((Note from author:
this story was suposed to go up over two months ago.... but i go lazy, enjoy))
06/06/09
Faultline
Blade Safe House #005
MiMi sighed as she adjusted her glasses. Here she was in Paragon City, trying to better understand her human half. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult. It
had been six days since she had slept with Dark Fusionette, and since then DF had been spreading rumours amongst the Infamous about her and what they had done.
MiMi didn't feel any regret for what she had done. Hell, she had used sex before to help complete some missions. However, D.F.'s constant harping about
it was…embarrassing, the realization of this had left her some what shocked.
Carefully running her fingers through her hair, she went over her plan. For the last three days, she had attended many different social gatherings to try and
understand human nature and how they socialized. Tonight, she would attend something called "speed dating".
Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a slight twinge of disgust at her organic body.
She, along with nearly every other blade, was made to be as human as possible. The only non-organic components of the blades were their skeleton and the
synthetic brains - the only exceptions were herself, due to her Irken hard drive wired into her synthetic brain, and Teyla. But Teyla was originally a
Scimitar, so most of the others didn't really count her.
She walked to the bed, one of the few features in the room, and opened the duffle bag on it. Inside were a handful of different outfits, including her combat
fatigues and several spare cyber arms. She carefully lifted out one that looked just like a plain arm, placing it to one side. She rolled up her sleeve,
removed the slightly bulkier cyber arm she had on, and replaced it with the 'normal' one.
She gave herself another onceover in the mirror. She had to admit that she had done all right with her current disguise, a simple brown and black shirt, a pair
of slightly faded jeans, and some plain glasses. A minor annoyance of her human nature was her poor eye sight. As an afterthought, she brushed her fringe out
of her eyes and smiled at her refection.
Hopefully, tonight's test of human interaction would yield some positive results.
###
MiMi sighed. This was obviously not one of her better plans. For most of the night, she had dealt with ether stuttering idiots or men that oozed so much sleaze
that she could bottle it and sell it as oil.
MiMi didn't bother to look up as the next man sat down at the table, the last one of this god awful evening, after a couple of seconds, there was a polite
cough.
"Hi, I'm Jack." He spoke some what nervously as he offered her his hand.
Looking up MiMi saw the man across the table, and was immediate surprised by her reaction to him. Heart rate tripled, increased blood flow to face. MiMi blinked a couple of times, the man across from her was dressed rather
plainly, but something about him… it was sending all sorts of strange reactions through her body.,
"Er… I'm Mi - Milssia." She stammered as she took his hand. Now speech is failing and I almost blew my
cover. Focus! He's just a normal human, nothing special.
"Um…so er?" What the hell? I must have a virus or something.
Jack looked at her. "Are you okay? You're turning a little red"
MiMi bit her lip slightly before replying. "It's just a little warm, that's all."
Jack nodded, they sat there for a while, each one trying to think of what to say next. Maybe he's suffering the
same infection I am? MiMi thought, Jack was looking a little flushed, while her body was assailing her with more retched demands… some of them making
little to no sense.
He coughed before speaking again. "Sorry, I'm not really good at this." He said, shifting in his seat. He
seams uncomfortable maybe I should ask him about this?
"I-I-I thought this sort of thing was meant to help people g-get over being shy?" MiMi replied.
Crap, that sounds horrid…why can't I just speak normally?
"Yeah, but normally you sign up of your own free will."
"You weren't?"
"No, my nosey sister signed me up for this. She said that I needed a 'social life' instead of hanging around the house.
MiMi's eyes drooped. He heart sunk a little "I-I see. So you don't want to be here."
Jack blushed and Mimi's heart began to ramp up again. "Well, I didn't, but…uh…so, what do you do for work?"
MiMi paused for a moment, confused by the abrupt change of subject, before finally answering. "I, um, work odd jobs all over town, but in my spare time I
paint."
"Oh…anything in particular?"
"Um… what ever really takes my fancy I guess. How about you?"
"Oh, I used to be in the Army. I retired early a few months ago due to family hardship. Both my parents died suddenly."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you. I'm getting by."
MiMi was surprised by how easily this was going, that she and Jack were talking a lot easier now. This must be the ice
breaker they talk about… whoever 'they' are. Once she managed to ignore whatever was affecting her body to have it make such bizarre demands, it
was easier to talk to Jack.
They continued to chat for a while before the buzzer went off. Jack smiled as he stood up. "It was a pleasure meeting you Milissa."
MiMi smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you to, Jack." She extended her hand, which Jack took in a
firm hand shake before turning and heading off.
