trinities | RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

Mikaela knocked once before walking right in, not even thinking about how weird it was to just cruise inside somewhere she'd never been inside before. Right now, it didn't matter.

She was looking pretty upset herself, her hair in a messy ponytail, traces of makeup still smeared around her eyes and on her cheeks, where she hadn't washed it all away before coming. Under almost any other circumstances, she probably would have spent more time making herself look presentable, but right now, she didn't really care.

"Nena?" she called out, voice a little hesitant, looking around and wondering where she was, exactly.

"I'm in here," she called from the kitchen. Mikaela would be able to see her room on the way down the hall, and although Nena herself didn't look much the worse for wear, her room was an absolute mess from an earlier tantrum; the bedside lamp was smashed, and Haro was rolling around gleefully in the mess, shouting "Going to be in trouble! Going to be in trouble!".

Mikaela headed for her voice, though she stopped for a second to stare at Haro rolling around. She'd talked to Lockon's Haro a couple of times, but she'd never actually seen one in the circuits before, and the sight disarmed her pretty well.

She was still looking confused when she found her way into the kitchen, asking, "Did you know there's a talking beachball rolling around in one of the rooms back there?" instead of whatever it was she'd planned to say.

She giggled a bit in spite of herself. "That's Haro. Is he still trying to knock things over?" Sometimes having an AI with an abnormally mean personality circuit was more fun than people would expect. Especially when you were in the worst bad mood since-- the worst bad mood in a while.

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"Oh! Okay!" She let out a sheepish little laugh. "I didn't see. He looked like he was just rolling around on the floor, mostly."

She looked back over her shoulder, as if she could see him from here, but there was no chance. Turning back, she walked over to the table and plopped down in a chair.

"He does that a lot," she said absently. She looked back at the cake again, frowning slightly, as if she were waiting for it to tell her something.

Then she folded her arms and dropped her chin onto them with an aggravated sigh. "I don't get it," she said; it was a pretty general statement from her end, encompassing the cake, his departure, what the heck he thought he was trying to pull, and pretty much any other Tieria-related business you could come up with.

Mikaela took a moment to look at it now--it was a hell of a cake, there was no doubt about that. It looked delicious, and she had absolutely zero desire to try some of it.

She propped her chin on one fist and looked past the confection to Nena. "I don't either," she muttered. "What could he have been thinking...?"

"I dunno. And he's not on Earth any more, not anywhere on this world." She got up and went to the cabinet with the plates; then she paused, rummaged in a drawer, and came back with two forks. She stuck one directly into the cake and chewed the bite she got with grim determination.

"He took Nadleeh, didn't he."

Mikaela reached over and took the other fork, fiddling with it while she answered. "Yeah. That's why the army guys called me. 'Cause the whole thing just...up and disappeared, just like that. I guess they wanted to see if knew if he'd had anything planned..."

Her eyes had gotten distant as she said it, and she was suddenly worried she was going to start crying again, like she had this morning when the frantic phone call woke her up. Scowling, she jabbed her fork into the cake and yanked a bite free.

"Jerk." She took another bite. "Fucking jerk. You know what he probably did, right? He went back to our world! That Doctor guy said Feldt was gone too, she's an engineer. He took his Gundam and he went back--" she stabbed the fork into the cake like a knife, her fist clenched around the handle-- "and he left me here!"

She wasn't worried about crying. She hadn't cried, really cried, since she'd thought both her brothers were dead-- oh, she'd bawled her eyes out to get people on her side or make them sympathetic, but she didn't mean it. But she was trembling with anger, fork still stabbed into the cake.

"That's gotta be it," Mikaela mused after she'd swallowed her mouthful of cake. "I mean, they wouldn't go to, like, another world, right? There's nothing wrong with this one." This one was where she was, but she didn't want to say that; it sounded pretty selfish.

She scooped another bite out of the cake, but just held it, looking at Nena through half-lidded eyes. "Who does he think he is?" she asked softly. "Just leaving like that, not telling anyone, not giving anybody any say in it. Where does he get off?!"

"He's a dick and it's not fair!" She scooped into the cake and shoved some in her mouth, coughing as she tried to swallow far too much at once. "What does he think, that we'll just go 'okay, you have something to do, go do it while we wait here'!? I want to go back if we're going, and if he tries to leave me here forever I'll--" she slammed the fork on the table as she thought. "I'll do something really drastic!"

"Whoa, Nena, don't choke--" Mikaela said quickly, looking alarmed, but she subsided when the other girl kept on talking. She wouldn't be able to keep talking if she was gonna die from cake.

"You won't be stuck here forever," she said sulkily, sitting back in her chair. "I mean, he'll start posting again eventually, right? So we'll track him down and I'll take you there myself, if I gotta. Show him what he gets for running off like that." She popped the bite in her mouth finally, chewing with determination.

"It's not safe," she said bitterly, still motoring her way through the cake. "He always said it wasn't safe to go back, that's why we had to be in hiding, that's why he always yelled at me for telling people stuff-- AND I BELIEVED HIM!" She yelled the last part, slamming her hand on the table. "And he was probably just trying to leave me here and get rid of me all along! Why the hell else would he go back without saying anything?"

She paused, then declared, "If I'm staying here, we're going to go kill some of those Decepticon things for real. I'll do so much damage he'll have to come back."

She wanted to pipe up, to say that he wouldn't do something like that, there had to be some reason, and then stopped herself. After all, who was she kidding? She knew Tieria well enough to know that if he had something in mind--some plan, some goal--and he was really determined to see it through, he'd do whatever he had to get it done. If, for whatever reason, he thought Nena and everyone else here would get in the way, he'd leave them behind.

"I dunno," she muttered, stabbing at the cake again. "I don't fucking know."

She looked up from her cake mutilation, then actually laughed, though it was a short sound. "Sounds like a friggin' plan," she snarled, pissed enough herself to like the sound of that.

"He even locked me out," she said, her voice taking on a hint of whine. "He messed with the base security system so I can't even see the right part of the security tapes!" It didn't feel tampered with, but he had disappeared from one frame to the next, so he must have altered it, right? She was starting to feel a bit sick, but kept eating anyway, determined to... prove whatever it was she was trying to prove by devouring it. There was a little voice in the back of her head saying: he didn't tell you, that just proves he doesn't trust you-- but he didn't tell Mikaela, he didn't tell Lockon, and that's just strange, he must have something up his sleeve. She ignored it; it was sounding far too logical for her current mood.

"S'what I always did," she mumbled, eyeballing another bite before swallowing it. "Me and Miha-nii would fight and-- and Johann-nii would send us to do target practice until we felt better."

"...Shit, really?" Mikaela hadn't heard anything about that, though it probably wasn't surprising that the Army guys wouldn't want to admit that something was up with their security footage. All she'd been told was that he and his Gundam had up and disappeared, all at once and without warning.

If it'd occurred to her, she might have asked how Nena had been able to see the security footage when she couldn't.

As it was, she only shook her head, hand clenching into a tense fist around the fork. "That means he doesn't want anyone to know where he's going, I guess," she muttered, tapping the fork against the table. "Won't even give us a chance to figure it out and follow him."

She reached out and snagged another bite of her own. "That makes sense, actually. I think Ratchet made 'Hide do something like that once. You can still see the black streaks where he was blowing up rocks, 'steada blowing up somebody at the base, I guess."

"We'd shoot up asteroids. Or there was a shooting range on the-- the ship, for handguns. I'm not supposed to tell anyone anything but I'm not going to do what he says any more!" she said, staring at her next bite.

"I don't care any more," she declared, shoving it down her throat. "My head hurts from trying to find him and I'm tired and if he wants to get himself killed wherever he is, that's not my problem!" She did care, which just made her angry that she cared-- it was just that he had gone back to their world and she hadn't, that was all. Nothing to do with the fact she'd almost started getting along-- no, getting accustomed to him. It wasn't that at all.

Mikaela nodded, listening intently and chewing on another bite of the cake as she did. "Sounds cool," she said, quiet but sincere. In fact, that sounded like a pretty damn awesome way to let off steam.

"Fuck him," Mikaela muttered, stabbing her fork into the cake and letting it stand there, handle pointing up in the air at an angle. "If he wants to run off without anybody but Feldt, why should we even care, right? Fuck. Him. He deserves whatever might happen to him out in wherever the hell he is."

Harsh words, maybe, and she couldn't help a twinge of regret as soon as she said them, but she didn't take them back. She was still pissed.

One more bite and she threw the fork down on the table, looking sick. "It isn't even good any more," she grumbled. Haro, apparently tired of being left alone, flapped his way into the room, still talking about how much trouble she was going to be in; she picked the fork up again and tossed it at him halfheartedly. "If you're going to be a jerk go away, I'm not in the mood!"

She scowled down at the table then, a new thought in her mind. "Why her? I'm better at programming than she is and he likes you, so why her?"

Mikaela turned to look at Haro, but she wasn't really seeing him, just kind of responding to intrusion. She frowned as she turned to face Nena again, jerking her own fork out for one last bite before laying it down on the table.

"I don't know," she muttered, running one hand through her hair. "I'm sure he's got some stupid reason for it that he thinks makes sense." Her frown turned into a scowl. "One he won't bother to tell us unless we drag it out of him."

"He never tells anyone anything," she grumped, her chin in her hands again. "He's got a stick up his ass and he doesn't tell anyone anything, even if they need to know." She scowled at the repetition of what she'd already said, but bitching was easier than accepting that she was upset. "Doesn't it just make you want to smash things?"

"Sounds about right," Mikaela muttered, poking at the fork with one fingers, pushing it around the tabletop. She nodded her scowl baring teeth now. "It kinda does, yeah. Or at least smack him around a little, until he understands that he can't do shit like this to people who care about him!"

Mikaela had no problem accepting that she was upset, clearly.

She swung her feet, staring at the table. "...People who care about him, huh?"

Mikaela looked up, brows furrowed. "...Yeah. Well, I mean, I do, anyway..."

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