Amanda and Topaz (Backdated)
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xp_logsThe not-so-stealth couch napper is "caught" by Amanda pulling a late night on hammer research. The conversation, inevitably, turns to Adam Destine. Backdated to June 8th.
Amanda yawned and peered through the magnifying glass at the picture in her hand. Yep, still a hammer. The image was too fuzzy to pick up any markings on it and she'd been poring through various books on Asgardian lore (pre- and post-Thor's coming to Earth) to see if there was mention of multiple magical hammers. Unfortunately, she was coming up empty. She laid down the picture and reached for her tea, making a face as she realised it was stone cold and remembering she'd made it several hours ago.
The suite door cracked open slowly, and Topaz nearly backed straight out when she realized there was a light on in the living room. Too late now, though - whichever one was awake had definitely already noticed. She sighed, slipping into the suite and raising an eyebrow when she saw Amanda. "Up a bit late, aren't you?" she asked dryly. She wasn't actually sure what time it was, just that the books were starting to look fuzzy which meant it was probably time to sleep.
"Apparently." Amanda gave a wry grin. "Apparently the security footage of that whole Asgard thing in District X was too gripping to put down?" She put the magnifying glass down and scooped up the various papers littering the couch. "Make yourself at home. You want Angie's penguin? She leaves it out special for you now."
Great, I've gotten predictable. "I'll get back to you on the penguin." She leaned against the wall, watching Amanda clean up. "Nothing like a good mystical disaster to keep you up into ungodly hours."
"And it's a regular thing here, unfortunately,." Amanda dumped her research into a pile on the coffee table. "So what's yours? I've told you mine."
Couch cleared, Topaz went to sit in her usual corner, drawing her legs up slightly. "Same old, same old. Decided to do some preemptive research when Doug posted about that fisherman in Alaska and the hammer. So far the only thing I've figured out is that there are a lot more mythical hammers than I would've thought before this."
"So much for the 'Loki made a duplicate Mjolnir to mess with Thor' theory, huh? Making one would have been hard enough, but not a bunch. Even for Loki." Amanda wrinkled her nose. "I really thought we had something there."
"What, and make it that easy? You know the universe hates us too much for that." Topaz reached for the capped energy drink in the side pocket of her bag, then stopped. "It's sad how low the bar for easy is. Asgard and actual gods? Nice, clean, simple solution."
"And of course, the Asgardian-on-call is nowhere to be found. Because, again, that would make things easier."
"Funny how that seems to work." Topaz rolled her eyes, sighing. "Everyone just goes off the radar until it's convenient for them to come back."
"Speaking of which... Adam Destine's still off the radar," Amanda remarked, apparently casually but well aware he'd been on Topaz' mind lately, given the amount of time she'd been spending on their couch. Plus the nightmares from which she usually woke with a cry.
Topaz was suddenly a little too interested in getting what was clearly an empty drink from her bag. "Yeah? I think that's the opposite - more convenient for him to stay off it."
"For us, yeah. Tho' I'd prefer to have him out and dealt with. You too, yeah?"
"Yeah. No." Topaz sighed, still turning the can in her hands. "I don't know. I don't... I'm scared." The words were admitted in a low mumble as she sank back on the couch. It wasn't exactly a secret (anyone could guess that from the time she was spending on the couch), but saying it out loud was different.
"So am I," was Amanda's response. "Bloody fucking terrified, actually. But I do know, for me at least, it'll be better to get him in front of me than wait around for him to pop out from under the bed like the bloody boogeyman." She gave Topaz a small, wry sort of grin. "You mileage may vary, as the internet says."
Her wry grin was met with a half quirked smile. "I'd probably sleep better if I knew he wasn't going to come jumping out of the shadows or try to hurt someone else. It's weirdly exhausting spending every minute of the day wondering if this is when the other shoe's going to drop."
"It sucks," Amanda agreed. "And I've done it a few times. We are still looking for the bastard. He's just slipperier than Boris Johnson's... anything."
Topaz coughed down a laugh. "Yeah. I know." She ran a hand through her hair, fingers winding around the ends. "Worse comes to worse, I still know where Taboo is, and I'm not against using him as live bait."
