered. You did put up a good front. I doubt the others noticed."

Rick Morgan smiles faintly. "Guess that counts for somethin..." he muses, as he folds his arms over his chest. "...from everyday average Joe punk to rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous, huh?"

"Hey, now," Twila chides. "Careful. That's my brother you're talkling about. And he's not a punk." He may have *been*. That doesn't mean he is *now*. It's not like Twila to really see him in that light.

Rick Morgan tilts his head to one side, as if considering. "Yeah..." he says quietly. "..but I guess old habits die hard still. From the way someone acts to..." he takes the edges of his jacket and lifts them slightly. "...the way someone dresses. Alot of things change, but some remain the same. Guess I can count my blessings I got out of the hanging with the wrong crowd type of deal, that and being on the wrong side of the law."

Twila's bluish-green orbs soften a bit. "I know of the gang. I...suppose it shouldn't be too surprising that---" Her voice drifts off. What she was about to say suddenly seemed a bit awckward...if that was the right term. "I remember you commenting once of how you knew of the Miranda by heart."

Rick Morgan hmms at -that- part, as if considering. He dosen't seem all that bothered by the bringing up of it again...at least not outwardly, though he does turn more thoughtful. "Heard it all more than once in my life..." he muses quietly. "Once even being read off to me personally in fact..."

Twila Peterson takes a seat on the first step leading down from this height of the scaffold and pats the space next to her. "How old were you?"

Rick Morgan peers down at the offered space, before stepping forward and sliding onto the step as well, tilting back to lean his back against the rise of the one behind him. "Sixteen actually. Well...thought I was seventeen..." he muses, still getting used to the fact he has to take a year off of his age with any memories now. "Basically when I was running around near the end of the 'live fast die young' stage."

Well, that would one way to phrase it. Not very hidden within it's implied meaning is it? Not that it's meant to be. "What...excatly happened?" the girl questions. She's curious -- yes, but she's also trying to be mindful of any outward appearance that she's probbing her brother too deeply. Being intune with her twin is useful as well. Even so, Twila can't detect everything, such as Rick would be unable to detect everything from her.

Rick Morgan doesn't answer right away, as if sorting his thoughts on just how he -should- respond. But finally, he does speak...

"We'd been running into a few problems cash-wise..." he muses. "I always knew the others were getting their own money from illegal sources here and there. I mean...it's not like you couldn't figure it out. One day I was kinda short myself in fact, we were all pretty badly in need of getting our hands on some money somewhere..." He sighs then, closing his eyes, as if able to recant it right then and there.

"We'd made the decision we'd hit a spot that was quiet and out of the way, where no one would ever be able to respond to us. It was a convenience store, we were set up to get in, take the money and get out fast as we could. Only, that was pretty much one of the first years that standard issue law enforcement androids were put into use, and we got cornered by one. It's not like we had the means to deal with em, and it all went awry, with us having to scatter all over the place. I wasn't lucky enough to get away..."

Twila Peterson takes a few moments to digest that. Having never been arrested herself she must rely on other sources to know of what had happened next. "I...can only guess your parents weren't too pleased," she ventures. After meeting the Morgan's however, she concludes dhe had just given a very drastic understatement.

"To say the least..." Rick only offers, finding a bit of discomfort in -that-. Somewhere he'd rather not wander for the moment given the chance. "Suffice it to say, that was kind of the kickstart from one sort of life to another, in one fell jump kinda dela."

The young woman moves a hand over Rick's lower forearm. "I guess...I can how that could have happened," she finally states with a sigh. Instead of winning back his son, his adoptive father must have shamed him and only driven the boy further away. "That when you fully moved into the gang?"

Rick Morgan hmmms. "Not like I wasn't really with them before. Though I guess I went really wild in that case. Where I met a couple of my current....associates." he makes a face. "Like Mason....you get the idea." He then turns faintly at Twila's touch, rolling just enough on the step to face her more fully. "Like I said..." he murmurs. "..lot of things I'm not proud of in my youth."

Twila Peterson nods. Yes, she got the idea. "As if you were lashing out and...dealing with your anger in the way you knew how..." She doesn't condone what he may have done within his past. But she is, in part, trying to understand it. In a way, it would be a key part in attempting to understand him after all. Her hand remains there, gently resting against his arm as if to only remind him of her presence.

Rick Morgan nods slowly at that, letting the thoughts drift through his head, and he finally shrugs. "What's done is done..." he finally says aloud. "...not like I'm in that situation now huh?"

"Nope, you're not," Twila replies after the ensuing silence. But it's still a part of him, his past. It helped Rick shape who he is...now. It's then she removes her hand from his arm and wraps it around his back, choosing to rest lightly against him in efforts to show whatever may have happened he's still her brother and he won't be turned away...even though others have chosen to do so. "You're here, in the right now. But every now and then, guess it'll still creep up."

Rick Morgan sighs quietly at that, giving another slow nod. "I know.." he says. "Somethin I'm gonna have to get used to. Stuff you do eventually comes back on you one way or another. Guess it's my kinda way for paying for the stupid things I did." He sighs, draping his own arm around Twila's form, and hugging her back for the moment.

