Axing a Question

[aesoprevived]

[1]

[Mad's singing softly as she maneuvers the Lambda around the Hangar. What is she doing you ask? Well it involves setting up mounts for a pair of axes over the entrance - specifically the biggest damn axes she could get her hands on (It already helped that the Man O'Taur's axe belonged to her now). If anything she was doing her best to make sure that they didn't unexpectedly come loose. As she places the Axes and backs off to take a look she's now considering...]

Anyone have anything bad ass they wanna paint under these babies?

Like "White Chalice - Gods, Demons and everyone in between. There isn't anyone we can't beat"... only... you know... Cooler.


[2]

[Later on she's helping with routine maintenance. Considering all the technical lessons she had, it was only fair if she put them to practical use for more than her own machine.]

The hell.... Were these like that before?

[She's giving a particularly messy piece of equipment a rather perplexed look before checking her mechanic's 'cliff notes']

[Care to chip in?]


[3]

[Its the late hour of the night/ As you pass the corridor where the Memorial Wall was, you'd notice Mad sitting opposite of it. Right under the names was a bottle of whiskey, a full glass and some flowers. In Mad's own hand was a glass she barely sipped yet.]

Y'know... I still wanted to kick your ass for taking things out of my hands some days. But others... it really felt good that someone got me on the road on figuring out things...

And you've given me a lot of advice, helped me out when you could... and I really appreciated it.

But...



Its tough these days... Stuff happening, shit getting crazier.

And here I am missing being able to talk to someone about things... stuff I can't ask anyone else... not even Big Dog or Yui... I mean. There's a lot I'd talk about to them but some stuff... I just...

I just wish I got the chance to say you were like a Dad to me...

[She couldn't help but laugh a little. Four Fathers. Her Birth Father who may as well have been a Stranger, Darren Caine who helped shape who she was and give her dreams to reach for, Resnick who helped her grow as a fighter.]

[She raises her glass to the wall.]

Gregory Winthrop. I'm lucky to have gotten the chance to know you. Alien Space Bug or not.

[And she downs the glass in honor of the man who helped her grow as a person.]

and it would've been cool to know if you saw me as a daughter. But... maybe I know the answer to that... yeah?

Comments

[2hell_weride]

Probably so... but you might've known him better I guess. We only ever talked about Percolatis and Kamen Rider...

[aesoprevived]

Heh... he damn well helped me out a lot. Dunno where to start with it.

[2hell_weride]

Probably the beginning. That's where everyone should start.

That or the favorite. [[This usually applies to Riders, or food. Not advice.]]

[aesoprevived]

Well he's the first one I told about being a girl.

[She shakes her head.]

Course that's because I tried to beat the crap out of him first. Back when we had all that whole 'everyone can hear everyone else's thoughts' he dragged me to see Ayame.

[There's a grimace on her face.]

Yeah Miss Bitchypants pretty much blackmailed me about that. But... I guess after I actually got to talking with Greg things felt less painful to deal with.

[2hell_weride]

[[And here's why Shirley messes with him so much.]]

What's wrong with being a chick?

[[Then again, sometimes the mist blunt are the most insightful. Sometimes.]]

[aesoprevived]

Nothing. Least right now.

Meh, I used to think it was the worst thing in the world. My dad always told me girls always got kidnapped and shit. Always damsels in distress.

[2hell_weride]

That... Wow, no offense, but your dad's a douche and a moron for saying that.

I mean... I'm dating one of the Strike Witches. How's that for an argument?

[aesoprevived]

Hah... He was. But he was still my dad.

I owe him a lot. Maybe he talked a lot of shit... but yeah.

[2hell_weride]

I suppose. I owe mine a bit too, even if he turned out to be am alien that replaced my real dad.

[[Which got it worse, hmm? ]]

[aesoprevived]

... You think you might be... you know... one of them?

[It was more or less a curious question than an accusation.]

[2hell_weride]

Me? Naw, not really. And if I was, I'm not one of the nutjobs that I've squashed trying to take the world over.

Greg though... he kinda doubted himself but... I didn't... and after I found out about my parents, it didn't matter if he was or wasn't.