( closed ) didn't want to be anyone's ghost

[motherofnemesis]

Date & Time: the second!
Location: the training rooms.
Characters: max & starbuck & apollo in an extremely unfortunate arrangement of faces
Summary: you're a homicidal robot, and you're a homicidal robot, and - no, it's just me you're calling a homicidal robot? well. (alternatively: this will not end well.)
Warnings: at the very least violence will be threatened, i'd guess. will update if necessary.

[ She's been sticking a little more underground since she had her first conversation with Kara, and a little more since she realized that there was a second person from the same world around here. Lee Adama and Kara Thrace were the names the tablet had given her, and maybe she'd been following what she could find of them on the network too but she felt that was pretty reasonable in this whole - situation. It was kind of a weird feeling, to have been accused of being a genocidal robot. Cylon.

They called them Cylons.

Still, a good fight was good for working out the tension and the kinks from the latest mission and she'd figured she'd be safe in the training rooms - others around, plenty of space, and she wouldn't be here long. Just long enough to find Charlie or Remy or someone she could try really hard to punch and feel a little bit more even. The past month had been - interesting. Too interesting, really, she could have settled for something a lot more boring.

Which meant that when she does turn around and see them, unexpectedly, and both of them at once, her face stills from neutrality to a blank hardness as she glances behind her, searching for the nearest exit and immediately heading straight towards it, tugging her hoodie over her head. This was not something she was willing to deal with today, or any time soon. They could stay here and train, and she'd vanish and avoid here until she figured out when they wouldn't be here. ]

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[alwaysruns]

[Kara has been uncomfortable with this place since she arrived. Too much stunk of Cylons, their artificial intelligence, this "Earth". All of it was suspicious. Made worse by some Dee copy trying to convince her she wasn't a toaster. Lee's presence was arguably a good and bad thing at the same time, but that nagging problem stayed in the back of her mind at all times. They might be on speaking terms again, but eventually the matter of his wife was going to turn up again, she was sure of it.

And then think of the creeps and there she is. Kara's eyes narrow immediately and her hand drops to the holster where her sidearm stays at all times. Even jerking a hood over her head wasn't going to hide the faux!Dualla.]

Toaster, twelve o'clock.