Food for Thought
Pah, I own none of Jhonen's creations. Go find yourself a comic book and educate yourself. JTHM, of Squee, perhaps.
P.S. I don't own those either.
"Chaz! Chaz, wake up!"
The sleeping Specialist struck out with a disgruntled fist, which connected solidly with her friend Belil's face. The Invader growled softly and yanked on Chaz's antenna, effectively waking her with a 'squee!'
"Belil! What are you doing here?" Chaz messaged her head. "And I thought we discussed that yanking thing...."
The orange-eyed girl grinned. "Yeah, well, you deserved it. You didn't tell me you got to whoop the Tallest Red in combat!"
Chaz, distractedly examining a small scratch, snapped to attention. The memories of the previous day came flooding back to her, and she groaned. "Then it wasn't a nightmare...."
Belil grinned. "Nope. The whole Massive is talking about how you nearly took off his head! Gaww, I can't believe I missed it...I just returned yesterday, you see."
"So I take it the invasion was a success? Can you help me find my boots?"
Belil held up the worn brown boots of a Chaz's. "So, what exactly is this private exhibition I've heard about?" She glanced slyly out of the corner of her eye as Chaz twitched.
"I...had...completely forgotten about that!" Chaz squeaked, her face gone minty pale. "Ooh...I can't believe it...I am in SO much trouble...."
Belil heaved her friend to her feet. "C'mon, I'm positively starving! Three months in a Voot on the way back here, all I want to do now is get some good Irkan food in me! Let's go; you can tell me about your fight in the Mess Hall."
"I...but...." Chaz pulled helplessly at her friend's strong grasp. "I don't really want to go to the Mess Hall!"
Belil gave her long-time friend an icy look, one that said, essentially, 'Do I care?'
Chaz sighed and pulled on her gloves.
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"Hey, it's the Specialist that floored Red!"
"No, she's too tall for that."
"It's Chaz!"
Chaz glanced around uneasily as her shorter friend pulled her through the halls. Normally she wouldn't even be on this part of the ship; she ate at a higher-ranking Mess Hall. Belil, however, insisted on eating in this Hall, although she was only four or five inches shorter than Chaz. Both of them stood torso higher above all other Irkans in the Hall.
Chaz picked at a bag of chips while Belil ate from a mound of popcorn. "So," she said, from between mouthfuls of corn, "Tell me; how exactly did you happen to run into the Tallest Red anyway?"
Chaz fidgeted in her seat. "Actually, he ran into me. I was at the forges, getting my Darontu repaired, and someone bumped into me." She laughed at the sight of Belil choking on her food and continued, feeling a little better. "It turns out it was Tallest Red! He talked with Master Fal for a few minutes, and then he noticed my Darontu. Apparently, he was pretty good with the Forgotten Weapons, and still kind of is...except for his stupid armor..... Fal told him that I was pretty good, which I'm not, I'm horrible- -"
Belil spit out her drink, drenching Chaz with grape soda. "You're not horrible, you're great! Jeez, apart from being the only successful female Specialist in over forty years, you've become the best random Weapons Master in over ...I don't know, since Diante's time!"
Chaz glowered at her blushing friend, and continued as she mopped up the soda.
"Anyway," she said, throwing the napkin at Belil, "Red decided that he wanted to see just how good I really was, so he made me meet him in the Combat Arena later. Just my luck, a huge crowd had turned out--"
"I'm not surprised," muttered Belil sarcastically.
Chaz glared at Belil. "Do you, or do you not want to hear this story?"
The Invader giggled and grabbed another soda from a passing shorty. "Sorry, sorry, go on."
"Anyway, what I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted--what do you vultures want?!" The last part was directed at a crowd of short Irkans, most with trays of food, who were paused near them, listening. At the annoyed outburst from the infamous weapons-lady, all of them scuttled away hurriedly.
Chaz turned back to Belil, only to find the latter collapsed on the table and laughing her antenna off.
"What is so funny, by the Mother of the Tallest?!" Chaz demanded hotly. It was bad enough she was forced into a fight with the Tallest; now her best friend was weak with laughter directed at her! "Tell me what is so funny, you two foot excuse for an Invader?" Here she inserted some choice swear words, none of which I'll repeat. "By the Tallest Red and Purple, if you don't tell me right now, I'll--" A hush settled over the surrounding crowd. Chaz didn't notice until Belil sat up, wiped her eyes, and immediately bowed her head in submission. "My Tallest."
