milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

There is an Ed, outside. It's a bit late to be out there, but he doesn't seem to notice - he's too absorbed with his task at hand.

He's been at it, for awhile - a few hours, at least. He's dressed in old clothes, that have seen better days; he's wearing thick gray gloves. He's been assembling together a bunch of pieces from inside a box. He probably could have been seen dragging that box through the bar earlier. He brought it from home, just for a special occasion!

What is that special occasion? Well, you'll have to ask him, but what he's making is probably pretty clear. It's a small rocket, about a foot and a half tall.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ed may or may not sense someone looking over his shoulder. Roy approached quietly, after all. He's good at that.

He's also interested, so he's going to wait until Ed either notices him or takes a pause.

No good disturbing what may be a delicate process, after all.

Ed doesn't notice, yet. He's too absorbed in his work. But after about a minute or two, he pauses for a moment to study the rocket and make sure he's put everything into place so far.

At this juncture, the opportunity having presented itself, Roy does the one thing that comes to mind.

He leans forward and blows in Ed's ear.

"Nargh," is the comment that is made, as Ed jumps a little. "Whattheheck?!"

'That,' Roy states, 'was entirely worth it for your reaction.'

Then he grins.

"Screw you too," Ed says, but it's obvious from his tone that he doesn't really mean the harsh words.

'Oh, hush. You know you like me.' Likewise, teasing. Roy smirks and flops down onto the ground, looking curiously at the foreign sprawl of materials.

'What are you doing?'

"Can't you guess?" Ed asks cheerily. Yes, he's feeling -rather- informative today.

Roy eyes the components.

'Well, you did say you had an interest in... rockets.' The word is still unfamiliar. 'But having never seen one, I can only guess.'

If it's NOT a rocket, Roy really doesn't want to know what it is.

"Got it in one," Ed says, and grins. "Yeah, it's a rocket. Not the -best- one, but it's only my first."

'It looks fine to me, though I have no basis for comparison.' Roy tilts his head. 'And it flies, you say?' And then, because he really has no clue how the thing works, 'Like a balloon?'

No, Roy. Not like a balloon.

....no, not really.

"Not unless a balloon is sent in the air by fuel, really really fast."

In other words: a rocket is much cooler.

Roy looks critically at the rocket.

'Doesn't look like you could ride one of those things, though.'

At least, not in the conventional sense, the mun's mind feels it necessary to add.

"Nuhuh," Ed says. "But eventually, they'll be big enough to build something into it."

Right now, though, it has to be small.

'You mean like seats, and everything?'

Roy looks intrigued. Probably because his mind is immediately and unconsciously calculating the merit of the invention in military terms.

"Of course!"

It'd just be weird, otherwise. What would you do, cling to it?

'Your world has some truly interesting inventions.'

He looks at Ed critically, as if evaluating whether the boy is sacrificing sleep for this. Then he notices the red mark.

'I really got you, didn't I?'

He actually sounds almost apologetic.

"Remind me to show you some of the others sometime." There was some really neat stuff.

And, uh -- yeah. "Guess so," he says, and shrugs. "I don't mind."

- Steph had, though.

'I'd like to, sometime.'

Beat.

'I'm glad. You just said act; I forgot to think if it would cause you problems.'

Roy really hopes it hasn't.

"Not too much." Ed pauses, and narrows his eyes at Roy. "That didn't, anyway."

Roy blinks. He feels he's about to be interrogated about something.

'What do you mean?'

Russell was aware of there being an outside area to the bar, but he hasn't actually been out there yet. He wanders out the door, not really caring that's it's getting late, and spots a dark figure a short way off.

He makes his way over, unaware of who it is or what it is that's being built.

Ed's humming something under his breath, or at least attempting to - it's rather unbalanced by tune, and would probably make a musician wince.

Still working. Working, working, working. La.

As Russell gets closer, he recognizes the hair and...what is it that Ed is humming? Russell walks a little quieter, trying to be sneaky. He hopes there's not twigs to give away his presence. He still has to get Ed back for laughing at him earlier.

When he's standing right behind Ed, Russell leans over a little and says, "Why Ed, I didn't know you liked to sing!"

He jumps back quick in case there are any sudden movements.

"ACK," Ed comments, and attempts to aim a blow in Russ' direction. Too bad Russ backed up too quick, or it might have connected!

Russell loves seeing what makes Ed react the way he does. "What was that song anyway? I think you may need lessons."

Not that Russell is one to talk...sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop.

"Dunno," Ed says, "But you're not gonna be concerned with the song in a minute."

He offers Russ a grin. "Can guess what this is?"

"Um..." he looks at the...object for a moment, then turns back to Ed. "You're building...a radio!" he says with a triumphant grin, not wanting to make it seem like he really has no idea. Which he doesn't.

Ed laughs.

"It's something you've wanted to see," he says, giving a rather easy hint.

Of course. Russell remembers now. "A rocket, right?" He hopes so, he's really been looking forward to seeing one.

"-Exactly-."

Ed motions at the box. "Hand me the last piece, and then it'll be done."

"This?" Russell hands it over silently with a quick glance. Yep, he has no idea what it is.

Russell watches the rocket expectantly like the part will make it start up right away.

It's just another panel for the side, which Ed attaches quickly and efficiently.

"And now," he says, jumping up. "It's ready. Whenever you want to see if it's flies."

He's actually kind of scared it won't work, but, whatever. IT WILL.

Russell raises his eyebrows. "It flies?" It doesn't look like something that should be able to that.

"I'm ready," he nods with a small smile, too excited to wait any longer and wondering how the metal thing will even make it up into the air.

"If I asked you what you are doing, would I regret it?"

"It's nothing bad," Ed says, not looking up from where he's attaching in a screw. "So no, you probably wouldn't."

"What are you doing?"

"Reconstructing a rocket I built. So I can launch it."

Ed drops the screwdriver and looks up at her.

"You're out here late."

"A rocket?"

She looks away from him with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing a finger over her lips.

"I failed someone who trusts me today." Her eyebrows crease in unhappiness.

Ed was about to explain what a rocket was, but he pauses at her statement, and frowns a little.

"Yeah?"

"Yes." She looks down, some of her hair falling from her shoulder to sheild her face. "I'd ... told someone that it was okay for a promise to be broken. She struggled against the idea but eventually trusted I knew what I was doing.

"I was wrong, and it ended badly. Now her honor is damaged."

"Why did you tell her that was okay?"

"Because I thought it would be. I had thought that one person would choose to live, or that another person would respect that person's choice to die.

"Ed ... Eddie chose to die, and Venom didn't respect that."

"...I think I'm missing a bit of information."

More like a lot, and Ed is nothing but confused now.

"So someone wanted to die, but someone else didn't let him?"

"Eddie Brock lived for a long time with a symbiotic being by the name of Venom. The symbiote was taken from him by someone else and Eddie began to die of cancer. Eddie was presented with the chance to get the symbiote back. Miho had promised to kill Eddie before letting the symbiote take him, but I stopped her.

"Eddie chose to die, but the symbiote took him anyway, its path to him clear as I held Miho to stop her from killing Eddie."

She looks up to him with a small smile. "You can see my dilemma. For Miho to fulfil her promise, she has to kill Eddie, who is now back in the bar with the symbiote Venom in control. If she doesn't kill him, she believes herself worthless."

She is silent a moment. "I do not wish her to be punished by Security."

Billy is sitting at a table, munching on chips and tapping on a laptop, generally watching the bar go by with a smile on his face.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only