The young woman gently strokes his back, knowing that emotional scaring is not the only type of scars that he carries from his earlier years. "I may not have been around then, but I am now," she offers. She pauses to gather what she wants to say before continuing. "You can't change what happened. And some reminders will always stay with you. But when they does rear it's head, you don't have to face them alone. They're empty echoes...and that's all they are."

Rick Morgan hmmms at that. "Well..." he muses. "SOME of them are empty echoes....and some are real life issues that keep comin back..." he lowers his hand to his side then for a moment, to touch where the hot pain of Mason's cybernetic knives had cut into him a few months ago.

Twila Peterson's eyes trail to where his fingers lead, knowing his meaning. While the hand on his back rests itself now her other covers his own hand and offers it a gentle squeeze. "Rick, the person Mason once knew no longer exists. He left that life some time ago." It's then something occurs to her. She sends some slight pressure through her fingers to his once more before asking, "How...exactly did you leave? What made you decide?"

Rick Morgan sits there in that position, staring ahead. "It may not be the same person Twila..." he muses. "But he doesn't know that. He won't acknowledge it either." At the second question, he sighs, as if considering, and finally offers a small shrug. "I guess, it was just...seein one too many times that there were close calls, and cases were guys or gals didn't make it, or turn fast enough, or hit their brakes in time. A fast paced life that kinda extinguishes you in the blink of an eye. And for what? Nobody really remembers you....nobody really cares..."

"Men such as Mason only see you for what you were, not who you are. You...probably won't convince him otherwise. The fault lies with him, not you." To the latter all she can do is dip her chin. "He's one of those caught within a poor imitation of what true bonds are then from what you described. Trading power of love for the love of power. I don't the I could ever express enough of how happy and relieved I am for your sake you happened to brake free of that...saw it for what it really was."

Rick Morgan smirks faintly, "Guess if I'd known where it was gonna lead..." he tilts his gaze up then, to meet Twila's eyes with his own...though one of his blue orbs are hidden by his blonde bangs hanging down. "...and who I was gonna find, I'd have gotten out of it a heck of alot sooner."

Twila Peterson offers his hand yet another squeeze before she moves it to brush the stray locks from his features so she can see both his eyes more clearly. "Always through hindsight, huh?" she offers as his bangs and held back momentarily. "When I was growing up, I always had these tinges. I don't really know how to explain them...except that I know now they must have been a part of the bond we always have shared...we just didn't know. Even if I had known back then, I still would have loved and cared about you. You're my brother."

Rick Morgan can't help but let the very edge of his mouth quirk upwards ever so slightly. "Even if I was still some trash talking, live by the seat of your pants ready to meet your make in a moment's notice type biker punk?" he muses.

Twila Peterson allows herself to smile. "Even if you were still some trash talking, live by the seat of your pants ready to meet your make in a moment's notice type biker punk," she returns, honestly meaning it. However, she then adds only semi-seriously, "Please note I said I would have still loved and cared about you. I never said I wouldn't have wanted to strangle the life out of you myself for being some some trash talking, live by the seat of your pants ready to meet your make in a moment's notice type biker punk. But yeah, I would have still loved and cared for you even then."

Rick Morgan laughs outright, unable to hold it in any longer at -that- little mouthful. Both arms now wrap around Twila as he sweeps her close into a big brotherly bear hug. "C'mere you....you are -somethin- else. You know that??"

Giggle are sounded even as she's swept up within the embrace. "I *thought* we had been talking about you," her voice is heard through the fabric of his clothing. Shes holds on tightly to her brother, showing him no less love as before. "Besides, you were the one who came up with that mouthful...not me."

Rick Morgan chuckles outright, loosening his hold just enough to give her some breathing space. "Hey, I spilled didn't I?" he teases, squeezing her once more. "Just chalk it up to creativity with the language. That's all."
Twila Peterson uh, huhs unconvincingly as she rests within his arms. "'That's all' he says. Ha! Anyone every tell you that you had a way with words?

Twila Peterson uh, huhs unconvincingly as she rests within his arms. "'That's all' he says. Ha! Anyone every tell you that you had a way with words?" The girl grins. "Maybe those words should be penned down and then inscribed somewhere. Or...maybe would make a good tongue-twister..." Yes, she's being slightly silly now. But it's not as if she doesn't see any harm hearing her brother laugh. It warms her heart.

Rick Morgan finally settles down in the chuckling department, his gaze softening then as he sweeps Twila up for one last, close squeeze. "Thanks sis." he muses. "I really needed that. Sometimes I wonder how I ever got along without you here...."

The cyborg is rewarded with a snuggle even as she sneaks a glance back towards the Albatross II which is standing beside them, looking down and watching through unseeing eyes. "Well...I am a bit more huggable than some of your ride armors." With a lift of her chin she brings her lips to kiss his cheek.

Rick Morgan's smirk grows mischievous at that for a split second. "Believe me...I've tried." he winks, as he squeezes Twila one last time for good measure, before finally forcing himself upwards, so he can get to his feet. Notably he hasn't let her go yet tho. "But...I think it's kinda late for that matter anyway. Been a long day for us both, and I dunno about you, but my bed is soundin pretty good about now."