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mortemscintilla) wrote2012-07-13 12:13 am
mortemscintilla) wrote2012-07-13 12:13 am
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[The following is delivered to Li: one fancy telescope and copies of Chekov's near-illegible notes on stars in the City. Included is a note with the following scrawled on it:]
Большое спасибо!
Большое спасибо!
[ Oh. ]
[ Suddenly recon isn't tonight's top priority. ]
[ Suddenly recon isn't tonight's top priority. ]
[ Hei's been trained as a soldier, and a soldier's bed is what he makes of it. Absorbing the too-loud thud, he's already alert, blade at ready. Silently, he edges around the doorframe. A lit lamp at the corner offers enough light. What the --? ]
[ A heartbeat too late, and he'd have attacked the stranger. But he recognizes the pitch and tone of that Fuck. ]
....Mao?
[ A heartbeat too late, and he'd have attacked the stranger. But he recognizes the pitch and tone of that Fuck. ]
....Mao?
Edited 2012-11-29 02:15 (UTC)
[Mao tries to stand, but it's been too many years since he's been in human form. He manages to pull himself to his feet, but he looks more like a newly born fawn than a man.
A newly born fawn with the face of Nic Cage.]
What the hell is this?
[He even sounds like Nic Cage, which makes the experience triply disconcerting. No matter what form he's taken before, his voice has always sounded the same.]
A newly born fawn with the face of Nic Cage.]
What the hell is this?
[He even sounds like Nic Cage, which makes the experience triply disconcerting. No matter what form he's taken before, his voice has always sounded the same.]
[ Staring. Staring. Staring. ]
[ Why does Mao look like the guy from that Honeymoon In Vegas movie? ]
[ And why is he naked? ]
[ Why does Mao look like the guy from that Honeymoon In Vegas movie? ]
[ And why is he naked? ]
[ Hei sets the blade on a desk, leaning back against the wall. No threat here. Just rampant stupidity. ]
It's a curse.
[ Welcome to your very first City Experience, Mao. ]
It's a curse.
[ Welcome to your very first City Experience, Mao. ]
[So the girl from yesterday hadn't been a lunatic. Mao would find this interesting if it had happened to someone else.
He lifts his hands up. Those...are not his hands.
He looks down. That...is not his dick.]
I need a mirror.
[He stumbles in the direction of the bathroom. This is infinitely worse than adjusting to the body of a bird or a squirrel.]
He lifts his hands up. Those...are not his hands.
He looks down. That...is not his dick.]
I need a mirror.
[He stumbles in the direction of the bathroom. This is infinitely worse than adjusting to the body of a bird or a squirrel.]
[ While Mao admires(?) his biped upgrade, Hei slinks off to his room. The curse doesn't seem dangerous. He feels neither compelled to hang around for Mao's inevitable slo-mo freakout or to ignore it. But it seems odd to go back to sleep at this point. ]
[ He's so not used to the whole roommate deal. ]
[ However, while Mao is in the bathroom, he does get a pair of drawstring slacks and a loose white buttondown and set them on the couch. Once that's done, he ambles half-yawning to the fridge. Good a time as any for a midnight snack. ]
[ He's so not used to the whole roommate deal. ]
[ However, while Mao is in the bathroom, he does get a pair of drawstring slacks and a loose white buttondown and set them on the couch. Once that's done, he ambles half-yawning to the fridge. Good a time as any for a midnight snack. ]
[ Hei pauses mid-way at the kitchen island. ]
Everything okay?
[ What to eat? What to eat? Ho hum. ]
Everything okay?
[ What to eat? What to eat? Ho hum. ]
[ Hei speaks into the open refrigerator. Which is good because Mao can't see his mouth twitching. ]
It's not so bad. You can use two legs today. And opposable thumbs.
[ You know. Head out and explore. Hit bars. Chat up some ladies. Nic Cage-faces aren't supposed to get people laid. But it's the City. Anything can happen. ]
It's not so bad. You can use two legs today. And opposable thumbs.
