[ faith is a few minutes behind. the dogs get an eyebrow, but soldiers who look a whole lot like a bunch of dumbass kids (and the less dumbass brit leading them, but giles is this whole other category) are her normal, so age isn't even a blip on the radar. ]
Tyke? Sup, I'm Faith. [ she drops her bag on the floor, something metallic inside clanging sharply. ] How you wanna do this?
Faith. [A small upward jerk of her chin in greeting before she looks the woman over quickly. Good stance, good muscle tone, and she could already tell there was an attitude there that reminded her of the Academy. And a show off, wanting to do a physical demonstration rather than just telling Taylor via text.]
You're the one putting on a show. [With a bag of what sounded like weapons, and that was pretty unusual from what Taylor's seen on board so far.] Can program you up some dummies or shit, you need that.
[Ordinarily she'd just offer to fight her herself, but keeping whole and uninjured seems a hell of a lot more important now she's head of security.]
Dummies'd probably be a good idea. [ faith is a showoff; an attention junkie trained to fight for a watcher's approval is a pretty deep rut to climb out of, and she had other shit to handle. ] Unless you got some wicked fast reflexes.
[ she unzips the bag, pulls out her knife and lays it on top; it's half open declaration, half preview. ]
[Raised eyebrows at the knife, and Taylor could almost take it as a challenge - she did have fast reflexes, as far as she was concerned. But it hadn't hit the right kind of buttons to have her feeling the need to lift her chin, so she just turns to the holodeck's control panel, pulling up one of the basic training set ups she'd been working on. A spread of dummies appear, scattered around the space. Static, for now. She was still trying to figure out how to get 'live' scenarios going.]
Alright. [She leans back against the wall, hands tucking into her hoodie pockets.] Show me what you've got.
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[ slayers are strong. they're fast, they're agile, they're accurate; faith proves that, using her fists and in a few cases, knives to prove that she's exactly as good as she said she is. raw, maybe-- with slips in her obviously well-trained form that look more like the desperate, anything goes fighting from back in the neighborhood than the strict discipline every watcher she's met has tried to teach her-- and a little too explosive to be perfect, but beyond that faith fights like she loves it, fierce grin lighting her face when he body gives everything she asks for. it's been a long time since freedom to move around was something she'd let herself take for granted, and the fighting in la was too much about saving angel to really be her focus.
when she finally stops decimating the dummies she stops, breathing a little harder and thumbs a loose section of hair out of her face, then takes down her ponytail and fixes it just to give her something to do with her hands. ] So, got anything I can do?
[Taylor doesn't seem to show any real reactions throughout, but she's attentive, watching every detail. She's been through this sort of scenario enough times, girls held to one side to watch others, learn from their examples or spot flaws. She can tell Faith's been trained, but she can also tell there's a raw edge underneath, how it leaks through. And she can tell there's something more than regular human fuelling her, but that doesn't rate anything like judgement in Taylor's mind (she'd be a hypocrite if it did), just a note for potential. How to best deploy team members, where and what they were good or bad for.
She'd already pegged Faith for a show off, and the state she leaves the dummies in is more testament to that - total destruction. Taylor can't deny that having that kind of power on the team would be more than useful, the amount of different abilities wandering around the ship, the threats they've had to deal with, but she's also got a lot of other Tranquility security experience under her belt - the incredibly boring, tedious kind.
She's quiet for a moment after Faith's finished, considering, then she nods.]
Yeah, I might. [It sounds like it could have an if on the end, and she pushes away from the wall to turn back to the control panel. The ruined dummies all disappear, replaced with one singular one, and Taylor looks back, jerks her chin towards it.] Take that one down. Minimal damage.
[A more complete construct would be a better example to test it, something that moved and maybe fought back, but it should be enough to just see if this chick even knew how to hold back.]
