"Okay." She took a breath. "I think 'who I am' is something you'll learn over time, but I've been a homicide detective in New York for almost ten years, and it's been....good enough to keep doing it, I guess." It was more the case that she could never have imagined being anything else, still couldn't, but her pathological need to walk in her father's footsteps was something that could stay under wraps for the time being. "I came here because..."
Because she was tired. Sick and goddamn tired of being led through her life by the Witchblade like a dog on a leash. Sick of convincing herself there was some kind of power struggle going on when by being 'chosen' she'd already lost. She rolled her shoulders.
"The Admiral invited me, and it sounded like a good cause. I have a deal, for a friend, but I'd probably still be here even if I hadn't been offered."
"I know," she said, very flatly. She'd seen so many chunks gouged out of her own New York that she couldn't afford to feel much more than a sort of sympathetic annoyance that he'd tried to ravage someone else's. But still: "Not as much as you'd planned."
"I'm still working it out. For now I say we meet two or three times a week, talk, keep each other up to date. It seems like the done thing to get Inmates to work but I'm not gonna push you on that." Mostly because she wasn't sure she wanted to give him a venue for stirring shit up just yet. "I don't think we need to go over conduct rules. You're not an idiot."
And she wasn't about to give him any exact wording he could try to work his way around, either.
"Meet two or three times a week to discuss what?" He asked, mildly inquisitive, "To keep one another updated on what? I've been here several weeks now, and honestly I can't think that I'll have much to report on a bi-daily basis."
The actual answer was that he wasn't going to be comfortable with talking to her about the big stuff until he was used to talking to her about the small stuff, but it didn't bear pointing out.
"Then it'll be brief. If all we have to say to each other is that nothing's happened and it's over in five minutes, then fine. Great, even. I just want to keep a line of communication open." She inclined her head. "Does that seem unreasonable to you?"
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Date: 2012-07-06 05:01 pm (UTC)Because she was tired. Sick and goddamn tired of being led through her life by the Witchblade like a dog on a leash. Sick of convincing herself there was some kind of power struggle going on when by being 'chosen' she'd already lost. She rolled her shoulders.
"The Admiral invited me, and it sounded like a good cause. I have a deal, for a friend, but I'd probably still be here even if I hadn't been offered."
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Date: 2012-07-07 10:49 pm (UTC)Loki trailed off, staring at her contemplatively, "I wonder if any of the wardens here were actually happy where they came from."
It isn't a question, which means it doesn't require an answer. He continues without waiting for one.
"I take it you've read my file? I spent some time in New York before coming here." aka: I nearly destroyed your precious city.
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Date: 2012-07-07 11:46 pm (UTC)"So, you've heard my questions, and answered them as well. What now am I to expect of you, Warden?"
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Date: 2012-07-08 12:04 am (UTC)And she wasn't about to give him any exact wording he could try to work his way around, either.
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Date: 2012-07-08 12:12 am (UTC)Spam
Date: 2012-07-08 12:22 am (UTC)"Then it'll be brief. If all we have to say to each other is that nothing's happened and it's over in five minutes, then fine. Great, even. I just want to keep a line of communication open." She inclined her head. "Does that seem unreasonable to you?"