Apriltober 2020 29 French Class
a/n: Neesae is working on getting college credit but it's harder than it should be. Her ex-teammate Rosalee has sympathy.
All the good things belong to Monolith Soft, but Rosalee and Nees are mine (and Neesae is my third official Cross). Prompt by Martin III, thank you!
Neesae slapped her notebook down by her side and sagged back against the wall. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed, carefully keeping her boots from dirtying the bedspread. She huffed a long protesting sigh.
Rosalee looked up from the weapons sight she was adjusting. "Sick of studying already?" Her friend had taken to doing her homework in Rosalee's room, and usually it was a quiet hour or two, with the occasional grunt, positive or negative, from Neesae.
"I hate this class," growled Neesae and slumped even lower. Now her hips were in danger of sliding off the bed as well.
"I thought you were doing okay in your classes. You got that GED in record time."
Neesae eyed her former teammate. "Why are you messing with rifles? I thought you rocked psycho launchers 24-sev?"
"You're changing the subject. What's wrong? Do you need help?"
"You offering?"
Rosalee laughed and put the metal bits down. "Not me, but I'm sure somebody can help. Is it math?"
"Pffft," Neesae said grandly, and her normal pride reasserted itself. She rose up on an elbow and waved grandly at an unseen audience. "That I can handle, given enough time, which I spend on it, let me assure you." She flopped back down on Rosalee's bed and stared at the ceiling. "No, this is French class."
"What's the point of that?" Rosalee said skeptically.
"I know!" agreed Neesae. "No one speaks it, and even when they do, we all can understand it as if they were talking normal."
Rosalee Lopez, daughter of Jaime and Inez Lopez and embodiment of a Guatemalan temple wall carving, bristled. "By normal you mean..."
"Sorry. We all understand each other just fine."
"So back to my question: why French?"
Neesea wriggled a moment, folding her hands behind her head. "They're using the old standards, I guess. Four of this, two of that, and one year of a foreign language." She rolled back onto her elbow, but her whole body telegraphed exhaustion. "Thing is, any time the teacher speaks to us, we hear English. Or whatever. Not French. It only sounds foreign when it's recorded. And same back. We have to record all our assignments. Sometimes I'll finish something, play it back, and realize I switched into English 5 seconds in and kept on going. It's the pits."
Rosalee nodded. "I know what you need."
"What?"
"Anime."
"What?!"
"Hey, I polished up my English watching Pokemon dubs. Dubbed into English, not Spanish."
"So?"
"Find a show you like and a dub that's decent and you'll love practicing."
a/n: GED general education diploma, replaces a high school diploma if you leave early. Neesae was 17 at the time the Whale launched, although she looks like a 30 year old. She started teaming with Irina and Gwin after Ch. 8.
That was a fun prompt and let me yell about Miran translation services. Thanks again to Martin III.
Next up: for the love of clams, we made it to the end of April. No idea what the prompt is. You may end up with Lila/Vandham shippy trash nonsense, whoooooo!