JJ’s eyes widened and she immediately let go of Kalidar’s hand, striding forward a few steps towards Virank. She didn’t think about it, she didn’t even realize that she was approaching a Blood Hunter with skulls of his kills across his chest. All she wanted to do was make them understand--they didn’t understand!--he could not, could not be approached like that.

It didn’t occur to her that maybe Kalidar was an odd protoss; that he perhaps did not act like a “normal” protoss would.

Getting Kalidar to let her go was a chore. Once his high had faded the languid, lazy protoss vanished and he became restless again, pacing, skin twitching, eyes snapping around in acute paranoia. JJ hated making him nervous like this, but she had to talk to the protoss.

She had to know if they meant Kalidar harm.

Much like Juju Bee had been kidnapped, tormented and raped by her own kind, Kalidar seemed to have had a similar problem. He did not wish to be around protoss, did not want anything to do with protoss, and hated the idea of JJ going to meet three of them. She couldn’t allow herself to take a job where Kalidar might come under more harm through his species.

She finally convinced the freaked-out youth to let her enter the movie theater alone. Kalidar would be able to sense if she was in danger, and he’d come despite his fear, she knew he would.

The air was moldy from old seats and the lingering humidity from the day. It was a little dark in here, but large windows in the front made it a little better.

It had been a long day. The young woman swiped her card at the punch-in clock and wearily shouldered her bag after rifling through the contents to make sure nothing had been stolen. She tugged the tie out of her thick, kinky hair, allowing the fullness of her afro to poof outwards. Freedom!

The hot, muggy afternoon made it feel like she was swimming through the air. The planet no longer had an ozone level, allowing the sun to brutally beat down those unlucky enough to be outside in the middle of the day during the summer. Pavement released the heat trapped all day, creating a sandwich of grossness with her in the middle. Juju Bee wrinkled her nose and trudged on. It’d be dark soon. Hopefully management had finally fixed her a/c.

Unlikely, though she had to admit she hadn’t seen Kalidar in such a good mood since the heat wave began. From what he mentioned his home had a similar climate and it made him... happy. Granted, he didn’t really express emotions, so she could be just hopeful. Or maybe she was getting used to the subtle nuances of behavior.

Aliens were weird.

She’s not sure! She’s bubbling with ideas, but she has no real direction. So, she’s cut it down to simple steps:

Step 1: Get a better paying job.

Step 2: Move into a better neighborhood.

Step 3: Get her GED.

Step 4: ????????????

♦What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

Zakk’uur: My dick. My collection. The amount of people I’ve fucked. The amount of people I’ve killed. Me. Myself. My dick, did I say that?

Dulce: Uh. I dunno, I seem to be pretty handsome in terms of protoss? I guess that’s something to be proud of?

Sabaja: *says nothing, but makes pretty colors dance in the air* ...... c:

Kalidar: *stares into middle space and looks away*