Truth comes out. (GM?)

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Gonna jump me if I was?" She asked, more annoyed at the lack of elaboration than the potential threat to her person. "What happened to them, anyway? I heard there was some battle but I haven't heard how it turned out, but it looks like they were wiped off the earth."

If that was true they really were all fucked. That was exaaactly what she wanted to hear. She made a passable growl and clenched a fist before relaxing.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah snirked.

"No. I dont beat up friends just because i dont like someone they hang out with."

He shrugged.

"They were wiped off the face of the earth. They dragonlands are nothing but a wasteland. Nobody there remains. People use their flags as toilet paper. Trust me, your associate is dead, or gone."

He leaned back, hoping that was indeed the case.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Not like you could beat me, anyway."

She managed a smirk but the expression quickly fled with a curse.

"Well that's just fucking lucky for the damned world, isn't it?" She sniped, sarcastically, though her irritation wasn't directed at him, but the news. The Dragons had been one of the most prominent resistance cells there had been. Now they were gone and she was betting the rest of the world didn't stand a chance. "The fuck is Strike up to, do you know?"

Might be a rather insensitive question, but she wasn't asking him to go through what he'd endured upon his capture. She was just wanting information. She'd been out of touch with her group for far too long, it was like walking blind.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah eyed her.

"No clue."

Not true...but not a lie. He had a plethora of information he was able to glean while he was under the knife but...none that would make any sense. He would run a hand over his head and scratch for a moment at the back.

"What do you mean? Lucky for the world? It's not like they were making much headway..."

Again...not entirely true. But...he had a pretty pessimistic view of things.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The woman exhaled, long and slow. She was still for a moment before rising to a sitting position, one leg tucked beneath herself. No clue. Fair enough, she would just have to start from ground zero, then. She didn't bother to hold onto the towel as her eyes bored into him, but she stood and ruffled a hand through her hair, the skin where the stitches were holding it together a still-angry red. Not infected, though.

"Not entirely, no, but we had better chances."

She shook her head and padded off for his room, throwing her towel on the floor to catch some of the lingering water.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would let his eyes roam over her form, mostly to stop on her wound. He wasn't a doctor but it looked fine to him. He would bring his eyes back up to her before he stood to follow.

"What do you mean?"

He wasnt angry or irritated just...curious. He liked the world the way it was. Nobody bothered him. He didnt want it to get more fucked......After all, it was just the right amount.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Just that Strike isn't what the world needs. And if they were still around our chances of finishing him, at least, were better than they are without them."

She helped herself to a shirt of his. She didn't care she was naked, or the shirt was huge. It was more to ensure she didn't get chilled while damp; sliding into it, she only buttoned one or two before slinking back out of the room, around him, in that distinctly feline gait despite being on two legs. Then she made for his fridge.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Mmm."

He let her slide by him, watching her walk but staying where he was. He turned his eyes back to his room and walked into it, grabbing some shorts and throwing them on. He turned back and followed her, leaning against the door frame.

"You don't sound like some kitty that lost her way. You walk, talk and act with control. Your strong, which means your not run of the mill either. What's your name?"

Unless she wants him to keep calling her Veira.

[Kyrie Blaze]

She pulled her hair out from beneath the shirt, glancing back with an eyebrow arched.

"You're right. I'm not." She disappeared behind the fridge door, and Jeremiah would be able to hear the clink of glass before the familiar pop of a top. She wandered back out to set the beer down and mop up the water with her towel as she spoke. "Taerra. Veira's close in sound but doesn't get you any cigars. You?"

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Jeremiah."

He watched her as she cleaned, quiet satisfied that she felt it was her fault. Still, he didn't say anything about it.

"Your from Seattle. You live up there?"

There was a reason he didnt. Too many people. Things seemed to be a bit better up there as far as economics. There was still a war but...the area wasnt nearly as devastating. Oregon and Washington were two of about seven states that seemed to pull through the war okay.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Clever man." She replied, sarcasm dripping. That kind of thing went hand in hand. She threw the sopping wet towel at him so he could hang it or toss it in the laundry basket. Clearly, she wasn't his maid, and her manner wasn't apologetic or guilty.

Still, he could think what he wanted.

"I lead a resistance cell up there. We helped supply Mathew when he made his runs. It was an amicable understanding, but, nothing special. I was hoping for intel and a chance to strengthen those ties, but that ship's sailed."

She was really tempted to just get the hell out of this place and start her hunt. But there had been no trace of Teague. She'd put the soldier up in the tree and he wasn't going anywhere. And the chances of the other soldiers in search being smart enough to look up into a tree for a dead man's body? She didn't think they were that clever.

Either way, she was intelligent enough to know she needed a few more days of rest.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

"To me, your from seattle. That doesnt mean you live there. You could have been there for a time. Smart ass."

He would catch the towel and blink at the flecks of water that hit him after, letting out a growl.

"That...was not nice."

He turned and walked into his room, sticking it in a bin. He spoke out while he did so.

"So...Dragons were your allies then? Would you like to go see their territory? Maybe try and pick up the pieces, figure out what happened?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Never knew you were such a pussy, Jeremiah." She snirked at him. No. It wasn't nice. But she wasn't always a nice person. She really wasn't 'nice' most of the time, either.

"I figure that's my plan, yeah. Then there's the body I left up in the tree."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

He laughed from the other room.

"I am what I eat, it's true."

Only good comback one could give to getting called a pussy. Of course, she might have meant cat, in which case...it was still funny.

"Well...Since we got that part for my bike yesterday, we can ride over there and check it out if you want."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Either worked. Good to know he could take the banter well even after a small length of time. So Taerra grinned with an amused chortle.

She had to think about his offer, but wound up shrugging. If something happened she'd just turn feline and deal with things that way. And Jeremiah would lose a shirt, but, shit happened.

"Why not."