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[thunderproof]

( ajna was... not the best time of sarra's life. and considering the high bar set by how she'd spent the last couple months before signing her contract, that's really saying a lot. being the black dragon's errand girl was tame, though, compared to red team — at first it seemed fine, just gathering information for creepy creepy dagger, but throughout the mission things just got worse and worse until she ended up having to help kill all of the shai, and... well. it's culminated in a barely passing grade and instructions to show up for black box training later in the week, but she's still on red team. some people on the other teams didn't get so lucky, and she plans to check in on a few of them, but until then, it's time to relax on selena-vii.

or at least, it would be, if someone would stop standing in her light. sarra frowns, staying where she is on her reclining beach chair, hoping the disturbance will move... but it doesn't. eventually she opens her eyes and her mouth to tell off whoever's in the way — and then blinks in confusion. )

Sigourney? Are you — did you need something? You're... kind of in the way of my sun...

( sigourney's a red team member from the first jump, just like her, but they've never spent a ton of time together. enough to be familiar, sure, but not enough so that sarra has any idea what he wants from her right now. )

[thieving]

[ selena-vii reminds peter of those beautiful venusian resorts that he's had more than his fair share of stopping at. beautiful sim-beaches as far and wide as the eye can see, excited and theatrically oozing from every pore the city has.

it's perfect.

peter tries not to make attachments he can't keep, he tries not to get... attached. as it stands now, he's the furthest from anyone he can possibly be, behind the glass of someone else. he's so far encased in it, sometimes when he looks in the mirror, peter nureyev seldom crosses his mind (sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he grabs the edges until it hurts and says his name over and over again, a swear to never forget, to never never forget.)

the girl has potential, which is why peter decides he'll scoop her up before anyone else has the chance to. she's got something about her that he's latched onto, a driven kind of fury that's buried deep, surging up with little hungry tendrils and snapping when given only the slightest berth.

why he finds himself caring enough to approach her during the rest stop when they've only interacted a handful of times is still nipping at the back of his mind, but.

you never know if you don't try. mag certainly believed the same in him. you see untapped potential, you grab it, and you start to spin.

pulling down a pair of sunglasses he'd snatched from a rather ditzy-looking passerby's pockets, a pretentious cut, sharp at the edges like a cat's eye and an outstanding shade of indigo and blue, he smiles with all of his extraordinarily sharp teeth. ]

There'll be plenty of time for sun, my dear, [ he drawls in sigourney's clever little accent, something beautiful he'd pick up off an ionian boat. it's sweet and sibilant, exotic, but not too annoying. ] I've a proposal for you and time is of the essence.

[thunderproof]

Will there, ( she mutters, disbelieving — this nice little selenian pit stop can't last forever, and who knows what planet they'll go to next. there being "plenty" of time for sun seems like an assumption that will only end in her not having enjoyed good (albeit fake, though sarra still doesn't know quite how that works...) weather while she had the chance.

still, she listens to sigourney attentively, eyebrow raised in curiosity. )

No offense meant, Sigourney, but you seem like the kind of person whose proposals I should turn down every time.

( there's nothing she can put her finger on, exactly, but just... a feeling. the sense that beneath sigourney's smarm and charm and sharp little teeth are dangerous whirlpools. with krakens at the bottom. and a reef that will wreck anything that gets dashed upon it.

he's dangerous, essentially.

but so is sarra, and she was made to weather storms. )

What is it, then?

[thieving]

And that is why I'm offering it to you. Quick as a whip.

[ was someone sitting in this chair next to you? no? cool. peter moves forward just a bit, taking a seat, all the while his eyes benignly shift between sarra and her companion lounging at her side. he's never seen her without the dragon really, even during missions. he's careful not to move too quickly while taking a seat, merely leaning back and crossing one knee over the other. ]

A little bird by the name of Dagger told me that you're in a bit of a bind and could use some...

[ he waves a hand vaguely before resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and using his knuckles to prop his chin up rather thoughtfully. this is not a lie, as much as peter would have liked it to be. dagger isn't frightening per se, but he is stranger than anything peter has come across before. but extra credit is extra credit and peter figures he can share. ]

Supplementary. Missions. Nothing too difficult mind you, but a little practice never hurt anyone and our team leader has a few errands he needs run before we leave planetside.

[thunderproof]

( oh. well. she can't help perking up at the compliment,sitting up slightly higher. it's an obvious tactic, but one she's perfectly fine buying into, at least for now.

charis, on the other hand, is highly suspicious, watching sigourney with narrowed eyes. despite being a personable silver dragon, charis is unhappy about the circumstances he and sarra find themselves in, and it's made him wary and protective. for those he knows and approves of, he is an adorable, friendly, slightly overgrown lizard. for strangers, he is an intimidating beast. as sigourney sits, he moves closer to sarra, climbing almost entirely into her lap. sarra hardly even reacts, simply shifts herself so that he has more space and rests her hand on his head, scritching her thumb behind his small horns. charis isn't really a lapdragon anymore, but he always wants to be, and it's hard to say no to a dragon, so sarra's given up trying. )

I wasn't aware Dagger was so interested in me and my bind, ( she says finally, thoughtful. dagger is... hard to get a read on. she's not always sure if he really wants her on his team or if he wants charis and simply sees her as the price he has to pay to have him. regardless of who it is he wants, though, dagger has apparently seen fit to send her "help" and, well. she doesn't really want to see what happens to people who refuse gifts from dagger. )

What kinds of errands?

[thieving]

Squandered potential perhaps.

[ peter eyes the little flash of movement in sarra's lap, keeping his hands in his own, exactly where they can be seen. from what he's observed, charis has quite the mind of his own and he would rather remain as much on the "ambiguously neutral" side of his temperament as he can. tolerated, at best. he looks her in the eyes and offers her a non-committal shrug at that. ]

Reclaiming some documents. [ he says it with a smile, knowing it's not completely an answer. ] And along with that, a lesson in distracting the target here and a little lecture in liesmithery there and we should get through it all with flying colors. Completely harmless stuff, I assure you, but all necessary.

[thunderproof]

( squandered potential. yes, she can see why dagger would accuse her of that. there is much more she is capable of than she has brought to bear here, that dagger has noticed as much is unsurprising. that's probably the only reason she's still here, really. if she didn't have more she was capable of, he'd probably have given up on her, dragon or no. )

So I wouldn't have to hurt anyone? We're not being sent off to be assassins?

( sarra's relationship with violence is a strange one that not even she always understands — she saves the lives of goblins and dragon eggs, and then turns around and kills human cultists and hobgoblins without thinking. it's not something she really knows how to justify, but she follows her heart as much as she can. if it feels wrong, she doesn't do it, if it doesn't trip her morality meter, well, it's probably fine, right? being an assassin for dagger is probably one of those things that would trip the morality meter, but reclaiming documents she can do.

the others... )

Distraction and liesmithery? Does Dagger want me to be a spy? I'm not sure I know anyone less suited, honestly. Have I mentioned how terrible I am at keeping secrets?