Bonus points if you make it into a headcanon!
[OOC: Done for the Christmas Meme I had posted a while back. I rolled the dice and got the hot chocolate response. :P]
It wasn’t often when Lupin stopped by the lab. Hell, she didn’t think she was ever even on the same floor as the lab, she never really needed a reason to be. But, having a friendly acquaintance on that level had given her enough excuse to visit this time around and well, it was the holidays. She had two thermoses clutched in her hands, piping hot and fresh with the scent of peppermint and chocolate wafting in the air.
She hummed a little tune as she made her way down the corridor, ears swiveling slowly every once in a while, as though keeping check of those around her as she passed them by. She paused at the entrance to the lab, grateful that she didn’t have to fumble around for her card. She spotted a familiar redhead and grinned, padding around the islands of lab tables covered with beakers and breakers and Bunsen burners and other tools she vaguely recognized. She stopped close to the woman, who was leaning over a microscope. When she lifted her head and turned to write something in a notebook beside her, she jumped, looking surprised before smiling at Lupin.
“Captain,” she greeted before her eyes fell to the thermoses Lupin was carrying. Lupin sipped from the one that had the top opened up, offering the other to JJ. She took it, giving an experimental sniff before the smile returned. “Hot chocolate?”
“I had some stuff lying around, thought I’d pop on by and say hello. Everyone else is out and about, doing their own thing, so here we are! You can keep the thermos, I’ve got plenty of them,” Lupin replied breezily as she grinned back. “So, whatcha working on there?”
[OOC: I feel happy that I caught up on most of my replies. :3 Yay! Wait. Is there anyone else I owe? D:]
Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.
Jenn had stopped taking notes as soon as the other woman had passed out on her shoulder, afraid to move her hand and wake her up. Supposedly, every November agents by the scores packed themselves into the larger rooms at HQ to re-watch the videos on such riveting topics as sexual harassment, supply requisitioning and other hr protocols. She glanced over at the woman, fascinated by her unique physical attributes. She’d never met anyone like her before.
Lupin (if JJ remembered her name correctly) and the scientist had whispered back and forth, commenting on the hilarity that was the sexual harassment video before, like so many of the other agents around her, gave into the drowsiness that infected the lecture hall. “Lupin…wake up..” JJ nudged her gently.
“Bloody gits,” Lupin snorted, glimpsing JJ from the corner of her eye, then flitting her gaze back to the woman at the podium, phone still in her hands. She looked down and unlocked it, shrugging as she flipped open an eBook and skimmed the words on the screen to find her place. “Yeah, I was good at tellin’ people off. Havin’ a temper can either get you places or land you in trouble.”
She paused and nodded at the other woman’s query, a faint and crooked smile gracing her lips. “Marines, actually. Started out on the enlisted half, straight out of high school. Then I worked my way up to the officer’s side after I got my associate’s degree. Kind of a requirement, having some college under your belt to be an officer. Got out as a captain.”
She nodded, “Well good for you Captain. The military can be an excellent way to get ahead. Both my mother and brother were in the service.” She said. ”There’s acceptable ways to handle the boredom of these horrid lectures, and that’s not one of them.” She motioned to the rat pack behind them.
She’d lifted her gaze to them, just in time to see of of the senior agents silently moving behind them, finally taking care of the issue. ”Maybe now, we’ll get this wrapped up before my mobile runs out of battery.”
"I had some family in the military, but I wasn’t really close with them. I do know that I was the first Marine, so…that’s a plus, I guess." Lupin shrugged, more so with her whole body than just her shoulders. "And my resume sorta got me a job here, so another plus, too." She smiled a bit at the woman’s comment and nodded in agreement. Yes, there were plenty of ways to handle boredom, but the earlier display was certainly not one of them. Her smile turned upwards a little more into a grin and she nodded again, turning her attention to her own phone.
"Hopefully. If you need a charger later, I can grab mines and let ya borrow it, though. Well, after this, I mean. Obviously."
Lupin paused, glancing at the plain t-shirt in her hands, gave a plaintive sniff and blinked tiredly at the other before looking back at the shirt. Well now. This was awkward. “Oh. Oops. Sorry.”
She yawned, holding it back out. “No clue how I got this. Laundry musta gotten mixed up.” Christ, she knew she needed the sleep, but she wanted to hold out a little longer. Maybe some coffee, get a quick boost…
She chuckled. “I’m an insomniac. Plus, being in the Marine Corps tends to throw in some wacked out hours. I still got crappy hours, but that’s mostly self-induced nowadays.” Lupin shrugged, pausing before continuing, “So you a…nurse or a doctor or something?”
She eyed him over once more, head tilting as she regarded him. He didn’t really seem the medical-y type. Definitely leaning toward more of the military type, she never would have guessed.
Lupin waved a hand at him, shaking her head. “Naw. I can put it off a few hours. It’s just compiling my notes on banshees. Had a run in the other week. Not fun.” Another shrug before she took the offered mug of coffee from him and sipped, smiling. “Mmm. This is good.”
"Was a nurse; worked trauma after I got out of the Army. Reserves put me through college, so i got a degree I though would be useful. Then I graduated & figured on a ’few years’ active …it turned out that my ‘few years’ was up just as Afghanistan heated up. I stayed - not that getting out was an option at that point. After all that I got out, took a nice Hospital job …and ended up here anyway." Mike shook his head and laughed at himself.
