Closed RP Who's gonna drive you home (tonight)?

[Ban Bean]

Between the big purple eyed Jersey woman and the bubbly blonde, Beatrice was easily able to deduce who the muscle of the group was. They were...grating, but manageable. Beatrice could handle brute force.

A bigger problem was the small asian woman in the passenger seat. She was clearly the leader, as the others more or less deferred to her. But more concerning was her patient. Even injured and, relatively normal looking, he was the one Beatrice was slowly becoming more wary of. Despite his reassurance to his comrades, there was something... maniacal in his eyes. Like a mad man hiding beneath the facade of an accountant.

Beatrice sat back, after pronouncing the man in no danger of dying. She tried not to flinch as the blonde girl threw her arm over the seat, addressing her.

"Oh uh...my name's Alex." Beatrice said. She opened her mouth to ask for the girls, but thought better of it.

 

[Resonants]

For many Japanese, min’yō evokes, or is said to evoke, a nostalgia for real or imagined home towns and family.​

Min’yo listened to the conversation as it happened, glancing at the girl over her shoulder. She hadn’t yet decided to trust the young woman, but she was taking everything into account. The momentary invisibility. Her presence in the van. At the very least she’d been thorough with Symphony’s wounds. Correct? Hard to say. They’d find out together.

But the invisibility was the main reason why she was willing to give Alex –

“Alex, huh? You go by your middle name, Beatrice Alexandra Waters?”

The van shook as Pop threw herself back into the back seat. Min’yo’s head turned further to see her holding an open wallet, and her sharp black eyes turned toward the girl. Without taking her eyes from the girl, she addressed her second in command, her conductor, in her first language. “<Symphony. Tell me what you know.>”

He closed his eyes to think for a few moments, before responding in kind. “<She was recently appointed CEO of Waters Pharmaceutical, a position she is still too young for and reportedly inherited from her parents.>”

“<She's very young for the role, but not too young, and she's incredibly courageous.>” She continued her intense stare at the young woman, even while Symphony chuckled. Weakly, again.

“<Very brave or very foolish?>”

“<Let's find out.>” She adjusted her thoughts for a moment, and then changed back to the local tongue. Her tone wasn’t reassuring, but it was calm and cool. “You’re a metahuman, Ms. Waters. That means you’re among friends here. Please calm down, and don’t lie to me again.”

The last part was said more firmly than the rest, but never harshly – never harsher than a slight change of breeze on a warm day. She turned back to face out the windshield.

“What were you doing in the van, Alex?”

 

[Ban Bean]

”How do you-“ Beatrice fell silent as she turned back, seeing the bubbly blonde holding her wallet. She couldn’t even guess when or how the girl could have gotten it.

Beatrice did her best not to wilt under the Asian woman’s intense, prolonged gaze. The woman didn’t even move her eyes as she spoke with the injured man in rapid Japanese.


It was only when the woman addressed Bea again in English that she couldn’t help but say, “I wasn’t lying. Alexandra is my name.”

Beatrice shut her mouth. Some people didn’t find wit amusing, and it was obvious none here were strangers to violence- even the mild mannered driver. And she had bigger problems to worry about.

They knew she was a meta.

Beatrice could lie. She could stick to her story about hiding from the shooting. Honesty could get her in trouble, but she had no desire to be suffocated again. She wouldn’t put it past the Asian woman.

“I…I was in the bank. I saw the van when I ran out…figured if I found something to mess with the tires, you’d have a better chance of being arrested.”

Beatrice bit her lip, “It was a stupid thing to do, and for what it’s worth, I am sorry…”

 

[Resonants]

For many Japanese, min’yō evokes, or is said to evoke, a nostalgia for real or imagined home towns and family.​

“Perhaps stupid. Perhaps brave.” She glanced at Alex through the rear-view mirror, eyes on her reflection. Unmoving. “Stupid you didn’t have a way out planned. Brave you tried to fight back when others would have simply run.”

“We are scary as shit. Hey, what’s the upper limit on these credit cards, Al?”

Min’yo did not acknowledge Pop’s question, and continued, “I am surprised you stayed in the van so long. Psych isn’t usually very good at lying, and I doubt they wanted to see you hurt.”

Psych didn’t even look offended by her comment. They all knew it made him uncomfortable to have to do that. However, for the sake of his identity, she stuck to the nonbinary pronoun. It would make this easier, if they let the girl go and she still decided to go to the police.

“Why did you stand and fight?”