There are a few significant things that happen in this bit. Can you find them all?
Dartz: YES. Well, sort of. Not really. Difficult to explain.
CD: It's sort of hard to react to something you've been expecting for half the fic to date, isn't it? And here I thought this hadn't been done before. ^^
Also, now I have Ork Scaglietti running through my head. It scares me.
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Awareness. Not laying down/not where I was? Possible Plan success/chance of other faction. Hostility assumed until disproven. Best approach? Collect data/put off confro-
"There's no need to pretend, Mister Prefect. I know you're awake."
Baritone voice/affable phrasing/sinister undertone suggests Plan success. Awareness permits overt action. Surprised he sounds so much like seiyuu....probably being monitored. Crap.
With that, I opened my eyes, and tried to move- unsuccessfully, as it turns out. I'd been placed in a rather tight full-body bind. All I could move was my head. Red binds, greenish/orange walls? Plan successful. Next phase- negotiation.
Given all of this, I already knew who I was dealing with... and what he was capable of. From a purely scientific perspective, the man was brilliant. Using that perspective (and a good bit of focus to avoid thinking of my current unpleasant situation), I put as much pleased respect into my voice as I could manage.
"I'd expect no less of you, Doctor Jail Scaglietti. It's an honor to meet you at last."
"Oh? How wonderful! How wonderful, indeed!" A beat later... "Tre!"
As he spoke, I heard something in my nose crunch. Then I felt it- that odd sensation of some of your body pushed into a position it's never before occupied. As I was contemplating that particular sensation, I began to feel the pain. That kept me rather busy for a bit.
During all of that, I never saw the blow.
Finally, the pain faded to a manageable agony, and I turned my attention outward. Almost laughed when I noticed a complete lack of evil monologue. Figures. Evil Doctor would know when I couldn't listen to him talk.
When he began to talk once more, it was in what I used to think of as his 'crazy voice', back when I was watching StrikerS. "Uno saw your little ad on the Link a few days ago." ...days?! How long have I been out?! "Imagine my surprise when I read it- when I realized that a man with no past had learned of my wonderful dream! Amazing! How very amazing!"
The voice- I still couldn't see the not-so-good Doctor anywhere near me, so he must be projecting it into the room- continued. "I couldn't help but take an interest, so I had dear Uno see what this mysterious 'Ford Prefect' had been up to."
One of those holographic windows appeared in front of my face, the receipts from my two trips to Aldjthaam's displayed on it. After a second, the window with the receipts moved to the side, to be replaced with what looked like security footage of a figure (clad in a very familiar hoodie) placing a small device on the roof of a building. Double crap. I didn't know there were security cameras up there. He knows how many I bought, and knows I was planting them... Tre is a fast flier, so he could've had them all gathered... I'd be an idiot if I assumed he hadn't read the file, and yet I'm still alive, which means there's something he wants.
The Doctor's voice shifted to a chiding tone. "You've been a very busy man, Mister Prefect- very busy, indeed. And so well informed! Truly magnificent!" The tone suddenly shifted to a malevolent hiss, of a sort I don't remember hearing from him in StrikerS. "It makes me... curious."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Dartz: YES. Well, sort of. Not really. Difficult to explain.
CD: It's sort of hard to react to something you've been expecting for half the fic to date, isn't it? And here I thought this hadn't been done before. ^^
Also, now I have Ork Scaglietti running through my head. It scares me.
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Awareness. Not laying down/not where I was? Possible Plan success/chance of other faction. Hostility assumed until disproven. Best approach? Collect data/put off confro-
"There's no need to pretend, Mister Prefect. I know you're awake."
Baritone voice/affable phrasing/sinister undertone suggests Plan success. Awareness permits overt action. Surprised he sounds so much like seiyuu....probably being monitored. Crap.
With that, I opened my eyes, and tried to move- unsuccessfully, as it turns out. I'd been placed in a rather tight full-body bind. All I could move was my head. Red binds, greenish/orange walls? Plan successful. Next phase- negotiation.
Given all of this, I already knew who I was dealing with... and what he was capable of. From a purely scientific perspective, the man was brilliant. Using that perspective (and a good bit of focus to avoid thinking of my current unpleasant situation), I put as much pleased respect into my voice as I could manage.
"I'd expect no less of you, Doctor Jail Scaglietti. It's an honor to meet you at last."
"Oh? How wonderful! How wonderful, indeed!" A beat later... "Tre!"
As he spoke, I heard something in my nose crunch. Then I felt it- that odd sensation of some of your body pushed into a position it's never before occupied. As I was contemplating that particular sensation, I began to feel the pain. That kept me rather busy for a bit.
During all of that, I never saw the blow.
Finally, the pain faded to a manageable agony, and I turned my attention outward. Almost laughed when I noticed a complete lack of evil monologue. Figures. Evil Doctor would know when I couldn't listen to him talk.
When he began to talk once more, it was in what I used to think of as his 'crazy voice', back when I was watching StrikerS. "Uno saw your little ad on the Link a few days ago." ...days?! How long have I been out?! "Imagine my surprise when I read it- when I realized that a man with no past had learned of my wonderful dream! Amazing! How very amazing!"
The voice- I still couldn't see the not-so-good Doctor anywhere near me, so he must be projecting it into the room- continued. "I couldn't help but take an interest, so I had dear Uno see what this mysterious 'Ford Prefect' had been up to."
One of those holographic windows appeared in front of my face, the receipts from my two trips to Aldjthaam's displayed on it. After a second, the window with the receipts moved to the side, to be replaced with what looked like security footage of a figure (clad in a very familiar hoodie) placing a small device on the roof of a building. Double crap. I didn't know there were security cameras up there. He knows how many I bought, and knows I was planting them... Tre is a fast flier, so he could've had them all gathered... I'd be an idiot if I assumed he hadn't read the file, and yet I'm still alive, which means there's something he wants.
The Doctor's voice shifted to a chiding tone. "You've been a very busy man, Mister Prefect- very busy, indeed. And so well informed! Truly magnificent!" The tone suddenly shifted to a malevolent hiss, of a sort I don't remember hearing from him in StrikerS. "It makes me... curious."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.