"So you don't think I need braces?"
Pak nearly laughed, it was one short soft chuff. Vampire health plans. She'd love to have the contract on that, no deductible, no need to see any health care providers just sit back and rake in the premiums. Long term clients too.
"You'd think they'd have a small army of them since we don't use any of the other benefits."
Closing her eyes Pak continued to relax. She was certain if she'd been alone this evening she wouldn't have left her rooms for the next three days at least. The storm would have started a downward spiral that she would have been helpless to stop.
"Oh I'm sure they'd make something of that too... 'Appears to inappropriately repress emotional responses will potentially have violent or inappropriate reaction to compensate.' No I say we just avoid them or maybe I'll have MARI disconnect that number."
Yes that might be for the best, who knows in fifty years or so they could decide the psychiatry was an unreliable science and did enormous amounts of damage. She could be saving lives.
"I'm always diplomatic. I just also happen to always be right."
It was a weak insincere protest. Pak was well aware she could be difficult but it was never without cause.
"I guess I'll just have to be good though. I wouldn't want to be the start of something nasty between the us and Anantya. So you're off the hook for the duel."
Weathering the Stom (private: attn Pak)
It was a dark and stormy night.
Kem had always wanted his internal monologue to start that way. In this case, it was entirely accurate. He'd parked in the garage amd walked into Meridian through the heavy rain, enjoying the storm and not minding getting a bit wet.
The archives were empty; he'd never understood why people felt the need to leave early when the weather was bad. Snow, yes... but this was just a little mid-winter thunderstorm. Well... a big thunderstorm. Details, details. Regardless, everyone else had gone for the night. His wet jacket had been left upstairs in the breakroom on the floor above the archives, and he was happily at work preparing a loan for one of the professors at the local university. It involved a lot of paperwork, and then he'd have to go upstairs to Collections and find the right artifacts. Tedious, but enjoyable... if such a thing were possible.
It was amazing that he could still hear the thunder from in here; it was some storm. He wished he had a window or two, just to be able to hear the rain coming down. That was the disadvantage of working on the lower floors. Then again, one didn't have to worry about sunlight turning one into a pile of ash, and that was almost certainly a perk.
Pakpao
17 years ago
Kem`Raaisu
17 years ago
Kem let Pak mumble about psychiatrists, listening quietly and punctuating her ramblings with the occasional chuckle. He was warm, the couch was soft, and aside from the movie which they'd pretty much ignored and used solely to drown out the storm outside, the entire floor may as well be a ghost town.
Kem wriggled back against the cushions a bit more, resettling Pak in his arms and giving a very comfortable sigh that could just as easily have been interpreted as surrender. He certainly wasn't about to make Pak move, and surprisingly, he didn't really want her to. At least he could do her some good this way, since Artemis was unavailable. He was a poor substitute, but he was, at least, a friend. And it wouldn't do for her to leave now and go back to her rooms alone with just her doubts and fears.
"You're the textbook definition of diplomacy," he agreed, too lazy to even bother sounding sarcastic. "Dignitaries through the ages will read about your legendary powers of diplomatic negotiation. You'll be portrayed with a frying pan in one hand and a set of unbalanaced scales in the other."
And fortunate for him there would be no duel, because Kem's sole martial skills were an ability to avoid punches and a decent amount of reliability in close quarters with a knife, neither of which were likely to save his ass. "That's a good thing. I'd really hate to have to regenerate that many limbs."
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak barley noticed Kem was moving her about. What she knew right now was she was tired. The storm had woken her early and she'd been busy being scared nearly out of her mind and then getting all wishy washy on Kem and her self.
"Screwdriver. I should be portraed with a screwdriver."
She corrected absently only half hearing Kem. She did hear his comment about regenerating limbs and that made her snicker sleepily. Being a very fond of Python there was only one response to the visual of Kem with no extremities.
"Its only a flesh wound."
'Come back here I'll bite your legs off you yellow bastards.' Silly western on TV and coconuts, her thoughts were very much stream of consciousness right now, it might be closer to rapids than a stream but they were random. As all that was running through her head she took a deep breath, which caught, like a hiccup almost and feeling much better than she had at the start of the evening Pak simply fell asleep.
"Screwdriver. I should be portraed with a screwdriver."
She corrected absently only half hearing Kem. She did hear his comment about regenerating limbs and that made her snicker sleepily. Being a very fond of Python there was only one response to the visual of Kem with no extremities.
"Its only a flesh wound."
'Come back here I'll bite your legs off you yellow bastards.' Silly western on TV and coconuts, her thoughts were very much stream of consciousness right now, it might be closer to rapids than a stream but they were random. As all that was running through her head she took a deep breath, which caught, like a hiccup almost and feeling much better than she had at the start of the evening Pak simply fell asleep.
Kem`Raaisu
17 years ago