Frienemy?

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie is currently wearing this.

Torchwood Cardiff -- The Hub
The sea was never truly appealing, yet stepping onto the soft wooden dock of the Cardiff Wharf sent inviting shivers up Gylfie Murdoch's spine. This was a home away from home, a safe place that felt like heaven after a day of tiring travel and clinging mists. The salty air sharpened her senses, bringing forth a giddiness that she only experienced while visiting this particular area.

Eagerly, she pushed open the non-conspicuous door of the hub, expecting to see Ianto Jones at his desk. An empty seat and dark lamp greeted her, though the warmth of Ianto's specialty coffee lingered. Her left eye twitched with surprise at his absence. She'd never seen his desk without him behind it.

"Ianto?" She called uncertainly, the happiness she had previously felt had begun to fade and she stared dejectedly at the travel brochures occupying the walls. "It's Gylfie! I would've called earlier, but..." Her voice began to trail off as she realized no one would answer. "... I wanted to surprise you guys."

Where could he be? Out with the others maybe. With Jack, even. Either way, he wouldn't leave the front door open without being around... surely. Well, there's no point hanging around up here! She thought, starting to feel perky once more. I'll just let myself in. They won't mind. It's not like I'm going to set their Janet loose.

Gingerly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and reached for the remote that Ianto had used to open the door. The face of it contained one button, so it was a matter of seconds before she was through the hidden door and wandering down the stone corridors. In the dim blue light, everything looked surreal and wet, like an alien world on Earth. Oh, the irony of it almost made Gylfie laugh out loud.

"Ianto? Jack?" Her voice echoed in the long chamber, spilling out as the large circular portal opened. The familiar whirring of the equipment soon reached her, combining with her soft calls. "Owen? Tosh? Is anyone here? Gwen?"

Ooc; This roleplay was planned with Bryan Wilkeson.
As Gylfie is still quite a new character, I'd appreciate if
this could stay between Bryan and Gylfie. It'll be much
easier for me to establish relationships, that way.
Thank you!

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[Bryan Wilkeson]

Bryan looked up from the computer as an unfamiliar girl came in. His eyebrows furrowed and he reached for his gun, slipping it off the table and into its holster. "Hello," he called over to her. "Can I help you?" He stood up carefully, keeping the gun on the side of him so that his body hid it. He was personally glad that he hadn't gotten in the habit of taking his gloves off at work yet.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie's back was turned when the stranger responded to her calls. She spun around in alarm, her small black bag flying away from her side and knocking some papers from Toshiko's workspace. They glided lazily to the floor, landing at her feet. It took all her restraint to stop herself from bending over and picking them up. Self-preservation was often overruled by her tidiness.

"Who the heck are you?" She called to the white-haired boy. He was unlike any human she had ever seen. "What are you doing here?"

As smoothly as possible, she raised her line of vision a few meters, trying to search for Jack's office. Had he been here, he could help her bring down this awful monster. They could trap it and put it in a cell. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. Nor was Owen or Gwen or Tosh. An uneasiness rippled in her stomach, causing her hand to lower to her hip. She did not possess a gun, but perhaps if this stranger (or alien, whatever) thought she did, then he would go down without a fight.

[Bryan Wilkeson]

(Yeah, she wanted this to be just me and her)

Bryan frowned at her. "I work here. What are you doing here?" His hand rested gently on his gun, but it could possibly just be resting on his hip. He looked over her, the way she looked at him, he knew she was suspicious. But why should she be suspicious of him when she didn't belong here. Why couldn't they have told me where the Retcon is yet? he thought to himself.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

He works here? Gylfie thought incredulously, her left eyebrow raising ever so slightly. Why didn't one of the others mention him? I spoke to Jack no more than a few days ago. Is he lying?

Side-stepping, she moved closer to the stranger. From this angle, she could see his hand resting leisurely on his hip and instantly caught the hint. He was armed and he was willing to use it if need be. This would prove deadly for a lone female human. Gylfie stood no chance against a weapon. Peace offering was her only chance.

