[ That would explain why Pyrrha found Ren Jr. happily traipsing around in the bushes just outside the McCeres a block away from their building. Feeling the cybuddy squirm around in her purse, doing its best impression of a genuinely restless puppy, she again makes an effort to guide Jaune back toward their front door. ]
It’s okay. You know how impulsive he is. It’s his programming. [ She can’t quite get the hang of referring to their little friend as “it”, even if Ren Jr. is, for all intents and purposes, biologically sexless. ] Quit beating yourself up over what’s done and try to breathe.
[ As soon as they get inside, Pyrrha’ll show him what’s in her bag. ]
[ He reluctantly lets Pyrrha guide him to their apartment, but her words aren't reaching him at all. He's slouching as he can't help but worry. ]
But how am I expected to lead us in this strange world if I can't even look after one little puppy? I mean, yeah, it's a robot and all, but he was a part of us, right?
[ Because Nora insisted and neither Jaune nor Pyrrha had the wherewithal to refuse her. ]
By learning from your mistakes and being more careful in the future. You did notice, Jaune. And you immediately tried to make it right. That’s not nothing.
[ At least he’s pliable to being led. Softly, she shuts the door behind them and takes a moment to slip out of her jacket and scarf before setting her purse down. By now, Ren Jr. has had enough of captivity and forcing its way out of her bag, unhappily worming out of the opening and prancing excitedly around the table. Its bark hits an effective middle between mechanical and adorably puppy-ish. His petting sensors long for your touch, Jaune!! If Ren Jr. could, he’d force his head under Jaune’s hand. As it is, all the cybuddy can do is yap... demandingly.
[ Oh, Pyrrha, you always know the right thing to say. You're so incredibly wise beyond your years, and talented unlike no other, and Jaune is only the man he is today because of you. His eyes light up with newfound confidence, and just when he's about to vocalize something along those lines-- ]
--Ren Jr.!! [ He gasps in disbelief. ] It's.. it's him! It's really him! [ He picks him up, holding the pup high up as he jumps around his partner in joy. Look, it's been a stressful day. ] I can't believe you found him!
[ Once he's done with the theatrics, it's time to be responsible again. He sets one knee down on the floor and puts the pup down, then sternly points his finger at Ren Jr. ]
Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You're in so much trouble, mister!
Bad dog, bad! You're grounded! I can ground pets, right? --grounded!
You... you....... cute little thing, you..... oh, I can't be mad at you. [ He starts petting Ren Jr. again. Oh wait, Pyrrha's still here. ] --Hey, speaking of which, I think I owe you a dinner. [ That was directed towards his partner. He's pointing at Pyrrha, y'know, just for clarification. ]
[ Some would say it’s rude to point, Jaune. Pyrrha, for her part, endures it gracefully. Without Ren, they take turns cooking (with less than edible results on occasion) but the thought of having it taken care of for her for a night is, well. Nice. Kneeling down beside Jaune, she joins in, giving Ren Jr. a quick rub behind the ears. (She’s gotten used to petting its solid metal exterior the same way she would a flesh-and-bones dog with fur, but Pyrrha is still careful to keep her touches light. Just in case. Semblance and all that.) ]
Yeah, you do.
[ Playfully, she nudges him with her elbow. ]
We’ll order in Greek. [ Shhh. It’s not symbolic or anything. ]
[ He nudges back, amused with her joke. Was she joking? It was funny either way. At least she got his attention back, now that his eyes are on her again instead of the dog. ]
I was thinking something more along the lines of a McCeres jalapeno chicken burger, buuut ladies choice and all.
[ There is no way she’s putting any of that in her perfect body, okay. Appreciatively, she smiles, because Jaune's attention is right where she likes it. ]
I think McCeres has done enough damage for right now.
[ Another nudge, far more affectionate than chiding, and she rises to her feet again. All their food delivery flyers are tucked away in a drawer somewhere, but Nora moves things on a regular basis and the flyer drawer is never the same one twice. ]
Hey, c'mon, you say that like I'm guaranteed to mess up. [ Which he is. Ahh, goodbye wallet...
