[The day before had been an extremely annoying one. Nothing had quite gone Felix's way and even trying to alleviate it with company had left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. For whatever reason Harrington had been a contrary little bitch the entire evening. Felix had eventually given up and stormed off with a flippant attitude.
Today wasn't much better as Felix began to grow anxious about completing his personal goal. He hated the goal set for him this mission. He didn't understand why they were given to the crew upon each mission (other than the Orb's sick sense of humor perhaps) but he knew they were required to receive favor and thus get his regret reversed. That was really all that mattered. He had to complete every last one no matter what.
The first goal had been easy by comparison. After all, he hardly cared if he pissed someone off by stealing their precious trinket with no real value to it other than some sappy feelings. That was easily completed. Yet here he'd been given the task of talking, which Felix found innately easy to do on any given day, and yet he was procrastinating over completing the damn thing.
He lied to himself and said it was simply hard for him to come up with something to fit the bill of 'cherished memory'. After all, he had plenty of shitty memories in his life but hardly any that mattered beyond the pure relief of surviving another day and shallow triumphs of sex and conquest. Anything else he shoved down deep and kept hidden from the world as if by sharing them he would release them into the wild and never see them as beautiful again. They would go out into the universe and come back tainted, darkened, crapped on by the cruel world and returned without care for how precious they actually were. They had to be locked away forever. His bloodied hands couldn't wash clean, much less grasp something cherished without ruining it.
Now the Orb gave him no choice but to conjure those precious memories from the depths of his damaged mind and not only replay them in his head but share them with someone who didn't matter. Now who was the cruel one? Even he didn't ask the impossible of the dead.
Resigned, the mercenary stalked city streets in search of a teammate that he could relate one dumb story to in order to complete his personal task. He bypassed the first person he spotted without hesitation, refusing to talk to them much less tell them anything personal about himself. No, no, not that one, definitely not that idiot. Then the mercenary found the source of his irritation from yesterday. Felix had sought out Harrington's company more than once over the past couple of months as he got to know more of the crew. That, that counted for something, somehow.
Locked on target, Felix advanced toward the young adult with quick, intense steps. He practically didn't stop as he reached around to grab Steve's arm and spin him around.]
Come with me.
[He brooked no argument, and immediately began walking off with Steve in tow, his grip tight and unforgiving as he dragged Harrington off towards the edge of town.]
wildcard; a private moment
Today wasn't much better as Felix began to grow anxious about completing his personal goal. He hated the goal set for him this mission. He didn't understand why they were given to the crew upon each mission (other than the Orb's sick sense of humor perhaps) but he knew they were required to receive favor and thus get his regret reversed. That was really all that mattered. He had to complete every last one no matter what.
The first goal had been easy by comparison. After all, he hardly cared if he pissed someone off by stealing their precious trinket with no real value to it other than some sappy feelings. That was easily completed. Yet here he'd been given the task of talking, which Felix found innately easy to do on any given day, and yet he was procrastinating over completing the damn thing.
He lied to himself and said it was simply hard for him to come up with something to fit the bill of 'cherished memory'. After all, he had plenty of shitty memories in his life but hardly any that mattered beyond the pure relief of surviving another day and shallow triumphs of sex and conquest. Anything else he shoved down deep and kept hidden from the world as if by sharing them he would release them into the wild and never see them as beautiful again. They would go out into the universe and come back tainted, darkened, crapped on by the cruel world and returned without care for how precious they actually were. They had to be locked away forever. His bloodied hands couldn't wash clean, much less grasp something cherished without ruining it.
Now the Orb gave him no choice but to conjure those precious memories from the depths of his damaged mind and not only replay them in his head but share them with someone who didn't matter. Now who was the cruel one? Even he didn't ask the impossible of the dead.
Resigned, the mercenary stalked city streets in search of a teammate that he could relate one dumb story to in order to complete his personal task. He bypassed the first person he spotted without hesitation, refusing to talk to them much less tell them anything personal about himself. No, no, not that one, definitely not that idiot. Then the mercenary found the source of his irritation from yesterday. Felix had sought out Harrington's company more than once over the past couple of months as he got to know more of the crew. That, that counted for something, somehow.
Locked on target, Felix advanced toward the young adult with quick, intense steps. He practically didn't stop as he reached around to grab Steve's arm and spin him around.]
Come with me.
[He brooked no argument, and immediately began walking off with Steve in tow, his grip tight and unforgiving as he dragged Harrington off towards the edge of town.]