Lin Xueqing wrote:
When Xueqing finished her craft - ignoring Ami's curiosity - it turned out to be a small heater. Chargeable, adjustable, efficient, solid.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
It was as though she started to believe the woman was a degenerate of the Hive. She feels like Aleksandr now; assuming every unnatural being a Hive scum.
"GUARDSWOMAN MIMI!" He boomed and lifted her "youbare certainly a weapon of the Allfather's might! Grandmaster Mathius, a pint of your homemade ale for Guardswoman Mimi, and a mug of Mjod for me!"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
Kan-Xib-Yui wrote:
Xib eyes go two-way again. Left eye study softbacks. Right eye count plates. Mammals weird. They love big squishy chest-pillows, then act like they not notice them. No extra nerve-string neither. One brain. One panic. Thunk too hard. But Xib never see mammal outthunk bonk with log-on-head. Dumdums always in rush to go nowhere. Not slow. Not wise. Not patient like Turzien.
“Bah…” Xib belch. Big proud belch. Snot bubble pop from nostril like tiny balloon. One eye blink. Other eye blink later. Late blink. Like it miss the joke. Xib wiggle throat. Fold-flesh go clap clap. Old bog habit. Kick mozzies out air. He reach behind shell, scratch scratch with stubby digits. Tail is short. Stubby nub. Not much to wag. Still scratch good.
Then he drag his LOG. Real log. Big wood. His bonker. His weapon. It scrape along bar like grumpy tree. Skrk. Skrk. Everybody hear it and pretend they not hear it. Xib stare at nomnoms on mammal plates. Meat. Bread. Greens that look like they already give up on life. Still nomnoms though. Belly go rumbly like swamp drum.
“Me have rumbly. Me eat…” Xib thunk hard. Thunk so hard he almost hear brain squeak. But then problem. No shiny circle money. Mammals love shiny circle more than not-dying. Weird math. Xib pat pouch. Empty. He click snapper. Clak clak clak. Tongue flop out beak, long and wild, like it trying to steal a sausage by itself.
He pull out shiny rock. Not best rock. Medium rock. Still shiny if you squint and believe. “Me trade, yes?” Xib say, pointing with log like polite threat. “Me give shiny rock. You give leafy. Or bread. Or meat. Me no greedy. Me just rumbly.” He pause. One eye look at plate. Other eye look at mammal face. “Mammal say no, Xib do sad face. Very sad. Then this one maybe bonk table by accident. Oops.”
“Bah…” Xib belch. Big proud belch. Snot bubble pop from nostril like tiny balloon. One eye blink. Other eye blink later. Late blink. Like it miss the joke. Xib wiggle throat. Fold-flesh go clap clap. Old bog habit. Kick mozzies out air. He reach behind shell, scratch scratch with stubby digits. Tail is short. Stubby nub. Not much to wag. Still scratch good.
Then he drag his LOG. Real log. Big wood. His bonker. His weapon. It scrape along bar like grumpy tree. Skrk. Skrk. Everybody hear it and pretend they not hear it. Xib stare at nomnoms on mammal plates. Meat. Bread. Greens that look like they already give up on life. Still nomnoms though. Belly go rumbly like swamp drum.
“Me have rumbly. Me eat…” Xib thunk hard. Thunk so hard he almost hear brain squeak. But then problem. No shiny circle money. Mammals love shiny circle more than not-dying. Weird math. Xib pat pouch. Empty. He click snapper. Clak clak clak. Tongue flop out beak, long and wild, like it trying to steal a sausage by itself.
He pull out shiny rock. Not best rock. Medium rock. Still shiny if you squint and believe. “Me trade, yes?” Xib say, pointing with log like polite threat. “Me give shiny rock. You give leafy. Or bread. Or meat. Me no greedy. Me just rumbly.” He pause. One eye look at plate. Other eye look at mammal face. “Mammal say no, Xib do sad face. Very sad. Then this one maybe bonk table by accident. Oops.”
"Most certainly. How about I give you bread, meat, and leafy all at the same time?"
He pushed the shiny rock back towards him before retreating into the kitchen. He emerged shortly after with a roast beef sandwich with a generous amount of cheese, beef, and lettuce. On the side, there was a slice of tomato and onion, and in his other hand was a bowl of the house special soup: minestrone with rigatone pasta. Steam rose from the hot bowl of soup as if dancing a dance to entice the newcomer's appetite along with the tall sandwich. There was a knife laid on the side of the plate so the sandwich could be cut.
He set the meal before the newcomer with a smile stretched across his pale face.
Ubba Graystorm wrote:
"GUARDSWOMAN MIMI!" He boomed and lifted her "youbare certainly a weapon of the Allfather's might! Grandmaster Mathius, a pint of your homemade ale for Guardswoman Mimi, and a mug of Mjod for me!"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
Being set back down again, she grinned at Ubba with his comment. "I would hope I would make the Sisters of Battle proud," she said to him as she smacked the back of his shoulder as a comrade. "And I will pay! I was paid and just received a promotion," she excitedly told Ubb, her eyes glimmer with mischief.
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