Character piece - Relaxing in the Lounge
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alliancesjrThird in a series of however many I decide to do. Based on the random "emotion" provided by Deep Vermillion, "Tentative happiness marred by the sneaking suspicion that you might be attacked by a revenge-seeking Buddhist Shaolin monk you've somehow wronged".
Yeah. XD
The characters didn't want me to keep it short, however long I tried. Reilly in particular was being such a bitch. So this is twice as long as I meant to write, but I'm pretty happy with it.
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Relaxing in the Lounge
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“My favorite part,” Kevin said, chuckling, “was when you formed a frying pan.”
Michael grinned, then made a show of acting offended. “Hey, I was a bit tipsy. They caught me off guard.”
“I was tipsy too,” Kevin retorted, “but I didn’t swarm them with dandelions.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Matt set his mug down. “Yeah, but it also made a nice ‘clang’ when you hit the leader in the face.”
Kevin nodded. “Which, I must say, was the best part of the entire thing. The noise.”
Gendou, taking his mostly-human form, pushed up his sunglasses. “I am concerned about the fact that the monastery decided that we were suddenly a threat to them.” His drink, unsurprisingly, remained untouched. “Did they not promise us shelter?”
Michael frowned. “I think they got a glimpse of you.”
“I was not aware that my form had deteriorated in any way,” came the reply. “There was never a sudden burst of light that I would have had to adapt to.”
“They’re monks,” Kevin proclaimed, as if that explained everything. “They’ve all got freaky religion powers and stuff.”
Next to him, Jillian sighed, and smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’ve been watching too many movies,” she said, softly.
“Nuh-uh!” He shifted into his female form, and then back again. “If it’s reasonable that I can do that, how is it so hard to believe in other abilities?”
The room quieted. Nobody replied.
“Besides,” Kevin continued, “the one that you hit in the face gave you a weird look. Like he was cursing you.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Powers I can believe, but curses? You really have too much of an imagination.”
He stood up and set his glass down. “Anyway, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.” He left the room to a mixed chorus of “good night”s.
Curses. Feh. Who would believe anything like that?
Michael shook his head as he entered his quarters and prepared for bed. There was no such thing as a curse. Reilly was just talking out his ass again, like he always does. Trying to get a rise out of him.
All the same, though, he left the closet light on.
Just in case.
Yeah. XD
The characters didn't want me to keep it short, however long I tried. Reilly in particular was being such a bitch. So this is twice as long as I meant to write, but I'm pretty happy with it.
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Relaxing in the Lounge
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“My favorite part,” Kevin said, chuckling, “was when you formed a frying pan.”
Michael grinned, then made a show of acting offended. “Hey, I was a bit tipsy. They caught me off guard.”
“I was tipsy too,” Kevin retorted, “but I didn’t swarm them with dandelions.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Matt set his mug down. “Yeah, but it also made a nice ‘clang’ when you hit the leader in the face.”
Kevin nodded. “Which, I must say, was the best part of the entire thing. The noise.”
Gendou, taking his mostly-human form, pushed up his sunglasses. “I am concerned about the fact that the monastery decided that we were suddenly a threat to them.” His drink, unsurprisingly, remained untouched. “Did they not promise us shelter?”
Michael frowned. “I think they got a glimpse of you.”
“I was not aware that my form had deteriorated in any way,” came the reply. “There was never a sudden burst of light that I would have had to adapt to.”
“They’re monks,” Kevin proclaimed, as if that explained everything. “They’ve all got freaky religion powers and stuff.”
Next to him, Jillian sighed, and smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’ve been watching too many movies,” she said, softly.
“Nuh-uh!” He shifted into his female form, and then back again. “If it’s reasonable that I can do that, how is it so hard to believe in other abilities?”
The room quieted. Nobody replied.
“Besides,” Kevin continued, “the one that you hit in the face gave you a weird look. Like he was cursing you.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Powers I can believe, but curses? You really have too much of an imagination.”
He stood up and set his glass down. “Anyway, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.” He left the room to a mixed chorus of “good night”s.
Curses. Feh. Who would believe anything like that?
Michael shook his head as he entered his quarters and prepared for bed. There was no such thing as a curse. Reilly was just talking out his ass again, like he always does. Trying to get a rise out of him.
All the same, though, he left the closet light on.
Just in case.
