[...I had to look that up, what's a joint. What's an ammunition, some kind of mollusc. Slug.]
Doesn't matter if it was a game condition, Sasha's deliberate plot, or the completely inadequate printer, he’s having points docked for not checking the gun beforehand. At least it stays in his bag, even if he is tangled up in the straps as Imsayed's grip tightens.
The EGG, however, has just fallen a meter and half onto the sickening Nirai linoleum. The box is thick-sided, but it was barely cushioned, and it...is right in his way. The floor does feel like it's writhing against his face. His shoulder feels like it decided to go flying to a moon without him.
Mikodez freezes when he hears Miki. Of course they'd use his people, his briefing before the Rahal signposted that, nice and clear, but like hell are they getting away with that. He'd taken the first administration sequence. It's been centuries since the Shuos budget covered surveillance for cadets outside the academies. He can think of a score of people who would try anyway. He should have swept for bugs more often last time he went home. He needs to deflect the fox gaze from his family. It's already too late, but he can still try.
What would Avradez say if she found out? Istradez would yell, so much.
He rolls onto his knees, grabbing for the needles of his felting kit with his other arm, and aims for the eyes. "So much time around me and you still can't act like anybody I actually know."*
[That was a lie, bc istradez sounds like the academy nutritionist, after the time Mikodez stole all of his suitemate’s stock. I just don’t feel like his home had cookies.]
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Doesn't matter if it was a game condition, Sasha's deliberate plot, or the completely inadequate printer, he’s having points docked for not checking the gun beforehand. At least it stays in his bag, even if he is tangled up in the straps as Imsayed's grip tightens.
The EGG, however, has just fallen a meter and half onto the sickening Nirai linoleum. The box is thick-sided, but it was barely cushioned, and it...is right in his way. The floor does feel like it's writhing against his face. His shoulder feels like it decided to go flying to a moon without him.
Mikodez freezes when he hears Miki. Of course they'd use his people, his briefing before the Rahal signposted that, nice and clear, but like hell are they getting away with that. He'd taken the first administration sequence. It's been centuries since the Shuos budget covered surveillance for cadets outside the academies. He can think of a score of people who would try anyway. He should have swept for bugs more often last time he went home. He needs to deflect the fox gaze from his family. It's already too late, but he can still try.
What would Avradez say if she found out? Istradez would yell, so much.
He rolls onto his knees, grabbing for the needles of his felting kit with his other arm, and aims for the eyes. "So much time around me and you still can't act like anybody I actually know."*
[That was a lie, bc istradez sounds like the academy nutritionist, after the time Mikodez stole all of his suitemate’s stock. I just don’t feel like his home had cookies.]