[ You know. Head out and explore. Hit bars. Chat up some ladies. Nic Cage-faces aren't supposed to get people laid. But it's the City. Anything can happen. ]
[Two legs? Not all they're cracked up to be. But Hei does have a point about opposable thumbs... Open doors for himself. Not have to beg for food. The sex part hasn't occurred to him yet; spending years as a cat will do a number on your sex drive.
He contemplates the benefits of having a human form -- even if it is Nic Cage's -- and absent-mindedly scratches his balls.]
He contemplates the benefits of having a human form -- even if it is Nic Cage's -- and absent-mindedly scratches his balls.]
[ Classy as fuq, Mao, oh yeah. ]
There's clothes for you on the couch.
[ Hei takes out bread, swiss cheese, bologna pickles and peanut butter, setting them on the counter like a row of toy soldiers. His teammate is Nic Cage and all Hei wants is a damn sandwich. Or five. The ultimate paragon of sensitivity. ]
There's clothes for you on the couch.
[ Hei takes out bread, swiss cheese, bologna pickles and peanut butter, setting them on the counter like a row of toy soldiers. His teammate is Nic Cage and all Hei wants is a damn sandwich. Or five. The ultimate paragon of sensitivity. ]
Hnn. [Can you hear the gratitude, Hei?
Mao pulls on the clothes.]
........Hei. I can't go out like this.
[Hei has a good few inches on Nic Cage, making the legs far too long. And that ballerina build of his is a stark contrast to Cage's robust form. The supposedly loose drawsting pants are practically glued to his ass in as unflattering a manner as possible. Also, they're giving him a wedgie.
He doesn't even bother trying the shirt.]
Mao pulls on the clothes.]
........Hei. I can't go out like this.
[Hei has a good few inches on Nic Cage, making the legs far too long. And that ballerina build of his is a stark contrast to Cage's robust form. The supposedly loose drawsting pants are practically glued to his ass in as unflattering a manner as possible. Also, they're giving him a wedgie.
He doesn't even bother trying the shirt.]
[ Hei's face is a signature flatline. But if Huang were here, he'd be howling hysterically. To spare Mao his dignity -- whoops, it's already in tatters -- he checks his Network device. Yep. It's an epidemic. A Contagion of Creepy Cagii. ]
You're not the only one with this problem. [ He tosses the device at Mao. Just to test his reflexes. See the chaos and Cagey-faces everywhere? ] Everyone looks like a fashion victim today. [ Clothes are clothes, Mao. Suck it up until you can buy new ones. ]
You're not the only one with this problem. [ He tosses the device at Mao. Just to test his reflexes. See the chaos and Cagey-faces everywhere? ] Everyone looks like a fashion victim today. [ Clothes are clothes, Mao. Suck it up until you can buy new ones. ]
OUCH! [Yeah, his reflexes suck. And that was completely unnecessary.]
Where's your device?
[At least now he can hack into the network and start accumulating some cash. He'll need it to get decent clothes.
He wonders if there's a store that will do same-day shipping...]
Where's your device?
[At least now he can hack into the network and start accumulating some cash. He'll need it to get decent clothes.
He wonders if there's a store that will do same-day shipping...]
[ Oops. Hei is too busy slathering peanut-butter on top of two pieces of bread, layering a thick spread of cheese, meat slices and pickles on top. It's a gloriously hideous work of art. He bites into it with gusto. ]
It's on the coffee table.
[ He points it out. Someone should really tell him he's not endearing when he talks with his mouth full. ]
It's on the coffee table.
[ He points it out. Someone should really tell him he's not endearing when he talks with his mouth full. ]
[You're disgusting, Hei.
Mao picks up the device and throws himself onto the couch. Sprawling in strange positions isn't nearly as comfortable in human form as it is in feline, but having fingers makes up for a lot.
He's soon quite immersed in his hacking.]
Mao picks up the device and throws himself onto the couch. Sprawling in strange positions isn't nearly as comfortable in human form as it is in feline, but having fingers makes up for a lot.
He's soon quite immersed in his hacking.]