"My name is Gylfie Murdoch, Torchwood Australia officer 098. I'm hear for recreational purposes... among other things. Who are you? What are you?"

Gylfie did not see it fit to flaunt the small shell-like piece within her bag. Although this male whatever-he-was claimed to be a Torchwood officer, she refused to believe him. He looked human, but he had certain alien qualities. The most outlandish creature she'd ever seen working with a Torchwood unit was Captain Jack Harkness himself... and he was human! Well, most of the time.

[Bryan Wilkeson]

Bryan frowned as he watched her. "Name's Bryan Wilkeson. Jack never mentioned a Torchwood Australia." He supposed that Jack may not have gotten to that yet, but he wasn't about to tell this person that particular detail. "As for what I am, I'm a Torchwood member of the Cardiff branch. I honestly haven't been given a number, as far as I know." He thought to himself, I should really call Jack and get him in here... but if I do that I won't have the chance to prove myself useful and get off the desk jobs and babysitting the Hub.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

It made sense that Jack wouldn't mention the other Torchwood units. It had always seemed like he didn't want to associate himself with the other teams. Luckily, Torchwood Australia had been a step out of the ordinary and they were always finding new pieces of technology within the heart of the country. Having an alliance with the Cardiff unit only made things easier for Torchwood Australia and Captain Jack and his team were benefiting from the boundless discoveries.

Strange creature... She thought snidely, checking Bryan over with one steely glance. Of course he doesn't have a number. Aliens don't get special treatment. They're not part of the team. They're evil, blood-sucking demons. Does he not know this?

She wished desperately for Jack to arrive and explain what was happening. If not Jack, then Ianto, at the very least. Or even, God forbid, Owen. The desire for company was suddenly so strong that she had the urge to sit down and did so on the opposite side of Bryan, roughly five meters away. Her hand had gone back to her hip, imitating the presence of a weapon.

"I'm going to stay here until the team come back. If you're lying to me, God help me, I will blow your head off."

Ooc; She doesn't always talk like this, of
course. She just doesn't trust aliens yet and Bryan's
a stranger who appears to have broken into the hub.
Gylfie's a proper lady the rest of the time!

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[Bryan Wilkeson]

"With what gun?" Bryan asked. He noticed the look she gave him. "What's the look for, by the way? You're the one coming in here uninvited, acting like you own the place. I'll gladly wait for the team comes back from their mission." He went back over to the computer and started to look her up.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; Can you please explain how Bryan knew that
she didn't have a gun? It just doesn't seem fair or
consistent for him to know. That could be considered
god-modding.

Sorry, I'd just like to know. I sound bossy, don't I?

Gylfie pressed her lips together tightly, sending Bryan a glare. She didn't trust him. Despite knowing that she was acting out of character, she couldn't help but hate him. How human could an alien appear before it tried to kill her? Did they have compassion or emotion? This one seemed to, but it was only a matter of time before something proved her wrong. Eventually he would try to rip her face off or claw her heart from her chest.

"I was asked to come back whenever I wanted..." She said quietly, watching him through her lashes now. He was standing, working towards the computers. "Torchwood is my life. This is my second home. What are you doing?"

The whir of the computers were out-shadowed by the staccato beat of Bryan's fingers on the keyboard. An uneasy knot formed in her stomach as she watched him help himself to the database. He accused her of arrogance! This was no different. It was painfully clear to her that he was searching for her files. He had no right to go through her history, her convictions, her personal details.

"What are you doing!?" She cried again, standing up and stamping her foot immaturely.

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[Bryan Wilkeson]

OOC: I was just having him guess. Sure there might be some unlikely thinking to it, but really, he has a gun, she knows it. And well, instead of pulling it out like anyone else he knows, she continues to stand with her hand on her gun.

