| Chimmy Chow Mein | ||
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| Summary: Rayne has to deal with both Blake and a rookie. Not that the rookie actually did anything wrong. No, it's Blake and what she recorded on her phone that gives Rayne the biggest headache.    |
"That depends on what you're turning into." comes the joke from Kaijin, who's sitting on the steps, looking up from where she was munching on a hot dog. She grins. "Sorry. Chief. Couldn't resist." she says as she gets to her feet. "Just clocking out too, I'm guessing?" Why, who would be out there in said courtyard? It's Blake, of course. Now, someone with a suspicious mind might wonder if Blake were not some kind of crazed stalker, with the way she has of turning up just where Rayne is going to be and they miiiight be onto something. It isn't stalking, exactly, but Blake does seem to show up where the chief is whenever boredom hits...which is often. Today she's parked her bike right then and there in front of the court yard. She's got a large paper sack with her and the moment she lays her eyes on Rayne, she's waving it in the air, "CHIEF! YO CHIEF! Come here!" She stops short only when this other mysterious and unknown figure appears to address her friend. Huh. Who the hell is that? She's never seen them before. Rayne's eyes initially pass over Kaijin in her sweep across the courtyard. She sees other officers all the time, after all. In fact, she'd seen Kaijin several times earlier in the day already. It was Blake that managed to get a stop in her gaze. Does she have the energy to deal with Blake today? Does Rayne ever? The Chief blinks and looks down at at Kaijin. "Uh?" she manages to get out at the first. "Oh, uh, yeah, I-" And then she's apparently gotten Blake's attention. As per usual, it's not Rayne's choice for if she deals with Blake or not. Not that she's ever particularly regretted hanging out with Blake in the past. Well, maybe that first time. She still doesn't remember most of that. Her eyes spot the paper bag Blake is holding, and she mentally makes the call of what that bag contains. Though she's not spotted any grease stains on it of yet. "Hey, Blake," she says tiredly, but raises an eyebrow at the sudden stop. That's a bit unlike her. Turning to the new voice, and noticing the punk look, Kaijin can't quite help the grin that finds its way across her face. The look is unusual. But very much resembles the 80s. And she's into the whole retro look. With a shrug she turns back to Rayne. "If you're looking for something to snack on, guy down the street makes a mean hot dog. Great cheese sauce too," she says. "Took over from his dad who apparently retired sometime last week." By this point curiosity has sunk its teeth into Blake and, as always, she has to go check it out- IT, being Kaijin this time. Now, she's dealt with all kinds of supernaturals in her world. Some of these creatures have certainly been more humanoid than others but she hasn't seen one quite like this lady. Kinda hot too, if you're into that sorta thing. She swaggers her way towards the pair and hold out the bag, "Hold off on the hotdogs, chief. You gotta try these- " With a cheezy grin, she pauses for effect. It's easy to tell that she absolutely thinks she's building suspense but mostly one might wonder what is staining the bag in such an unappetizing sort of way, "Chimmy-Chow-Meins!" With that very important business out of the way, she turns her attention to Kaijin, offering a friendly shake, "Sup? I'm Blake." Rayne blinks blearily and looks back to Kaijin again. "Hot dog place? I've... probably eaten from them before?" She doesn't actually sound sure of that. She then blinks and looks back at Blake again at the offered food. "Try... wh-" She blinks again. "Chimmy what nows?" Okay, now Rayne just looks confused. "I... can't say I've heard of that before." 'Chow mein? Huh. Don't think I've ever had that,' Kaijin thinks to herself, but shrugs. When the brunette offers her hand, Kaijin takes it with a grin and laughs. "Kaijin. Nice to meet you." she says with a nod, as her tail flicks a bit. "I'm guessing you've been around awhile, if you're friends with the chief here." The lack of knowledge on Rayne's part gets a shrug. "Deep fired noodles, I think." she says in answer to Rayne's question about what Chow Mein is. Snapping her fingers as if just remembering, she turns to Rayne. "Oh by the way, Chief, Edmond down in Evidence said he's using a padlock for tonight because someone down there messed up the interface with the computer lock. IT's on it and it should be back to normal by midnight, but just in case it isn't, he said he'd be passing out copies of the key tomorrow morning just in case anyone needs to get in to grab something for a case. He would have told you himself, but he was in a rush to get the IT guys on it. I was just...y'know, kinda there at my desk working on that noise complaint from earlier in the morning, so he just dropped that on me for conveience." She says. "Sweet, " Blake says in reply to Kaijin's friendly