July 24th,
Hmmmm.
It seems that she is a little angrier than I originally thought.
From the look she gave me when I came off the chopper, I would have placed her at about the 'second circle'. Of course, me being…well…'me', the instant I opened my mouth I sent her spiraling down to about the fourth.
I suppose I should explain myself, although I fear for my life if 'the subject' of this little analysis ever gets her hands on this journal. Suffice it to say that I have classified Lady Jaye's moods under a convenient system of planes or circles, much like Dante did when he described Hell in his famous 'Inferno'.
If you have ever experienced a Burnett rage, you would quickly realize that the analogy to Hell is an appropriate one. Believe me, I know it all too well.
In brief, the first plane or circle involves nothing more than and irritated narrowing of the eyes and a warning glare. The second adds snide remarks to the repertoire. The third…insults. The fourth…walking off in a huff.
All of this is merely fluff, and as far as I can tell from my time with her an escape route is easily found for those willing and able to read the signs. Some of us, however, are a little denser than others, and usually end up barreling right through the gates like a blitzkrieg.
'All hope abandon, ye who enter here'
The shouting starts at about the fifth plane, then the floodgates open on six as her sharp tongue is let loose but good. The woman is a master wordsmith as well as a studied linguist, and needless to say when she is of the mind, she can rip a person to shreds with a simple sentence…and do it fluently in eight languages.
By seven it gets physical, and the fists start flying. You should have seen her whip Zarana's ass during the COBRA civil war! To be honest, it was a major turn on. She is cute when she is angry, at least when the source of her ire is not directed at 'yours truly', but seeing her fight Zartan's sister…it was downright sexy.
The eighth and ninth circles are ones that I have only brought her to once and never, ever want to visit again. It is here that the anger translates itself into a hurt so deep that it can rip a guy's heart out. I have known Jaye for over four years, and I have only seen her cry twice. To push her to the point where she completely looses control is not something to be proud of, nor is it something to joke about.
It is something to avoid.
In any case, back to the matter at hand…getting my sorry butt out of the line of fire.
There are days where I seriously wonder about the very obvious and highly frustrating case of 'foot in mouth/foot down throat' syndrome from which I suffer. All I needed to do was apologize…a simple 'I'm sorry' would have sufficed…regardless of the fact that I have yet to figure out what it is I did to get her back up in the first place.
Instead…I made it into a game of 'poke the hornet's nest with a stick'…uttering some snide remark about Destro, and about her not shielding her binoculars and giving us away to our enemy. She, of course, snapped back with a quick riposte…and before I knew it Hawk was chewing us both out for juvenile behavior, reminding us that we were here on a mission to back up Destro and we had better get with the program and watch for the signal.
"What if he gets carried away with wild passion and forgets?"
"Destro's not like you, Flint. He can think of other things from time to time…"
Ah yes…the whole Destro debate. One of my favorites! (note dripping sarcasm).What is it with that guy anyways? From the way the women get around him you would think he was Sean Connery or something.
Must be the accent.
Lady Jaye has a thing for him. I am not quite sure I understand exactly what that 'thing' is, but since that time were we fought side by side with the Scottish Laird, she has developed some convoluted 'noble enemy' theory about him…the chivalrous black knight.
I do know that he reminds her a bit of her late father. She told me so…and even had she not I can read her well enough to be able to infer it from her behavior. Despite that familiarity, much of what this woman thinks and feels remains a mystery to me. Whether this is a result of her refusal to share with me, or the consequence of my steadfast and hardheaded refusal to ask remains to be seen. A combination of the two no doubt, although I have no illusions that the latter contributes more to the impasse between us than anything..
But that is a whole other subject altogether.
Even Scarlett, who I like to think of as a pretty level headed soldier…respects the man, she and Snake Eyes going so far as to mourn his supposed death when the PITT at Fort Wadsworth was destroyed. The man nearly got us all killed for Christ's sake!
Snakes might have been swayed to this point of view but as for myself, I don't care how eloquently Jaye argues her point, as far as I am concerned he is one of the leaders of a group out to kill us. Reason enough to dislike him I should think. Not to mention the fact that he is a very successful black market arms dealer. There is NOTHING noble or likeable about that.
An enemy is an enemy. Use them when convenient, but never EVER forget that they would betray you in an instant if you turn your back on them. In my mind you are either my friend or my enemy…it's all very black and white.
Then again…even your closest friends will betray you if you are stupid enough to let your guard down.
'Et tu, Brute?'
'Shades of gray' indeed. As Snake Eyes once signed to me after I complained to him of the long-standing debate between my partner and I…
"…Which is worse, Flint? Searching for something good and noble about your enemy or constantly seeing the potential for evil and duplicity in you friends."
Touché.
Ah…there she is now…on her way to her tent. Time to turn on the charm, Faireborn, or you will be sleeping alone tonight.
I can't understand it. Usually our bantering leads us both into fits of laughter…or better yet to the bedroom…but lately she has become so sensitive. It's very unlike her. It seems as though everything I do sets her off…
Ah well, as Christopher Morley once wrote…"A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life."
I just wish I wouldn't make a habit of it.
