It was a quiet day in the Barnes household. Miranda Barnes, part time heroine, full time engineer, was sitting crosslegged on the floor, dismantling one of her
brothers gauntlets and carefully arranging the parts on the drop cloth in front of her. At the table, Robert Barnes, Knight of the Peace, was trying to work
out his taxes, and not getting anywhere.
"All I got was a cheque from Hasbro," Rob grumbled. "How the hell do I know how many actual amounts of the product that is?"
"Product?" Mir asked.
"Action figures."
"Check the letter that came with the cheque. Page three," she said. Rob paused, looked at her, then stood up and went to check his records.
"How do you know that?" he called out from the next room.
"Nene mentioned it the other day," she replied, before looking up as the mail dropped through the door slot. Putting down the gauntlet and the sonic
screwdriver, she got up and collected it, sorting through assorted bills, letters and such. She paused as she found the Silky Dolls Spring Heroine Catalogue.
Looking interested, she put the rest down and started flipping through, pausing on occasion to admire either the outfits or the models.
Have you always been so interested in... oh my... murmured the mental voice of her Kheldian partner.
Not before I got you Shadey, she said. You're the one behind those lusts.
Uh-huh... Mir paused, her eyes lingering on the centerfold shot, noting that the familiar twitch of jealousy at Ifrits
figure was competing rather well with other sensations caused by the sight of the fey sister in nothing but robes of the Sybils. She's your sister, Shadey managed after a moment.
Then give me back control of my eyes, dammit! she retorted, getting a feeling of embarrassment from her partner in
response. Mir grinned slightly, then looked up as Robert came back in, his attention on the located paperwork.
"Oh yeah, here it is. Man... still can't believe I have action figures," he muttered, sitting back down. "Wild."
Mir nodded slightly, noting she really needed to do more hero work if she wanted a figure of her own. Then she looked back down at the catalogue, paused, and
considered something. That's evil. Do it! Shadey declared, having learnt the art of sibling snark surprisingly
quickly.
"Say... Rob?" the Warshade said out loud.
"Yeah?" he replied, most of his attention on a calculator.
"Ifrit's pretty much your clone, right?"
"Yes...?"
"And she started out with your personality and memories, right?"
Rob paused, apparently recognizing the tone of her voice from years of experience. "Where are you going with this?" he asked carefully.
"Well..." She turned the catalogue around for Robert to see, enjoying his 'sister sister sister' moment. "For someone that started out
as you, I find it interesting that she's so much more girly then I could ever be."
Rob's brain snapped onto the matter at hand, and he glared at the blue-haired girl. "And not just the hot body, the modeling..." Miranda
continued. "She's a mother, and there's the way she talks, her body language, the way she walks... although with hips like those, she can't
walk any other way. And her fashion sense," she mused, enjoying the giggling in her head. "You never see her just throw on a shirt and baggy pants,
it's always near perfect..."
Her brother continued glaring for a moment, then said calmly, "Go tie your tentacles in a knot."
"Something you haven't been telling me?" she grinned. "Should we go talk to a witch about a little transformation magic?"
"This is why God created Quantum weapons," he scowled, only getting a wider grin in response. "And why local firearms laws don't let me own
one," he grumbled, turning his attention back to the paperwork.
brothers gauntlets and carefully arranging the parts on the drop cloth in front of her. At the table, Robert Barnes, Knight of the Peace, was trying to work
out his taxes, and not getting anywhere.
"All I got was a cheque from Hasbro," Rob grumbled. "How the hell do I know how many actual amounts of the product that is?"
"Product?" Mir asked.
"Action figures."
"Check the letter that came with the cheque. Page three," she said. Rob paused, looked at her, then stood up and went to check his records.
"How do you know that?" he called out from the next room.
"Nene mentioned it the other day," she replied, before looking up as the mail dropped through the door slot. Putting down the gauntlet and the sonic
screwdriver, she got up and collected it, sorting through assorted bills, letters and such. She paused as she found the Silky Dolls Spring Heroine Catalogue.
Looking interested, she put the rest down and started flipping through, pausing on occasion to admire either the outfits or the models.
Have you always been so interested in... oh my... murmured the mental voice of her Kheldian partner.
Not before I got you Shadey, she said. You're the one behind those lusts.
Uh-huh... Mir paused, her eyes lingering on the centerfold shot, noting that the familiar twitch of jealousy at Ifrits
figure was competing rather well with other sensations caused by the sight of the fey sister in nothing but robes of the Sybils. She's your sister, Shadey managed after a moment.
Then give me back control of my eyes, dammit! she retorted, getting a feeling of embarrassment from her partner in
response. Mir grinned slightly, then looked up as Robert came back in, his attention on the located paperwork.
"Oh yeah, here it is. Man... still can't believe I have action figures," he muttered, sitting back down. "Wild."
Mir nodded slightly, noting she really needed to do more hero work if she wanted a figure of her own. Then she looked back down at the catalogue, paused, and
considered something. That's evil. Do it! Shadey declared, having learnt the art of sibling snark surprisingly
quickly.
"Say... Rob?" the Warshade said out loud.
"Yeah?" he replied, most of his attention on a calculator.
"Ifrit's pretty much your clone, right?"
"Yes...?"
"And she started out with your personality and memories, right?"
Rob paused, apparently recognizing the tone of her voice from years of experience. "Where are you going with this?" he asked carefully.
"Well..." She turned the catalogue around for Robert to see, enjoying his 'sister sister sister' moment. "For someone that started out
as you, I find it interesting that she's so much more girly then I could ever be."
Rob's brain snapped onto the matter at hand, and he glared at the blue-haired girl. "And not just the hot body, the modeling..." Miranda
continued. "She's a mother, and there's the way she talks, her body language, the way she walks... although with hips like those, she can't
walk any other way. And her fashion sense," she mused, enjoying the giggling in her head. "You never see her just throw on a shirt and baggy pants,
it's always near perfect..."
Her brother continued glaring for a moment, then said calmly, "Go tie your tentacles in a knot."
"Something you haven't been telling me?" she grinned. "Should we go talk to a witch about a little transformation magic?"
"This is why God created Quantum weapons," he scowled, only getting a wider grin in response. "And why local firearms laws don't let me own
one," he grumbled, turning his attention back to the paperwork.