25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

Over the past few days, Kerrigan had made a lot of progress. The hole in the roof had been fixed, some of the furniture had been shoved around to account for what she felt was a more efficient distribution of space, and one of the oddly-smelling bedrooms seemed to have vanished: there was a wall where it once was.

Or at least it looked like a wall, and that was all that mattered.

The only thing she hadn't managed to solve yet was the ball pit question, but she had full confidence she'd find a solution eventually. Maybe call in a little assistance (and only assistance, she could do the grunt work herself, thank you. It was just the logistics that bothered her). At the moment, she was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, Ghost visor pulled over her head, a few balls lying still by her feet. She fiddled with the wiring on some unidentifiable contraption, tapping a faint rhythm on the floor with her boot.

"Hey, Jimmy," she spoke into the device; paused, then repeated, "Jimmy, hey." She leaned over, dog tags jingling against the wires, "Hey, heroboy, this won't find you till I get home, but you've got no idea..."

[ open for anyone who said they'd bug kerrigan/wants to bug kerrigan. upcoming thread with mouthy_merc will come last chronologically yay timezones, get your shots in before and win a prize! metaphorically ]

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly had to wonder why exactly there'd been lights on in Wade's house recently. She thought he'd come over if he was having troubles with Arashi again, but then it was Wade and...well, who knows.

She frowned when she realised the door was locked, but it took about a second and a half to pick it open and push the door wide.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

The door was creaking again. Kerrigan looked up sharply. Another one? She was going to have to set up some defenses, at this rate. Maybe a silent alarm. Or some turrets. (Probably should make those non-lethal, though, at this rate that may cause a few casualties too many)

She set the recording device down gently, pulled a gun from her thigh holster and slid silently towards the door, keeping out of a clear line of sight from the doorway.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly wasn't entirely on guard, but silence from inside the house made her more cautious than she normally would have been going into Wade's. She stepped further into the room, glancing around and watching for movement. Her hand reached up to find the knife in her sleeve just in case.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

And this would be why Ghosts, as a rule, tended to prefer the dark. Pushed up against the wall right next to the doorway, Kerrigan had her gun ready the moment Aly stepped into the room. Her mind pausing briefly at the lack of thoughts before finding some strand of something--

The gun clicked when she pointed it at Aly. "Drop the blade."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Dark didn't much bother Aly as a rule and she turned to the sound of the click, eyes easily picking out the shape of the person there. "Turn into a woman again, Wade?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I said," Kerrigan repeated, "Drop it."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow and let the knife fall out of her sleeve into her hand and flipped it over her shoulder into the wall behind her. "So not so much with turning into a woman, hmm? Must be new in town then."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing here?" Kerrigan asked, her voice calm and steady, the gun unwavering. The who, she had no need to ask, although gleaning any information from this woman was sapping some of her concentration. Some kind of primitive psi-shield, then?

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly crossed her arms but stayed balanced, seemingly unconcerned by the gun. "I think the question more is what are you doing here, hmm? Unless the house has changed ownership and I didn't notice."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Answer the question." Kerrigan would hazard a guess that this woman -- Aly? Yes. -- hadn't been in a firefight in a while. If ever at all.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Checking out my friend's house. Your turn," she replied, getting more serious.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She cocked her head to the side for a moment. Aly wasn't lying. Kerrigan lowered the gun, clicked the safety back on, and slid it back into its holster in one fluent movement. "I'm starting to feel pretty popular with all of these people insisting on breaking into my--" Command centre. "Temporary bunk."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She noted the hesitation and made a point to check that out further. "One of the benefits of a small town," she said lightly, body language fading back into insouciance. "Temporary bunk, hmm?" She glanced around, amused. "Have a fascination for plastic balls?"

Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After the thing with Arashi or whatever his name was, Deadpool somehow managed to make his way back to his old house.

Looking for alcohol and bad television.

Mostly the alcohol.

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

At this point, that particular brand of break-in had become familiar - she recognised Deadpool's style of barging in. Kerrigan didn't look up from where she was seated on the floor; she just kept fiddling with the wiring.

There was no television anywhere to be found, but there were newly-purchased bottles of booze sitting in the fridge.

Re: Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

But... but... Dirty Jobs was on!

Not paying any attention to this travesty, Deadpool continued on to the kitchen to pilfer some booze.

Call it rent.

"What happened to the TV?"

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Didn't need it," Kerrigan replied, shortly. She was still not as much as looking up from her little project.

Re: Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Everyone needs a TV!" Deadpool protested, flopping down on the couch and nursing the booze. And it was better than the stuff he usually bought.

Firm believer in the quantity, not quality.

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She finally glanced up for a moment, a faint smile passing for about point two seconds before Kerrigan went back to work. "Not really," she said. Especially not if you needed the parts to set up a command centre in a boarded-off bedroom, after all.

Re: Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"See, without the TV, this is alcoholism," Deadpool pointed out.

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Everything's alright in moderation," Kerrigan pointed out, shoving another wire into its slot, "Even alcoholism."

Re: Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Moderation schmaderation." Deadpool took a good, long, healthy swig. He sighed and made himself comfortable on the couch, watching her instead of Mike Rowe and his dreaminess.

She was so lucky that she had a better rack.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

If there was anything you learned as a female Ghost, it was remaining mysterious and offish and in the shadows when there were leering guys around. "Redecorating," Kerrigan said, "Adapting the local color."

Re: Later that evening....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He was only leering a little!

Okay, a lot. But could you blame him? It had been AGES since there were boobs of not!Emma to ogle.

And it wasn't like she had to hear his thoughts on the matter.

"Uh-huh. Pull the other one, it has bells!"

Re: Later that evening....

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan just shot him a Look and leaned back further in the shadows.