Like the last, not necessarily connected to anything…well, except for the last one. Writing a story for Wendi resulted in a bit of the usual styling being abandoned to try and better capture how she thinks.
If somebody has a clue as to what to do with Deed, please tell me. I don't.

Wendi
Letter-writing wasn't Wendi's idea of fun. Of course her idea of fun was generally a bit skewed considering her upgringing, often involving explosions and property damage, but still. She'd also recently taken an interest in the opposite sex, but…well, normal boys were fragile. She was a Combat Cyborg, and with her enhanced strength even kissing someone like she meant it would break their jaw.

Not that she'd broken any jaws yet. Wendi just didn't want to get a reputation as the worst kisser ever.

In any case, her regular letters back and forth with Sette had recently been interrupted. She had taken up the hobby on the suggestion of Cinque, and continued it because Cinque had threatened her at knifepoint. Unbeknownst to Cinque, the suggestion had really come from Tre, who wanted Sette to connect with someone besides Tre herself.

So Wendi tried sending a letter to Uno. And one to Tre too, just to make sure. Wendi wasn't particularly in a mood to write to Quattro. The others all seemed to think Quattro was utterly nuts but Wendi mainly remembered Quattro was boring and cutesy, the combination of things she could least stand.

That done, she could turn her attention to other things, like…actually she wasn't sure. Maybe go harass Otto about trying to date Zafira now. Wendi had to admit a certain grudging respect for the boyish Number's solution to the problem of breaking people by accident: find somebody who she couldn't break.

Wendi considered the lack of male cyborgs, or male Wolkenritter. Then she considered why there were no male cyborgs for a bit and came to the conclusion that the doctor was a bit of a perv. Maybe a lot of a perv, but Wendi decided to be generous and assume Jail wasn't creating a harem. Probably. She couldn't really picture Tre and Uno going along with that.

So another day, another run at playing beat cop, then home to Combat Cyborg Central, sometimes refered to as the Nakajima residence. The crime rate in Cranagan was the lowest anywhere in space the Bureau had even visited. Too many mages to be a criminal on Mid: the odds a random bystander would hit you with a bind in the middle of a crime were far too high for anyone sane to accept. Maybe she should get a transfer, Wendi thought. Someplace with action.

Or nightlife that didn't card her. That'd be fun! Messy, but… Wendi shook it off. That thought was so incredibly doomed. It could only end horribly. Granted it'd be great fun while it was going on but the words Orbital Penal Complex figured prominently in how it ended up. The Bureau kept the Combat Cyborgs on a short leash, which wasn't unusual in their treatment of people whose lethality could be measured in necks snapped a second.

The number was ten, for the record. Wendi often wondered if it was blanket to all her sisters, or only applied to just her. She also wondered how it had been arrived at. Certainly not by empirical testing, she'd never snapped a neck in her life. Yes she knew how, all her sisters did too, but that wasn't the point!

Honestly, Wendi felt a little useless. She barely even got to help old ladies across the street on Mid, since about three fourths of them could just float because they knew flight magic. She needed something to sink her teeth into, and then maybe shake it around like a terrier with a small furry animal. In constructing that metaphor she didn't realize terriers did that to snap the small furry animal's neck.

Which probably explained a lot about why the Bureau rated her at ten necks snapped a second.

Subaru and Cinque were actually playing a boardgame, with a real board and pieces and dice and everything, like they were some kind of barbarians who had never seen electronics before. Cinque actually liked it for that very comparison. Dieci appeared from elsewhere in the house and glanced around.

"Dieci-" Wendi began.

"No. Absolutely not." The tenth Number put on a coat and looked for her shoes.

"You have no idea what I was going to say!" Wendi protested.

"Irrevelant. I have places to be." Dieci replied, having located her shoes and started to put them on. "Sniper school for small-calibur weapons."

"Vice is your instructor?" Subaru asked from her game.

Dieci appeared momentarily confused by the interjection. Granscenic's first name could do that. "Yes."

"You're never going to get a date with this job fixation." Wendi muttered.

Dieci paused in the doorway. "Perhaps I already have. After all, would I tell you?" Then she was gone before Wendi could reply.

"You know," Cinque said conversationally, "she's right. She wouldn't tell us."

"Even me?" Wendi asked.

Cinque grinned a surprisingly rakish grin for somebody in the body of child, probably helped by her eyepatch. "Especially you, Wendi." The fifth Number then dove sideways out of her chair to dodge a couch cushion thrown at her.

The cushion landed on the table Cinque had been sitting at and knocked the gamepieces and dice everywhere. Subaru looked up at Wendi with murder in her eyes. Wendi jumped the couch and ran for the stairs. "Oh crap oh crap oh crap-" She collided with Nove who was just coming down the stairs, and they collided with Subaru, resulting in an uncomfortably posistioned pile of cyborgs at the bottom of the stairs.

Genya Nakajima poked his head out of the kitchen and then shook it. Just another day in the life of the Nakajimas.