Hmmmm.
It seems that she is a little angrier than I originally thought.
From the look she gave me when I came off the chopper, I would have placed her at about the 'second circle'. Of course, me being…well…'me', the instant I opened my mouth I sent her spiraling down to about the fourth.
I suppose I should explain myself, although I fear for my life if 'the subject' of this little analysis ever gets her hands on this journal. Suffice it to say that I have classified Lady Jaye's moods under a convenient system of planes or circles, much like Dante did when he described Hell in his famous 'Inferno'.
If you have ever experienced a Burnett rage, you would quickly realize that the analogy to Hell is an appropriate one. Believe me, I know it all too well.
In brief, the first plane or circle involves nothing more than and irritated narrowing of the eyes and a warning glare. The second adds snide remarks to the repertoire. The third…insults. The fourth…walking off in a huff.
All of this is merely fluff, and as far as I can tell from my time with her an escape route is easily found for those willing and able to read the signs. Some of us, however, are a little denser than others, and usually end up barreling right through the gates like a blitzkrieg.
'All hope abandon, ye who enter here'
The shouting starts at about the fifth plane, then the floodgates open on six as her sharp tongue is let loose but good. The woman is a master wordsmith as well as a studied linguist, and needless to say when she is of the mind, she can rip a person to shreds with a simple sentence…and do it fluently in eight languages.
By seven it gets physical, and the fists start flying. You should have seen her whip Zarana's ass during the COBRA civil war! To be honest, it was a major turn on. She is cute when she is angry, at least when the source of her ire is not directed at 'yours truly', but seeing her fight Zartan's sister…it was downright sexy.
The eighth and ninth circles are ones that I have only brought her to once and never, ever want to visit again. It is here that the anger translates itself into a hurt so deep that it can rip a guy's heart out. I have known Jaye for over four years, and I have only seen her cry twice. To push her to the point where she completely looses control is not something to be proud of, nor is it something to joke about.
It is something to avoid.
In any case, back to the matter at hand…getting my sorry butt out of the line of fire.
There are days where I seriously wonder about the very obvious and highly frustrating case of 'foot in mouth/foot down throat' syndrome from which I suffer. All I needed to do was apologize…a simple 'I'm sorry' would have sufficed…regardless of the fact that I have yet to figure out what it is I did to get her back up in the first place.
Instead…I made it into a game of 'poke the hornet's nest with a stick'…uttering some snide remark about Destro, and about her not shielding her binoculars and giving us away to our enemy. She, of course, snapped back with a quick riposte…and before I knew it Hawk was chewing us both out for juvenile behavior, reminding us that we were here on a mission to back up Destro and we had better get with the program and watch for the signal.
"What if he gets carried away with wild passion and forgets?"
"Destro's not like you, Flint. He can think of other things from time to time…"
Ah yes…the whole Destro debate. One of my favorites! (note dripping sarcasm).What is it with that guy anyways? From the way the women get around him you would think he was Sean Connery or something.
Must be the accent.
Lady Jaye has a thing for him. I am not quite sure I understand exactly what that 'thing' is, but since that time were we fought side by side with the Scottish Laird, she has developed some convoluted 'noble enemy' theory about him…the chivalrous black knight.
I do know that he reminds her a bit of her late father. She told me so…and even had she not I can read her well enough to be able to infer it from her behavior. Despite that familiarity, much of what this woman thinks and feels remains a mystery to me. Whether this is a result of her refusal to share with me, or the consequence of my steadfast and hardheaded refusal to ask remains to be seen. A combination of the two no doubt, although I have no illusions that the latter contributes more to the impasse between us than anything..
But that is a whole other subject altogether.
Even Scarlett, who I like to think of as a pretty level headed soldier…respects the man, she and Snake Eyes going so far as to mourn his supposed death when the PITT at Fort Wadsworth was destroyed. The man nearly got us all killed for Christ's sake!
Snakes might have been swayed to this point of view but as for myself, I don't care how eloquently Jaye argues her point, as far as I am concerned he is one of the leaders of a group out to kill us. Reason enough to dislike him I should think. Not to mention the fact that he is a very successful black market arms dealer. There is NOTHING noble or likeable about that.
An enemy is an enemy. Use them when convenient, but never EVER forget that they would betray you in an instant if you turn your back on them. In my mind you are either my friend or my enemy…it's all very black and white.
Then again…even your closest friends will betray you if you are stupid enough to let your guard down.
'Et tu, Brute?'
'Shades of gray' indeed. As Snake Eyes once signed to me after I complained to him of the long-standing debate between my partner and I…
"…Which is worse, Flint? Searching for something good and noble about your enemy or constantly seeing the potential for evil and duplicity in you friends."
Touché.
Ah…there she is now…on her way to her tent. Time to turn on the charm, Faireborn, or you will be sleeping alone tonight.
I can't understand it. Usually our bantering leads us both into fits of laughter…or better yet to the bedroom…but lately she has become so sensitive. It's very unlike her. It seems as though everything I do sets her off…
Ah well, as Christopher Morley once wrote…"A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life."
I just wish I wouldn't make a habit of it.