[ faith does well with orders, once she understands how things work. the way tyke stands, the way she knows enough to look past what faith knows is a goddamn impressive display to demand something a little more restrained-- those mean more to faith than her position in charge, but now that she can slot tyke into her internal hierarchy respecting the rank comes, too. ]
Sure thing, boss. [ prison drummed iron inflexible control into faith; she needed to set her reputation in stone so people quit picking fights, but crippling somebody dumb enough to fuck with her for life didn't really fit into the murder rehab mold. she takes the dummy down with a few judicious moves, an elbow where a person would be tender and relying on her extra strength to get the rest done. just like riding a bike.
(she leaves out the casual breaking of a finger or two to really get the point home this time, though.)
she stands, turning her neck from side to side and rolling her shoulders until everything loosens up a little. when she speaks up, her tone is a little defensive, like she's waiting for a 'thanks but no thanks'. ]
Should probably tell you now my record's not exactly nice. Had to learn how to take somebody out fast without screwing them up too bad real fast in prison.
[ because she knows edgeworth works security, and like hell will he keep his mouth shut. if being an ex-con-- more specifically, an ex-murder-- is going to blow this whole chance, she wants to know now before it makes her feel like crap to get a no. ]
[It might not be a real person she's going up against, but the set of moves Faith uses to follow Taylor's demand matches up. There's still the possibility of her not knowing when to hold back and when to go full force, but those were judgement calls in each situation. Taylor had seen enough for initial assessment.
The mention of prison doesn't necessarily surprise her, but it isn't a story she's heard before. The security team was ragtag - couldn't be anything else, with their circumstances - and Taylor already had several different world overviews or really out of the ordinary backstories floating around in her head. They couldn't be fussy about who they signed up, she'd told Edgeworth as much. They needed physical strength and skill, and Faith had that. But they also needed to not be batshit crazy, and while Taylor's gut was pretty steady on Faith being a good vote (maybe a touch of arrogance, some attitude, that slight edge of something out of control), she couldn't see chasing information Faith was offering as a bad thing.]
What were you in for?
[There's no judgement in how she says it. There were a lot of ways someone could end up in prison, and a lot of things in her own past that could probably have taken her there, if she hadn't been in the Academy.]
[ for a second, faith looks defensive-- like she's ready to spit out a million excuses why her behavior is okay. but she actually wants this job, something to do and under it all, the command structure she functions best with. ]
Not gonna act like you shouldn't have some questions. Doubts, whatever. But I was jailbait when it happened, and I made some bad calls after. Hooked up with a guy who made sure I kept making them. [ she bites her lower lip, hard. ] Not saying I don't get blame because I was a kid or anything, but just so you have the scope. I was pretty out of control.
[ it's fairly clear from the tense set of her shoulders, the way she constantly reaches up to tuck hair behind her ears, that it's hard to talk about any of this in a non-combative and/or flippant way. ]
Been a good long while since I had any problems with control.
[Taylor's quiet for a long minute after Faith's finished, considering, no real sign of a reaction except a slight frown between her eyebrows. Of all the things someone could be in prison for, murder would be top of the no list, obvious reasons. Maybe if Faith had brought it to her some different way, maybe if Faith hadn't told her at all and it had come out months later. They already had enough trying to kill them on the ship without Taylor letting a murderer have access to Gunnery and the level of trust that came with a security position.
But Faith was telling her now, straight up, not sugarcoating it or even trying to plead a case on why Taylor should ignore it and sign her up anyway. It goes a long way on top of what Taylor's already seen, on the gut instinct that Faith's a good call. And if she had been in prison already for what she'd done, there was nothing good in Taylor attempting to punish her further. Not when they were so far removed from any kind of normal situation in the first place.
Decided, finally, she takes a step forward from the wall, holding out one hand.]
[ a few years ago, the silence would have broken faith. she's spent her whole life getting rejected, and the weight of not knowing would get a tantrum. she'd storm out, go get drunk or fuck somebody and throw them out or just go ahead and start a fight, because that was just what she did when things didn't feel like they were in control.
now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?