introduction. She seems nice enough and if she's friends with the chief then, well, that's good. She does have to make a small correction though, "Kinda. Like a chimmychanga but stuffed with chow mein. Total foodgasm." A wink. As the talk turns to business, though, Blake can only stand there with her hands in her pockets and third wheel it like a boss. She doesn't seem to mind, though. That's one good thing about this strange woman - she seems pretty comfortable wherever she is. She takes the time to really eyeball the two of them. As usual, Rayne looks tired. Working too much as always, no doubt. Her friend doesn't seem so worn but maybe she's a lower rank? Or a different department? Hm. Rayne glances back to Kaijin at the explanation of Chow Mein, but doesn't say anything in response just yet. She looks like she's about to say something to Blake when the explanation of the issue with the padlock and needing a key and- "Oh, for... We need someone watching that door the entire time, then. We shouldn't have just a commercially available padlock on that!" She once again sounds just exhausted as she says that. She groans as she facepalms. After a count of three(yes, she did count under her breath) she separates her fingers to be able to peer through them with one eye, at least. "And no offense, but that's not the kind of thing he should be blabbing about to a rookie. He should keep that on a need to know basis. He's getting too damn casual over there." She takes a deep breath in, then out before looking back to Blake again. "Right. Where is the Chimmy Chow Mein." She's had hotdogs before. She... thinks she's even had the very ones Kaijin has suggested. Blake, as usual, has found (or created), something entirely new and decidedly unhealthy for the heart. Kaijin winces. "I don't think he meant any harm in passing it along to me, Chief. He seemed like he was in a rush to get the thing fixed so he just dropped the info with the first person he saw." Turning to Blake, Kaijin raises a brow. "Huh. Never was a big fan of chimmychangas. But hey, whatever does it for you. I'm a meat lover's pizza girl. Well, that and I'm a hot dog fiend," she says with a chuckle. "So you in a band or something? You got the whole 80's style metal hair band thing going on. Looks good on you, actually. I could never really pull off that kinda look. My hair just can't do the whole 'rock' look. Kinda jealous, all truth be told. Though I guess since I'm a cop, that's .... probably .... a good thing?" She shrugs. Sooo she is a rookie. Well, that explains it. Still, she doesn't have that naive rookie charm a lot of them do. Seems to Blake this girl's probably been around the block a few times. Well, who hasn't at this point, right? "Never met a pizza I didn't like...or a hotdog for that matter. I'll eat whatever," she says with a careless shrug. It's true. When it comes to cuisine, it's fair to say that Blake isn't at all discerning. It's a survival thing...probably. Soon the conversation shifts to herself personally, though, and she can't help but offer a broad grin. "Dude, that's awesome. Naw, not in a band anymore. Like, once for like a little while but it doesn't pay nearly as good as busting some heads, you know? That's where the money's at....and the fun. Love me some tunes, though. Can't fight without them! That's why I never leave home without her!" At this, Blake points to her bike which is the total opposite of Blake - pristine and brand spanking new by all appearances. Strapped to the back, though, is a beat-up pack and a very old, very clunky looking boom box. Yes. "You ever seen the chief dance?" Rayne groans and facepalms again. "Of course he didn't mean harm. He never does. That doesn't mean he didn't screw up." She takes another deep breath in and fully removes her hand from her face. "...We don't have a hair style dress code, Patroller. You can wear it however you want, so long as it doesn't interfere with your work." She looks like she's about to just let the two talk, even considering sneaking out... But then Blake brings up something that she's sure happened on that first day the two met. It's like a deer caught in headlights. . o O ( I didn't... did I? Damned minuscule alcohol tolerance! ) "Huh. I'll keep that in mind, Chief." The half-Titan says with a smile and a thumbs up. Then Kaijin's brows lift as she turns to Blake and and she grins. "Only been here a little while. So I haven't seen too much of anything by anyone yet," she says with a laugh. "But seriously, she dances? Please tell me you have video of this! I spent most of my life either learning about what I can do or else working as the ambassador for the Titans via Monarch. So while I could....y'know, get out, but I never got to really just hang loose. Humans may have found me interesting enough to look at, but I didn't get too many dates. I mean....well," she shrugs, gesturing herself over. "half human, half Titan...I was mostly a curiosity at some level than an actual prospect for dates." She snickers. "And I'm a sucker for 80s rock, as it happens. Part