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Merry Christmas, all! Apologies for the radio silence. Between Guild troubles, family time, and wifi outings, it's been hard to get a word in. But I am still here and wishing you all happy holidays!
That last post was absolutely brilliant, Justric! Sorry for the wait. Now that RPG is roughly back on track, wifi at home is down. *sigh* I hope to have something up by the end of the weekend, even if it means packing up shop and heading to a cafe downtown. Happy holidays!
Deli gaped at Mike for a painfully long moment, instinct alone keeping her from dropping her smuggled stash of gummy bears as a flush comparable to sunburn crept from her neck and up into her hairline.
"I...uh...no, I -- "
And then Pauline, her new and very best friend Pauline, rescued her with about the only other thing that could have pulled Deli's attention at the moment. She perked at the mention of the rockets in the hangar -- she'd planned on taking all day tomorrow (with her mother's old MP3 player and six hours worth of Celine Dion) to catalog what they had aboard, her own knowledge of, ahem, assembly excluded. All at once, the dumbstruck civilian was gone, replaced by a demolitionist only a few would recognize, for better or for worse...albeit a more...passionate demolitionist than most.
"Guay!" Deli explained, leaning over Pauline's tablet so suddenly, it was a wonder she didn't break the poor girl's nose. "Sorry!" she added quickly, meeting blue eyes with her green for the briefest second before returning all her attention to the screen the other had procured. "Is that a -- " she started again, then stepped back as a technicolor projection turned her hair, face, and shoulders into a slow-spinning cosmos.
"Guay," she whispered again, too reverent to even realize she was speaking. She watched in quiet, earnest fascination, apparently speechless for the first time all day, as the candy splintered like stain glass, tumbling away into the darkness. When it was done, Deli was still gaping, all wide-eyed and stunned in silence that went well-beyond appreciative, straight into worship...but the newfound glee had nothing (or almost nothing) to do with Army Astronaut Mike.
She resisted the very, very strong urge to throw her arms around Pauline.
"You made that?" she demanded, incredulous. "Just now? With the VT? And the candy? Can you do more? Like the old GBU beta models and...and...and that tank thing Astronaut Mike was talking about? Can you change the atmospheric conditions, too? Or use unstable explosives? Not on purpose, of course, just...y'know, worse case scenario. My dad told me once they started developing those plastic casings at the turn of the century because old low explosive devices were all based on charcoal and potassium nitrate, if you can believe that. I dunno why anyone would use anything so basically nonreactive, I mean people use to eat that stuff -- "
She realized she was rambling and straightened abruptly in what would have been a decidedly self-conscious movement in anyone else. Mildly embarrassed, but still too excited to care, she offered a sheepish smile to both Pauline and Mike, before tilting her head inquisitively at the latter.
"So...Mike," she began tentatively, though much less so than pre-gummy-bear-explosion, "what do you do here? And how do you guys already know each other?"
"I...uh...no, I -- "
And then Pauline, her new and very best friend Pauline, rescued her with about the only other thing that could have pulled Deli's attention at the moment. She perked at the mention of the rockets in the hangar -- she'd planned on taking all day tomorrow (with her mother's old MP3 player and six hours worth of Celine Dion) to catalog what they had aboard, her own knowledge of, ahem, assembly excluded. All at once, the dumbstruck civilian was gone, replaced by a demolitionist only a few would recognize, for better or for worse...albeit a more...passionate demolitionist than most.
"Guay!" Deli explained, leaning over Pauline's tablet so suddenly, it was a wonder she didn't break the poor girl's nose. "Sorry!" she added quickly, meeting blue eyes with her green for the briefest second before returning all her attention to the screen the other had procured. "Is that a -- " she started again, then stepped back as a technicolor projection turned her hair, face, and shoulders into a slow-spinning cosmos.
"Guay," she whispered again, too reverent to even realize she was speaking. She watched in quiet, earnest fascination, apparently speechless for the first time all day, as the candy splintered like stain glass, tumbling away into the darkness. When it was done, Deli was still gaping, all wide-eyed and stunned in silence that went well-beyond appreciative, straight into worship...but the newfound glee had nothing (or almost nothing) to do with Army Astronaut Mike.
She resisted the very, very strong urge to throw her arms around Pauline.
"You made that?" she demanded, incredulous. "Just now? With the VT? And the candy? Can you do more? Like the old GBU beta models and...and...and that tank thing Astronaut Mike was talking about? Can you change the atmospheric conditions, too? Or use unstable explosives? Not on purpose, of course, just...y'know, worse case scenario. My dad told me once they started developing those plastic casings at the turn of the century because old low explosive devices were all based on charcoal and potassium nitrate, if you can believe that. I dunno why anyone would use anything so basically nonreactive, I mean people use to eat that stuff -- "
She realized she was rambling and straightened abruptly in what would have been a decidedly self-conscious movement in anyone else. Mildly embarrassed, but still too excited to care, she offered a sheepish smile to both Pauline and Mike, before tilting her head inquisitively at the latter.
"So...Mike," she began tentatively, though much less so than pre-gummy-bear-explosion, "what do you do here? And how do you guys already know each other?"
Igraine said
Well all of it is very much deserved Heroes, a most excellent move with that last post ;) And Dot though I missed saying it before, Deli is just absolutely adorable!I know I should write tonight, but so sorry, just really tired and have to be up at oh-dark-thirty tomorrow morning, so I'll be writing for Abby and Devi tomorrow
Thanks, Grainy! Pauline is very easy to play off.