Yeah. [Half a shrug, hand still outstretched.] Gotta show you how to sign up for shit.
[The sign up listing, the patrol rota, that information document block that kept getting passed around. Taylor was starting to feel like it was burned into her head, the routine of getting another rookie on the team, probably part of the reason why she skipped over telling Faith she was in and straight onto the logistics of it.
But thinking about the logistics reminds her of one team member in particular, gives her one last thing to say about Faith's stay in prison before she shelves it as information that doesn't get brought out unless it really has to.]
And if Edgeworth finds out about that and starts giving you crap, you send him to me.
Sweet. [ the grin grows into something bigger, a little wobbly like she's not sure exactly how the giant grin thing works. then with a little shake, like a dog coming out of water, she grabs the device and hands it over, busying herself shoving all her stuff back into the bag. ]
I can deal with Edgeworth. [ she stands, slinging the bag over her shoulder and dipping one shoulder in a shrug. ] He's a dick sometimes, but I've dealt with worse. And I guess he means well.
[Taylor takes the device, hitting commands quickly to pull up the various pages Faith needs to deal with. She's ready by the time Faith's packed up.]
He does. [Mean well. There were good intentions behind every overly argumentative thing that came out of Edgeworth's mouth, Taylor knew that. She holds Faith's device back out.] But he's not meant to be your problem.
[He was on the SEC team, and that made him Taylor's problem. And she dealt with it as best she could.]
You've got the sign up and the rota there. Information on what we've been through already. It'll take about a day for your tat to change over.
Still, just saying. Probably good for me, dealing with him if I gotta.
[ taking responsibility, and accepting her deserved lumps without excuses or protest: these are not exactly skills faith was born with. ] Not saying I won't come to you if he makes it a drama, but you don't have to hold my hand. Dealt with worse, like I said.
[ she prods at her device, reading slowly. ] Been meaning to get some new ink, anyway.
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Tyke? Sup, I'm Faith. [ she drops her bag on the floor, something metallic inside clanging sharply. ] How you wanna do this?
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You're the one putting on a show. [With a bag of what sounded like weapons, and that was pretty unusual from what Taylor's seen on board so far.] Can program you up some dummies or shit, you need that.
[Ordinarily she'd just offer to fight her herself, but keeping whole and uninjured seems a hell of a lot more important now she's head of security.]
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[ she unzips the bag, pulls out her knife and lays it on top; it's half open declaration, half preview. ]
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Alright. [She leans back against the wall, hands tucking into her hoodie pockets.] Show me what you've got.
SPEEDING THIS TAG ALONG so we don't have to keep threading PUNCHING, WATCHING, LATHER RINSE REPEAT
when she finally stops decimating the dummies she stops, breathing a little harder and thumbs a loose section of hair out of her face, then takes down her ponytail and fixes it just to give her something to do with her hands. ] So, got anything I can do?
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She'd already pegged Faith for a show off, and the state she leaves the dummies in is more testament to that - total destruction. Taylor can't deny that having that kind of power on the team would be more than useful, the amount of different abilities wandering around the ship, the threats they've had to deal with, but she's also got a lot of other Tranquility security experience under her belt - the incredibly boring, tedious kind.
She's quiet for a moment after Faith's finished, considering, then she nods.]
Yeah, I might. [It sounds like it could have an if on the end, and she pushes away from the wall to turn back to the control panel. The ruined dummies all disappear, replaced with one singular one, and Taylor looks back, jerks her chin towards it.] Take that one down. Minimal damage.
[A more complete construct would be a better example to test it, something that moved and maybe fought back, but it should be enough to just see if this chick even knew how to hold back.]
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Sure thing, boss. [ prison drummed iron inflexible control into faith; she needed to set her reputation in stone so people quit picking fights, but crippling somebody dumb enough to fuck with her for life didn't really fit into the murder rehab mold. she takes the dummy down with a few judicious moves, an elbow where a person would be tender and relying on her extra strength to get the rest done. just like riding a bike.