Chaz growled at her friend. "Don't you 'My Tallest' me! That's not funny! It wasn't my--"
"Ahem."
"--fault?" Chaz turned around and very nearly fainted. Standing directly behind her, with a bemused expression on his face, was the Almighty Tallest Red.
"My--my Tallest?!" Chaz gasped. She fought to regain control of her heart, which was incidentally trying to leap out of her ribcage and into her throat. "What--what are you doing here?! This is not where you would normally eat, sir!"
Red grinned and shook his head playfully. "Where on Irk did you learn that language, Chaz? It certainly wasn't in the Specialist Academy!"
"I--um--ehhh...." The colors swam before her, and Chaz fainted.
Red stood still, looking down at the slumped form of the young lady draped fairly elegantly over his arm.
"Ummm...."
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"Where in the world did you find that, Red?"
Purple glared at his co-Tallest, sitting on a couch next to the unconscious form of Chaz. She was sprawled unceremoniously across the cushions, with her head on Red's lap. He was holding a cold-pak on her forehead.
Red shrugged and popped a chip into his mouth. "She hit her head when she fainted. Not quite the type you'd expect to faint, even if she was caught swearing in front of her Tallest."
Pur burst out laughing. "That is funny! What did she say?"
"I think they were talking about our duel, and the other one was laughing at her. Chaz came out with some pretty impressive phrases. Something about, 'You pathetic excuse for a two foot Invader (expletive deleted),' yada yada..."
Pur arched an eyebrow appreciatively. "Well. That is impressive."
Chaz stirred. "Belil...?" Her eyes scrunched up and flickered open. The first thing she was conscious of was the rich color of the ceiling, then the comforting coolness of the cold-pak, and finally the fact that her Tallest Red was holding it there, and, more importantly, the fact that she was laying on his lap.
"Gaak! What am I doing here?!" She shot out of the couch.
Red hid a grin. "Well, you fainted in the mess hall, and it wouldn't have been very nice of me to leave you there, and the floor was really dirty, so..."
Purple groaned and shook his head.
Pah, I own none of Jhonen's creations. Go find yourself a comic book and educate yourself. JTHM, of Squee, perhaps.
P.S. I don't own those either.
"Chaz! Chaz, wake up!"
The sleeping Specialist struck out with a disgruntled fist, which connected solidly with her friend Belil's face. The Invader growled softly and yanked on Chaz's antenna, effectively waking her with a 'squee!'
"Belil! What are you doing here?" Chaz messaged her head. "And I thought we discussed that yanking thing...."
The orange-eyed girl grinned. "Yeah, well, you deserved it. You didn't tell me you got to whoop the Tallest Red in combat!"
Chaz, distractedly examining a small scratch, snapped to attention. The memories of the previous day came flooding back to her, and she groaned. "Then it wasn't a nightmare...."
Belil grinned. "Nope. The whole Massive is talking about how you nearly took off his head! Gaww, I can't believe I missed it...I just returned yesterday, you see."
"So I take it the invasion was a success? Can you help me find my boots?"
Belil held up the worn brown boots of a Chaz's. "So, what exactly is this private exhibition I've heard about?" She glanced slyly out of the corner of her eye as Chaz twitched.
"I...had...completely forgotten about that!" Chaz squeaked, her face gone minty pale. "Ooh...I can't believe it...I am in SO much trouble...."
Belil heaved her friend to her feet. "C'mon, I'm positively starving! Three months in a Voot on the way back here, all I want to do now is get some good Irkan food in me! Let's go; you can tell me about your fight in the Mess Hall."
"I...but...." Chaz pulled helplessly at her friend's strong grasp. "I don't really want to go to the Mess Hall!"
Belil gave her long-time friend an icy look, one that said, essentially, 'Do I care?'
Chaz sighed and pulled on her gloves.
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"Hey, it's the Specialist that floored Red!"
"No, she's too tall for that."
"It's Chaz!"
Chaz glanced around uneasily as her shorter friend pulled her through the halls. Normally she wouldn't even be on this part of the ship; she ate at a higher-ranking Mess Hall. Belil, however, insisted on eating in this Hall, although she was only four or five inches shorter than Chaz. Both of them stood torso higher above all other Irkans in the Hall.