And also I just wanted to drop by and say hello, because I feel like it's been a while, so I thought I'd remind you all how very thrilled I am to be playing along with you. I love brilliance. It is the best of things. =D
Ivy had been trying very hard not to come to precisely that same conclusion herself, but once her Jäger companion had spoken the words, there was only so much wishful ignoring she could do. She froze midstep, and held his gaze even, so many questions rushing through her head, even she was sure what exactly she was thinking. Embarrassment (and subsequent, fiery, defensive rage) at having been caught in a blatant Heterodyne lie aside...what if he was right? What if she was right?
It was clear from Ludd's musings he had been, at the very least, familiar with a woman -- and a Spark -- who looked, and apparently acted quite a bit like Ivy. And if Ludd was supposed to have been dead long enough for children to tell ghost stories, where was this phantom woman? Who was she that she could capture the heart of a feared dread pirate? And how had Ivy ended up so far from house and home?
Ivy realized suddenly she was staring without quite seeing anyway and turned away abruptly somewhere between dismay and shame. Her eyes fell just briefly on the dusty bed with its dusty coverlet in the corner, and she thought, for an instant, how nice it could be to sleep forever. She all at once felt as thought she had been walking her whole life, that she and Jötz had fallen into the canals not the night before, but centuries earlier, when her great grandmother was still sailing the skies with whatever had been before the skeleton in the next room.
"All the more reason to get some answers before he realizes who I am," Ivy said abruptly, tracing star-shaped patterns in the dust on a low shelf with her remaining fingers. "We can't kill him yet. Not if we don't have to. We're going to...we're going to head to the next town. We're going to play his game, for now."
At her hip, Petris poked one spindly leg from the pocket of her apron, prodding the air like a curious dog sniffing for meat. Ivy didn't notice.
"And in the meantime," she began slowly, chewing her lip as an idea began to form in her head, "I want you to tell me everything you know about Jacob Lubb."
It was clear from Ludd's musings he had been, at the very least, familiar with a woman -- and a Spark -- who looked, and apparently acted quite a bit like Ivy. And if Ludd was supposed to have been dead long enough for children to tell ghost stories, where was this phantom woman? Who was she that she could capture the heart of a feared dread pirate? And how had Ivy ended up so far from house and home?
Ivy realized suddenly she was staring without quite seeing anyway and turned away abruptly somewhere between dismay and shame. Her eyes fell just briefly on the dusty bed with its dusty coverlet in the corner, and she thought, for an instant, how nice it could be to sleep forever. She all at once felt as thought she had been walking her whole life, that she and Jötz had fallen into the canals not the night before, but centuries earlier, when her great grandmother was still sailing the skies with whatever had been before the skeleton in the next room.
"All the more reason to get some answers before he realizes who I am," Ivy said abruptly, tracing star-shaped patterns in the dust on a low shelf with her remaining fingers. "We can't kill him yet. Not if we don't have to. We're going to...we're going to head to the next town. We're going to play his game, for now."
At her hip, Petris poked one spindly leg from the pocket of her apron, prodding the air like a curious dog sniffing for meat. Ivy didn't notice.
"And in the meantime," she began slowly, chewing her lip as an idea began to form in her head, "I want you to tell me everything you know about Jacob Lubb."
It was probably a good things Pauline was there -- and decidedly more grounded than Deli was, or ever had been, even before Army Astronaut Mike -- because Deli was almost positive her head might have just rolled off her shoulders like a bowling ball....a bowling ball filled with potential flammable and very buoyant gas, because its next stop was whatever remained of the billowy clouds she'd been so fond of wandering back on earth.
At Pauline's gentle insistance/polite introduction, Deli started and swallowed hard around a sticky gob of sugar and food coloring that somehow didn't choke her on its way down.
"I...um...yeah. Deli. I -- I'm Deli. I work down here. With Pauline. And Reece. And Curmy. And Blue. I...I do...explosions," she stammered, without bothering to cite her more professional title, whatever that was. Even Army Astronaut Mike could not beg that level of boring maturity from Deli.
Still. She felt somewhat inclined to stare at his face.
She tried very hard not to.
Sort of.
"You can...um...as many as you want. Just...not the green ones. Unless you like those ones, too."
At Pauline's gentle insistance/polite introduction, Deli started and swallowed hard around a sticky gob of sugar and food coloring that somehow didn't choke her on its way down.
"I...um...yeah. Deli. I -- I'm Deli. I work down here. With Pauline. And Reece. And Curmy. And Blue. I...I do...explosions," she stammered, without bothering to cite her more professional title, whatever that was. Even Army Astronaut Mike could not beg that level of boring maturity from Deli.
Still. She felt somewhat inclined to stare at his face.
She tried very hard not to.
Sort of.
"You can...um...as many as you want. Just...not the green ones. Unless you like those ones, too."
I should have something up shortlyish!
Heroes, Justric, Derren, those last couple posts make me want to sit back and just read...unfortunately, I can give none of you your proper due, because I clicked Justric's link, and now I must away to do something hysterical happy.
Take your time, Grainsy! This week is so busy all the busy overflows into the weekend! But Saturday and Sunday are the fun kinds of busy. Saturday, I'm volunteering to build some house stuff (putting up walls is both my favorite and least favorite form of manual labor), and Sunday I get the first round of my quarter-century birthday gift to myself. =D *excited wiggle*
Ooooh...yeah, I'm with Derren, Kuro, and LT on this one, guys. Those drinks make me feel like I'm living life in a B list thriller, all jumpy and paranoid and surrounded by the younger siblings of celebrities. =/
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