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all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
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@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz
I smirked.
"Yeah, I imagine you'd get that a lot, huh?"
A rhetorical question. It was blindingly obvious that she got that a lot, for what little it seemed to faze her. In fact, it even wasn't beyond reason to suggest that she got it so often she didn't care about it at all any more.
Well, that's a good half-truth if I ever came up with one... After all, whether it was necessarily wrong or not, her generally uncaring demeanor suggested it to not be a direct cause and effect type of situation.
"Still, for what it's worth... That intensity of hers has proven to be a big help for me." I continued. "Without it, I doubt she'd be half as good at getting things through my skull. If she's always like that, then..."
I would have a long and arduous, painful road ahead of me. One full of mutual frustration and annoyance.
I won't lie.
Gratia, at times, could be very hard to work with. It was like having to dodge wrenches to practice dodging balls. In addition to the grind of not getting something, I also had to contend with her acidic, contemptuous words whenever I didn't grasp something she found simple right away...
But at the same time, those only came because I was hard to work with too. People always overlook how much of a two way street teaching is, and for what it was worth? That same intensity that let her so casually and flatly deliver the most scathing critiques was also what gave her the determination, the motivation, and the genuine patience to see me through to having the concept down. I'd enlisted her help for a mere two, or even only one-and-a-half weeks, and yet she was already so willing to force me through when any reasonable person would call me a lost cause.
Hell, myself included.
"I'll be in good hands, for sure."
If there were ever a living example of the adage about books and covers, one could look no further than Gratia Mindaro. Although, come to think of it...
"Actually, does she help people out like that often? With grades and such, I mean."
Obviously a Huntress is going to help people in danger.
Luke Schwarz
I smirked.
"Yeah, I imagine you'd get that a lot, huh?"
A rhetorical question. It was blindingly obvious that she got that a lot, for what little it seemed to faze her. In fact, it even wasn't beyond reason to suggest that she got it so often she didn't care about it at all any more.
Well, that's a good half-truth if I ever came up with one... After all, whether it was necessarily wrong or not, her generally uncaring demeanor suggested it to not be a direct cause and effect type of situation.
"Still, for what it's worth... That intensity of hers has proven to be a big help for me." I continued. "Without it, I doubt she'd be half as good at getting things through my skull. If she's always like that, then..."
I would have a long and arduous, painful road ahead of me. One full of mutual frustration and annoyance.
I won't lie.
Gratia, at times, could be very hard to work with. It was like having to dodge wrenches to practice dodging balls. In addition to the grind of not getting something, I also had to contend with her acidic, contemptuous words whenever I didn't grasp something she found simple right away...
But at the same time, those only came because I was hard to work with too. People always overlook how much of a two way street teaching is, and for what it was worth? That same intensity that let her so casually and flatly deliver the most scathing critiques was also what gave her the determination, the motivation, and the genuine patience to see me through to having the concept down. I'd enlisted her help for a mere two, or even only one-and-a-half weeks, and yet she was already so willing to force me through when any reasonable person would call me a lost cause.
Hell, myself included.
"I'll be in good hands, for sure."
If there were ever a living example of the adage about books and covers, one could look no further than Gratia Mindaro. Although, come to think of it...
"Actually, does she help people out like that often? With grades and such, I mean."
Obviously a Huntress is going to help people in danger.
Sounds like a typical light novel
Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn: Heavensward: Collector's Edition
Billiards.
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz
Got it in one. Not bad, Lucas, there may be hope for that brain of yours yet.
"It took me a second to realize," I explained, rolling out the stiffness in one of my wrists. "Your sister's... in a word, intense. A whole lot of intense, under that surface."
A harsh taskmaster, a natural at taking charge, and let's not even get started on the mouth she had on her. I'm by no means an innocent child with pure, freshly fallen snow for ears or mentality, but Gratia Mindaro slings more curses around than the average video game debuff table. Bluntness was about as much as you could hope for with her words, but with Galla...
"You seem a lot calmer. I guess it threw me off a little."