[ Reassured the curse entails nothing but Cagey-ness and grand guignol, Hei leaves Mao to do his thing, disappearing into his room with a sandwich plate and a half-quart of orange juice balanced in both hands. ]
[ Don't judge. He's hungry, ok. ]
[ Don't judge. He's hungry, ok. ]
[There isn't much that Korra actively hates. Dislike? Sure. She dislikes sugar, dvd players, and curfews. Pisses her off? Definitely. But genuine, "I would kill you in your sleep" hatred is reserved for just a few things, like mornings.
Korra hates mornings.
You'd think the firebender in her would cancel out the waterbender's natural preference for the night and the moon, or that the removal of her bending would take it with it, but no. Even though she used to be a firebender too, even though she can't bend anymore, her energy levels are still at their lowest first thing in the morning.
You'd think low energy levels would be helpful for meditating. You'd be wrong again. It just makes her twitchy and irritable, and forcing Korra to sit still when she's twitchy and irritable is the fastest way to make her even more cranky.
She's out in the park this morning, seated with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She looks peaceful for all of a second. Then her nose screws up in a frown. Her forehead wrinkles. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, fighting to keep them closed, but it's in vain. They burst open with such force, Korra falls onto her back. She pulls on her hair to keep from screaming.]
I HATE THIS!
Korra hates mornings.
You'd think the firebender in her would cancel out the waterbender's natural preference for the night and the moon, or that the removal of her bending would take it with it, but no. Even though she used to be a firebender too, even though she can't bend anymore, her energy levels are still at their lowest first thing in the morning.
You'd think low energy levels would be helpful for meditating. You'd be wrong again. It just makes her twitchy and irritable, and forcing Korra to sit still when she's twitchy and irritable is the fastest way to make her even more cranky.
She's out in the park this morning, seated with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She looks peaceful for all of a second. Then her nose screws up in a frown. Her forehead wrinkles. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, fighting to keep them closed, but it's in vain. They burst open with such force, Korra falls onto her back. She pulls on her hair to keep from screaming.]
I HATE THIS!
[ Hei has never had the luxury of being a 'night' or 'morning' person. His profession never allowed the distinctions. Last to sleep, first to rise; that's always been the case with him. Assignments at home left him too wired to relax, so when he had the opportunity to pass out, he always made sure to. In a car. At a rooftop. It's the same in the City. When his body is ready to sleep, he has an internal countdown to find a place to rest. Otherwise the psychological opportunity passes and sleep becomes impossible for another 10 hours. ]
[ It's not healthy. But it's something else Heaven's War has left him with; an acceptance of How Things Are. ]
[ He's completed his early morning routine -- katas at his apartment rooftop, a brisk run at the beach, and breakfast at a cafe. Striding along in the cool air, ears plugged with headphones, he holds a wrapped bagel in one hand. The Network Device is in the other; he quietly checks entries in a series of click-click-clicks. And, pausing to bite his bagel, spots Korra. Or, rather, hears her. ]
[ Louder, kiddo. They couldn't hear you out in Guatemala. ]
[ It's not healthy. But it's something else Heaven's War has left him with; an acceptance of How Things Are. ]
[ He's completed his early morning routine -- katas at his apartment rooftop, a brisk run at the beach, and breakfast at a cafe. Striding along in the cool air, ears plugged with headphones, he holds a wrapped bagel in one hand. The Network Device is in the other; he quietly checks entries in a series of click-click-clicks. And, pausing to bite his bagel, spots Korra. Or, rather, hears her. ]
[ Louder, kiddo. They couldn't hear you out in Guatemala. ]
[She indulges in a moment of restless flailing to release some pent up energy, and then pulls herself back to a sitting position.]
Okay.
[She takes a deep breath. She's going to do this. She's going to do this. It's not that hard. All she has to do is focus on her breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Her butt itches.
Out.
Her scalp itches too.
In.
Is she going to sneeze?
Out.
How does Jinora find this relaxing?!?!]
Okay.
[She takes a deep breath. She's going to do this. She's going to do this. It's not that hard. All she has to do is focus on her breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Her butt itches.
Out.
Her scalp itches too.
In.
Is she going to sneeze?
Out.
How does Jinora find this relaxing?!?!]
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