Last night was bad. I ended up staggering in at 11 a.m. this morning, looking like enough hell that Brad got over his "you melted people's brains with your rage yesterday" thing enough to say that I looked like hell and I should quit my Nexus boyfriend if he left me like this. I told him it was already done and then took a long shower. It took me 10 minutes to get all the blood out from under my fingernails.
But then I felt London Aya getting physically attacked by two people trying to shut down his telepathy as well. I Portalled over--dressed, you pervs--and took them down, ripped the information of who they worked for and why they wanted Aya from their heads, knocked them out, left them to a surprised Aya to be restrained, Portalled to fucking Cardiff
to steal out the records and recordings they had there and kill a technician, and Portal back for the two luckless bastards unfortunate to attack someone who belonged to me. (Yay, time-warping abilities of Portals!)
He wanted answers. Very Aya of him. I Portalled all of us off the street and into the hotel room we liked to get for his lessons. Fortunately for any innocents out there, nobody had the room at the time. I swear, if anybody had been in there, I would have defenestrated 'em if I didn't just melt their brains and toss 'em in a closet.
Eszett is dead. Nobody else has been able to scrape up the money and mojo to be as big as they were. But little organizations are operating under the radar now, and Aya's recently focused ability had come to their attention. The British Isles in particular have a lot of little talents, and now that Aya's little talent isn't amorphous and unconscious it's rising above the pack. They wanted it. They'd start looking at Schwarz soon if Brad got serious about taking higher profile gigs as what we really are or even if we just advertised Farf as a freak lightning thrower.
Aya figures this means more may be coming after him in the future, and he's probably right. I told him that that's why I stripped their surveillance center raw and intend to hand in the material and our two attackers to Brad and Farf for deep questioning. Aya demanded he get data as well, since he's in danger. I reminded him that Brad didn't give a rat's ass about him. He reminded me that I did. We argued a lot, and then we kissed for about three minutes, with passion and with tongue.
Poor Aya. He'd figured that all his passion had died a slow death as his Yohji had dragged him and their relationship through the mud years ago. He's with Ken now, but it's more because Ken loves him
than because he feels anything other than some vague attachment to him. Being attracted like this to anyone, let alone me, is throwing him for a loop. I took advantage of his shock at his own actions to tell him that I'd give him a synopsis later. Then I Portalled away with the stooges to Chez Schwarz.
Farf looked very happy to get fresh meat to play with. Seeing him was... very difficult. I have to remember that he's him, not him
. Being able to feel him makes a difference at least.
As I handed over the surveillance stuff and records and told Brad the lowdown, he
looked like he was nearly getting hornier. Getting a challenge, having a one-up on an enemy, and seeing me become a more versatile operative in his employ now that I can Portal are all making him happier and more vital. I gave him that, and he knows it. I couldn't help getting a smile on my face watching him during that.
Yeah, everybody else is warring with Iron Man
. I'll just stay on my couch with beer and munchies and watch from a distance.