Quote:*pikupiku* *checks google* Oh! What a useful word... I'd never run into it before. And, yeah, she's a pretty textbook case.
She's definintely a tsundere. Tough and hard on the outside, soft, sweet and chewey on the inside.
Quote:He has no such intention. ^_^
Dear me...does that mean N-Tate is going to be Shizuru's rival? ^^.......lol
Quote:Actually, as I tried to show, Nagi hasn't got a clue what's up with N!Tate, or why he should be important in the first place. Obviously he knows too much, but how? And what's he after?
And, ooh, Nagi's playing that game as well? Hehe. I suppose Mr. Bad Hairday didn't _only_ pay off some people to shoot Tate, then.
The tough thing about lulling scar-boy into a false sense of security (beyond the fact that I can and often do take anxiety and worry over, well, anything into the realm of all-out neurosis) is that his 'plan' basically boils down to 'Tell the HiME everything, so you can rely on them being able to make good decisions since they have the proper data, then make the rest up as you go along.' As far as he's concerned, now that the Hime-sentai are known to and working with each other, he's nothing but a cheerleader!
Quote:I doubt it. They are likely out to get you.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid.
I'm honestly not sure what I had expected to see when I walked out of my dorm single (student council perk - so worth it), but a redhead in a carefully retailored and just short of scandalous version of the standard Academy middle school uniform certainly was not it. "Yuuki Nao?" I guessed weakly.
"Heeeey," she purred, standing away from the wall and slinking over towards me. "Just the man I wanted to see."
Brrr. She was going to be deadly in a couple-three years. "At your service," I told her as mildly as I could. "Although both of us probably have places we should be getting to in not terribly long."
"Awww..." She had a devastating and well practiced cute pout. "Are you sure it can't wait? There are a lot of things I wanted to talk to you about..." Glomp, snuggle, squish.
Jeez. Since when was I old enough that fourteen counts as 'too young for interest'? And yes, I was and am well aware of exactly how close Mai was to that age, and how much of a hypocrite that fact made me. "This is about that letter that Shiho-chan and Mikoto-san delivered, right? Yeah, go ahead."
It was sort of creepy, actually - I could see the moment when she switched gears, an almost audible 'click' between 'do me' and 'protect me'. It made me sad, though I'm not sure why. I was so busy thinking about that that I missed her first sentance or two, and by the time I had tuned back in she was giving me an entirely too old and cynical glare. "You're not buying a word of this, are you?"
"Not really, no."
She growled and ran a hand through her hair, muttering something about 'wackos' under her breath. "Alright, fine. What's your price?"
"Everything's already there," I told her gently.
That made her laugh, though her expression was more like a snarl. "Do you honestly expect me to buy that bullshit? Nobody does things like that!"
I shrugged. "Why shouldn't they? But no - I don't expect you to believe me. Besides what you might call my altruistic reasons, though, there's another logic: The information available to me indicates that the Obsidian Lord wants the human race gone - dead, destroyed, extinct. As a human myself, and a benificiary of all the benefits of civilization, that's obviously counter to my interests. Since all thirteen HiME - including you - share that interest, and in light of the fact that almost none of your other interests conflict, and since I myself am essentially powerless, the greatest step I can take towards preserving myself and my environment is providing y'all with the information needed to carry out your individual agendas more effectively. Attempting to edit the information I pass on to each individual HiME might grant me more influence over your choices and their repercussions, but given the complexity of the system and the fact that I'm far from the only active influence on same, it would also increase the risks involved to a far greater degree."
She blinked, then groaned. "Is the inside of your head always that twisty?"
"No," I admitted. "Every time I've followed a track like that I've found that it comes out in pretty much the same place as the morals I was raised on... which are a little wierd, granted, but that's a different question. So usually I don't bother, or at most just kind of try and intuit the problem."
Nao just groaned again.
I'm stopping here because I just know she wouldn't give in that easy - and even otherwise she shouldn't, since that'd ruin her dramatic impact as a character - but I'm having a hard time figuring out the rest of her reaction because as soon as the Nao-in-my-head comes up with one, the rest of my brain pounces on the thing and tears its logic to shreds before I can write it down.
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."