01-10-2011, 06:44 AM
The phone settled against her ear, a veil of hair draped down from her bowed head, against her folded legs as she sat upon the bed. “Yes, I'm fine,” she murmured into the device. Her faceted eyes glinted as her gaze roved toward the window, sunlight gleamed through the balcony and brightened the room. Her gaze fell again, and she ran her fingertip up and down the bare skin of her ankle slowly. “An interview? Mr. Munin...” she trailed off as he replied before she could say another word. Victoria had watched the explosion of media taking place after the events. It had been three days ago, and that video went viral. It was with a thankful breath that she had finally let out when she finished watching it. They had not caught her on the footage.
“My work-
He cut her off again. If anything, this man sure had a mouth on him. Roy knew what to say, how to say it, and just when to say it. The hunter couldn't get a word in edgewise, and it caused her lips to quirk into a small smile.
“Okay, okay, I'll come with you!” she giggled very softly. Perhaps he was right, this was history in the making. For all that had happened, all that she had seen, Victoria felt herself believing in all of this madness.
“Yes, I saw the footage,” the accented voice filtered through her phone. Victoria stood in the entrance of her balcony, staring out. She watched with parted lips whilst clouds, with their magenta colored underbellies, floated nonchalantly before the globe of the star. Dusk settled with golden hues painted upon orange, mauve, and navy blue. Flicking her eyes up a fraction, the youth watched the first sign of stars, and listened to her superior on the other end of the phone.
“There's a lot of evidence, but something bothers me,” she replied carefully. The girl wrapped her free arm against her torso, just under her breasts. Her cotton cut off shirt fit to her body, catching the hues of the sun against the white fabric. A cool breeze grazed against her thighs where her black shorts did not reach.
“What is it? You need to tell me everything.”
“My report details everything, to the very point. What bothers me is that the alien...it turned into a bird. I'm wondering if this means that these invaders can shapechange...if so, that could be dangerous. They could be anyone. Also, for me, it feels like quite the coincidence that they would attack at that critical moment. Our rally had gotten people hyped up, but, really...there, while we were in front of the mayor's office, at that moment...”
“We have agents looking into it. What about Roy Munin? Do you think we should bring him in? It's been over a week, I don't want you out there longer than needed. If this really is an invasion-”
“Jeremy, you and I both know that I should be here. Roy doesn't seem to know more than he's showing, if this is an elaborate plot enacted by rebels, he's not one of them,” she replied firmly, despite the nails that bit into the material of her shirt. She pressed the phone close to her ear and bowed her head. “My staying here is good for both results. If the invaders come, then I'll help to defend the city, and find out what I can on them. If they don't, then it's better I stick close to Roy and his followers. There's something...off about this, and I'm not coming back until I know.”
“Just keep me posted...” Jeremy replied after a moment of silence. “Don't do anything foolish out there.”
Like what, have fun? she almost said, but, bit her lip instead. The phone clicked and she lowered her hand, closing the device and turning from the city, she had a big day tomorrow.
Aside from being in the background of the few photos taken of Roy during their first meetings, Victoria had never been in the media. She almost wanted to slap away the girl that hovered around her, putting makeup on her face, styling her ridiculously long hair. She tweeted on about the invaders, and the threat, and the thought of war. The hunter stared past the woman, at her reflection, her lips barely even twitching.
It was with great relief that she hopped off the chair upon hearing that crisp, clear voice, of Roy Munin in the background. They were backstage on the set for the interview, which would of course, be on all the televisions. She wasn't sure what channel, or even the name, perhaps some news station. Victoria had never watched television before...let alone been on one.
“Victoria!”
She stepped away from the makeup chair and clasped her hands before her, gazing almost timidly around before looking at the older man. “Are you sure about this, I mean, I didn't see that much...”
“Don't be ridiculous, you were there, and that's all that matters. We need to reaffirm the truth, and with you there, I know they'll see that this is not a joke,” he replied, and with his clean slender hands, he grasped hers between the palms.