Which was saying a lot, given Gratia was already paradoxically calm, in regards to her outward demeanor, in relation to her acid tongue. Of course, if you got her talking about something she gave half a damn about, you got a window into the storm inside, but good luck making that happen. The Mindaros were just a stoic bunch, I guessed...
Only served to make my family seem so much more insane and lively in comparison. If these two idiots break something, I don't know them. I have no connection to them. They can feel the weight of the consequences alone.
Luke Schwarz
Got it in one. Not bad, Lucas, there may be hope for that brain of yours yet.
"It took me a second to realize," I explained, rolling out the stiffness in one of my wrists. "Your sister's... in a word, intense. A whole lot of intense, under that surface."
A harsh taskmaster, a natural at taking charge, and let's not even get started on the mouth she had on her. I'm by no means an innocent child with pure, freshly fallen snow for ears or mentality, but Gratia Mindaro slings more curses around than the average video game debuff table. Bluntness was about as much as you could hope for with her words, but with Galla...
"You seem a lot calmer. I guess it threw me off a little."
Which was saying a lot, given Gratia was already paradoxically calm, in regards to her outward demeanor, in relation to her acid tongue. Of course, if you got her talking about something she gave half a damn about, you got a window into the storm inside, but good luck making that happen. The Mindaros were just a stoic bunch, I guessed...
Only served to make my family seem so much more insane and lively in comparison. If these two idiots break something, I don't know them. I have no connection to them. They can feel the weight of the consequences alone.
Backgammon.
Bingo.
@Crimmy
wew LAD
We worked in tandem on the mechanism for a few minutes, with April essentially putting me through a review session of everything I had figured out. The general concept of what I was working with was all but there, with the next step being trawling through the spare parts to get started on reverse engineering...
But...
"So, catch me up, nee-chan! How'd you de-steam without beating him into next week, anyway?"
Nobody loved to get caught up in their own whirlwind of conversations like a pair of sisters.
Can't be helped, can it?
While they began to prattle on off into their own little world with April retelling the grand story of kicking me in the face, I took the opportunity to take a small breather from trying to force my brain to work in so many dimensions at once.
Inevitably, I found myself locking eyes with a familiarly stoic gaze.
"Sorry, you must be getting pretty bored just watching us try and do something resembling work."
Even if she didn't outwardly indicate... much of anything, really, it couldn't be fun. She almost definitely had family to be seeing around here... Really, who the hell did those brats think they were, dragging this poor girl around like she was one of their playmates?
Well, I'm also sure that, in fairness to them, they were expecting something more lively than this to be dragging her too, but I still digress.
Galla was here for family day, that much was a certainty. I knew I'd seen that flat expression on someone here before.
Someone with the same dark hair and eyes.
The same sharp features.
The same accent, even...
I should have pieced it together sooner, really. Perhaps it was the lack of aggression beneath that threw me off, like getting a stone instead of ice. Beneath the blank, all I could read was more blank, after all.
No undercurrents there to terrorize or mystify.
"Say... you're Gratia's sister, aren't you?"
wew LAD
We worked in tandem on the mechanism for a few minutes, with April essentially putting me through a review session of everything I had figured out. The general concept of what I was working with was all but there, with the next step being trawling through the spare parts to get started on reverse engineering...
But...
"So, catch me up, nee-chan! How'd you de-steam without beating him into next week, anyway?"
Nobody loved to get caught up in their own whirlwind of conversations like a pair of sisters.
Can't be helped, can it?
While they began to prattle on off into their own little world with April retelling the grand story of kicking me in the face, I took the opportunity to take a small breather from trying to force my brain to work in so many dimensions at once.
Inevitably, I found myself locking eyes with a familiarly stoic gaze.
"Sorry, you must be getting pretty bored just watching us try and do something resembling work."
Even if she didn't outwardly indicate... much of anything, really, it couldn't be fun. She almost definitely had family to be seeing around here... Really, who the hell did those brats think they were, dragging this poor girl around like she was one of their playmates?
