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STATUS: @Lady Amalthea, does that mean every post is a Horocrux? 10 yrs ago
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So is the only thing wrapped by the vine whip the torso, or are my arms pinned down too?
The white dual pistol wielding Frame was about to learn the power of magnets,
I love this line and will need to find some situation later to use it.
Huh, I didn't expect them to be a kid. Or my boss. In the pit of his stomach, there was relief. Over the past few days, the back of his mind had been forming an image of some Eastern European middle aged man with greasy arms and greasier hair. He would smell like garlic and gasoline, and tell lots of bad jokes.
But then she went and proved to be maybe worse than what he'd had in his head. For awhile he just stood there, because he wasn't sure how to reply. There's forward and then there's buying a wedding cake before the first date.
"Ma'am, you're supposed to be my boss, right? Well since we work at the same place, we'll be seeing a lot of each other no matter what. Although your offer is," Jonathan paused for a beat looking for the right word, "gracious, I'll have to pass. I'd prefer to adjust to working at this new place and with these new people first and foremost. If you really wish to get to know me better, then maybe we should get coffee in a couple weeks." Valyna seemed like a person who wasn't denied what they wanted very often, and those types of people usually erupted the loudest. This might not end well.
But then she went and proved to be maybe worse than what he'd had in his head. For awhile he just stood there, because he wasn't sure how to reply. There's forward and then there's buying a wedding cake before the first date.
"Ma'am, you're supposed to be my boss, right? Well since we work at the same place, we'll be seeing a lot of each other no matter what. Although your offer is," Jonathan paused for a beat looking for the right word, "gracious, I'll have to pass. I'd prefer to adjust to working at this new place and with these new people first and foremost. If you really wish to get to know me better, then maybe we should get coffee in a couple weeks." Valyna seemed like a person who wasn't denied what they wanted very often, and those types of people usually erupted the loudest. This might not end well.
The best laid plans of character behavior don't survive actually playing them.
Jonathan woke up on top of a mattress lying on the floor amidst a sea of boxes. Some of the were closed, sealed tight with liberal use of clear packing tape and arranged in aesthetic stacks. A few were cut open, but still held various doodads and semi-essential goods. More still were emptied out and flung into some corner where they wouldn't get in the way. If one looked hard enough, some semblance of a room had been planned with the way the boxes were arranged, but it would take many days more work to work through them.
As he raised up his arm to yawn, he noticed that today was the big day. First day at the new job. It would probably do him some good to get there a bit early. Start things off on the right foot with the new boss. Get to know the co-workers. Usual stuff. Groggily, he blinked a couple times and looked at the digital clock beside him.
5:49AM.
Well, at least he had plenty of time to get ready. A quick shower, some quick ironing and 20 minutes later he was all cleaned up and dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, black slacks and a green and blue striped tie. Nothing fancy, but perhaps a bit cleaner than he would otherwise dress for a day at the job. Breakfast would be a raisin bagel eaten plain and untoasted. Some cream cheese or toasting would probably make it better, but he forgot to pick that up and the toaster was buried in a box somewhere in the sea.
The trip to work was long, but uneventful, Jonathan opting to walk rather than take a taxi since he had the time to do so, however, by the time he had made it to the office, he was only 15 minutes early. Oh well. He approached the front desk.
"Jonathan Ackermann, I'm the new accountant. Where should I go?"
As he raised up his arm to yawn, he noticed that today was the big day. First day at the new job. It would probably do him some good to get there a bit early. Start things off on the right foot with the new boss. Get to know the co-workers. Usual stuff. Groggily, he blinked a couple times and looked at the digital clock beside him.
5:49AM.
Well, at least he had plenty of time to get ready. A quick shower, some quick ironing and 20 minutes later he was all cleaned up and dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, black slacks and a green and blue striped tie. Nothing fancy, but perhaps a bit cleaner than he would otherwise dress for a day at the job. Breakfast would be a raisin bagel eaten plain and untoasted. Some cream cheese or toasting would probably make it better, but he forgot to pick that up and the toaster was buried in a box somewhere in the sea.
The trip to work was long, but uneventful, Jonathan opting to walk rather than take a taxi since he had the time to do so, however, by the time he had made it to the office, he was only 15 minutes early. Oh well. He approached the front desk.
"Jonathan Ackermann, I'm the new accountant. Where should I go?"
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We're really nice people, actually.
We pre-break people so they become numb later on.
Jokes on you, I'm already numb.
What? Our orders are to kill all the alien babies? Sure thing, just wanted to make sure I was hearing that correctly.
*pumps lead into baby head*
Of course it wouldn't actually play out like that IC with Roger, but if I was playing that type of character it would.
Man, why you gotta make our lives terrible?
Don't show any weakness. That's just an invitation for them to heap on more punishment.
A lot of things happened on the battlefield. Things that Roger couldn't really see or comment on because he was busy getting his Framewerk up off the ground and securing his weapon, which hand flown off somewhere in the crash. He had certainly learned his lesson: don't boost unless you can pilot the damn robot reliably. However, he did manage to grasp the gist of the situation: Avoid Ace Pilot, strawberry cake, Command Channel is a trap, pillars got nuked to shit.
Yeager's White paint was dirtied with dirt and mud now, but that's how it usually ended up looking after Roger got through with it. Luckily there wasn't any damage that wasn't superficial, a perk of the machine's durability.
The whole comms system was probably a trap, but the Command channel definitely was. Still, there was no other way to communicate, so he switched to a "private" channel to talk to the Black Star and its pilot."
"Hey," Roger said, his voice shaking more than he's like, "Want to try our lucky by the lake?" There were four or five enemies over there (according to Elora's map), but going into the forest of artillery was a near suicidal plan at best, that tower blocked movement through the center of the battlefield, and they were closer to the lake than everyone else. In any case, he'd try to remain steady in piloting as long as he could, there was no time limit (as far as they were told), and crashing again because he was impatient would only cause more him to remain useless for longer than he already had been.
Yeager's White paint was dirtied with dirt and mud now, but that's how it usually ended up looking after Roger got through with it. Luckily there wasn't any damage that wasn't superficial, a perk of the machine's durability.
The whole comms system was probably a trap, but the Command channel definitely was. Still, there was no other way to communicate, so he switched to a "private" channel to talk to the Black Star and its pilot."
"Hey," Roger said, his voice shaking more than he's like, "Want to try our lucky by the lake?" There were four or five enemies over there (according to Elora's map), but going into the forest of artillery was a near suicidal plan at best, that tower blocked movement through the center of the battlefield, and they were closer to the lake than everyone else. In any case, he'd try to remain steady in piloting as long as he could, there was no time limit (as far as they were told), and crashing again because he was impatient would only cause more him to remain useless for longer than he already had been.
Aw yiss, fucked up on my flying first time! This is what I was hoping for!
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