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srwug_alpha_rp2013-03-14 08:43 pm
aesoprevived) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2013-03-14 08:43 pm
Axing a Question
[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?
[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?
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Doing something that just carves you into the world.
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He settled back from his crouch.
"Perhaps it might be good for you to write down his wisdom, so future generations might benefit, quiaff?"