Well, I'm also sure that, in fairness to them, they were expecting something more lively than this to be dragging her too, but I still digress.
Galla was here for family day, that much was a certainty. I knew I'd seen that flat expression on someone here before.
Someone with the same dark hair and eyes.
The same sharp features.
The same accent, even...
I should have pieced it together sooner, really. Perhaps it was the lack of aggression beneath that threw me off, like getting a stone instead of ice. Beneath the blank, all I could read was more blank, after all.
No undercurrents there to terrorize or mystify.
"Say... you're Gratia's sister, aren't you?"
@Crimmy
75% GLAD
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you were still a good guy deep down, Nii-chan!"
"AAAAARGH WHAT THE HELL GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!"
Picture this scenario, if you would.
A young man of a slight build is trapped in the position of leaning against the edge of a table, where there sits a very intricate piece of partially disassembled machinery. He is trapped for reasons twofold: one being that the necessary force to free himself could send something, like a small and difficult to notice gear or widget for instance, flying.
The second is what he is trying to escape: In this instance a little sister. However, she is no normal little sister. Struggle and squirm though he might, with all of his available might, he is at a distinct disadvantage in three areas.
Firstly, and most simply, size. Despite being her elder by 3 years and male, the young man is actually shorter and only mildly stockier than his sister. Her longer limbs give increased leverage on her squeeze, making his advantage in mass nearly useless.
Secondly, positioning. He is leaned, practically seated upon, the edge of the workbench, which thereby leaves his body in a suboptimal position for force generation in relation to it's base and center of gravity. She is fully clinging to him, and squeezing tight leaves her no need for such stability in the base.
Finally, skill. She is a girl who regularly trains her jiujitsu with black belts, and is herself at the upper end of a brown belt level. He is the result of some slapdash cross-training in many arts for a mere six months, with an emphasis on getting skills up and running as fast as possible since the time for refinement was lacking.
All in all, it's a desolate scene for him, isn't it?
"April, this is seriously starting to freak me out!"
Even as I thrashed and tried my level best to extricate myself from her clutches, the most dangerous thing to wear bumblebee colors since nuclear waste held fast, giggling happily. Giggling! Happily!
Call hell, tell it to stop freezing!
"Heeheehee, it's been so long since I've given you a big ol' hug like this..."
"I know, that's why it's creepy! What's with this sudden 180 in personality?! We've fought since middle school!" I demanded, trying and failing to pummel for an underhook. What happened to the mutual antagonism from five minutes ago?! I mean, I could understand if my offer had simply gotten her off of my back, but how the hell did glomping enter the equation?
"Well... To be honest, Nii-chan," she began, calming down but still not letting go. P-Progress, right? "I was actually really hoping I would get to use those gauntlets one day. Like, super hopeful about it."
"...Is that right?"
Well, it wasn't as if that didn't make sense. April had always been the one we all agreed took after our mother the most, and not just because she inherited all the height. Though it's tempered with age, I've heard stories of Mom being a similar firebrand who loved brawling when she was younger, and it's not hard to see where all that heat in April's blood comes from.
If you choose to believe it, that is. But it's reflected in Dawn too, if more subtly, and therefore I'm fairly sure it's my only option to believe that the unbelievable woman that was my mother was once a crazy kid too.
"Mm. It's right." April affirmed, somehow finding space to casually use me as a springboard when she finally let go. What a mind-bendingly understated handspring... Forget martial arts, she even made gymnastics seem like a cakewalk. You're that Ninja...
...Or maybe I'm just stiff, slow, and unathletic.
We are Huntsmen-to-be.
"I was pretty down when I learned they were headed off to Beacon with you, but I've been making sure not to show it. Whining about your own misfortune isn't justice, right?"
I blinked, plopping back down into the chair with a thoughtful "hunh".
"So then, you've been holding out for me to not use them anymore?"
What kind of plan was that? For someone who could make due with just her fists and semblance, I suppose it was more feasible than it would be for most.
But even so, she herself admitted that it wasn't going to last her for much longer than it had. If I weren't planning on giving up the gauntlets, where would that have left her aside from shit out of luck?
"Of course not, stupid." she scoffed. "Like I said, I was beginnin' to think of other options... But none of them would have felt as right as taking up Mama's mantle. So I'm really happy you'll let me, is all."
"Wow, so you guys actually made up? Impressive!"
I was fairly sure I had not heard that door open.
In walked two young women, one I instantly recognized and the other I had the vaguely familiar feeling about that, in hindsight, should have told me who she was. Dawn Schwarz was very distinct in her colorful yukata, feminine and subdued demeanor (comparatively [in regards to her sister]), and family resemblance to me, being my little sister and all.
The other was a girl about April's age, maybe a bit older, with dark hair and all the expressiveness of a particularly joyful rendition of the Thinker statue. Very familiar, but I was drawing a blank at the moment with the whirlwind I was going through.
"Oh, Hiya, Dawn an' Galla!" April chirped in greeting, raising a hand. "Sorry for running off on you guys like that, but I found Nii-chan!"
"...Hi. I'm Luke."
I didn't really know what to think or say beyond that. It wasn't like Galla was giving me much to work with...
"Aw, drat, I wanted to handle introductions..." Dawn groused momentarily, before returning to her prim smile. "You look well, Onii-chan! In one piece and everything!"
"Don't say 'in one piece' like that's exceeding expectations. I'm not porcelain."
"Yeah, but like I was telling Galla here, April was trying to rip your head off..."
A very poorly, "innocently" whistled tune from my left cued a flat look aside to my bigger sister before I continued to address the littler one.
"Alright, fair point. And yeah, I am managing, more or less, but the year's just started and it's about to kick in. As in, kick in in full."
And kick in my teeth.
I refused to delude myself whenever I appraised where I stood in life. And, to speak of appraisal, I shifted in my seat to face the stoic girl alongside my sly little sister, and inclined my head in a small gesture of supplication.
"I'm sorry if they've been dragging you along on their hijinks, Galla. These two don't understand the concepts of 'personal space' or 'leaving well alone', so it's alright to let me know."
Galla.
GallaGallaGalla.
...Was that Central Mistralese?
Hm.
I just had to know the answer to this...
I knew this. I could figure it out.
75% GLAD
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you were still a good guy deep down, Nii-chan!"
"AAAAARGH WHAT THE HELL GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!"
Picture this scenario, if you would.
A young man of a slight build is trapped in the position of leaning against the edge of a table, where there sits a very intricate piece of partially disassembled machinery. He is trapped for reasons twofold: one being that the necessary force to free himself could send something, like a small and difficult to notice gear or widget for instance, flying.
The second is what he is trying to escape: In this instance a little sister. However, she is no normal little sister. Struggle and squirm though he might, with all of his available might, he is at a distinct disadvantage in three areas.
Firstly, and most simply, size. Despite being her elder by 3 years and male, the young man is actually shorter and only mildly stockier than his sister. Her longer limbs give increased leverage on her squeeze, making his advantage in mass nearly useless.
Secondly, positioning. He is leaned, practically seated upon, the edge of the workbench, which thereby leaves his body in a suboptimal position for force generation in relation to it's base and center of gravity. She is fully clinging to him, and squeezing tight leaves her no need for such stability in the base.
Finally, skill. She is a girl who regularly trains her jiujitsu with black belts, and is herself at the upper end of a brown belt level. He is the result of some slapdash cross-training in many arts for a mere six months, with an emphasis on getting skills up and running as fast as possible since the time for refinement was lacking.
All in all, it's a desolate scene for him, isn't it?
"April, this is seriously starting to freak me out!"
Even as I thrashed and tried my level best to extricate myself from her clutches, the most dangerous thing to wear bumblebee colors since nuclear waste held fast, giggling happily. Giggling! Happily!
Call hell, tell it to stop freezing!
"Heeheehee, it's been so long since I've given you a big ol' hug like this..."
"I know, that's why it's creepy! What's with this sudden 180 in personality?! We've fought since middle school!" I demanded, trying and failing to pummel for an underhook. What happened to the mutual antagonism from five minutes ago?! I mean, I could understand if my offer had simply gotten her off of my back, but how the hell did glomping enter the equation?
"Well... To be honest, Nii-chan," she began, calming down but still not letting go. P-Progress, right? "I was actually really hoping I would get to use those gauntlets one day. Like, super hopeful about it."
"...Is that right?"
Well, it wasn't as if that didn't make sense. April had always been the one we all agreed took after our mother the most, and not just because she inherited all the height. Though it's tempered with age, I've heard stories of Mom being a similar firebrand who loved brawling when she was younger, and it's not hard to see where all that heat in April's blood comes from.
If you choose to believe it, that is. But it's reflected in Dawn too, if more subtly, and therefore I'm fairly sure it's my only option to believe that the unbelievable woman that was my mother was once a crazy kid too.
"Mm. It's right." April affirmed, somehow finding space to casually use me as a springboard when she finally let go. What a mind-bendingly understated handspring... Forget martial arts, she even made gymnastics seem like a cakewalk. You're that Ninja...
...Or maybe I'm just stiff, slow, and unathletic.
We are Huntsmen-to-be.
"I was pretty down when I learned they were headed off to Beacon with you, but I've been making sure not to show it. Whining about your own misfortune isn't justice, right?"
I blinked, plopping back down into the chair with a thoughtful "hunh".
"So then, you've been holding out for me to not use them anymore?"
What kind of plan was that? For someone who could make due with just her fists and semblance, I suppose it was more feasible than it would be for most.
But even so, she herself admitted that it wasn't going to last her for much longer than it had. If I weren't planning on giving up the gauntlets, where would that have left her aside from shit out of luck?
"Of course not, stupid." she scoffed. "Like I said, I was beginnin' to think of other options... But none of them would have felt as right as taking up Mama's mantle. So I'm really happy you'll let me, is all."
"Wow, so you guys actually made up? Impressive!"
I was fairly sure I had not heard that door open.
In walked two young women, one I instantly recognized and the other I had the vaguely familiar feeling about that, in hindsight, should have told me who she was. Dawn Schwarz was very distinct in her colorful yukata, feminine and subdued demeanor (comparatively [in regards to her sister]), and family resemblance to me, being my little sister and all.
The other was a girl about April's age, maybe a bit older, with dark hair and all the expressiveness of a particularly joyful rendition of the Thinker statue. Very familiar, but I was drawing a blank at the moment with the whirlwind I was going through.
"Oh, Hiya, Dawn an' Galla!" April chirped in greeting, raising a hand. "Sorry for running off on you guys like that, but I found Nii-chan!"
"...Hi. I'm Luke."
I didn't really know what to think or say beyond that. It wasn't like Galla was giving me much to work with...
"Aw, drat, I wanted to handle introductions..." Dawn groused momentarily, before returning to her prim smile. "You look well, Onii-chan! In one piece and everything!"
"Don't say 'in one piece' like that's exceeding expectations. I'm not porcelain."
"Yeah, but like I was telling Galla here, April was trying to rip your head off..."
A very poorly, "innocently" whistled tune from my left cued a flat look aside to my bigger sister before I continued to address the littler one.
"Alright, fair point. And yeah, I am managing, more or less, but the year's just started and it's about to kick in. As in, kick in in full."
And kick in my teeth.
I refused to delude myself whenever I appraised where I stood in life. And, to speak of appraisal, I shifted in my seat to face the stoic girl alongside my sly little sister, and inclined my head in a small gesture of supplication.
"I'm sorry if they've been dragging you along on their hijinks, Galla. These two don't understand the concepts of 'personal space' or 'leaving well alone', so it's alright to let me know."
Galla.
GallaGallaGalla.
...Was that Central Mistralese?
Hm.
I just had to know the answer to this...
I knew this. I could figure it out.
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