And wow, it really says a lot about their state of living if they have an entire drawer dedicated to food delivery flyers. Worse yet, it keeps changing?!? NORA... ]
Just... have a little faith! [ Here he is, trying to act cool again. ]
[ Man, if you could only see the smile on his face! It's a lasting one, as he presses on with his own search across the room. He's not sure why he's looking inside the utensil drawers in the kitchen, though.
[ Not exactly. He turns to her, showing her what he has in his hands. His expression is... bewildered, at first. Is this a good thing or not?!? ]
...Coupons.
Just... coupons for candy. Coupons for ice cream. Coupons for chocolate. [ He looks down to confirm this last one, then looks at Pyrrha again. ] Coupons for syrup?
[ Reaching down, she takes the coupon for syrup from him, examining it in more detail. The act puts them in proximity, her chin inches away from his shoulder. It’s a comfortable thing, however, not needing to be commented on unduly. Peering down at the coupon, Pyrrha reads out - ]
“Save two credits on your next purchase of Mrs. Lardsworth Pumpernickel and Raspberry Syrup, found in the coffee aisle.”
[ Seriously, Jaune. Your kneecaps will be forfeit if you even touch Nora’s diary. Gently, she relieves him of the rest of the coupons, sets them back in the drawer, and closes it with a soft click. Adding, then, ]
Besides, Nora keeps it very well hidden. Our room at Beacon was a lot smaller than this. [ If he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon her journal then... ]
Oh c'mon, it's not like I was gonna look, Pyrrha! I'm honourable, you know! [ He grew up with seven sisters, he has totally learned to respect ~SECRET DIARIES~ ]
Buuuuut... I'm just saying, like, what-- what if it fell, and it accidentally opened a page. And it revealed that she's a robot from the future.
[ Pyrrha has yet to meet Penny, after all, so she’s not yet adjusted to the worldbuilding-important detail that robots can have an aura of their own. Still, despite her own very utter certainly that this would never happen, Pyrrha gives up on her search for a moment to answer his question as legitimately as possible. ]
Well, in this situation, is that Nora our friend or our enemy? Why wouldn’t she tell us about who she really is?
[ “A robot from the future” can imply a number of different allegiances. ]
Well... maybe... [ This is a fun exercise in creative thinking, isn't it? He's just going to talk out of his ass here. Let the record show that he loves his team mate Nora to bits. ]
...maybe she's a robot from the future, sent back in time to destroy the savior of mankind before they have a chance to be born! The target? The future resistance leader's mother... Pyrrha Nikos!
Yeah... Yeah! You! [ He's circling her as he's elaborating on this blatant rip-off of a movie franchise. ]
Because think about it! Why not? I mean, this is supposed to be in the distant future, right? We probably wouldn't be around by then, but you... yeah, you're the strongest person I know today! It makes sense that it would be someone from your bloodline.
...Man, I should start charging for this stuff. But first I gotta write the rest of it!
...so, my daughter is the leader of the resistance.
[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
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It’s okay. You know how impulsive he is. It’s his programming. [ She can’t quite get the hang of referring to their little friend as “it”, even if Ren Jr. is, for all intents and purposes, biologically sexless. ] Quit beating yourself up over what’s done and try to breathe.
[ As soon as they get inside, Pyrrha’ll show him what’s in her bag. ]
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But how am I expected to lead us in this strange world if I can't even look after one little puppy? I mean, yeah, it's a robot and all, but he was a part of us, right?
[ .....A-And why is it named Ren Jr again? ]
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By learning from your mistakes and being more careful in the future. You did notice, Jaune. And you immediately tried to make it right. That’s not nothing.
[ At least he’s pliable to being led. Softly, she shuts the door behind them and takes a moment to slip out of her jacket and scarf before setting her purse down. By now, Ren Jr. has had enough of captivity and forcing its way out of her bag, unhappily worming out of the opening and prancing excitedly around the table. Its bark hits an effective middle between mechanical and adorably puppy-ish. His petting sensors long for your touch, Jaune!! If Ren Jr. could, he’d force his head under Jaune’s hand. As it is, all the cybuddy can do is yap... demandingly.
In a casual tone, Pyrrha adds, ]
He didn't wander far.
