make a wish and i'll count to three [ota]

[resleeves]

» WHO? kovacs + you
» WHEN? mid june
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? backpack discovery, drinking, nostalgia, introspection
» WARNINGS? language, for sure. anything else, i'll update.

001. mess hall

[ hello unicorn.

it's the first thing that kovacs sees when he walks into the mess hall to get something to drink. hello unicorn emblazoned on a pink, dirty backpack. for a second, kovacs is taken right back to bay city, right back to that shitty dealer and his need to buy the whole fucking stash of drugs.

he can feel the harsh lights of the various establishments and smell the stench of booze and blood and death. for a second, kovacs just stares at the backpack, thinking it some kind of trick. when he realizes what the fuck he's doing, he steps closer and grabs the backpack.

it's light which means it's empty but it's still his and he doesn't waste any goddamn time in hefting it on one shoulder and then sitting down to eat.

hello unicorn. ]

002. bar

[ he's still wearing the backpack. in fact, he hasn't really taken it off since it showed up and he doesn't plan on it either. it doesn't matter that the fucker's empty, it matters that it's hit, it's from bay city and that's enough for a signal for him to tell him that he'll get back there one day.

but, today is not that day so today, he's drinking. while he drinks, he settles the backpack on the bar and goes through it again. there's still nothing but he wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.

and then he decides to slide a bottle inside of the backpack and zip it up.

now, it's not empty. ]

003. observation area

[ that stupid fucking backpack's made him think of quell. he doesn't know why since she'd never seen it before, not even when she decided to pop up and fuck him up even more. but, he's desperate enough that he doesn't even mind when she appears to him and only him.

he misses her. that's the bottom line. he misses quell but it's a fucking stupid thing to be experiencing because she's dead and she's not coming back. not this time. her stack's probably in little pieces over harlan's world.

why hadn't he stopped to try and find it?

waste of time. ]

Fuck you.

[ and then he punches the observation window, doing absolutely no damage to the thick glass but cracking his knuckles a bit.

good. ]

Comments

[resleeves]

[ hmm. well, it would serve the purpose of working out some aggression and she does look capable. so. ]

You sure you're up for getting beat?

[ even feeling like he does, the cockiness is still there. ]

[marineris]

It would make my month to see you try.

[resleeves]

I don't try.

[ was he going to say something nice? something full of team spirit and bonding? ]

I make it fucking happen.

[ no, he was not. ]

[marineris]

Then lets go.

[And then she sets off towards the gym, trusting he'll follow.]

[resleeves]

[ so, they were gonna do this. they were gonna do this right now and kovacs feels a thrum of adrenaline kick up in his belly.

a good fight could always distract him from most of his shitty life.

so, he follows, trying not to take too much advantage of walking behind her. he's old, not dead. ]

[marineris]

[So to the gym it is, and once they get there, Bobbie unzips the top of the jumpsuit and ties it tightly around her waist. It's just going to get in the way otherwise, and it's not like their standard issue sport bras are revealing by any stretch of the imagination. She takes off her mag boots, too, which is going to be a pain in the ass if they lose gravity again, but it beats accidentally hurting him.

Bobbie steps over to the mat, then sweeps an arm towards it dramatically.]

After you.

[resleeves]

[ he strolls on in after her, stands off to the side and lets her do her thing while he watches. he's still standing there, still as a tree, when she she gestures him forward with a flourish.

finally, he moves, throwing a smirk at her as he goes about the process of taking his own boots off and tossing them aside. the backpack follows the boots to the ground before he unzips his jumpsuit and strips himself to the waist to give himself more mobility.

no sports bra for him, though. didn't come in his pile of shit. ]

Appreciate the permission.

[ he stops when he's standing in front of her, hands loose at his sides. ]

Come on.

[ he gestures her closer with a flick of a wrist and, once again, smirks.

come on. ]

[marineris]

[Bobbie can't help but grin at the cockiness. She has a feeling he's going to put up a hell of a fight, and that's what she needs right now. She's got far too much pent up, useless energy, and she's been going insane, spinning her wheels on this stupid ship.

Besides, she just really wants to see which of them wins. She winks at his invitation, basking in the familiar adrenaline rush of anticipation, and strikes out with a quick, low kick. Show her how fast you are, Kovacs.]

[resleeves]

[ whether that's just a test or not, she's going to have to do better than that. he bats her foot away with a kick and follows it up immediately with a sharp jab that he aims right at her jaw.

come on, bobbie, show him how good you are.

or at least show him if you can defend because he's not wasting anytime in trying to throw yet another punch, this time going low for her ribs. ]

[marineris]

[Bobbie manages to block the first punch and neatly sidestep the second, making a quick grab for his arm as she does.]

Come on, I thought you were going to impress me.

[resleeves]

You trying to rile me up?

[ she'd have to try harder than that. with his arm in her grip, he steps into her, trying to use her proximity and hold as easy leverage to drive the point of his knee into her gut. ]

Keep working at it. Might get it with some practice.