[ooc: somewhere in the foo 7-9 area]
"Momma?" Lime asked. "What's going on?"
"Boskonians are attacking, sweetie. Apparently they want the technology Mr. Scott has." Karen tilted her head, listening. "Hmm. Some of the Kunstlers are in trouble." She frowned. "They've breached the walls. Not good."
"Why would they do that? Isn't Mr. Scott sharing?" Lime asked, blinking cutely.
"Sweetie, they don't want to share," Karen said, tapping her ear. "They want it all for themselves."
"That's not right! We've got to do something!"
"No it's not," Karen replied gently, "and we are. Your father is going to need your help getting all of these kids to the Pinafore so we can get them safe. It's our duty as Kandorians to save people, right?"
"Right!" Lime replied, eyes blazing with determination.
"That's my little girl," Karen said, smiling. She switched to Kryptonian. "::I love you, sweetie. Don't forget that. And protect your father. He's not as durable as we are.::"
Karen kissed Lime's forehead and began to fly towards the fighting.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
"Momma?" Lime asked. "What's going on?"
"Boskonians are attacking, sweetie. Apparently they want the technology Mr. Scott has." Karen tilted her head, listening. "Hmm. Some of the Kunstlers are in trouble." She frowned. "They've breached the walls. Not good."
"Why would they do that? Isn't Mr. Scott sharing?" Lime asked, blinking cutely.
"Sweetie, they don't want to share," Karen said, tapping her ear. "They want it all for themselves."
"That's not right! We've got to do something!"
"No it's not," Karen replied gently, "and we are. Your father is going to need your help getting all of these kids to the Pinafore so we can get them safe. It's our duty as Kandorians to save people, right?"
"Right!" Lime replied, eyes blazing with determination.
"That's my little girl," Karen said, smiling. She switched to Kryptonian. "::I love you, sweetie. Don't forget that. And protect your father. He's not as durable as we are.::"
Karen kissed Lime's forehead and began to fly towards the fighting.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll