Whip is adorable
THe scary kind of adorable
*You've Reached Rock Howard's voicemail. Don't leave a message, text me instead. Thanks!*
Seirah deadpanned at her cellphone for a long while, before taking a deep breath and stowing it into her handbag. She closed her eyes, imagined happy things, then opened them again.
It didn't help at all. She didn't feel any better… Because a couple of days ago, in his desperation to procure protection against his employer, Rock Howard had promised a myriad of things. Among those many things was: "I swear to pick Seirah up from the airport in Shanghai when she arrives"
But of course, he had forgotten.
What kind of disgusting slime forgets to-... shhh, shhh calm…
Not only had he forgotten to pick her up, he was also ignoring her calls. It was just past 12 in the afternoon, and there was no way he was out of battery. She sent him a couple of text messages - to no avail, then left him three progressively angrier voice messages before calling a cab.
I'm gonna give him an earful… standing me up… humph.
If it had been up to her, Seirah would have taken the same flight Rock had taken last night. Honestly, she expected to. Iori had proven rather generous lately, and didn't seem to care where his money was spent. He had notified her he was paying her hotel fare in Hong Kong, and in Shanghai, but failed to mention her plane ticket. She shouldn't have assumed he bought her one. He didn't. She was on her own to book a flight as soon as she could, and by the time she got around to it - Rock's flight was full.
Damn Yagami… ugh.
Perhaps Iori had forgotten? Perhaps it conveniently slipped his mind at Rock's request? Seirah might never know- and was unwilling to go confront the eccentric red-head about it. She already had to deal with him at work. As an analyst, her job was to manage battlefield information, and collect potentially useful data for Commander Heidern's review. Normally when she requested soldiers in the field to not melt the giant computer server into unreadable goop, they listened. Iori didn't. He didn't really listen to anybody - and that annoyed Whip to no end.
Always making my life hard… that Flaming Loonybin...
He obviously hadn't connected the fact that she was that voice in his comms, which constantly called in, bugging him to swipe maps and flash drives. That was a plus, since he hated her and reminded her of that fact very, very often... Anyways, it wasn't as if he could go back in time and do things the right way (meaning, to buy her a plane ticket), and it wasn't worth the trouble. If anything, it definitely, wasn't worth the headache.
… and from what I've heard, he's off doing concert set-up… I couldn't find him if I wanted to… Rock hasn't been going with him, so he's probably holed up in his room watching movies… and ignoring me!
Seirah frowned for a long while, then rolled her eyes and sighed. She took a seat on a bench, pulled off her denim jacket and fanned herself in the oppressive heat. She reached down and picked up her (very obviously military) duffel bag with an uncanny ease, before pulling out her desert eagle and strapping the harness about her waist, beneath her skirt. A couple of bystanders looked at her nervously. Clearly, it was not the behavior they expected from a sixteen year old girl.
Seirah was too concerned about Rock, and what sort of horrors he must be going through because she wasn't with him, to care about observer opinions.
… and Cow-Tits has probably been smearing herself all over him for the past day… and he probably got beat up and electrocuted…She deserved to be shot, but I'm glad she didn't die, otherwise the Commander would skin me… and Mr. Loonybins would have gone spitting fire everywhere again…
Whip wasn't sure how or why she had gotten so attached… rather, jealous for Rock Howard. Despite his remarkable lineage - being the only son of the SouthTown Gang Boss, Geese Howard, then raised by the KOF Champion, Terry Bogard - he was a fairly normal teenager. He liked basketball, supercars and cooking. He was honest, mellow and shy - especially around women. He played guitar well, and he yelled at people when he got frustrated… that was about it.
He was simple. Pure. Normal…
She, on the other hand, came from a much more… unique background. 7 years ago, she was synthesized as Experiment AF120210-C in a Norwegian NESTS base. AF120210-C, Dr. Makishima's first successful clone created from dead DNA. Her purpose - besides for carrying out menial tasks for the NESTS Cartel - was that in the event the retrieval team were unable to capture Kyo Kusanagi alive,- they would dissect her to see if they should use 'Cloning Method B' for the creation of the clone army.
If Kyo Kusanagi had not been captured alive, she would have been killed and cut to pieces five years ago without ever knowing the reason why. If she hadn't stumbled across her experimental file just before the order went out to cull the remnants of Project K, she would have been murdered and disposed of without a second thought. She was a lab rat. An expendable life. A creature made to suffer for the sake of the 'greater good'. A mere clone of ano-… no…
Shut up! I'm not what that filthy doctor made me… I'm my own person… I can be normal… just like everyone else…
*BEEP BEEP*
Whip jumped at the interruption, violently shook the thoughts out of her head, and lifted her eyes to find her taxi had arrived. The driver was a small Chinese man, who looked incredibly annoyed with life. As she climbed into the backseat (which, from the looks of it, had been freshly dry cleaned) she heard him mutter 'Damn Foreigners', before snatching the sheet of paper she proffered him and punching the Hotel address into his GPS.
Whip found the man's behavior unnecessarily rude, but her Chinese wasn't good enough to argue with him. She made do with contemplating her next steps as she was carried into the heart of the city.
First, she was going to bitch-slap Rock Howard into last week.
And then, maybe she'd try and… No… hm…
poor brocky.
if he gets slapped into last week, he can book the flight for her.
Then, maybe he wouldn't have gotten kidnapped.
(conspiracy music ~)
reeeeeeeeeeee