"Some skills are too ingrained to let them go I guess. Wait, did you say banshees? I’m just Irish enough to know what that means …"
Lupin nodded her head a few times, sipping her coffee. “Wow, wouldn’t have really pegged ya as a nurse. No offense,” she added with a sheepish smile, “Ya just don’t really…look the type.”
She paused, leaning back a bit. “Then again, I never really looked like a Marine when I was in. Most thought I was a military spouse when they looked at me.” Lupin laughed a little, shrugging. “Common misconception, of course.”
She took another sip as she listened, nodding attentively every so often, perking a bit. “Sounds like ya had a busy couple of years, then. And yes, I said banshees.”
The werewolf shuddered. “Nasty bastard. Or bitch, rather, since they’re technically identified as female,” she rolled her wrist and hand in a circular motion. “Turns out, it was haunting people in this little town up in Wisconsin. People dropping like flies, they see her before they die. A witch was doing it, jealous-type bitch, wanted something or other, taking out people in her way. That kind of shebang. The banshee was a warning system, but I got in her way and she didn’t like that. She, uh, had some particularly long nails and was rather fond in trying to gouge me with ‘em. Bad enough I had to take out the witch-bitch literally right after.”
"None taken; I’m nobody’s idea of a nurse …of course, everybody still pictures Florence Nightengale, so no surprise there! About half the ICU & ER staff where I used to work were guys, actually. We’re more common than we used to be."
He snorted “Yeah, busy was my middle name for a while. Lots of interesting places, lots of interesting things. Nothing quite so interesting as a banshee though! That sounds both terrifying and amazing. I don’t mind dying if I can make it worth something, but to go without a chance just because some undead spirit was angry …damn.”
"Sounds like you had a hell of a fight on your hands" Mike noted "Must’ve been handy, at that point, being a werewolf."
“Well, hell, I ain’t gonna hold it against you. I ain’t nobody’s ideal image for a Marine because I was so short. Only reason I’m tall now is because of the paws.” She wiggled the wolven back paws for emphasis, chuckling. “So I guess it’s fair enough for the both of us.”
She grinned a little, ears giving a faint twitch as she leaned back in her chair. “Yeah, well, banshees are just death omens. They ain’t the ones that kill ya. Not unless you get in their way or they’re under someone’s control, I guess.” She shrugged in return. “They’re scary looking when they sneak up on ya at first, though. Enough to give someone with a weak heart to go into cardiac arrest. Heh.”
Lupin rubbed at her left arm, clenching and unclenching her free hand, while the other brought the mug of coffee to her lips. She downed the last of it and sighed. Word got around quick and most everyone on the Helicarrier or the ground base knew what she was. Well…that was half true. Not many knew about her…fiery talents. Her tail gave a swish. “It has its advantages,” she admitted, albeit reluctantly. “And its…disadvantages.”
"Height is an advantage, but so is small, fast, and strong - and it sounds like you had that sewn up. Banshee’s sound like bad news, but I suppose you’re right - find the one who controls them & take ‘em down."
Mike noted the clenching & rubbing of the arm “Took some damage, too, it looks like. You heal fast, or do you need that looked at? I’ve got the experience if you want. Also, you look like your mug is empty, want a refill?”
"Height can be an advantage, admittedly," she conceded with a nod. "People underestimate short people. Think they’re not all that tough. Lower center of gravity helps out tremendously, although the shorter reach, not so much. Pros and cons to everything." She paused, gulping down the last of her coffee and eyed the bottom of her mug.
She glanced at Mike, lips pursing before she shook her head. “No, no this…this happened a long time ago. Acts up every once in a while, but…I’m used to it.” She sighed, setting the mug down and leaned back into her chair. Every scar she had acted up, some more than others, but she didn’t say anything in regards to it. She nodded at his offer, smiling a bit. “Sure. That’d be nice, yeah.”
Lupin blinked at the question and raised a brow at JJ, looking over the woman for a few moments before slowly shaking her head. “No…not unless clear skin and good complexion count for somethin’,” she offered in response. “Why, did you dream of spiders or something and think they’re crawlin’ on ya now?”
✧ (Mental Scar) - Abandonment. It leaves a nasty aftertaste in Lupin’s mouth and makes her feel sick to her stomach. That little voice in the back of her head that’s always rooting against her rears its ugly head at the worst possible moments, especially in moments where she feels abandoned.
Her older brother slowly but surely grew distant from her over the years after a briefly and somewhat happy relationship during their childhood. Her mother often times is too afraid of her own daughter and had used counselors and therapists as a surrogate in handling her up until her very late teens. Her fiance, while it wasn’t his fault, had died overseas while she was pregnant.
The people she had loved very deeply have proved over the years that they weren’t as reliable as she had once believed as a child. It’s made her wary and hesitant to trust people in a familial or intimate fashion and it’s that fear that’s deeply rooted in her that stunts her emotional responses with others.
It doesn’t help, as previously mentioned, that combined with that little voice in her head, that Silas knows how to get in her head and exacerbate and play on these fears and even adding to them.
"Can you hide me?"
"Come here often?"
"Don’t drink that!"
"Hand me that doohickey."
"Here, try some of this."
"I blame (insert name)"
"I guess you did know what you were doing."
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"I have a good feeling about this."
"I know a guy."
Lupin snorted, but smiled in spite of herself. She shook her head and mumbled a little under her breath, glancing up to see her daughter trotting out of the room to greet the others outside. “Just a few cookies, you don’t want to ruin your appetite for dinner, kiddo!”