of why your look kinda grabbed my attention." Blake ahhhhhhs, in a completely un-subtle way, nodding as she does. So that's what she is. Human and titan. That's definitely a first for her. Well, it's a good look for sure. More importantly, Kaijin asks the million dollar question and to that, Blake is very happy to deliver a favorable response. "Oh hell yeah, you know it!" Moments later, she's dug out her cellphone and begun to scroll through it's archive of god knows what she has mixed in there. From whatever glances the pair may be able to steal, it looks like a mixture of things - everything from bizarre foods, very mangled monsters with Blake powerposing over them, a pretty brunette girl, and - ah! Finally. Just what she's been looking for. She fires it up. "Check it!" She lets the damning video play...so long as no one (ahem, Rayne) runs interference here. "Hey listen, you ever wanna come out with us...we can all have a pretty good time. Just call me!" Rayne is glad to let the work talk just... die out for now. She's off the clock, damnit! ...yes, she's salary, shut up! She's facepalmed again, however, and mumbles, "Please don't." Is she talking directly to Blake to get her to not show it, or to whatever powers may be listening to make it so Blake in fact didn't film it. Either way, her plea goes unanswered, and there is drunk Rayne dancing on Blake's phone. She looks like she'd probably be fairly good at it... if she weren't so clearly completely hammered. Nope, not responding any more behind that. Just remaining in facepalm mode, her face slowly going red. Well, to be specific, she's part Godzilla. But then again, he is the Titan, so yeah. That's a thing. She snickers a bit at the posing shots Blake has above a bunch of random monsters. The brunette gets a curious raise of a brow. But Kaijin ultimately puts it down to either sister, friend, or girlfriend. Overall, not necessarily her business. But she's all smiles at the offer. "Sounds like fun. Just don't ask me to dance in a crowded room. This tail of mine has a mind of its down when music spins up. I doubt my father was much of a music lover, so I'm pretty sure that's just a me thing," she says. Though she clearly has never seen the Toho version of her old man dancing. Seriously. Godzilla does some kind of weird jig in Monster Zero. Look it up. She begins chuckling, clearly trying not to laugh too hard at how funny Rayne looks when dancing. And nnnnot entirely succeeding. "Oh wow. This is just hilariously awesome. You ever get her to do this when she's not plastered? Cause I'm pretty sure she's about 80 sheets to the wind here. Even Ghidorah would be like 'wtf' here." Well, Kevin would probably be enjoying it. ichi and Ni would just be wondering what they were looking at. Blake laughs, "Not yet. I'm workin' on her. Keep telling her she's gotta loosen up, live a little you know?" She shrugs, as is her habit. As her eyes shift to her friend, she notes the unnatural scarlet hue her face has become and shows her some semblance of mercy. She shuts it off before getting to the really good part of the video, to be sure. Let's just say that there was a dance battle. All the same, she has been spared this. Blake deposits her phone in her jacket. "Ah, you get people drunk enough and nobody cares. Ever been in a mosh pit? You get hit with all kinds of body parts. It just comes with the territory. My offer stands. Next time the chief and I tear it up, you should come with. Speaking of which...When are you free?" This question goes to the uber embarrassed chief. Rayne once again takes a deep breath in, then out. "Not since I inherited command of TASK, no." Her face color is returning, and she lowers her hand again. There's still a bit of a slump, though. "As a general rule, I do not socialize in that manner with subordinates. It can be taken the wrong way," she says without actually looking at either one of the two. She does then look at Blake, looking more tired than she did when she stepped out of the courthouse. "...Technically now. I'm not about to go do that again, though." "Uh....no I can't say I've ever been in a mosh pit. Then again, when a single whack of this thing can cause broken bones or send people flying....Godzilla's little girl ain't no 130 pound weakling, y'know." Kaijin shrugs. "Enh, maybe someday. But yeah, I'm always interested in getting to chill out with new friends, so I'm up for it when you guys are." Blake clicks her tongue. "Aw, come on chief. What've ya got to lose? Nobody cares how bad you dance." She's clearly teasing but in case it's not clear, she's quick to add "I'm playin' with ya. I think you've got some moves." Something impressed Blake about that evening anyway. And now, grinning like the cat who caught the canary, Blake slings an arm around Kaijin's shoulders, "I like her. She's fun. See? Two against one. We need to go do somethin' fun. Forget about all that work stuff. Anyone looks at you funny, you can say she's here with me. Who cares anyway?" Blake, never having had a formal job of any kind certainly