So when I was writing this Entry, I was mentally reading the captain's lines in a combination of Dench's M and Professor McGonagall from the movies. Not the sort of lady you want to cross.
Dartz: It was a little odd, and I appreciate your bringing it up. That's why this is an RFC- because I want opinions on what I've done right, what I've done wrong, and what people (mostly wrongly
) think I'm doing next.
Also, I nearly did that when I had the idea. That's how I knew I had to do it.
CD: /rolls to disbelieve
Seriously, thanks. ^^
Also, you might recognize a familiar sentiment in here. I almost spoiled this chat when you posted it a while back.
Rob: ...I'd've recognized Vivio's eyes right off, and been a bit more careful. As for Nanoha, I like to think I'd've either recognized her hair, her voice, or Raising Heart in inactive mode.
As for your predictions, well, I think I have that Xanatos pic somewhere around here...
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The captain blinked, a microscopic smile appearing on her face. "Very well, then, Mister Prefect. I'm told you want to be a mage. Why?
I put on a confused look. "Why, Captain, why wouldn't I? I've always been good with technology, and Devices are the most interesting gadgets ever built. That, and, well, it's *magic*, ma'am! I might end up able to fly, to teleport... who could turn that down?" As I answered the Captain's question, my tone shifted, becoming more passionate. ...and I didn't even have to lie.She mulled that answer over, only to scowl a bit. "And why, Mister Prefect, did you not mention the possibility of combat? It seems to be all our youth think of, these days."
...because you'd never help me out if you thought I wanted to pay homage to Our Lady of Blessed Demolition? "Because I live by a saying. 'No pain, no pain'. Last I checked, combat involved a lot of that... not to mention all the pain involved in getting fit enough to fight." I winced at the next bit. "Besides, look at me! I'm clumsy, I'm not nearly healthy enough to survive combat, and I have the reaction speeds of a rock. To put it simply, Captain, I'm not interested in combat because I have no interest in getting myself killed."
The captain nodded, visibly pleased. "Would you look at that, Enforcer! A young man who actually knows his limits!" She looked back over to me, blithely ignoring Piros' wince and muttered comment of "I'm not old, Captain". "Mister Prefect, report to the infirmary. I've instructed the ship's doctor to give you a complete physical- I daresay that'll tell you everything you care to know about you career prospects! We'll be arriving at Karnarog in approximately eighteen hours- I suggest you take the time to do some research!"
I turned to leave, only to stop in my tracks as the captain called my name- well, my alias. "Mister Prefect!"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You've been assigned a set of quarters for the duration of the journey. I expect", she said, tart as can be, "you to clean yourself and your belongings up thoroughly before you do anything else on my ship. Is that understood?"
For a moment, I considered snapping off my best imitation of a proper salute... but that'd probably just irritate her. "Gladly, Captain!"
The captain smiled at that. "Good. You are dismissed, Mister Prefect." She then turned to the Enforcer, bringing up one of those nifty holographic windows the mages here use.I didn't get a look at what was on that window, because I was already turning around, and walking to the door. When the captain of a ship speaks, the wise man listens... especially when he's told to do what he already wants to do, anyway.
Five minutes later, I got a chance to say something I'd always wanted to say.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I NOW!"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Dartz: It was a little odd, and I appreciate your bringing it up. That's why this is an RFC- because I want opinions on what I've done right, what I've done wrong, and what people (mostly wrongly
) think I'm doing next.Also, I nearly did that when I had the idea. That's how I knew I had to do it.
CD: /rolls to disbelieve
Seriously, thanks. ^^
Also, you might recognize a familiar sentiment in here. I almost spoiled this chat when you posted it a while back.
Rob: ...I'd've recognized Vivio's eyes right off, and been a bit more careful. As for Nanoha, I like to think I'd've either recognized her hair, her voice, or Raising Heart in inactive mode.
As for your predictions, well, I think I have that Xanatos pic somewhere around here...
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The captain blinked, a microscopic smile appearing on her face. "Very well, then, Mister Prefect. I'm told you want to be a mage. Why?
I put on a confused look. "Why, Captain, why wouldn't I? I've always been good with technology, and Devices are the most interesting gadgets ever built. That, and, well, it's *magic*, ma'am! I might end up able to fly, to teleport... who could turn that down?" As I answered the Captain's question, my tone shifted, becoming more passionate. ...and I didn't even have to lie.She mulled that answer over, only to scowl a bit. "And why, Mister Prefect, did you not mention the possibility of combat? It seems to be all our youth think of, these days."
...because you'd never help me out if you thought I wanted to pay homage to Our Lady of Blessed Demolition? "Because I live by a saying. 'No pain, no pain'. Last I checked, combat involved a lot of that... not to mention all the pain involved in getting fit enough to fight." I winced at the next bit. "Besides, look at me! I'm clumsy, I'm not nearly healthy enough to survive combat, and I have the reaction speeds of a rock. To put it simply, Captain, I'm not interested in combat because I have no interest in getting myself killed."
The captain nodded, visibly pleased. "Would you look at that, Enforcer! A young man who actually knows his limits!" She looked back over to me, blithely ignoring Piros' wince and muttered comment of "I'm not old, Captain". "Mister Prefect, report to the infirmary. I've instructed the ship's doctor to give you a complete physical- I daresay that'll tell you everything you care to know about you career prospects! We'll be arriving at Karnarog in approximately eighteen hours- I suggest you take the time to do some research!"
I turned to leave, only to stop in my tracks as the captain called my name- well, my alias. "Mister Prefect!"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You've been assigned a set of quarters for the duration of the journey. I expect", she said, tart as can be, "you to clean yourself and your belongings up thoroughly before you do anything else on my ship. Is that understood?"
For a moment, I considered snapping off my best imitation of a proper salute... but that'd probably just irritate her. "Gladly, Captain!"
The captain smiled at that. "Good. You are dismissed, Mister Prefect." She then turned to the Enforcer, bringing up one of those nifty holographic windows the mages here use.I didn't get a look at what was on that window, because I was already turning around, and walking to the door. When the captain of a ship speaks, the wise man listens... especially when he's told to do what he already wants to do, anyway.
Five minutes later, I got a chance to say something I'd always wanted to say.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I NOW!"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.