She runs through the streets with eyes painted red

[undomesticated]

WHO: Riley and Balthazar
WHAT: Going for a run
WHERE: Around the town/possibly partially into the woods
WHEN: Day 65
WARNINGS: None. I'll be certain to update if required.

They hadn't set up a time, but she'd pinged Balthazar on the network, asking him if he could meet up with her outside her place. They could either run down to the lighthouse and along the beach, or they could go up towards the woods, though she wasn't sure how far she'd feel comfortable going into them.

She waited for him to show up, doing a few stretching warm up exercises. Accelerated healing or not, it didn't hurt to avoid having to deal with a charlie horse or any other kind of painful cramp. She hummed a tune to herself as she stretched, keeping her ears and nose open for her companion.

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[undomesticated]

"I guess I never thought about it from that perspective. I mean, about it being a family thing." It made sense when she did, but it certainly wouldn't have been the first place her mind went.

Spinning around, she looked out at the trees. "I guess even angels can get boned by some kind of interdimensional kidnappy scientists, huh?"

[tryingitall]

"Most humans don't." He's not exactly sure she's human, by this point, actually, but he figures she'll come clean when she's ready. It doesn't matter that much, either way. "And I'm the first to admit my siblings can be jackasses. But they're still family."

He laughs at the observation, and nods. "So it seems. I've registered my displeasure through some of the cameras, but evidently they're not afraid of me."

[undomesticated]

The jackass remark made her laugh. "Yeah, I can relate. My brothers can sometimes fit into the 'we can't be related' category."

She laughed even harder, looking over at him with one brow lifted. "You didn't moon the cameras, did you? Because that's not so much scary as just wrong."

[tryingitall]

He gapes at her a moment, slightly abashed for once in his life. "Good lord, you know me too well already."

A beat. "I mean, that's not all I did..."

[undomesticated]

She claps, laughing loudly at the look on his face. "Oh my god, Balthazar. You're too much."

The end of that statement had her returning his gape. She covered her eyes as though that would protect her brain from putting an image in it. "You did not!"

[tryingitall]

"What? No! Oh, god, that's not what I meant!" He sputters with laughter, going just a bit red. Usually he's shameless, but he really didn't mean to imply he flashed their captors.

"I just meant...I talked at them. Threatened and cursed? You know. Nothing people would pay to watch, I promise."

[undomesticated]

Was he blushing? Okay, that was kind of adorable. Debauched angel her non-furry ass.

"You've obviously never seen my mom with a good head of steam going. Her threats and curses are things of beauty." When and if she ever got to that point. Her mom had the patience of a saint, but when it finally broke and she got mad, she got mad.

[tryingitall]

He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, recovering from the moment. "All right, I suppose swearing can be performance art, but I'm not that skilled, alas. At least not in English. I'm much better with it in Enochian."

Everything's funnier in Enochian.

[undomesticated]

"Do you think they understand Enochian? Or anything other than English?" She turned to look at one of the many cameras dotted over the landscape, watching the lens spin as it felt like it was zooming in on her.

[tryingitall]

"Hard to say. I would think it would be practical for them to find a way to translate any language they might encounter here, if they're bringing people from multiple worlds. Can't have a bunch of us making secret plans in Aramaic and them never realizing we're conspiring."

[undomesticated]

"Do you speak Afrikaans or Portuguese?" She then went on at length at one of the cameras in Portuguese about their captors dubious parentage to anything resembling a human and their sexual preferences regarding monkeys, dogs, and a chicken.

[tryingitall]

"I speak a little of everything." Every human language, anyway. Although since his fall he occasionally has trouble coming up with words and switching from one language to another.

He tilts his head to listen to her diatribe, lips quirking into a grin. And he snickers when the chicken gets brought up. At the end, though, he shakes his head. "I'm sure that's cathartic, but there's no reason they should respond to pure insults. We'd have to come up with something to get their attention, to be sure whether they understand us."

[undomesticated]

"It was cathartic and probably as effective as you mooning them." She folded her arms, but she did feel better after having vented slightly at the general direction of the people holding them.

"Question is, what sort of thing would get their attention? Besides trying to leave?"

[tryingitall]

He snorts softly. "Right, fair point. Let's walk."

He falls into a slow gait, not quite in the direction they came from, but angled slightly toward town. "Damaging the equipment, maybe. I tried breaking a camera once, and it was repaired within a few hours, but if we could somehow hit every camera in town at once--or, failing that, a large number of them--I imagine it would get their notice."

[undomesticated]

Keeping up with him, she thought about that. "Okay, but to what end? Sure, we can possibly find a way to lights out a large chunk of the cameras, but what message are we sending? 'We hate your stupid cameras and we hate your faces'? I think they already know that. If we're going to do something like that, there has to be some sort of reasoning behind it, especially if we're going to bring other people into it."

She was okay with putting herself on the line, but she wouldn't ask anyone else to potentially be hurt, or worse, out of a fit of pique.