"We could just do that for fun, you know."
Amanda yawned and peered through the magnifying glass at the picture in her hand. Yep, still a hammer. The image was too fuzzy to pick up any markings on it and she'd been poring through various books on Asgardian lore (pre- and post-Thor's coming to Earth) to see if there was mention of multiple magical hammers. Unfortunately, she was coming up empty. She laid down the picture and reached for her tea, making a face as she realised it was stone cold and remembering she'd made it several hours ago.
The suite door cracked open slowly, and Topaz nearly backed straight out when she realized there was a light on in the living room. Too late now, though - whichever one was awake had definitely already noticed. She sighed, slipping into the suite and raising an eyebrow when she saw Amanda. "Up a bit late, aren't you?" she asked dryly. She wasn't actually sure what time it was, just that the books were starting to look fuzzy which meant it was probably time to sleep.
"Apparently." Amanda gave a wry grin. "Apparently the security footage of that whole Asgard thing in District X was too gripping to put down?" She put the magnifying glass down and scooped up the various papers littering the couch. "Make yourself at home. You want Angie's penguin? She leaves it out special for you now."
Great, I've gotten predictable. "I'll get back to you on the penguin." She leaned against the wall, watching Amanda clean up. "Nothing like a good mystical disaster to keep you up into ungodly hours."
"And it's a regular thing here, unfortunately,." Amanda dumped her research into a pile on the coffee table. "So what's yours? I've told you mine."
Couch cleared, Topaz went to sit in her usual corner, drawing her legs up slightly. "Same old, same old. Decided to do some preemptive research when Doug posted about that fisherman in Alaska and the hammer. So far the only thing I've figured out is that there are a lot more mythical hammers than I would've thought before this."
"So much for the 'Loki made a duplicate Mjolnir to mess with Thor' theory, huh? Making one would have been hard enough, but not a bunch. Even for Loki." Amanda wrinkled her nose. "I really thought we had something there."
"What, and make it that easy? You know the universe hates us too much for that." Topaz reached for the capped energy drink in the side pocket of her bag, then stopped. "It's sad how low the bar for easy is. Asgard and actual gods? Nice, clean, simple solution."
"And of course, the Asgardian-on-call is nowhere to be found. Because, again, that would make things easier."
"Funny how that seems to work." Topaz rolled her eyes, sighing. "Everyone just goes off the radar until it's convenient for them to come back."
"Speaking of which... Adam Destine's still off the radar," Amanda remarked, apparently casually but well aware he'd been on Topaz' mind lately, given the amount of time she'd been spending on their couch. Plus the nightmares from which she usually woke with a cry.
Topaz was suddenly a little too interested in getting what was clearly an empty drink from her bag. "Yeah? I think that's the opposite - more convenient for him to stay off it."
"For us, yeah. Tho' I'd prefer to have him out and dealt with. You too, yeah?"
"Yeah. No." Topaz sighed, still turning the can in her hands. "I don't know. I don't... I'm scared." The words were admitted in a low mumble as she sank back on the couch. It wasn't exactly a secret (anyone could guess that from the time she was spending on the couch), but saying it out loud was different.
"So am I," was Amanda's response. "Bloody fucking terrified, actually. But I do know, for me at least, it'll be better to get him in front of me than wait around for him to pop out from under the bed like the bloody boogeyman." She gave Topaz a small, wry sort of grin. "You mileage may vary, as the internet says."
Her wry grin was met with a half quirked smile. "I'd probably sleep better if I knew he wasn't going to come jumping out of the shadows or try to hurt someone else. It's weirdly exhausting spending every minute of the day wondering if this is when the other shoe's going to drop."
"It sucks," Amanda agreed. "And I've done it a few times. We are still looking for the bastard. He's just slipperier than Boris Johnson's... anything."
Topaz coughed down a laugh. "Yeah. I know." She ran a hand through her hair, fingers winding around the ends. "Worse comes to worse, I still know where Taboo is, and I'm not against using him as live bait."
"We could just do that for fun, you know."
