Quote:Mine too, actually.
I'd just like to say, since oyu're nearing that time frame, that I'm hoping something... special... is in the works for those thugitos who went after Arika. I'm not sure why its so extreme, but rape and attempted are one of my special hot buttons,
Add to that the fact that Miyu did indicate to him her concern and affection for the girl ...
... well, I'll let you draw your own picture until I'm at that segment.
Quote:I actually got my reasoning and references crossed pretty badly on that one, but it's been corrected now.
Be fair - Remus and Romulus were twins from old Roman mythology... it's just that one founded a city and the other didn't.
Quote:Then you should not have to ^_^.
Can't wait.
Important safety tip - never ever drink anything when even most remotely in the vicinity of conversing Garderobe students.
I'd assumed Juliet was the exception. She certainly seemed like the kind of person who'd have a downright no-holds-barred sense of humor. As I'd found out ...
It was bitter. It was hot - in an amusing twist, Black's analysts had actually come up with and patented, or should I say re-patented, the concept and design of a hotplate. Unlike the Frames or Rigs, this I'd had nothing to do with. I blame an incident involving power cells, a dismantled Frame micro-turbine, and Kobayakawa's outrage at finding her cup of java-substitute cold when she finally tore herself away from her work. I'd actually seen the emergence of the final concept back before I'd gone off on my little sidetrip to Lutetia, in said analyst/tech's workspace, though I'd failed to identify it as such at the time. But tangent aside - and it was what seemed to be the last of the pot. In short, I could be excused for treating this last bit of coffee like ambrosia come again.
"So, you going to need a change of pants now?"
It also nearly went and made sure I'd never smell anything again in the course of my life, because I nearly snarfed the mouthful. Damnit, she'd timed that line on purpose.
I glared at Juliet over the rim of the mug.
On the flipside, though, a snarky Juliet was better than a moody Juliet.
... add to that the fact that Fujino-san had just about smashed every bit of preconception I'd still harbored about her not a few minutes afterwards.
It was a supremely odd thing to realize that I seemed to share the same sort of sense of humor with her. Not quite as crass as Juliet's, but still a good deal more ... ribald ... than I'd expected from someone as poised as Shizuru.
Still, that had been exactly what the doctor had ordered to keep a night's worth of frantic research from becoming too mentally exhausting.
But now, here I was, having walked into a cafe in the city center, and ordered an iced ... well, the name seemed to elude me at the moment, I just knew that it was coffee. That happens sometime when I work on automatic, and the way I'd walked in and ordered I hadn't been much more than an automaton, really.
Which didn't stop me from catching and nearly choking upon hearing someone exclaim ... well, let's just say that when I recovered from the coughing fit this resulted in the only thing on my mind was to voice, in a half-disbelieving tone of voice:
"They're jiggly like what?"
That I did this in the faces of four suddenly attentive Garderobe Corals who, from their expressions, had assumed they'd had the cafe all to themselves was more instinct than anything else.
In my defense, I wasn't exactly thinking clearly at the time, and hey, how would _you_ react to somebody comparing a dessert to a pair of breasts. A female someone at that, and in a tone of voice I could only describe as extremely genki.
Well, alright, there was actually something more being said, but my brain had only tuned in for the: "Wow, it's so jiggly, just like Ers-chan's breasts!" bit.
Still, it was definitely a very WTF? moment.
A few moments later, when brains had caught up to words, there were five pretty embarrassed people in the cafe.
And then I realized that I knew two of these people, though I'd only seen the pictures of one, to tell you the truth. Miyu had mentioned the girl, after all, and she'd been ... caring ... about it, in her own way.
The other, I recognized from a different sort of situation. Also, from a picture I'd most recently seen in a folder Juliet had handed me, in the dead of night, after she'd snuck into my office-slash-apartment.
"Mister Schrdinger? Is that you?"
Hokay, what? This had not come from either of those two; Yumemiya Arika and Erstin Ho, respectively; rather, the glasses-wearing redhead who'd said the bit about the dessert had spoken.
"Wow! I wasn't expecting, I mean," the girl enthused, leaving me to stare in confusion as she carried on. "We've never actually met, but my dad took me along to the hearing you were speaking to the Technology Redevelopment Committee at back in Aries? Two years ago? He was one of the presiding Chairs. Robert Woods. I'm Irene Woods, and I'm very pleased to meet you! I was wondering if I could ... umm ... maybe ask you a few questions about the Inertial Navigation System you'd presented with the Frame blueprints back then? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?"
Le bwhah?
I'm currently having fun trying to envision what an already somewhat stressed Nao will react to being made a Pillar with.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm