[Originally posted by Casey the Undead]
After everything about Sven came out, Alda mostly just felt stupid. If she'd known about Iselle and Sven earlier, she might not have been so nervous when she brought up the player plan. Then again, Iselle seemed genuinely distraught about Sven, about what had happened. That was worrying. It wasn't that Iselle was weak -- hell, Iselle was probably the toughest sonovabitch Alda had ever met. If Iselle could get shaken by death, then maybe killing people would be harder than Alda thought. She still believed in what she had said. She didn't owe anyone anything, especially not dirtbags like Sven. Sven who'd kept Andi away from the team with that fuckin kid, with his goddamned snide attitude. Alda was never close to Andi, mostly because they rarely saw eye to eye on anything, but no one deserved to be treated the way Sven seemed to treat her. Dismissive was the word Alda would use -- then again, Alda wasn't really Andi's friend, and she certainly wasn't Sven's so maybe things were different. Still, that kid, Sven and Andi's kid, was down a parent. Iselle was part of making that kid an orphan. If the Softballers couldn't find Andi and get her to join in, then Andi would become their enemy, and it might be that Andi was already their enemy. That Andi had heard what Alda hadn't, and that she would never forgive Iselle for being a victim of circumstance.
It was too heavy a line of thought for Alda to go down, and it made her feel even more jumpy then she already had. Iselle wasn't ready to kill yet, that was the only problem. That was why Sven had bothered her. Not to mention that they were teammates with his girlfriend, that probably made things worse. Things would be different now. Things would be different because they were planning, they were thinking ahead. Why feel bad about Sven? He had it coming, as far as Alda could tell.
"Never liked that guy anyway," she said with a grunt, eyes pointed toward the ground. There was nothing else to say.
Nothing else until that moron that Kathryn had dragged with her had to open his mouth. Not playing the game. Great. Excellent. That through a lovely wrench in the middle of everything. Let me just interrupt your plans to get to the end no matter what it takes with my fucking shiny-eyed, naive moral compass. It wasn't like anyone asked him, anyway.
Alda shifted her gaze towards Iselle, who knew the plan, and towards Kathryn, who didn't. James could be the first. First blood. Hit him with the whip, knock him down. Get the girls to hold him. Would Kathryn freak? Would she go along? Would Iselle? Would James change his stance if it meant saving his skin?
A lot of questions that Alda couldn't answer. She was a risk-taker by nature, she liked to think, but risks were . . . well, risky, and she had a brother to find.
She uncrossed her arms slowly, letting the Cat in her hand unfurl, it's nine tails dangling loosely. She hoped it looked as threatening as it might have in a movie. "I gotta a feeling you're not gonna like runnin with us, James. Call me crazy but -- I don't think we're gonna see eye to eye."
Alda hoped he got the point. Hoped he would understand that she was giving him a head start, a chance to see another day. Iselle would back her up, maybe. Kathryn too, if she was lucky. James would run if he was smart. If he was stupid, then ---
Well, anything could happen.