Victoria looked right into his gleaming blue eyes, and she remembered the conversation she had held with an unknown man just this morning. The voice had not been familiar...but she had her suspicions. Not of Roy, however, because it was quite obvious now that her blush was not exactly forced. “Y-yes, you're right, we need to convince them.”
It had been all too real, even if that bird had been a bird, something had happened. Space invaders that could change their shape...it was a scary thought. Perhaps the hunter was innocent, and easily fooled, or perhaps it was within that moment as she gazed at this man, that she just didn't care to think about it. Roy had all the answers, he did, and she couldn't find evidence to refute him.
“Yes, I was there,” she nodded slowly.
Bright lights were hot upon her skin, the makeup uncomfortable on her face. She nervously picked at the hem of her white dress, with its lacy edge. The material hung just over the edge of her knees, which were neatly set one over the other. Her long hair was pushed back behind her ears and flowing like a river of cherry blossoms down her backside. With wide blue eyes, she looked to Mr. Munin, and then to the interviewer.
It was a big couch, with a fake backdrop like some living room meeting. The woman sat upon the edge of her seat, eager, as everyone should have been. Victoria licked her lips nervously and took a shaky breath. It was the cameras that bothered her. It was the thought that thousands of people, or more, could be watching her every move. She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. Many victims of such trauma would have acted the same...but she wasn't traumatized. She had been sliced, nearly killed, tortured and impaled over the last year. This was the most unusual experience of her life...
Eyes quickly darted to Roy, sitting very close to her, on the couch. Like the compassionate politician, he grasped her fidgeting hand, a small comforting smile against his lips, as if to say, 'You can do it.'
“The alien was like nothing I had ever seen,” she began, her attention shifting to the interviewer. “It had come out of nowhere...What was it that I read,” she paused. “That we aren't sure how they could have done it. How could the invaders come in so quickly, so silently, and cause such havoc? They must possess technology unlike any we've seen. This makes sense...they're going after the other planets too.” Her head shook slowly, but she let Roy keep her hand, the other one motioned slightly in a small circle. “I...I chased after the alien, and he changed, he became a bird. I don't know how, but he did, and then he was gone. Perhaps they're supernatural, or their ship is powerful enough to change their form...We know nothing about the invaders, and that's what's frightening. We should be on guard because we know nothing, until we know something, isn't it safe to prepare than to be caught without precautions? Think about it...if they're after Namek, Mercy...what's next? They'll come for us too, if they haven't already.”
“Very true,” the interviewer replied, her face grim. “You chased the alien? Why would you do that, Victoria?”
The camera zoomed in, and she blushed softly. “I...well, I want to protect my home too. Wouldn't you? I was told to fight in the face of danger by my...father. I won't let aliens take away our planet. We should be defending the planet, not sit around trying to decide who would do this, and whether it's a real threat. There was an attack, there was a visible enemy, first we prepare and then we investigate. That's the least we could do...” Her gaze lowered to her lap and she chewed upon her bottom lip.
“A brave citizen of Earth, we could all learn from Victoria.” The interviewer leaned back slightly, and looked to Roy. “Not only do we have the attack, the video, but now a bystander to backup the evidence. It looks like Earth might have to listen more closely to what you have to say, Roy Munin, we might have been wrong all along.”
The small cup was grasped in her hands. All in all, it had gone well. Most of what Roy had said went through her. Victoria had a tendency to zone out during moments such as this, anxious, unsure. Is it aliens? That phone call...was it one of these guys connected to Roy? They have me pinned...does Roy suspect too?
“Hey,” his voice cut her thoughts off. “You did good.”
“Roy,” she glanced up at him, her grip tight on the styrofoam cup. “About the rally, what I did, it...I just didn't want you to get hurt.” She looked down again, taking in their feet, their shoes. “I told you that I was pretty strong, I just didn't think you'd have to see that. I hope you're not mad at me, I still want to help, I mean that.”
