(no subject)
It was almost 6am. Almost time for his shift.
Sei sighed, rolling his shoulder awkwardly. He'd just trained his ass off that morning for the first time in a long time. He'd become accustomed to the daily guardian maintenance training - his skill was relatively peeked, so said the trainers, so he didn't have to work too hard - but now he was demanding. He was saying his skill wasn't at peak, he was saying his skill had no peak, he was pushing himself, and he was being reminded of what it was like to make a body that wasn't meant for muscle try and gain it. When he thought of himself five years ago he could almost laugh. What was he trying to pull? Somehow, by some twist of fate, he was going to be a guardian, wasn't he?
The best fucking guardian there ever was. He'd already made plans - several plans - and one of which was to make sure he was a specimen among specimens. He was going to play nice and follow the rules. He was going to train like no other. He was going to be able to kick the ass of fucking Lady Ishtar's guards themselves, hell, no, fucking Odin and Freya and even that fake bitch Frigg. And then, he was going to make sure he could do it all blindfolded.
And then, he was going to make sure he could do it all as a quadraplegic.
That, among other things. So Arden was handling things outside, hmm? Yes, Ethne was handling things inside, but Sei had a certain mind about things of his own. It seemed to him that Ethne and Lethe weren't very good in combat. Actually, they sucked, as far as actually hitting something. Could Ethne kill a fly? He wasn't sure. Maybe if she swacked really hard and put all her weight into it.
And Lethe. She could dream the hell out of the enemy, all right. I WILL DREAM YOU TO DEATH RIGHT NOW, the image almost made him laugh. No, these weren't satisfactory ways for Oracles ready to go on the lam to be - but changing their physical condition was next to out of the question. He could train them a little bit (and fuck he would they better believe it) but he wasn't about to expect them to be Mike, Cie-Cie or Sigyn overnight. No, instead, he was going to make sure that they were prepared for things like... unexpected Union. Death. Rapists. Religious nuts. Bombs. Sickness. You know. The Real World.
And he was going to take it upon himself to make sure that he, Taranis, and whoever the fuck ended up coming with them were ready to handle three times as much as that. He was the first to figure out! He was in contact with Arden!
He was responsible! He opened Lethe's door without knocking, as was his custom, and shut it behind him. "Hey, Lethe - Ethne here?"
Sei sighed, rolling his shoulder awkwardly. He'd just trained his ass off that morning for the first time in a long time. He'd become accustomed to the daily guardian maintenance training - his skill was relatively peeked, so said the trainers, so he didn't have to work too hard - but now he was demanding. He was saying his skill wasn't at peak, he was saying his skill had no peak, he was pushing himself, and he was being reminded of what it was like to make a body that wasn't meant for muscle try and gain it. When he thought of himself five years ago he could almost laugh. What was he trying to pull? Somehow, by some twist of fate, he was going to be a guardian, wasn't he?
The best fucking guardian there ever was. He'd already made plans - several plans - and one of which was to make sure he was a specimen among specimens. He was going to play nice and follow the rules. He was going to train like no other. He was going to be able to kick the ass of fucking Lady Ishtar's guards themselves, hell, no, fucking Odin and Freya and even that fake bitch Frigg. And then, he was going to make sure he could do it all blindfolded.
And then, he was going to make sure he could do it all as a quadraplegic.
That, among other things. So Arden was handling things outside, hmm? Yes, Ethne was handling things inside, but Sei had a certain mind about things of his own. It seemed to him that Ethne and Lethe weren't very good in combat. Actually, they sucked, as far as actually hitting something. Could Ethne kill a fly? He wasn't sure. Maybe if she swacked really hard and put all her weight into it.
And Lethe. She could dream the hell out of the enemy, all right. I WILL DREAM YOU TO DEATH RIGHT NOW, the image almost made him laugh. No, these weren't satisfactory ways for Oracles ready to go on the lam to be - but changing their physical condition was next to out of the question. He could train them a little bit (and fuck he would they better believe it) but he wasn't about to expect them to be Mike, Cie-Cie or Sigyn overnight. No, instead, he was going to make sure that they were prepared for things like... unexpected Union. Death. Rapists. Religious nuts. Bombs. Sickness. You know. The Real World.
And he was going to take it upon himself to make sure that he, Taranis, and whoever the fuck ended up coming with them were ready to handle three times as much as that. He was the first to figure out! He was in contact with Arden!
He was responsible! He opened Lethe's door without knocking, as was his custom, and shut it behind him. "Hey, Lethe - Ethne here?"