wouldn't understand this impropriety. When you're a traveling mercenary, you pretty much live by your own rules. See, this girl needs an occupation because boredom is exactly what always leads to these exact conversations. Rayne glances quickly at the tail and says, "Yeah." She can see that as a problem. She looks between the two and sighs. "Look. Seriously. I do not have the energy to go out dancing right now even if I wanted to. I had planned an evening of maybe getting something to eat and definitely curling up either in bed or on the couch with hopefully one or both of my cats curling up with me." Two cats doesn't make someone a crazy cat lady, right? It takes what, a half dozen at least? There's a pause, and then she at least sort of straightens up. "I should. I'm... all kinds of rusty, but there was a time I did it for a living. I mean, just as backup, but still." Her shoulders slump further again, however, as she shakes her head with a sigh. "It's a subordinate/superior thing, Blake. I'm guessing it's just not something in your experience..." Kaijin grins a bit. New friends are always a good thing. "Oh sure. I see how it is. I'm just the convenient excuse, right?" She laughs, clearly having some playful fun at Blake's expense. "But seriously though, what'd you have in mind? Cause, not to sound too much like a kid....screw it, I don't care if I sound like a kid....I'm a sucker for video aracdes. A few friends introduced me to that, and I was kinda hooked for life. I don't mind the home systems, but going to the arcades is a lot more fun somehow." Then Kaijin looks over at Rayne. "Wait, really? You danced professionally? Cool." Blake whistles, waggling he brows. "I'll ask no more questions, wink." Yes, she actually says wink while doing it. Whatever kind of dancing Rayne did is left up to Blake's imagination and it may be that she prefers it that way. She has a very vivid imagination. Now, to most anyone with any sense of social graces, it would be obvious that Rayne would prefer to spend a quiet evening at home. In Blake's mind, however, crashing at Rayne's house and watching movies over pizza and beer sounds like a really inviting prospect. Why the hell not, right? That's what friends do...right? Blake doesn't have many of those but that's kind of how she figures it must be. I mean, that's very much what she'd like if she were a friend. Ah, but Kaijin's suggestion sounds cool too! She loves arcades, as she has a healthy appetite for competition. Which to choose. "Aw man! Both those things sound super cool. Do they have air hockey...Cause, if they have air hockey, I'm totally there. Dude, I know! I know!" Ah, inspiration hits. "We can go to the arcade, blow off some steam, then go back to your place and crash on the couch with ya and watch Slaughter Party 3: Bikini T-Rex Massacre! Yeah!?" This is her greatest idea ever. Rayne looks at Kaijin with a raised eyebrow. "What makes that kid-like? I mean, it's not my scene, but I fail to see what's childish about it." She genuinely looks confused by that. She lets the professional dancing subject get dropped, thankfully oblivious to whatever is in Blake's mind about it. Less so with the non-dancing part of what Blake is thinking. "First off, I don't actually know of any arcades... second off... When did me going home include it not being by myself?" She sounds exasperated, then looks at Kaijin again. "And absolutely under no circumstances am I going to have a subordinate in my apartment," she says after looking back at Blake. "Look... guys, I... mostly appreciate it, but I'm really tired. If you two want go find and hang out in an arcade, be my guest. But I'm... I'm really tired." "I don't think I've ever seen a video arcade that didn't have an air hockey table, now I come to think of it." Kaijin says with a grin. Then that movie title draws so much laughter she doubles over. "Oh my God, that just sounds so damn cheesy! B-film slasher flick?" she asks. Clearly, she has no problem with it. It just sounds hilarious. "Please tell me the T-Rex does a dance number in the swimsuit. That would be seriously boss!" Then Rayne speaks up. "Yeah, I kinda noticed that you seem seriously run down a lot since I joined the force. I get that you're top of the chain at the precinct," well, unless there's a commissioner abover her, but Kaijin has no clue if that's the case, "but you don't need to run yourself into the ground, Chief. Hell, you honestly shouldn't. Not healthy for you." Then she looks over at Blake. "Truth be told, I dunno where there are any arcades here, either. I kinda hoped you did." She's not sure what to do here, as she doesn't know Rayne very well and doesn't wanna drag her into...whatever the heck comes next. But at the same time, she also wouldn't mind Rayne not seeming so run down either. Superior officer or not, a chief of police is no good to anyone when they're dead on their feet. See, now Blake would have taken this time to tell Kaijin all about the ukulele solo that the T-Rex has at the climax of the film but the mood's been a little