Once again, her wintry eyes lifted to gaze up at him. She was here to help. Victoria didn't know everything, and, she didn't know if she wanted to. What she wanted was to be useful again. The Company owned her life, her skills, every part of her. For once, she just wanted to make her own choice. That choice, as she stared at Roy, was to believe whatever this man said.
“My work-
He cut her off again. If anything, this man sure had a mouth on him. Roy knew what to say, how to say it, and just when to say it. The hunter couldn't get a word in edgewise, and it caused her lips to quirk into a small smile.
“Okay, okay, I'll come with you!” she giggled very softly. Perhaps he was right, this was history in the making. For all that had happened, all that she had seen, Victoria felt herself believing in all of this madness.
--
“Yes, I saw the footage,” the accented voice filtered through her phone. Victoria stood in the entrance of her balcony, staring out. She watched with parted lips whilst clouds, with their magenta colored underbellies, floated nonchalantly before the globe of the star. Dusk settled with golden hues painted upon orange, mauve, and navy blue. Flicking her eyes up a fraction, the youth watched the first sign of stars, and listened to her superior on the other end of the phone.
“There's a lot of evidence, but something bothers me,” she replied carefully. The girl wrapped her free arm against her torso, just under her breasts. Her cotton cut off shirt fit to her body, catching the hues of the sun against the white fabric. A cool breeze grazed against her thighs where her black shorts did not reach.
“What is it? You need to tell me everything.”
“My report details everything, to the very point. What bothers me is that the alien...it turned into a bird. I'm wondering if this means that these invaders can shapechange...if so, that could be dangerous. They could be anyone. Also, for me, it feels like quite the coincidence that they would attack at that critical moment. Our rally had gotten people hyped up, but, really...there, while we were in front of the mayor's office, at that moment...”
“We have agents looking into it. What about Roy Munin? Do you think we should bring him in? It's been over a week, I don't want you out there longer than needed. If this really is an invasion-”
“Jeremy, you and I both know that I should be here. Roy doesn't seem to know more than he's showing, if this is an elaborate plot enacted by rebels, he's not one of them,” she replied firmly, despite the nails that bit into the material of her shirt. She pressed the phone close to her ear and bowed her head. “My staying here is good for both results. If the invaders come, then I'll help to defend the city, and find out what I can on them. If they don't, then it's better I stick close to Roy and his followers. There's something...off about this, and I'm not coming back until I know.”
“Just keep me posted...” Jeremy replied after a moment of silence. “Don't do anything foolish out there.”
Like what, have fun? she almost said, but, bit her lip instead. The phone clicked and she lowered her hand, closing the device and turning from the city, she had a big day tomorrow.
--
Aside from being in the background of the few photos taken of Roy during their first meetings, Victoria had never been in the media. She almost wanted to slap away the girl that hovered around her, putting makeup on her face, styling her ridiculously long hair. She tweeted on about the invaders, and the threat, and the thought of war. The hunter stared past the woman, at her reflection, her lips barely even twitching.
It was with great relief that she hopped off the chair upon hearing that crisp, clear voice, of Roy Munin in the background. They were backstage on the set for the interview, which would of course, be on all the televisions. She wasn't sure what channel, or even the name, perhaps some news station. Victoria had never watched television before...let alone been on one.
“Victoria!”
She stepped away from the makeup chair and clasped her hands before her, gazing almost timidly around before looking at the older man. “Are you sure about this, I mean, I didn't see that much...”
“Don't be ridiculous, you were there, and that's all that matters. We need to reaffirm the truth, and with you there, I know they'll see that this is not a joke,” he replied, and with his clean slender hands, he grasped hers between the palms.
Victoria looked right into his gleaming blue eyes, and she remembered the conversation she had held with an unknown man just this morning. The voice had not been familiar...but she had her suspicions. Not of Roy, however, because it was quite obvious now that her blush was not exactly forced. “Y-yes, you're right, we need to convince them.”
