Gabi
Grakkar was not exactly thrilled with me using his ship and his crew to go check out some weird ship. Ok, so not exactly thrilled was a bit of an understatement. What were his exact words, again? Oh yeah, "Emissary, Gabrielle! You are not endangering the lives of my crew, and the success of our mission to satisfy your curiosity!" Now that wasn't really fair. I mean, who volunteered to stick around the Mentat for a few days to play watchdog, while their own ships were under repair? It's not like it wasn't somewhat related to protecting the Mentat. But I think Madame Pong stuck a different attitude module in his head again, or else the diplomat one malfunctioned again.
So, once Daryl kept me from ripping out Grakkar's throat with my fingernails, I threw up my hands in defeat, snagged my manual out of my pocket in space, and started to set up the beam-me-up-Scotty spell I'd need.
"Um, Gabi?" Daryl begins, peering over my shoulder at my laptop.
"What?!" I snap, busy typing out my coordinates, the ship's coordinates, and the energy requirement to transfer me from one ship to the other.
"How exactly are you going to keep from ending up in a wall or something? I mean, Spike," he motions to my laptop "is good, but he's not that good."
"Don't worry about it," I reply, still typing in information. "I will never understand why they need the color of my shoelaces in my personal description in order to do a spell."
"If you're not described accurately--" Daryl began
"Yeah, yeah, I know a spell always works, and if you get described in a way that is not you, you will end up the way you are described. I really don't care if my shoe laces change color though, Daryl, really."
"Geez, Gabi, ever hear of chaos theory?"
"Small changes make huge changes occur, right, I got it." I mutter, still typing. "Oh for Powers sake, the length of my eyelashes?"
"Anyway, I still want to know how we're not going to end up in a wall." He persists.
I stop typing and look at him. "What do you mean 'we'?"
"I'm going with you" he says calmly.
"Like hell you are" I dismiss him
"Like hell I'm not." He actually puts his hands on his hips. "I'm your brother and your partner in wizardry, who else is gonna keep you out of trouble?"
"Oh for Powers sakes--" I begin, ready to argue my way out of it.
"No, Gabs, don't tell me you don't need me, and don't tell me you can take care of yourself."
"You're saying that I can't?" Now I'm pissed.
He rolls his eyes, "Not that you can't, Gabs, but that you won't. You have this unnerving habit of self destruction that has yet to be matched by anyone."
"What about that chick you knew who used to cut herself with razor blades?" I point out.
"At least she never went for the jugular." He says snidely. "I'm going with you"
"I'll be fine" I insist
"Uh huh. Sure." He is obviously not impressed.
"Daryl! I will!"
"Damn it, Gabi!" Now he's pissed. Damn it.
"Fine." I hand Spike over to him. "Eyelash length?"
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