I have a few bad habits... ones that Garrick might find rather familiar. They hadn't come up before. ^^
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"I said that you're not ready for combat. You aren't aware enough of your surroundings." Cinque paused for a second. "You understand, don't you? If you were to accompany us on missions, we would have to spend time and effort keeping you safe. That would put all our lives at risk."
It's not like I can argue with her. I'm sure trying would get me locked inside the complex until I shaped up- and I do have to shape up on that. She has a point. Better to go along for now.
I hung my head- pretty much for dramatic effect- and sighed. "You're right. I don't like it, but you're right. Until you both," I said, waving at Tre and Cinque, "agree that I'm ready, I'll stand down, and focus my efforts on learning awareness."
That should mollify them- now to keep privileges. "I'm not restricted to the base, am I? I was hoping to spend some time in civilian society in the next few weeks... and now that I think of it, a large crowd is just about the best way to train situational awareness short of an actual battle..."
I could see Cinque thinking it over. Finally, she turned to Tre. "I don't see any problem with that. Do you?"
Tre just looked at me, staring into my eyes. "You will not instigate a confrontation. If you are attacked, you are not to activate your Device, nor are you to use magic. Is this understood?"
She's SCARY when she wants to be! "Yes, ma'am!"
Tre held her stare for a few moments more- making sure I'm serious, if I'm not mistaken- before blinking, and averting her gaze. "Good. Inform one of us before you leave the base, and maintain transport discipline."
...do I have to be good, and call if I'm out past curfew?
"Understood. Am I dismissed?" The only answer I got was a nod; I took that as my cue to leave.
Entry 45 (Day 784)
I should've started with the tactical sims.
The day I got out of the tank, I approached Tre about getting some combat training, citing how I was caught unawares in the fight with Lada as need. She approved of the idea, agreed to help, and set the date for a testing exercise- earlier today.
The first half of the exercise went well. The second half, less so. I screwed up- didn't pay attention to my surroundings, letting Cinque close enough to take me out.
Sure, I didn't know she was there, but that's no excuse.
Anyway, the two of them decided that I'm not to be allowed to fight until I learn to mind my surroundings. No ifs, ands, or buts about it- I'm Not Allowed to get into a single fight until they say so.
I'd've thought that foolish, but Scaglietti and the Numbers have access to more intelligence than just about anybody else short of the Bureau. If anybody could track my current state, it'd be them. Odds are that any attempt to work my way around their ban would just get me into actual trouble.
Besides, I don't want to. They're right. I did slip up, it would've gotten me killed if it happened in a mission, and I'm a danger to any team I fight with- or to myself, if I'm alone in a battle. I already lost an arm- what more proof do I need?
Priorities now are simple. Learn situational awareness. Advance my civilian goals. Train. Getting stronger can wait until I've got the skills to use it... and until I've got this Sein off my head.
Wow! Now I see what Little Big Sis meant! You just wait, little brother- Ambush Sein is on the cas346456767usdfhgn44u5tbgbsdifvzia4k..............
First priority? LEARN HOW TO SEIN-PROOF MY JOURNAL. Seriously.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
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"I said that you're not ready for combat. You aren't aware enough of your surroundings." Cinque paused for a second. "You understand, don't you? If you were to accompany us on missions, we would have to spend time and effort keeping you safe. That would put all our lives at risk."
It's not like I can argue with her. I'm sure trying would get me locked inside the complex until I shaped up- and I do have to shape up on that. She has a point. Better to go along for now.
I hung my head- pretty much for dramatic effect- and sighed. "You're right. I don't like it, but you're right. Until you both," I said, waving at Tre and Cinque, "agree that I'm ready, I'll stand down, and focus my efforts on learning awareness."
That should mollify them- now to keep privileges. "I'm not restricted to the base, am I? I was hoping to spend some time in civilian society in the next few weeks... and now that I think of it, a large crowd is just about the best way to train situational awareness short of an actual battle..."
I could see Cinque thinking it over. Finally, she turned to Tre. "I don't see any problem with that. Do you?"
Tre just looked at me, staring into my eyes. "You will not instigate a confrontation. If you are attacked, you are not to activate your Device, nor are you to use magic. Is this understood?"
She's SCARY when she wants to be! "Yes, ma'am!"
Tre held her stare for a few moments more- making sure I'm serious, if I'm not mistaken- before blinking, and averting her gaze. "Good. Inform one of us before you leave the base, and maintain transport discipline."
...do I have to be good, and call if I'm out past curfew?
"Understood. Am I dismissed?" The only answer I got was a nod; I took that as my cue to leave.
Entry 45 (Day 784)
I should've started with the tactical sims.
The day I got out of the tank, I approached Tre about getting some combat training, citing how I was caught unawares in the fight with Lada as need. She approved of the idea, agreed to help, and set the date for a testing exercise- earlier today.
The first half of the exercise went well. The second half, less so. I screwed up- didn't pay attention to my surroundings, letting Cinque close enough to take me out.
Sure, I didn't know she was there, but that's no excuse.
Anyway, the two of them decided that I'm not to be allowed to fight until I learn to mind my surroundings. No ifs, ands, or buts about it- I'm Not Allowed to get into a single fight until they say so.
I'd've thought that foolish, but Scaglietti and the Numbers have access to more intelligence than just about anybody else short of the Bureau. If anybody could track my current state, it'd be them. Odds are that any attempt to work my way around their ban would just get me into actual trouble.
Besides, I don't want to. They're right. I did slip up, it would've gotten me killed if it happened in a mission, and I'm a danger to any team I fight with- or to myself, if I'm alone in a battle. I already lost an arm- what more proof do I need?
Priorities now are simple. Learn situational awareness. Advance my civilian goals. Train. Getting stronger can wait until I've got the skills to use it... and until I've got this Sein off my head.
Wow! Now I see what Little Big Sis meant! You just wait, little brother- Ambush Sein is on the cas346456767usdfhgn44u5tbgbsdifvzia4k..............
First priority? LEARN HOW TO SEIN-PROOF MY JOURNAL. Seriously.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.