One note. This chapter was written before I got a handle on Cinque's character. She's slightly off-voice, and will be revised for the SB thread.Rob: As opposed to what, an action hero? They always have a quip handy.
yesilmavi: I did answer that in the SB thread. That was a red herring, and a reference to an earlier concept for the fic. Was going to be a point-driven trollfic, but then I started writing, and, well...
CD: Fair enough. Somehow, I automatically thought of it in terms of a ground combat spell, or an urban, between-skyscrapers one. My mistake.
It's amazing. Every time I write Sein, d'awws come out. She'll get more serious when she goes out on a mission.
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"Hey, Cinque."
Cinque stopped in mid-throw, catching the knife she'd just started to let fly, and turned around. "Imma. What brings you here?"
I sighed. "Boredom, mostly. I needed to take a break from work. Thought I'd wander the base for a while."
She blinked, puzzled. "How can you be bored? You've got so much to work on."
Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, Cinque. We can't all be built for close-range combat.I glared at her for a second. "Thank you so much for bringing that up. While you're at it, why don't you give me a paper cut, and pur lemon juice all over it?"
The sheer look of incomprehension on Cinque's face was brilliant. "...what?!"
Cinque really needs to get out more."What do you mean, 'Cinque really needs to get out more?' I leave the complex every week."
Huh. I thought I had that inner monologue problem licked, I thought to myself, carefully making sure my mouth was shut the entire time. That's more like it.
Maybe this could be an opportunity.
As I was thinking that, I closed the distance between me and Cinque, until I was standing right next to her. "For any number of reasons, sister mine." I threw one arm over her shoulders, pulling her into a one-armed hug. "For one thing, 'needing to get out more' doesn't quite mean what you thought it would. For another, why do you leave the complex every week?"Are you getting used to being confused yet? You've been doing it often enough.
"For missions, of course."
I smirked, giving Cinque a friendly squeeze. "And these missions of yours involve what, exactly? Breaking into isolated compounds on barely populated planets, blowing up robots and criminals and the occasional researcher, capturing strange relics of ancient empires?"
She nodded.
"So if you had to infiltrate a building in the middle of a city, how would you do it?"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
yesilmavi: I did answer that in the SB thread. That was a red herring, and a reference to an earlier concept for the fic. Was going to be a point-driven trollfic, but then I started writing, and, well...
CD: Fair enough. Somehow, I automatically thought of it in terms of a ground combat spell, or an urban, between-skyscrapers one. My mistake.
It's amazing. Every time I write Sein, d'awws come out. She'll get more serious when she goes out on a mission.
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"Hey, Cinque."
Cinque stopped in mid-throw, catching the knife she'd just started to let fly, and turned around. "Imma. What brings you here?"
I sighed. "Boredom, mostly. I needed to take a break from work. Thought I'd wander the base for a while."
She blinked, puzzled. "How can you be bored? You've got so much to work on."
Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, Cinque. We can't all be built for close-range combat.I glared at her for a second. "Thank you so much for bringing that up. While you're at it, why don't you give me a paper cut, and pur lemon juice all over it?"
The sheer look of incomprehension on Cinque's face was brilliant. "...what?!"
Cinque really needs to get out more."What do you mean, 'Cinque really needs to get out more?' I leave the complex every week."
Huh. I thought I had that inner monologue problem licked, I thought to myself, carefully making sure my mouth was shut the entire time. That's more like it.
Maybe this could be an opportunity.
As I was thinking that, I closed the distance between me and Cinque, until I was standing right next to her. "For any number of reasons, sister mine." I threw one arm over her shoulders, pulling her into a one-armed hug. "For one thing, 'needing to get out more' doesn't quite mean what you thought it would. For another, why do you leave the complex every week?"Are you getting used to being confused yet? You've been doing it often enough.
"For missions, of course."
I smirked, giving Cinque a friendly squeeze. "And these missions of yours involve what, exactly? Breaking into isolated compounds on barely populated planets, blowing up robots and criminals and the occasional researcher, capturing strange relics of ancient empires?"
She nodded.
"So if you had to infiltrate a building in the middle of a city, how would you do it?"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.