Post by Violet Schultz on Feb 21, 2010 10:39:09 GMT -5
In Down the Rabbit Hole...Tim walked along side Violet and tugged his gloves on before he pressed his mask to his face and attached it, his mind choosing his next words carefully; "Okay, other than the surface noise she puts out, whats your take on this, as a situation, at face value?"
What he wanted to know was, other than her well hidden frustration at the girl's interest in Will, (who had told him of the now budding relationship between the two pyros) what did she think of "Jetta" and the situation as a whole, since Robin had grown to trust Darkbrand's powers of reasoning and reading a situation and the people in it quickly and thus far accurately.
After all, a good leader used his resources as best as he could right?
And on that note: "Also, are you going to be able to keep things clear? I know she's attracted to Blaze, or at least likes to flirt with him, but you and I both know he only has eyes for and his heart seems to be set on you..."
With Will, it was simple, he was pretty much open honest and straightforward with them, and with his constant looking after them, the trust in the young Lycan had built quickly and firmly, with good reason, and Tim didn't see any need to doubt it, and he was pretty sure that Violet had no reason to doubt it either...
"At face value, it's hard to believe her claim that she came from the future, given that it is time travel we're talking about here," she said. "But considering the events concerning Starfire and time travel, along with the things that she was carrying, I would call it plausible. In any case, I think it would be the best idea to keep an eye on her and make sure that it's safe to have her around."
At his next words, her jaw clenched infinitesimally. She hated that he could see through her like that, and she hated even more that he had a point. Still, she had purposely left her character traits and Violet's opinion of her personally out of the assessment. It would've been less than complementary, and she knew that it would've been a skewed opinion. Her voice was level when she answered, though there was a hint of strain that came from keeping a tight leash on her emotion, the most prominent of which being irritation.
"I can't pretend that I like her as a person," she said tightly. "If I was to give you my opinion of the people involved, it wouldn't be impartial, and therefore wouldn't be helpful in any way."
She turned the corner and entered the garage, her eye seeking her motorcycle, nicknamed Spitfire.