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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita is sitting at a table. Without her coat. The lack of the oversized garment makes her seem somehow smaller. It's much easier to tell that she spent much of her life without enough food.

On the table in front of her lies an impressive pile of weapons. Grenades, a number of pistols, a stack of magazines. And her room key. She's looking at them, trying to figure out how she's going to carry them all around now.

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[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

A certain geek in a blue baseball cap was reading from The Skid Row Herald.

He stopped when he glanced around and saw someone he recognized. For a moment, he was smiling shyly.

He's not smiling now. Because...weapons. A lot of them. Weapons on the table of a little girl. Little girl with weapons.

Seymour is now very, very worried.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita looks up, sees Seymour, and grins. "Heya, Seymour. Is your plant doing any better?"

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

Seymour closes his newspaper and says, "Um."

He pauses to force his brain and mouth into a closer working relationship. "Not...really, actually.

"You have guns," he points out.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

She nods, "Yep. Pretty nice, aren't they?"

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"Pretty...many...of them."

Seymour wants to ask something. It's just taking him a while to figure out what. He doesn't do well with surprises - especially not surprises in weapon form.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

She nods with another grin. She's pretty proud of the collection. "Yep. You can never carry too many weapons. At least that's been my experience."

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"Your experience," Seymour repeats. Were he able to function, that would've been a question.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

She nods, "Uh huh. You never know when you'll walk around a corner into a squad of Reds. You don't want to be the only one without a gun in a firefight, you know?" Cause, really, Makita is still used to everyone being a fighter. Of course Seymour's familiar with the need to not bring a knife to a gunfight.

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

Seymour is able to manage questions now.

"Reds?"

Because that word means something to his Cold War-era mind.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right, no one here knows who they are. The Reds are what we call soldiers of the Red Fleet. That's the big military branch of the United Republiks of the Red Star."

Pretty reminiscent of the Cold War Reds, really.

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"And you fight them?" There's a stress on both on 'you' and 'fight' in that sentence - both of them are equally troubling to Seymour.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's that or let them kill us. I like being alive, really." She grins, which isn't really a very appropriate expression to attach to such a statement.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is all ready to head home, but before he gets to the door, he sees Makita. And her weapons. Oh, and he does see how utterly tiny she is witohut that big winter coat. But it's the weapons that stand out.

"What's with all the guns, Makita?"

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita looks up startled. "Huh?" Then she sees Knox, "Oh, hey, Alex. Well, I let someone borrow my coat. Now I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to carry out this without pockets." She sighs, "It took me a while to find a coat with big enough pockets the first time too..."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"You kept all THAT in your coat? Good lord." He sits and stares for a second. "How much does that all weigh?"

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"Yep. You can never have too much ammo, and you always need more grenades." You know, she'd never thought to figure that out before. "Um... I don't know... Twenty pounds?" That's probably a low estimate; Makita has a lot of ammo.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I guess that's true in a warzone. But you don't need that here. Maybe you can just leave it with Bar?" It still shocks him that this little waif is a warrior. What a horrid world she must live on.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita looks at Knox uncomprehendingly. "Do what? But... what if I need them." People keep telling her that no one's going to bust in shooting, and while she accepts what they say she's spent too long at war to really believe it deep down.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

He sighs. Knox feels for her. And he's seen this before, in Shufti, though there is a great difference between a crossbow and an arsenal.

"You won't need them. Not all of them. We have a security team here that can handle things. A team that has at least two super-heroes and a vampire slayer and who know what else. So maybe just can one or two guns, and one grenade? And leave the rest with Bar?" He doesn't know that Mel Fray ins't around of late, but no matter. It still sounds good.

[ooc: heading out at 5 pm EST - slowtime okay?]

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

The problem is that Makita doesn't really trust anyone to hold onto her weapons for her. And she can remember the early days in the war when she thought she wouldn't need so much gear, and how many times she almost died before she wised up.

But she can't really articulate all that to herself, much less to someone else, so she "subtly" works in a subject change. Knox... well, he's sure to notice she's trying to avoid an issue it might be good for her to face.

"Oh, a vampire slayer? I met one of those the other day. A woman named Abby. Is she on security?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

He noitces. He doesn't push it.

"I don't know her. But it seems like the place is crawling with them. The ones I know are named Buffy and Mel. And I haven't seen either in a while."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita blinks. "Mel's a vampire slayer??" Ah, Milliways. Makita will get used to it. Eventually.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Um, yeah? At least, that's what I've been told. I really don't know her that well.

"You're making friends then?"

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

That gets a grin, Makita likes Mel. At least the Mel she's met. "Yeah, Mel and I shared a couple of meals. And I gave her my room key in case she ever wants to crash for the night. She's pretty tough."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[ooc: And this was supposed to be at the end of that tag, but... I heard somewhere that slowtime is love? Yeah, slowtime is great.]