spoiled here. Rayne, all business as usual, has made it very clear that she isn't looking for company tonight. Damn. For some reason, she was really looking forward to seeing her tonight. Blake, of course, plays it off as best as she can. "Well that sucks." Okay, she didn't really play it off at all but she's not about to pout about it. "Yeah, alright chief. You go have your you time or whatever. " So.much.like.Chloe. "I'm gonna...uh...find something to do. Like, spar maybe? You ever played headbutts," she asks Kaijin, already moving on. Rayne sighs and puts her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes as she sighs again. "I don't need you telling me this, Patroller." Her shoulders slump even more. "I'm sure there's an arcade around somewhere, I just don't, you know, know where it is. You two, uh, go have your fun together." Somehow, she looks defeated. She does look up at Blake again as the phrase 'played headbutts' is mentioned with one eyebrow lowered and the other raised. "....Uh....no? But if it involves headbutting people to see who falls over first, I ....really... don't think that's a good idea. I mean....I may not look it but I got more than my fair share of my father's physical resistance to damage as much as I got his strength. You probably don't want someone who can headbutt buildings hard enough to do visible damage and not feel any pain from it going into a skull bashing contest, y'know? That would get messier than taking a sledgehammer to a watermelon." She says sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "But if you wanna have a friendly spar or something, that I can do. Easier to keep my strength in check than it is to sudden not have my natural physical toughness, after all." she says with a grin. Somehow Kaijin's cautions do not have their desired effect. If there is ever anything that gets Blake going, it's taking on an opponent more powerful than herself. The last thing she wants is someone to take it easy on her. However, this latest turn has her considering another brilliant idea. "Dude, no way. You can smash walls with your head? I did that once. I got locked in this guy's basement and, you know, to hell with that. Never taken out a whole building tho. Man, I gotta see that!" This isn't a figure of speech. It's obvious from the way she's looking at Kaijin that she expects the girl to deliver. Surely there's some condemned building around here she can mow down, right? Looks like she's got plans for the night after all. Rayne looks like she's about to be back to as normal as she gets. And then Blake more or less suggests Kaijin should head-butt a building down. Once again, it's a good thing Rayne doesn't have a cup of coffee. She'd have done about three or four spit takes during the course of this conversation. "Abso-freaking-lutely NOT!" Kaijin blinks, and if she were an anime character, would be sweatdropping majorly right now. Thankfully, Rayne steps in just before she could look over to her for help and breathes a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm kinda with the chief here. Just because I can do something, doesn't mean I should. Sheesh. What do you take me for, Rodan?" Blake looks between the pair, a look of utter incredulity on her face, "What? I didn't say it had to have people or anything in it. Just a building. Don't you guys have slums around here or something?" In her mind there could be zero harm in this sort of thing but Blake can sort of read the room, thankfully and does let it go. She holds up her hands, "Yeah, alright, alright. Just thought it'd be cool to see." Rayne takes a breath in, then out. "There are no condemned buildings. Everything is inhabited. Mabase is a much younger city than you're probably thinking it is... I'd point out when I arrived in this whole... place that there was no Mabase and I was living in Twisted City. Mabase didn't exist yet back then. Twisted City no longer exists." "On top of that...yeah, when buildings get wrecked, they tend to cause a lot of shaking anyway. Really don't wanna do that if I don't have to. Now if you wanted to find some place out in the wilderness where nobody was around, I could probably crack a few boulders but...." Kaijin shrugs. Blake considers it a moment. Yeah, that'd be cool to see and all but it certainly doesn't seem half as cool as seeing a building crumble. She waves it off, "Naw, I'm good. I'll probably just go cruise around the city." She jerks her thumb to her bike. "Hella gets kinda cranky if I neglect her for too long. Can't have that." With that, Blake reaches into her jacket pocket again and begins rifling through it until she finally finds what she's looking for. She takes out a pen and a candybar wrapper and writes on the inside of it. "Here, my digits. Call me up sometime if ya wanna hang. And if ya find that arcade, DEFINITELY call me. I'll , uh, just cruise on outta here. Peace!" And just like the cliche she is, she walks away, gracing the ladies with a peace sign as she walks away. | |
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