In regards to witchesreign

[manslut]

Hey, hey you. Girl behind the computer with the keyboard who should be doin' her homework and shit.

Got your attention? Good. Now listen up, 'cause I'm only sayin' this once.

Stop. With. Your. Ideas.

Not even jokin'. Yeah, sure, hittin' on the girls is fine and well. Hell, I don't even mind that part, particularly the one who's oblivious, but y'know I got not a snowball's chance in hell of winning that battle. Or the battle with the Commander. Or that battle with Pony's subordinate thing. Or that battle with... you know what, that shit's depressin'.

Point is, shouldn't you be doin' somethin' else than actin' like a complete fool? Get me teachin' my damned classes or gettin' into trouble. I haven't blown up anything to piss off this new Commander yet, y'know? Or better yet, get around to that fight or mission thing with Pony. Or get into trouble with Pinks.

Pay attention to me, goddammit, not that fucking pony princess thing.

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[combustible_me]

Ya know, yer mouth is movin', but all I hear is "weh, weh, weh."

I thought ya were a man, but suddenly ya got tears in yer beer.

[manslut]

It's not whining, it's tellin' her off for bein' a total idiot, there's a damn difference.

...

Where the fuck did you get beer.

[combustible_me]

Better question fer ya: where didn't I get beer.

Lucky fer you, I'll share. [Passing a nice frosty bottle along by the neck.]

'Sides, that's like fartin' in the wind, ya make a lotta noise, but the stink comes back to ya.

[Yes, Ellyn is the classiest lady. No. Really.]

[manslut]

[Best.

Person.

Ever.

Excuse him a second, going to be amazing and down that thing as quick as possible. Shut up, it's hard to get good alcohol when you're stuck around a bunch of snot-nosed teenaged brats.]

Guess so. But fuck if I know what to do to get her goddamned attention sometimes. She's so fuckin' enamored with that goddamned pony thing.

[combustible_me]

I think I'm glad mine kinda side-eyed an' sidled away from 'em now. She just is all googly-eyed at some pointy-eared li'l elf girl.

I got things ta do and people ta see, though, so if she don't watch it, I'm gonna be in her FACE.

[Not that Ellyn isn't already...]

I seen what ponies takin' over does ta a body. Ain't pretty.

[manslut]

[A ma-woman after his own heart there, he'll admit. Not outloud though, that's not the way he works.]

Shit, I think that's better than the fuckin' ponies, I'll say that much. At least the elf thing's... at least somewhat human and not all about this peace and love bullshit.

[combustible_me]

Ya'd think that, wouldn't ya?

No, li'l elf girl's 'bout as bad as ponies, that way. [In a somewhat horrific pantomime, the pyromancer claps hands to her cheeks, flutters her lashes, and pitches her voice slightly higher, though it's really no less raspy than usual.]

"We can't harm these people, they might have 'portant inf'mation we need! We gotta n'gotiate with 'em!"

[This earns a grunt of obvious disgust, and she pulls a cigar case out of her robe, plucks one out, bites the end off, spits it someplace, and lights the end with a finger.]

[manslut]

Ugh. Not sure if that's better or worse, but still sounds absolutely fuckin' obnoxious.

[Because what is negotiating, how does that work.

...

Though, hell, might as well join in on the smoking festivities. Thus he rummages around in his pants pocket, dragging out a cigarette pack and plucks one out. But leaving it unlit in his mouth for now.]

Fire, huh?

[combustible_me]

Yuh. An' if ya call me 'sparky', 'm gonna make ya eat that cigarette.


[Not like she really looks like she could. And while the threat is actually a threat, it comes off pretty mild.]

It is, an' I oughtta know, bein' annoyin' is a talent o'mine.

[manslut]

Wasn't plannin' on it. 'Sides, that'd conflict with a nickname someone already gave me. I was thinkin' somethin' a bit cooler than that, anyway. Not sure what yet, though.

[Reeeeeally doesn't want to eat his cigarette, okay. It's nice to taste and to smoke, but he's pretty sure it doesn't taste all that good when actually eaten.]

[combustible_me]

Heh! [That gets a bark of amusement out of her, even as she narrows her eyes.]

Awright. Yeah, I c'n see it. You got a serious name, though? Ain't like I couldn't call ya Sparky if ya wanted me to, though.

'M Ellyn. Ellyn Vitner. [And she offers a hand.] As ya kinda guessed, pyromancer.

[manslut]

[Why is she narrowing her eyes, oh god stop that. But most of that is pushed to the back of his mind, taking the offered hand with a pretty firm grip.]

Reno. Shit, can't say I've ever dealt with a pyromancer before. People that favor fire materia and junctioning, sure, but not makin' it themselves.

'M a former Turk, not that that much matters anymore where the hell I'm at. Other than that, I'm supposed to be teachin' a bunch of teenaged brats how to use explosives fuckin' properly and how to be sneaky little shits.

[combustible_me]

[Her grip is pretty good, too, and she's got calluses.]

Well, ya are now. Ain't got a clue what a Turk is, though.

[She smirks.]

I don't envy ya, but--- [A horrified look crosses her face, and she casts it upward, literally smoking in frustration.]

YA DID WHAT?

[And then she tosses up her arms.]

'Pparently she sez I'm goin' there!

[manslut]

[Which will be noted for a future date, since he's pretty damn curious as to how she got all of those. Particularly considering he's pretty used to most women not having a single flaw with their hands.

Though woah, gonna back right the fuck up here. To a safe distance. Haaah.]

It ain't all that bad, come on now.

[iam_sephiroth]

Boo-hoo.

[youngest_turk]

[not snickering at the username at all.]

And of course a day where you don't blow something up is boring isn't it?

[oldschoolturk]

Pick your fights.