CD: I was very tempted to have him drop a flat "What.", but decided the ST2K9 homage would work better. Also, yeah, that'd be a pain and a half to prove.
Cobalt Greywalker: Well argued, and done!
I AM A GREAT MAGICIAN! PIROS NOW SPEAKS GERMAN!
Dartz: Why do you think he's rusty? Because he's one of the classics?
That actually gives me a good idea. More on that never.
As for your other point, in Soviet Russia TSAB, book reads you!
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...well, that didn't work. Quick- damage control! I held the man's gaze for a second or two more, before looking down, smiling ruefully. "You caught me, Enforcer. I really am from an unadministrated world, but I've got a few friends from Vaizen who like to visit every so often. I asked one of them for a lift to Mid... oh, about a week ago... so I could get tested for mage potential."
I put on my best abashed look. "...I probably shouldn't've let him do it after a night out on the town. I think he flubbed some of the coordinates."
Piros snorted at that. "Let me get this straight. You went out and got drunk with this friend of yours, so he teleported you to an uncolonized world at the ass-end of dimensional nowhere?"
Is he actually falling for it?! Might as well keep going, I guess... "Well, it'd been quite a night. I was a little too tipsy to realize it wasn't a good idea." I shrugged, grinning a bit. "Still, he got me where I needed to go, and nobody died. I'm not all that upset."
The Enforcer quite clearly disagreed, if the the long-suffering sigh he made was any indication. "Stupid kids... we've been telling them not to drink and 'port for almost a century now, and what do they do?" It was all I could do to keep the manic grin off my face- he'd actually believed me! He facepalmed, muttering to himself for a little while- the only bit I caught was "...should make those punks do the paperwork..." I didn't really worry too much about it until the muttering turned into demented cackling.
...did a freakin' ENFORCER just have a psychotic break?!
...thankfully, it didn't last. The cackling subsided, and after a good ten seconds of slow, deep breaths, Piros went back into 'professional mode'. "Right. I don't have the range or the power to get both of us back to Karnarog, so I'm going to call in the Preta. She'll ferry us back to civilization, and you can hop a ferry to Mid, or Vaizen, or wherever the hell you feel like going.
If you have the potential, the TSAB is always looking for more mages. Just ask around- anybody can point you in the right direction." He looked me over for a second, taking in my lack of physique, habitual squint, and the like. "...though you might find one of the other organizations in TSAB space more to your liking. Perhaps the Infinity Archivists?"
I opened my mouth, intending to provide a witty retort, when both of us were suddenly somewhere else.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Cobalt Greywalker: Well argued, and done!
I AM A GREAT MAGICIAN! PIROS NOW SPEAKS GERMAN!
Dartz: Why do you think he's rusty? Because he's one of the classics?
That actually gives me a good idea. More on that never.
As for your other point, in Soviet Russia TSAB, book reads you!
**********
...well, that didn't work. Quick- damage control! I held the man's gaze for a second or two more, before looking down, smiling ruefully. "You caught me, Enforcer. I really am from an unadministrated world, but I've got a few friends from Vaizen who like to visit every so often. I asked one of them for a lift to Mid... oh, about a week ago... so I could get tested for mage potential."
I put on my best abashed look. "...I probably shouldn't've let him do it after a night out on the town. I think he flubbed some of the coordinates."
Piros snorted at that. "Let me get this straight. You went out and got drunk with this friend of yours, so he teleported you to an uncolonized world at the ass-end of dimensional nowhere?"
Is he actually falling for it?! Might as well keep going, I guess... "Well, it'd been quite a night. I was a little too tipsy to realize it wasn't a good idea." I shrugged, grinning a bit. "Still, he got me where I needed to go, and nobody died. I'm not all that upset."
The Enforcer quite clearly disagreed, if the the long-suffering sigh he made was any indication. "Stupid kids... we've been telling them not to drink and 'port for almost a century now, and what do they do?" It was all I could do to keep the manic grin off my face- he'd actually believed me! He facepalmed, muttering to himself for a little while- the only bit I caught was "...should make those punks do the paperwork..." I didn't really worry too much about it until the muttering turned into demented cackling.
...did a freakin' ENFORCER just have a psychotic break?!
...thankfully, it didn't last. The cackling subsided, and after a good ten seconds of slow, deep breaths, Piros went back into 'professional mode'. "Right. I don't have the range or the power to get both of us back to Karnarog, so I'm going to call in the Preta. She'll ferry us back to civilization, and you can hop a ferry to Mid, or Vaizen, or wherever the hell you feel like going.
If you have the potential, the TSAB is always looking for more mages. Just ask around- anybody can point you in the right direction." He looked me over for a second, taking in my lack of physique, habitual squint, and the like. "...though you might find one of the other organizations in TSAB space more to your liking. Perhaps the Infinity Archivists?"
I opened my mouth, intending to provide a witty retort, when both of us were suddenly somewhere else.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.