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

Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.

He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.

It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.

But he didn't even like her.

And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.

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Mikaela couldn't help but giggle. "Well, that's good!" she chirped, then followed Nena into the living room. "Okay," she said with a nod, looking around while (she thought) Nena was setting Haro up to broadcast through the TV. It was kind of weird to be in this house and know that a couple months ago it would've been A Teacher's House, but she wasn't in school anymore. Plus, Cross didn't even seem to be around right now; there was no reason to feel odd.

Finally, she flopped down on the couch, crossing her legs and watching Nena's turned back curiously.

It took a couple minutes, and a bit of fiddling with the settings on the television, but she managed to patch back in to the security network. She flicked through the cameras until she came to the one on Tieria's room; she rewinded the footage and stopped it when he appeared on screen.

"See... he's just sitting there, and then--" she let it play again-- "now he's gone! One frame to the next! The timestamp doesn't change or anything..." She sat back on her heels with a frustrated sigh.

Mikaela leaned forward, watching the footage intently. Her lips pursed in a frown, brows drawing. "Shit," she murmured, sitting back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "Like he just disappeared... Poofed outta there, or something." She'd never seen anything like it.

"It's the same with Nadleeh, too," she grumped. "And it just doesn't work like that! Even if you turn the cloaking on, it takes a couple of seconds to kick in! And it's not like Tieria has magic powers or something, you know?"

Mikaela frowned, tapping the fingers of one hand against her arm thoughtfully. "No, as far as I know, he doesn't," she muttered, though she wasn't willing to discount that he'd been keeping secrets from her, especially not right now.

"Maybe he had help...?" she mused. "I mean, he might not be magic, but there's plenty of people on the comm who are."

"I know more about him than you, and trust me, he doesn't," she said, nodding firmly. "And other people..." She stood up and turned around as the television went black, looking thoughtful and still holding Haro in her arms. "I dunno, I didn't think he knew anyone who could do something like that, and he definitely wouldn't trust that to anyone he didn't know!"

"Yeah..." Mikaela said with a nod, acknowledging that it was probably true. Despite how long Tieria'd been living with her, she still didn't really know much more about him than when he'd first moved in. If Nena said he wasn't magic, he wasn't magic.

She shrugged. "Maybe he was that desperate?" she suggested. It made her frown, though--he couldn't be desperate to get away from here, from her, could he? No, that couldn't be it. "Or maybe he has friends we didn't know about, or something..."

She scowled, resting her chin on Haro. "It's not fair! He never told me anything. He was always talking about-- about keeping things secret and protecting us, so I thought if he went back--" she clamped her mouth shut, not willing to say that she'd thought they'd go together.

"That you guys would all go together?" Mikaela finished softly. "What would be the, like, point of all the secrecy, right...?"

She nodded. "If he wasn't going to bring us back with him, why didn't he just off us?"

That made her scowl. "I don't think he's that ruthless." she hoped.

"It makes sense, right?" she said, looking at her curiously. "I mean, if we're not with him we might as well be against him. That's what we always got taught, so he probably learned the same kind of thing."

"Whoever taught you guys that was a jackass," Mikaela said frankly. "That's how friggin' Decepticons think, and it's bullshit."

She looked down at Haro, avoiding Mikaela's eyes. "Trust your brothers, everyone else is a target," she muttered. "That's what it-- I mean-- That's what it always was." She should be laughing at Mikaela, she knew, all that empathy stuff was total bullshit and she was a soldier so it was useless anyway-- but Cross bought her things even if she didn't whine for them and Shiro had cried when he'd thought she was dead, and Tieria was obnoxious and bitchy but he could have thrown them to the dogs so many times and he warned them instead--

She wished Johann were there. He would have told her what was right. But that was another thing, wasn't it? Don't get attached to anyone other than your brothers, because you never know when you might have to kill them. And then he'd gone and died, and Michael had almost done, so anyone could die, anyone, so don't get too close--

In the end she just scowled at the floor and kicked the television remote so hard it left a dent in the wall, which pretty accurately summed up her feelings.

Mikaela drew her legs up on the couch and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and watching Nena.

"I don't know...don't know what it's like, to think like that," she admitted quietly, realizing after the bang from the remote's impact made her jump that Nena wasn't going to say anything further. "I mean, I've never had to...to fight, or anything, except the cops that one time when I was a kid and then...the 'Cons. And it's pretty obvious when they're around, y'know? Can't really mistake them for, like, people."v

She nodded. "People say it's hard. Like, people are always posting questions about when it's right to kill or whatever, you know? But it's not hard at all. It's really simple. It's always been really simple."

She joined Mikaela on the couch, letting Haro free to fly around the room. She swung her legs a bit, then admitted, "But there's people I don't think I-- I mean. If I had to shoot them, it'd be hard."

Mikaela remained all curled up, looking over at Nena with a faint frown. "I don't...I really don't think it's that easy," she said. "I mean, for most people it wouldn't be that simple, I guess I can't say for everyone. Me, I don't think I could shoot anybody unless I really, really had to..."

Especially not a human. She hadn't had any trouble slicing Frenzy's head off, when she had to.

She nodded. "I know that. It's cause you're a civilian," she added, "so I guess it's not your fault. But people shoot each other all the time, in wars and attacks and stuff, so the only way to stop them is to shoot them back!" She paused, but the last time she'd said 'plus it's really fun' she'd ended up with a suspension and sessions with the guidance counselor, so she'd learned by now it was a no-go on this world. She may have been rather amoral and reckless, but she wasn't stupid.

"Yeah, I know," Mikaela said softly. "It's...it's almost like self-defense, you know? They'll kill you if you don't kill them first." Mikaela wasn't so sure if she felt that way about fighting other humans, but there was no doubt in her mind that 'Cons would wipe out everyone and everything if they didn't get stopped before they could.

"Something like that, anyway." She nodded firmly, as if seconding her own opinion, then looked at her with an unusually calculating glance.

"Hey, how much did Tieria ever tell you about what we do? Since you two are like best friends or whatever."

"Some," Mikaela said, winding from her little ball some. She leaned back on the couch, expression thoughtful as she tried to remember what, exactly, they'd all talked about. "...Okay, a lot. About, like...what you guys did, on your world, and the Gundams, and, uh. Well, a lot."

"Well, I figured the Gundams, since you've got-- you had one in the base." She shrugged, as if coming to a decision, and then said, "I'm made to fight, you know. That's why it's total bullshit he didn't take me!"

"...Made?" she repeated, brows furrowing. "What d'you mean...?"

"Exactly what it sounds like!" She stood up so she could put her hands on her hips, then began to pace irritably. "I'm not-- I don't think I'm human, you know. That's why he should have taken me, like I said! I'm like automatically better than everyone else!"

"That's what I thought."

Mikaela flopped back against the couch, watching her pace around with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Maybe there's other stuff he's worried about? Like, not fighting...?" she suggested, knowing it was pretty weak as she said it.

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