After Jack had moved on MiMi looked at her hand like it was the first time she'd ever seen it. She could feel a rush of blood to her face again. Lucky this
evening was over. Her body was starting to feel strange again, all those demands increasing tenfold.
She quickly filled out her card for the evening and headed back to the safe house, this really needed further examination.
###
When MiMi entered the safe house she made a bee line to the small medical facility and begun to run tests on herself. There's got to be a reason for these reactions. I must have been infected by some sort of virus or something.
She spent the next few hours running every conceivable test, but the results all came back negative. She was
suffering no infections and her hard drive was clean, she was perfectly normal. What the hell is going on?
She walked back to the bed room and dropped her self onto the bed. Her simple experiment was yielding more questions than answers. As she took her
glasses off she grumbled slightly as the world around her became slightly fuzzy, she'd have to see if Dib would finally get around to cloning a new pair
for her.
She yawned slightly, and slowly drifted off to sleep, she could spend tomorrow trying figure out what was
going on in her head.
###
Next morning
MiMi slowly dragged her self out of bed. She had got practically no sleep last night, Her dreams, something
she was still getting used to, had been…confusing. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to remember…did this happen to all humans?
She dragged her self out of bed and walked to the computer desk in the corner of the room. She carefully started it up and entered a handful of passwords. The
system registered her and she opened a web browser and waited for her civilian ID's e-mails to download, while in a separate window she checked to see if
Dib had decided to end her leave.
She slumped slightly when she saw no new messages from Dib. There were a handful from the other Blades, some of them asking how she was coping, others asking
if the rumours about her and D.F. were true. She let out a snarl and closed the window. She was about to shut down the computer when it let out a small beep to
tell her it had finished scanning her civilian e-mails for any viruses.
Curiously, she opened the handful that had passed the gauntlet of spyware. She slowly made her way thought them till she got to the last one. It was from the
speed dating agency.
She read thought it, feeling some what expectant. Why the hell am I
getting excited, it's just a bloody email. It was the usual thanks for coming, as she read down she spotted the potential matches she made last night.
Her eyes caught one name and she felt an odd sense of joy.
Jack. Jack White.
MiMi stared at the screen for a few minutes heart rate has increased, but I'm just looking at the name… what the
hell? There must be some reason as to why this one man caused such a reaction in her. Maybe I should meet him
again, just to check… for scientific reasons.
this story was suposed to go up over two months ago.... but i go lazy, enjoy))
06/06/09
Faultline
Blade Safe House #005
MiMi sighed as she adjusted her glasses. Here she was in Paragon City, trying to better understand her human half. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult. It
had been six days since she had slept with Dark Fusionette, and since then DF had been spreading rumours amongst the Infamous about her and what they had done.
MiMi didn't feel any regret for what she had done. Hell, she had used sex before to help complete some missions. However, D.F.'s constant harping about
it was…embarrassing, the realization of this had left her some what shocked.
Carefully running her fingers through her hair, she went over her plan. For the last three days, she had attended many different social gatherings to try and
understand human nature and how they socialized. Tonight, she would attend something called "speed dating".
Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a slight twinge of disgust at her organic body.
She, along with nearly every other blade, was made to be as human as possible. The only non-organic components of the blades were their skeleton and the
synthetic brains - the only exceptions were herself, due to her Irken hard drive wired into her synthetic brain, and Teyla. But Teyla was originally a
Scimitar, so most of the others didn't really count her.
She walked to the bed, one of the few features in the room, and opened the duffle bag on it. Inside were a handful of different outfits, including her combat
fatigues and several spare cyber arms. She carefully lifted out one that looked just like a plain arm, placing it to one side. She rolled up her sleeve,
removed the slightly bulkier cyber arm she had on, and replaced it with the 'normal' one.
She gave herself another onceover in the mirror. She had to admit that she had done all right with her current disguise, a simple brown and black shirt, a pair
of slightly faded jeans, and some plain glasses. A minor annoyance of her human nature was her poor eye sight. As an afterthought, she brushed her fringe out
of her eyes and smiled at her refection.
Hopefully, tonight's test of human interaction would yield some positive results.
###
MiMi sighed. This was obviously not one of her better plans. For most of the night, she had dealt with ether stuttering idiots or men that oozed so much sleaze
that she could bottle it and sell it as oil.
MiMi didn't bother to look up as the next man sat down at the table, the last one of this god awful evening, after a couple of seconds, there was a polite
cough.
"Hi, I'm Jack." He spoke some what nervously as he offered her his hand.
