I know where I'm going after MSLN. Incidentally, I *don't* really know Dirty Pair, nor do I have much motivation to learn it, so I doubt I could do it justice.
Hel, I'm hard enough pressed to not foul-up MSLN massively, and I know it fairly well!
I was actually thinking that expies of the Pair would fit the bounty-hunting arc better than anything else. They'd be independents, so the Bureau not calling them in for Incidents would work... not that I need to justify that. I'm already trying to establish that this version of the 'verse is bigger than what you've seen on screen- I could just fold them in as Bureau mages, off doing Important Things in the far reaches of dimensional space.
...after all, if they're off in the space boonies, they can't break any *important* planets, stations, ships, people, cities, space-time continuua, and/or budgets, can they?
I'm an only child- was actually a rather sheltered one at that. How much of your question was sarcasm, anyway?
I've never really been all that good at really manipulating people IRL, either. What I am is really good at making things sound logical, and significantly aware of the subtle differences between one word and another- even when said words are commonly used interchangeably. I just happen to be dealing with abnormally rational, socially inexperienced 'combat savants' that consider me far more of a family member than I realize. Situational advantages, ho!
...while I might be built strong enough for something like that, I probably wouldn't think of it, and would likely dismiss it out of hand if I did. I know I'm stronger than I was, but I haven't fully internalized that... or realized that I have good enough balance to compensate for a shoulder-sister. Even if I had, I don't think many of the Numbers would go for that.
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This is the life, I thought to myself, idly sending another spell downrange. The math is working out, my spells are getting better and better, and Sein can't just pop into magical containment rooms willy-nilly.
"Hey, little bro! What'cha doing?"
I sighed, slumping a bit. Speak of the silly, and she appears. Hasn't she ever heard of privacy? "Hey, Sein. How'd you get in here?"
That got me a funny look. "The door was unlocked, so I walked right in!"
How did I miss that?!
While I was kicking myself over my lapse, Sein came up behind me, crossed her arms, and leaned over, resting her arms on the top of my head. "I still want to see what you're working on, little bro."
I scowled, pushing her arms off my head. "Older brother, Sein.
Anyway, I'm trying out some ideas I had for new spells. Mostly, I'm trying to figure out how I should be using my IS."
I felt Sein's arms land on my shoulders, as she set her head on top of mine. "Oh, yeah, your IS! What is it? What's it called? What's it do?"
I smiled, just a bit. "It... doesn't really have a name, any longer. As for what it does? You see that target over there?" I pointed at the target- a stereotypical round bulls-eye disk, held in a stand on top of a wood block- at the other end of the range.
Sein looked up, in the direction I'd pointed. "Mhm!"
I lifted one arm, Malleus shifting to shooting mode, and took aim. "Watch this." One volley of missiles later, and the target disk slammed into the floor, ripping straight through the stand and wood block in the process. Another target appeared, and I fired another group of missiles at it. This time, the stand holding the target plate bent and snapped. The plate fell, bouncing off the wood block, and falling to the floor with a dull clonk.
I felt Sein, her head back on top of mine, blink a few times. "You can create gravity? Wow!"
Okay, she's smarter than she acts. Need to remember that.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Hel, I'm hard enough pressed to not foul-up MSLN massively, and I know it fairly well!
I was actually thinking that expies of the Pair would fit the bounty-hunting arc better than anything else. They'd be independents, so the Bureau not calling them in for Incidents would work... not that I need to justify that. I'm already trying to establish that this version of the 'verse is bigger than what you've seen on screen- I could just fold them in as Bureau mages, off doing Important Things in the far reaches of dimensional space.
...after all, if they're off in the space boonies, they can't break any *important* planets, stations, ships, people, cities, space-time continuua, and/or budgets, can they?
I'm an only child- was actually a rather sheltered one at that. How much of your question was sarcasm, anyway?
I've never really been all that good at really manipulating people IRL, either. What I am is really good at making things sound logical, and significantly aware of the subtle differences between one word and another- even when said words are commonly used interchangeably. I just happen to be dealing with abnormally rational, socially inexperienced 'combat savants' that consider me far more of a family member than I realize. Situational advantages, ho!
...while I might be built strong enough for something like that, I probably wouldn't think of it, and would likely dismiss it out of hand if I did. I know I'm stronger than I was, but I haven't fully internalized that... or realized that I have good enough balance to compensate for a shoulder-sister. Even if I had, I don't think many of the Numbers would go for that.
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This is the life, I thought to myself, idly sending another spell downrange. The math is working out, my spells are getting better and better, and Sein can't just pop into magical containment rooms willy-nilly.
"Hey, little bro! What'cha doing?"
I sighed, slumping a bit. Speak of the silly, and she appears. Hasn't she ever heard of privacy? "Hey, Sein. How'd you get in here?"
That got me a funny look. "The door was unlocked, so I walked right in!"
How did I miss that?!
While I was kicking myself over my lapse, Sein came up behind me, crossed her arms, and leaned over, resting her arms on the top of my head. "I still want to see what you're working on, little bro."
I scowled, pushing her arms off my head. "Older brother, Sein.
Anyway, I'm trying out some ideas I had for new spells. Mostly, I'm trying to figure out how I should be using my IS."
I felt Sein's arms land on my shoulders, as she set her head on top of mine. "Oh, yeah, your IS! What is it? What's it called? What's it do?"
I smiled, just a bit. "It... doesn't really have a name, any longer. As for what it does? You see that target over there?" I pointed at the target- a stereotypical round bulls-eye disk, held in a stand on top of a wood block- at the other end of the range.
Sein looked up, in the direction I'd pointed. "Mhm!"
I lifted one arm, Malleus shifting to shooting mode, and took aim. "Watch this." One volley of missiles later, and the target disk slammed into the floor, ripping straight through the stand and wood block in the process. Another target appeared, and I fired another group of missiles at it. This time, the stand holding the target plate bent and snapped. The plate fell, bouncing off the wood block, and falling to the floor with a dull clonk.
I felt Sein, her head back on top of mine, blink a few times. "You can create gravity? Wow!"
Okay, she's smarter than she acts. Need to remember that.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.