It had been all too real, even if that bird had been a bird, something had happened. Space invaders that could change their shape...it was a scary thought. Perhaps the hunter was innocent, and easily fooled, or perhaps it was within that moment as she gazed at this man, that she just didn't care to think about it. Roy had all the answers, he did, and she couldn't find evidence to refute him.
--
“Yes, I was there,” she nodded slowly.
Bright lights were hot upon her skin, the makeup uncomfortable on her face. She nervously picked at the hem of her white dress, with its lacy edge. The material hung just over the edge of her knees, which were neatly set one over the other. Her long hair was pushed back behind her ears and flowing like a river of cherry blossoms down her backside. With wide blue eyes, she looked to Mr. Munin, and then to the interviewer.
It was a big couch, with a fake backdrop like some living room meeting. The woman sat upon the edge of her seat, eager, as everyone should have been. Victoria licked her lips nervously and took a shaky breath. It was the cameras that bothered her. It was the thought that thousands of people, or more, could be watching her every move. She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. Many victims of such trauma would have acted the same...but she wasn't traumatized. She had been sliced, nearly killed, tortured and impaled over the last year. This was the most unusual experience of her life...
Eyes quickly darted to Roy, sitting very close to her, on the couch. Like the compassionate politician, he grasped her fidgeting hand, a small comforting smile against his lips, as if to say, 'You can do it.'
“The alien was like nothing I had ever seen,” she began, her attention shifting to the interviewer. “It had come out of nowhere...What was it that I read,” she paused. “That we aren't sure how they could have done it. How could the invaders come in so quickly, so silently, and cause such havoc? They must possess technology unlike any we've seen. This makes sense...they're going after the other planets too.” Her head shook slowly, but she let Roy keep her hand, the other one motioned slightly in a small circle. “I...I chased after the alien, and he changed, he became a bird. I don't know how, but he did, and then he was gone. Perhaps they're supernatural, or their ship is powerful enough to change their form...We know nothing about the invaders, and that's what's frightening. We should be on guard because we know nothing, until we know something, isn't it safe to prepare than to be caught without precautions? Think about it...if they're after Namek, Mercy...what's next? They'll come for us too, if they haven't already.”
“Very true,” the interviewer replied, her face grim. “You chased the alien? Why would you do that, Victoria?”
The camera zoomed in, and she blushed softly. “I...well, I want to protect my home too. Wouldn't you? I was told to fight in the face of danger by my...father. I won't let aliens take away our planet. We should be defending the planet, not sit around trying to decide who would do this, and whether it's a real threat. There was an attack, there was a visible enemy, first we prepare and then we investigate. That's the least we could do...” Her gaze lowered to her lap and she chewed upon her bottom lip.
“A brave citizen of Earth, we could all learn from Victoria.” The interviewer leaned back slightly, and looked to Roy. “Not only do we have the attack, the video, but now a bystander to backup the evidence. It looks like Earth might have to listen more closely to what you have to say, Roy Munin, we might have been wrong all along.”
--
The small cup was grasped in her hands. All in all, it had gone well. Most of what Roy had said went through her. Victoria had a tendency to zone out during moments such as this, anxious, unsure. Is it aliens? That phone call...was it one of these guys connected to Roy? They have me pinned...does Roy suspect too?
“Hey,” his voice cut her thoughts off. “You did good.”
“Roy,” she glanced up at him, her grip tight on the styrofoam cup. “About the rally, what I did, it...I just didn't want you to get hurt.” She looked down again, taking in their feet, their shoes. “I told you that I was pretty strong, I just didn't think you'd have to see that. I hope you're not mad at me, I still want to help, I mean that.”
Once again, her wintry eyes lifted to gaze up at him. She was here to help. Victoria didn't know everything, and, she didn't know if she wanted to. What she wanted was to be useful again. The Company owned her life, her skills, every part of her. For once, she just wanted to make her own choice. That choice, as she stared at Roy, was to believe whatever this man said.
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