(she leaves out the casual breaking of a finger or two to really get the point home this time, though.)
she stands, turning her neck from side to side and rolling her shoulders until everything loosens up a little. when she speaks up, her tone is a little defensive, like she's waiting for a 'thanks but no thanks'. ]
Should probably tell you now my record's not exactly nice. Had to learn how to take somebody out fast without screwing them up too bad real fast in prison.
[ because she knows edgeworth works security, and like hell will he keep his mouth shut. if being an ex-con-- more specifically, an ex-murder-- is going to blow this whole chance, she wants to know now before it makes her feel like crap to get a no. ]
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The mention of prison doesn't necessarily surprise her, but it isn't a story she's heard before. The security team was ragtag - couldn't be anything else, with their circumstances - and Taylor already had several different world overviews or really out of the ordinary backstories floating around in her head. They couldn't be fussy about who they signed up, she'd told Edgeworth as much. They needed physical strength and skill, and Faith had that. But they also needed to not be batshit crazy, and while Taylor's gut was pretty steady on Faith being a good vote (maybe a touch of arrogance, some attitude, that slight edge of something out of control), she couldn't see chasing information Faith was offering as a bad thing.]
What were you in for?
[There's no judgement in how she says it. There were a lot of ways someone could end up in prison, and a lot of things in her own past that could probably have taken her there, if she hadn't been in the Academy.]
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[ for a second, faith looks defensive-- like she's ready to spit out a million excuses why her behavior is okay. but she actually wants this job, something to do and under it all, the command structure she functions best with. ]
Not gonna act like you shouldn't have some questions. Doubts, whatever. But I was jailbait when it happened, and I made some bad calls after. Hooked up with a guy who made sure I kept making them. [ she bites her lower lip, hard. ] Not saying I don't get blame because I was a kid or anything, but just so you have the scope. I was pretty out of control.
[ it's fairly clear from the tense set of her shoulders, the way she constantly reaches up to tuck hair behind her ears, that it's hard to talk about any of this in a non-combative and/or flippant way. ]
Been a good long while since I had any problems with control.
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But Faith was telling her now, straight up, not sugarcoating it or even trying to plead a case on why Taylor should ignore it and sign her up anyway. It goes a long way on top of what Taylor's already seen, on the gut instinct that Faith's a good call. And if she had been in prison already for what she'd done, there was nothing good in Taylor attempting to punish her further. Not when they were so far removed from any kind of normal situation in the first place.
Decided, finally, she takes a step forward from the wall, holding out one hand.]
Give me your comms.
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now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?
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[The sign up listing, the patrol rota, that information document block that kept getting passed around. Taylor was starting to feel like it was burned into her head, the routine of getting another rookie on the team, probably part of the reason why she skipped over telling Faith she was in and straight onto the logistics of it.
But thinking about the logistics reminds her of one team member in particular, gives her one last thing to say about Faith's stay in prison before she shelves it as information that doesn't get brought out unless it really has to.]
And if Edgeworth finds out about that and starts giving you crap, you send him to me.
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I can deal with Edgeworth. [ she stands, slinging the bag over her shoulder and dipping one shoulder in a shrug. ] He's a dick sometimes, but I've dealt with worse. And I guess he means well.
[ another shrug. ] Or whatever.
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He does. [Mean well. There were good intentions behind every overly argumentative thing that came out of Edgeworth's mouth, Taylor knew that. She holds Faith's device back out.] But he's not meant to be your problem.
[He was on the SEC team, and that made him Taylor's problem. And she dealt with it as best she could.]
You've got the sign up and the rota there. Information on what we've been through already. It'll take about a day for your tat to change over.
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[ taking responsibility, and accepting her deserved lumps without excuses or protest: these are not exactly skills faith was born with. ] Not saying I won't come to you if he makes it a drama, but you don't have to hold my hand. Dealt with worse, like I said.
[ she prods at her device, reading slowly. ] Been meaning to get some new ink, anyway.