Chaz picked at a bag of chips while Belil ate from a mound of popcorn. "So," she said, from between mouthfuls of corn, "Tell me; how exactly did you happen to run into the Tallest Red anyway?"
Chaz fidgeted in her seat. "Actually, he ran into me. I was at the forges, getting my Darontu repaired, and someone bumped into me." She laughed at the sight of Belil choking on her food and continued, feeling a little better. "It turns out it was Tallest Red! He talked with Master Fal for a few minutes, and then he noticed my Darontu. Apparently, he was pretty good with the Forgotten Weapons, and still kind of is...except for his stupid armor..... Fal told him that I was pretty good, which I'm not, I'm horrible- -"
Belil spit out her drink, drenching Chaz with grape soda. "You're not horrible, you're great! Jeez, apart from being the only successful female Specialist in over forty years, you've become the best random Weapons Master in over ...I don't know, since Diante's time!"
Chaz glowered at her blushing friend, and continued as she mopped up the soda.
"Anyway," she said, throwing the napkin at Belil, "Red decided that he wanted to see just how good I really was, so he made me meet him in the Combat Arena later. Just my luck, a huge crowd had turned out--"
"I'm not surprised," muttered Belil sarcastically.
Chaz glared at Belil. "Do you, or do you not want to hear this story?"
The Invader giggled and grabbed another soda from a passing shorty. "Sorry, sorry, go on."
"Anyway, what I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted--what do you vultures want?!" The last part was directed at a crowd of short Irkans, most with trays of food, who were paused near them, listening. At the annoyed outburst from the infamous weapons-lady, all of them scuttled away hurriedly.
Chaz turned back to Belil, only to find the latter collapsed on the table and laughing her antenna off.
"What is so funny, by the Mother of the Tallest?!" Chaz demanded hotly. It was bad enough she was forced into a fight with the Tallest; now her best friend was weak with laughter directed at her! "Tell me what is so funny, you two foot excuse for an Invader?" Here she inserted some choice swear words, none of which I'll repeat. "By the Tallest Red and Purple, if you don't tell me right now, I'll--" A hush settled over the surrounding crowd. Chaz didn't notice until Belil sat up, wiped her eyes, and immediately bowed her head in submission. "My Tallest."
Chaz growled at her friend. "Don't you 'My Tallest' me! That's not funny! It wasn't my--"
"Ahem."
"--fault?" Chaz turned around and very nearly fainted. Standing directly behind her, with a bemused expression on his face, was the Almighty Tallest Red.
"My--my Tallest?!" Chaz gasped. She fought to regain control of her heart, which was incidentally trying to leap out of her ribcage and into her throat. "What--what are you doing here?! This is not where you would normally eat, sir!"
Red grinned and shook his head playfully. "Where on Irk did you learn that language, Chaz? It certainly wasn't in the Specialist Academy!"
"I--um--ehhh...." The colors swam before her, and Chaz fainted.
Red stood still, looking down at the slumped form of the young lady draped fairly elegantly over his arm.
"Ummm...."
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"Where in the world did you find that, Red?"
Purple glared at his co-Tallest, sitting on a couch next to the unconscious form of Chaz. She was sprawled unceremoniously across the cushions, with her head on Red's lap. He was holding a cold-pak on her forehead.
Red shrugged and popped a chip into his mouth. "She hit her head when she fainted. Not quite the type you'd expect to faint, even if she was caught swearing in front of her Tallest."
Pur burst out laughing. "That is funny! What did she say?"
"I think they were talking about our duel, and the other one was laughing at her. Chaz came out with some pretty impressive phrases. Something about, 'You pathetic excuse for a two foot Invader (expletive deleted),' yada yada..."
Pur arched an eyebrow appreciatively. "Well. That is impressive."
Chaz stirred. "Belil...?" Her eyes scrunched up and flickered open. The first thing she was conscious of was the rich color of the ceiling, then the comforting coolness of the cold-pak, and finally the fact that her Tallest Red was holding it there, and, more importantly, the fact that she was laying on his lap.
"Gaak! What am I doing here?!" She shot out of the couch.
Red hid a grin. "Well, you fainted in the mess hall, and it wouldn't have been very nice of me to leave you there, and the floor was really dirty, so..."
Purple groaned and shook his head.