02-21-2015, 04:40 AM
It...well, she, I know that by now, was pretty shy. That was expected from her previous behavior, but it was still very noticeable by the way she talked. The kind of crippling shyness that anyone talking too loud would make them duck and cover with the same about of urgency as a soldier hiding from an artillery strike. Which meant I should probably be less...myself, if I wanted to avoid giving her any more trouble than she's had to deal with. Which seems to be quite a bit, from what I've noticed.
I was more amused than angry when she refereed to me as an officer. Either she hadn't had much experience with soldiers, and a police officer was the closest equivalent she could think of. Or this was normal for cops in her world, and it was the kind of distopian nightmare only the most insane tinfoil hatter could dream of. I assumed the former, since she actually was willing to talk to me and blondy, rather than running in the other direction. And I didn't know how she could confuse blondy for one. Although looking back to him, I did notice the long coat he was carrying around. Maybe he's one of those "badass" cowboy detectives. The kind that wears a beanie.
I was ready to point out she had it wrong, but Kito had beaten me to the punch, and I decided to just stare angrily at the back of his head. With his dumb headband. Even when he helped Lopunny from falling over, I just gave him the look.
"No, I'm not a police officer, I'm just a soldier" I answered truthfully, if leaving out any important descriptions on what that meant. Even to someone who wasn't a tightly wounded bundle of nerves, I generally don't like to tell people I kill others for a living. It makes them all antsy, despite how obvious it is that I kill people for a living when I tell them I'm a soldier. "Fighting the good fight. Or was, before I got here. If I my ask, what are you looking for? I asked with as much friendliness as my rough voice could muster. Which only made me sound slightly less like a cement mixer with rocks in it.
I was more amused than angry when she refereed to me as an officer. Either she hadn't had much experience with soldiers, and a police officer was the closest equivalent she could think of. Or this was normal for cops in her world, and it was the kind of distopian nightmare only the most insane tinfoil hatter could dream of. I assumed the former, since she actually was willing to talk to me and blondy, rather than running in the other direction. And I didn't know how she could confuse blondy for one. Although looking back to him, I did notice the long coat he was carrying around. Maybe he's one of those "badass" cowboy detectives. The kind that wears a beanie.
I was ready to point out she had it wrong, but Kito had beaten me to the punch, and I decided to just stare angrily at the back of his head. With his dumb headband. Even when he helped Lopunny from falling over, I just gave him the look.
"No, I'm not a police officer, I'm just a soldier" I answered truthfully, if leaving out any important descriptions on what that meant. Even to someone who wasn't a tightly wounded bundle of nerves, I generally don't like to tell people I kill others for a living. It makes them all antsy, despite how obvious it is that I kill people for a living when I tell them I'm a soldier. "Fighting the good fight. Or was, before I got here. If I my ask, what are you looking for? I asked with as much friendliness as my rough voice could muster. Which only made me sound slightly less like a cement mixer with rocks in it.
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