Monday, July 6, 2009, 6:45 pm EDT-- Fox/Misty at Work
The CNN reports were muddled. China had a series of mysterious "urban wildfires." Scattered, extremely well-organized bank robberies on the West Coast had police baffled. To top it off, there was the report of apparently Superman rescuing a kitten from a tree. I said apparently because Time-Warner, which owns CNN, also owns the Superman trademark and were disputing the gentleman's right to the shield... and then they went back to grieving for Michael Jackson.
After I finished my dinner, I spent the rest of my half hour break browsing the Borders next door, and gently evading male attention. In a couple cases, a smile and saying, "Sorry, I'm underage" would be enough to deter them, but one fellow required me to apply a sleep genjutsu to get away. I absently checked the time on my Arachnos Commdevice and made my way back to finish my shift. However, there was a situation that required delicate handling.
A man was holding a gun on the office personnel and demanding cash. I took a breath and readied my chakra. Normally a Hanagawa, or, by extension, a Hanover, would resolve issues like this with subtle body language, tactile manipulation of shiatsu points and social engineering so that the situation never came up in the first place. However, things were already pear-shaped when I arrived. I worked up an effect like the Bene Gesserit Voice, and Spoke.
"STOP." I put up my hand and just barely avoided saying, "In the name of love!" Luckily, the gunman froze, his eyes rolling madly as his body failed to respond to his commands. I licked my suddenly dry lips and continued. "Put down your weapon." He obeyed.
Keeping an eye on the now disarmed attempted robber, I found the assistant manager and gently suggested (without genjutsu) that he get some strong guys to restrain the robber until the police arrived. I fought down a sense of panic. The police would want to talk to me and my ID did not match my face and I kind of doubted they'd take my doctor's note at face value. How the heck was I going to get out of this one?
''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
The CNN reports were muddled. China had a series of mysterious "urban wildfires." Scattered, extremely well-organized bank robberies on the West Coast had police baffled. To top it off, there was the report of apparently Superman rescuing a kitten from a tree. I said apparently because Time-Warner, which owns CNN, also owns the Superman trademark and were disputing the gentleman's right to the shield... and then they went back to grieving for Michael Jackson.
After I finished my dinner, I spent the rest of my half hour break browsing the Borders next door, and gently evading male attention. In a couple cases, a smile and saying, "Sorry, I'm underage" would be enough to deter them, but one fellow required me to apply a sleep genjutsu to get away. I absently checked the time on my Arachnos Commdevice and made my way back to finish my shift. However, there was a situation that required delicate handling.
A man was holding a gun on the office personnel and demanding cash. I took a breath and readied my chakra. Normally a Hanagawa, or, by extension, a Hanover, would resolve issues like this with subtle body language, tactile manipulation of shiatsu points and social engineering so that the situation never came up in the first place. However, things were already pear-shaped when I arrived. I worked up an effect like the Bene Gesserit Voice, and Spoke.
"STOP." I put up my hand and just barely avoided saying, "In the name of love!" Luckily, the gunman froze, his eyes rolling madly as his body failed to respond to his commands. I licked my suddenly dry lips and continued. "Put down your weapon." He obeyed.
Keeping an eye on the now disarmed attempted robber, I found the assistant manager and gently suggested (without genjutsu) that he get some strong guys to restrain the robber until the police arrived. I fought down a sense of panic. The police would want to talk to me and my ID did not match my face and I kind of doubted they'd take my doctor's note at face value. How the heck was I going to get out of this one?
''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