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Despite the foolishness of being out and about on the rooftops, that's exactly where Rebecca finds herself. Campus seems quieter now than it had earlier in the air, which she was glad of. Equally appealing was the lack of Fiona on the roof or trying to touch her freaking her out in general.
She stands with her back to the wind, facing where the sun will rise as she fingers the inside lining of her pockets. Up here, for now, there's only her. The rest of the world and its drama lay sleeping below.
"Doesn't really matter. Someone'll be by here eventually, right." A hint of a smile. "Kind of hard to find a quiet place anywhere." A half a beat later, "Were you?"
Because really, she can leave. She's not in the mood to be territorial right now.
"That wouldn't surprise me." Rebecca gives a small shake of her head at the offer. The smell was nostalgic, but the fact you put crap in your lungs that kills you slower than she does is definitely a turn off to them.
"Is that a perk?" She's more curious than anything as she turns to face him as he approaches, shifting back around when he's near enough.
She appreciates the gesture! It even earns him a faint smile, though he's not looking at her to see it.
"Doing it despite their disapproval. Doing it because you want to." Along with whatever satisfaction came from either. She closes her eyes, still able to smell the tabacco.
"That sounds familiar." His answer gets another wry smile as she checks her amusement. The joys of being a teenager, folks.
She opens her eyes and glances at him in return before looking away again, unsure if he has something on his mind or if he's enjoying the relative peace as well.
She looks at him again, a hint of the smile returning as she shifts to face him. For once, it's not something he already knows or, if it is, he's letting her speak anyway. She doubts it's the later.
This would make the fourth summary her player has done of the the "Dutiful Daughter" thread, however, so we're going to skip over it. We're going with her telling Silas about her father being at the rally and the shortest, least emotionally painful/detailed version of what happened at the hospital.
She's tired of waving her dirty laundry out at this point. The words come easy.
"Maybe so, but he's also my dad." Can't escape that one. "If nothing else, I've got less than two years. If I get control before then, I'll think of something. If not, then I won't be lying about it."
"Stay here, probably. That's if it only takes two years, though. It could definitely take more." Especially if she still struggles with apologizing or anything else. She hadn't forgotten Nicky's warning any more than she had seeing a sentient power become visible in their own form for a short time.
"I signed on as an agent, not a student. I'm not going back there."
"I turn eighteen." Another shrug, this time as if dismissing something unimportant. "After that, he can threaten to remove me and bluster all he wants; it won't mean a thing."
"Mhmm." She nods, leaning against the railing as she looks away from Silas and focuses on the campus for a while.
"He wants me to get my powers in check and go home. Anything beyond that, if he hears about any missions or anything else, he'll revoke his permission for me to be here."