011 || Of Radios, Memories and Souls

[crimsonmischief]

 The silence of the tree, or lack of thereof, is suddenly broken by a crash of various containers being thrown onto the floor and the voice of an angry young girl screeching out from the radios.

"Shut the hell up! Here I am helpin' ya outta kindness and all ya can do is complain?! Ya damn dickhead!"

"What are you so upset about?" The second voice

Comments

[sting_to_death]

Kisuke. I like your lieutenant.

[crimsonmischief]

I like her too! She reminds me a little of Soi Fong-san~!

[If you use his name, he gets to use yours too, right? Right!]

[sting_to_death]

I was just trying out how it sounds. I'm still going to call you Crimson. And you're still going to call me Lin. Or not call me at all.

And no, she doesn't. But it seems to me that she had you figured out pretty well.

[crimsonmischief]

Maa... She'd have to, wouldn't she? I was, after all, her captain, Soi Fong-san~!

[sting_to_death]

One does not necessarily know their captain well. Stop using that name.

[crimsonmischief]

I guess, though that's a saddening thought.

[sting_to_death]

So? It's still true.

[crimsonmischief]

It'd be better if one did though, I suppose... Wouldn't it allow them to work with each other better?

[sting_to_death]

Not necessarily.

[crimsonmischief]

No?

[sting_to_death]

No. You don't need to know someone well to follow their orders. You just need to fear them enough.

[crimsonmischief]

But then they're less willing to risk their lives for the success of the mission.

[sting_to_death]

Not necessarily, if they've been trained properly.

[crimsonmischief]

[He almost said something about how loyalty would mean an increased willingness to sacrifice oneself for another, but he refrained, knowing how that sounded.]

Yes, I suppose so...