Looking up MiMi saw the man across the table, and was immediate surprised by her reaction to him. Heart rate tripled, increased blood flow to face. MiMi blinked a couple of times, the man across from her was dressed rather
plainly, but something about him… it was sending all sorts of strange reactions through her body.,
"Er… I'm Mi - Milssia." She stammered as she took his hand. Now speech is failing and I almost blew my
cover. Focus! He's just a normal human, nothing special.
"Um…so er?" What the hell? I must have a virus or something.
Jack looked at her. "Are you okay? You're turning a little red"
MiMi bit her lip slightly before replying. "It's just a little warm, that's all."
Jack nodded, they sat there for a while, each one trying to think of what to say next. Maybe he's suffering the
same infection I am? MiMi thought, Jack was looking a little flushed, while her body was assailing her with more retched demands… some of them making
little to no sense.
He coughed before speaking again. "Sorry, I'm not really good at this." He said, shifting in his seat. He
seams uncomfortable maybe I should ask him about this?
"I-I-I thought this sort of thing was meant to help people g-get over being shy?" MiMi replied.
Crap, that sounds horrid…why can't I just speak normally?
"Yeah, but normally you sign up of your own free will."
"You weren't?"
"No, my nosey sister signed me up for this. She said that I needed a 'social life' instead of hanging around the house.
MiMi's eyes drooped. He heart sunk a little "I-I see. So you don't want to be here."
Jack blushed and Mimi's heart began to ramp up again. "Well, I didn't, but…uh…so, what do you do for work?"
MiMi paused for a moment, confused by the abrupt change of subject, before finally answering. "I, um, work odd jobs all over town, but in my spare time I
paint."
"Oh…anything in particular?"
"Um… what ever really takes my fancy I guess. How about you?"
"Oh, I used to be in the Army. I retired early a few months ago due to family hardship. Both my parents died suddenly."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you. I'm getting by."
MiMi was surprised by how easily this was going, that she and Jack were talking a lot easier now. This must be the ice
breaker they talk about… whoever 'they' are. Once she managed to ignore whatever was affecting her body to have it make such bizarre demands, it
was easier to talk to Jack.
They continued to chat for a while before the buzzer went off. Jack smiled as he stood up. "It was a pleasure meeting you Milissa."
MiMi smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you to, Jack." She extended her hand, which Jack took in a
firm hand shake before turning and heading off.
After Jack had moved on MiMi looked at her hand like it was the first time she'd ever seen it. She could feel a rush of blood to her face again. Lucky this
evening was over. Her body was starting to feel strange again, all those demands increasing tenfold.
She quickly filled out her card for the evening and headed back to the safe house, this really needed further examination.
###
When MiMi entered the safe house she made a bee line to the small medical facility and begun to run tests on herself. There's got to be a reason for these reactions. I must have been infected by some sort of virus or something.
She spent the next few hours running every conceivable test, but the results all came back negative. She was
suffering no infections and her hard drive was clean, she was perfectly normal. What the hell is going on?
She walked back to the bed room and dropped her self onto the bed. Her simple experiment was yielding more questions than answers. As she took her
glasses off she grumbled slightly as the world around her became slightly fuzzy, she'd have to see if Dib would finally get around to cloning a new pair
for her.
She yawned slightly, and slowly drifted off to sleep, she could spend tomorrow trying figure out what was
going on in her head.
###
Next morning
MiMi slowly dragged her self out of bed. She had got practically no sleep last night, Her dreams, something
she was still getting used to, had been…confusing. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to remember…did this happen to all humans?
She dragged her self out of bed and walked to the computer desk in the corner of the room. She carefully started it up and entered a handful of passwords. The
system registered her and she opened a web browser and waited for her civilian ID's e-mails to download, while in a separate window she checked to see if
Dib had decided to end her leave.
She slumped slightly when she saw no new messages from Dib. There were a handful from the other Blades, some of them asking how she was coping, others asking
if the rumours about her and D.F. were true. She let out a snarl and closed the window. She was about to shut down the computer when it let out a small beep to
tell her it had finished scanning her civilian e-mails for any viruses.
Curiously, she opened the handful that had passed the gauntlet of spyware. She slowly made her way thought them till she got to the last one. It was from the
speed dating agency.
She read thought it, feeling some what expectant. Why the hell am I
getting excited, it's just a bloody email. It was the usual thanks for coming, as she read down she spotted the potential matches she made last night.
Her eyes caught one name and she felt an odd sense of joy.
Jack. Jack White.
MiMi stared at the screen for a few minutes heart rate has increased, but I'm just looking at the name… what the
hell? There must be some reason as to why this one man caused such a reaction in her. Maybe I should meet him
again, just to check… for scientific reasons.