...not sure what you mean, BA. I'm still building up to a climax, here- this dog isn't that shaggy.
As for the reaction, well... I've basically been trying to give SI-me a competence level of 'usually'. Most of the time, I let myself succeed partially, some of the time, I fail to some degree, and every so often, I get an unqualified success. Since writer-me definitely took Charisma as a dump stat, it seemed like social interaction was a good place to put most of the fail. Hence the whole Quattro plot, and me irritating Sein- I'm oblivious and socially out-of-touch enough to do things like this (and yes, aware of that fact on my own- it's not something I've needed explained), so it made sense.
Okay, lost where I was going, there. Oh- right- the Flat What. Sein has... let's call it a way with words. I try not to overuse the FW, simply because of how quickly it gets old, but Sein ended up putting things so pithily that no other response would do. She's fun to write, and yes I *know* I keep saying that.
Sorry, but my inquisitor's fresh out of Comfy Chairs. Her psyker could probably make you *think* you were sitting in one... until it started gibbering and sprouting tentacles, of course.
A good point, too. Will I lose author cred (what little I have) if I mention that I didn't even think of that?
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"I said, why do you think I'm Tre? Why do you think that the only thing I care about is the mission?" She leaned forward, poking me in the chest with one finger. "Are you really that blind? I KNOW you're not that stupid."
What else could you care about? You just making sure your play-buddy's okay? "Oh, I know you're not Tre. You have a sense of fun."That didn't work. Angry Sein is still angry.
...aw, crap. I'm going to have to 'fess up, aren't I? Yep. All the same issue, so I can't get around it.I slumped where I stood, and gave in. "...you asked what's wrong with me? I'll tell you. I'm a failure, Sein... and I just keep making it worse."
Sein's eyes widened in confusion. "Failure? I know you were pulled off missions a while back, but-"
"Not that failure, Sein. Quattro."
"Oh. Right." Sein blinked, tilting her head to one side in confusion. "Why'd you do that? Running away like that, I mean. I've been trying to figure it out for weeks!"
I sighed, sitting down on the floor. "It's... a bit of a long story." As I was going over it in my head- gotta get this right the first time!- Sein sat down opposite me.
"...well, maybe not so long. Quattro reminds me of somebody... of some people... I used to know." Mostly of herself, but I can't say that. Jail might get ideas. "One of them was a girl I used to love, once upon a time."
Sein leaned in, clearly curious. "Oh? What happened? Did you run away from Quattro because you wanted to take her in your arms and..." Her voice drifted off, but I could tell she hadn't lost her train of thought, what with how heavily she was blushing.W-was that a giggle I just heard? A *perverted* giggle?! Oh, my- best cut this off quick.In a blunt, emotionless monotone, I responded. "...one day, out of the blue if I recall correctly, she broke up with me. Then she spent the next two hours verbally eviscerating me. She systematically attacked every insecurity, every doubt, every weak point in my psyche. By the time she finally left, I'd lost any sort of self-worth I ever had."Huh. Thought that that would hurt more... or at least evoke some bitterness. Truly, time heals all wounds.A beat later, while she was still processing this, I moved to my next point. "The other one was worse."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As for the reaction, well... I've basically been trying to give SI-me a competence level of 'usually'. Most of the time, I let myself succeed partially, some of the time, I fail to some degree, and every so often, I get an unqualified success. Since writer-me definitely took Charisma as a dump stat, it seemed like social interaction was a good place to put most of the fail. Hence the whole Quattro plot, and me irritating Sein- I'm oblivious and socially out-of-touch enough to do things like this (and yes, aware of that fact on my own- it's not something I've needed explained), so it made sense.
Okay, lost where I was going, there. Oh- right- the Flat What. Sein has... let's call it a way with words. I try not to overuse the FW, simply because of how quickly it gets old, but Sein ended up putting things so pithily that no other response would do. She's fun to write, and yes I *know* I keep saying that.
Sorry, but my inquisitor's fresh out of Comfy Chairs. Her psyker could probably make you *think* you were sitting in one... until it started gibbering and sprouting tentacles, of course.
A good point, too. Will I lose author cred (what little I have) if I mention that I didn't even think of that?
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"I said, why do you think I'm Tre? Why do you think that the only thing I care about is the mission?" She leaned forward, poking me in the chest with one finger. "Are you really that blind? I KNOW you're not that stupid."
What else could you care about? You just making sure your play-buddy's okay? "Oh, I know you're not Tre. You have a sense of fun."That didn't work. Angry Sein is still angry.
...aw, crap. I'm going to have to 'fess up, aren't I? Yep. All the same issue, so I can't get around it.I slumped where I stood, and gave in. "...you asked what's wrong with me? I'll tell you. I'm a failure, Sein... and I just keep making it worse."
Sein's eyes widened in confusion. "Failure? I know you were pulled off missions a while back, but-"
"Not that failure, Sein. Quattro."
"Oh. Right." Sein blinked, tilting her head to one side in confusion. "Why'd you do that? Running away like that, I mean. I've been trying to figure it out for weeks!"
I sighed, sitting down on the floor. "It's... a bit of a long story." As I was going over it in my head- gotta get this right the first time!- Sein sat down opposite me.
"...well, maybe not so long. Quattro reminds me of somebody... of some people... I used to know." Mostly of herself, but I can't say that. Jail might get ideas. "One of them was a girl I used to love, once upon a time."
Sein leaned in, clearly curious. "Oh? What happened? Did you run away from Quattro because you wanted to take her in your arms and..." Her voice drifted off, but I could tell she hadn't lost her train of thought, what with how heavily she was blushing.W-was that a giggle I just heard? A *perverted* giggle?! Oh, my- best cut this off quick.In a blunt, emotionless monotone, I responded. "...one day, out of the blue if I recall correctly, she broke up with me. Then she spent the next two hours verbally eviscerating me. She systematically attacked every insecurity, every doubt, every weak point in my psyche. By the time she finally left, I'd lost any sort of self-worth I ever had."Huh. Thought that that would hurt more... or at least evoke some bitterness. Truly, time heals all wounds.A beat later, while she was still processing this, I moved to my next point. "The other one was worse."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.