IC:
Bryan looked up at her. "I'm checking your alibi," he said simply, looking back at the screen. He brought up her file, saw the information she gave him, then he nodded. "Alright, I believe you." He looked up at her again. "You can look me up if you want." He stepped back from the computer.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; I guess that's feasible, though it could be that
Gylfie is just a bit more restrained. Meh. c:

Thank you for putting up with me and giving me an
explanation. I know I can be annoying sometimes.

There's no point in believing me. It won't matter. Gylfie let out a indignant little squeak and moved closer to the computer system, slowly stepping around boxes and over wires.

"If I'm to check your records," she started slowly, her knuckles whitening as she squeezed her hands into fists at her side. "I'm going to need you to stand over there. On the other side of the room... with your back turned."

Precautions. She's always been great at precautions. If it seemed reasonable, she would even ask Bryan for his gun, just in case he decided to use it while she was distracted. For a few seconds, she considered asking, but the obvious answer would be no. She knew how to use a gun. What would keep her from using it on him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Until she had confirmation, she would consider Bryan an alien, whether he be a ward or just a crook.

She continued walking towards Toshiko's workspace, her feet hitting the concrete ground loudly. Her heels made loud clicking sounds that echoed three stories above her head before ending in dull little plips. They sounded like raindrops. She was reminded bitterly of the rain outside and wondered if this alien had simply taken refuge to shelter from the rain.

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[Bryan Wilkeson]

Bryan nodded and almost smirked. "As long as you don't try to take a bat to my head." He walked over to where she wanted him, standing there, ears open for the sounds of pursuing footsteps, gloved hand on his gun. The other hand casually had his thumb in his front pocket.

((That's alright. It's a valid concern))

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Oh, trust me... Gylfie thought, lowering herself into the computer chair. If I had a bat - a weapon of any sort - you wouldn't have this much control. Ha. Aliens.

She waited in silence as Bryan walked to his allocated spot. Once he was there, she accessed the Torchwood Cardiff files and typed in "Wil". The live search returned Bryan's name, along with dozens of "Williams". Gylfie's eyes flickered to the back of his head, making sure he was still there, then she clicked the name and watched as an official profile popped up on the screen.

"Bryan Wilkeson," she said slowly, trying not to sound defeated. Truth be told, she was suddenly feeling very childish. A mixture of relief and embarrassment washed over her, though the relief was much more intense. Torchwood wasn't in danger. She stood once more, her heels hitting the concrete as she swung herself up from the seat. "It says here that you are not all human, but I don't understand. No alien wants to help us. They only kill. What are you?"

[Bryan Wilkeson]

When Gylfie addressed him again, he turned around and put his hands in his pockets. "I'm a bit confused how that doesn't sound surprising. Though, I guess it's least you could expect of a Torchwood member. I'm curious about what tipped you off." He calmly started to walk over to Tosh's desk to start picking up the fallen papers. "As to your question. Yes, I'm only half human. Got that from my mum. Dad was Kriterian, and when things got crazy on Kyrilia and he died, we moved to Earth, hitting the Rift and landing several centuries in our past, in London. After that, Earth became a second home to me." He looked pained a moment, but he continued. "And I want to protect it in whatever way I can. Seeing how I'm not all human, working for the government would be all too risky. Torchwood, being an institution that works with alien artifacts, is probably the best way I can do that. I have unique experience, you know." He smiled a bit at that.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie moved to lean against the wall, allowing Bryan more room as he tidied the mess she'd made. Although her face portrayed a calm exterior, she was full of emotion. Embarrassment, suspicion, sadness. As this half-human, half-Kriterian - whatever that was - spoke, she picked up traces of sorrow and that made her feel worse than ever. She'd jumped to conclusions, though she had good reasons.

"You don't look human..." She muttered, trying to sound as nice as possible. Her cheeks turned red for a moment before being hidden by wavy chestnut hair. "I'm sorry I acted so brashly, but I've never met an alien - half-alien, sorry - who wouldn't try to kill me. This is a new experience for me."

But new experiences are good. You'll grow from this. Hopefully Bryan will forgive you, if he doesn't try to kill you first.

Ooc; It's of poor quality, I know. I apologize.

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