Re: Episode Two - Alternative Energy
Kelly's only response before speaking again was a sigh and a look that said she knew it all well by now and then a look of frustration that in this situation, the least dangerous thing was the damn gun. What a messed up life she had sometimes.
She looked at Harry. It was hard to tell how much he could say sometimes, that damned Chip wasn't even consistent with how much lee way it gave him. She thought she had the general idea, probably not exactly what Harry was thinking, but she'd try. Not necessarily to solve the problem but to calm the damn thing down. Harry was still a strange animal to her owing to the incongruity between his physical power and what she saw as vulnerability in his free will. It was an abstract thing she had a hard time with, having spent much of her life being taught the hard way that physical power was freedom.
She spoke up again loudly and awkwardly, now obviously for the benefit of a certain party neither living nor dead. "Look. Uh, by the... power of... the government vested in me, I order you into my... custody. So no one in law enforcement should be killing you. Right."
Kelly feared, without ever having discussed it with Harry for fear the damn thing might take it the wrong way, that if this glitchy digital demon could confuse Kelly for a bona fide United States Official In Charge of Everything (as Kelly could best grasp it), someone else who knew a hell of a lot more about how the world used to work back then could say the right words and "hijack" him using that... that thing. Or worse, someone much like Kelly who wasn't so lucky and who had no idea how it worked could set him off on an irredeemable killing spree.
That was a pretty horrible thought either way, and not one she could live with, it hit too close to home. Kelly knew what slavery was first hand, but at least her slavery had been reversible.
But presently more immediate matters focused her attention. Her first instinct was to wring this woman's neck for provoking The Death Machine. She wanted to yell, go on a tirade, make threats... No.
Doing something weird, Kelly put herself where both Harry and his miniature antagonist could see her, then gingerly put down the lever action rifle around her shoulder and took a stance. A horse stance, for the trained eye, and began to do something to make her body flow, resembling Kanku Dai, though that particular form wasn't known to her. Still, it wasn't dissimilar and it was apparently a slow series of methodical poses, stances and strikes against non-existent opponents. It was slow, rhythmic, like a well rehearsed dance.
"Not all problems can be solved with pistols, swords, or willfulness. None of these things will defeat the death warrior standing before you. If you wish to win, you must do something he cannot do, for the cruel savagery of man has taken it from him."
"Sometimes, you must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water, for your opponent cannot."
She stopped her strange display with a bow and added.
"Because well if you don't... Harry and I do have a deal if someone who doesn't know what they're doing aggravates his chip I'm supposed to do my best to keep him from doing something he really doesn't want to do, but I'm not going to waste that futile one time trick."