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--Ren Jr.!! [ He gasps in disbelief. ] It's.. it's him! It's really him! [ He picks him up, holding the pup high up as he jumps around his partner in joy. Look, it's been a stressful day. ] I can't believe you found him!
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Actually, he found me. I think he wanted to go to McCeres.
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Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You're in so much trouble, mister!
Bad dog, bad! You're grounded! I can ground pets, right? --grounded!
You... you....... cute little thing, you..... oh, I can't be mad at you. [ He starts petting Ren Jr. again. Oh wait, Pyrrha's still here. ] --Hey, speaking of which, I think I owe you a dinner. [ That was directed towards his partner. He's pointing at Pyrrha, y'know, just for clarification. ]
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Yeah, you do.
[ Playfully, she nudges him with her elbow. ]
We’ll order in Greek. [ Shhh. It’s not symbolic or anything. ]
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[ He nudges back, amused with her joke. Was she joking? It was funny either way. At least she got his attention back, now that his eyes are on her again instead of the dog. ]
I was thinking something more along the lines of a McCeres jalapeno chicken burger, buuut ladies choice and all.
...did you even sleep...
I think McCeres has done enough damage for right now.
.....did YOU?
[ Greek is affordable, and you know how this guy keeps his word no matter what. ]
Objection! (I'm waiting for reserves to open...)
[ Another nudge, far more affectionate than chiding, and she rises to her feet again. All their food delivery flyers are tucked away in a drawer somewhere, but Nora moves things on a regular basis and the flyer drawer is never the same one twice. ]
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And wow, it really says a lot about their state of living if they have an entire drawer dedicated to food delivery flyers. Worse yet, it keeps changing?!? NORA... ]
Just... have a little faith! [ Here he is, trying to act cool again. ]
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I have complete faith in you, Jaune.
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Oh, right, because Nora. ]
--Hey, I think I found something.
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The Greek place?
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...Coupons.
Just... coupons for candy. Coupons for ice cream. Coupons for chocolate. [ He looks down to confirm this last one, then looks at Pyrrha again. ] Coupons for syrup?
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[ Reaching down, she takes the coupon for syrup from him, examining it in more detail. The act puts them in proximity, her chin inches away from his shoulder. It’s a comfortable thing, however, not needing to be commented on unduly. Peering down at the coupon, Pyrrha reads out - ]
“Save two credits on your next purchase of Mrs. Lardsworth Pumpernickel and Raspberry Syrup, found in the coffee aisle.”
[ Ew. Pyrrha barely bites back a grimace. ]
What else is in there?
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I feel like we're going through her own personal diary... --hey, what if we do find her diary? [ It's a scary thought. ]
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[ Seriously, Jaune. Your kneecaps will be forfeit if you even touch Nora’s diary. Gently, she relieves him of the rest of the coupons, sets them back in the drawer, and closes it with a soft click. Adding, then, ]
Besides, Nora keeps it very well hidden. Our room at Beacon was a lot smaller than this. [ If he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon her journal then... ]
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Buuuuut... I'm just saying, like, what-- what if it fell, and it accidentally opened a page. And it revealed that she's a robot from the future.
Do we just pretend we never saw it, orrr....?
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[ Pyrrha has yet to meet Penny, after all, so she’s not yet adjusted to the worldbuilding-important detail that robots can have an aura of their own. Still, despite her own very utter certainly that this would never happen, Pyrrha gives up on her search for a moment to answer his question as legitimately as possible. ]
Well, in this situation, is that Nora our friend or our enemy? Why wouldn’t she tell us about who she really is?
[ “A robot from the future” can imply a number of different allegiances. ]
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...maybe she's a robot from the future, sent back in time to destroy the savior of mankind before they have a chance to be born! The target? The future resistance leader's mother... Pyrrha Nikos!
That's so cool...
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...
[ ... ]
...—mother?
[ She can lead her own resistance, thank you very much! ]
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Because think about it! Why not? I mean, this is supposed to be in the distant future, right? We probably wouldn't be around by then, but you... yeah, you're the strongest person I know today! It makes sense that it would be someone from your bloodline.
...Man, I should start charging for this stuff. But first I gotta write the rest of it!
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[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
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