Originally posted November 19, 2008
((This thread was kicked off by Robi, an IC excuse to explore a new power set for the character. For Shiv, the story marks a turn; a point where she changes her approach to fighting crime.))
-- by Mindy's Bad Day
Robi hurt, this up set her nothing lasted long enough to hurt before but now she hurt. It wasn't to bad just kept her form finding a good spot to sleep in. she could wake Shiv up and she would give her some thing for the pain, but she would make that face. That horrible face that spoke that she hurt too, and that her hurt was deeper and worse then Robi's and she couldn't see it again today. so she lay there happily wedged between Shiv and Becky her hands trace Becky's hair is not for her and the group of Zappy ladies that jumped in to save her....., she trembles more at thought of if Becky had got hurt she jumped into the Frey , she didn't wait for Becky she didn't think it threw she just jumped. She could save Becky when she was hurt it was ... scary she didn't used to be afraid.
Shiv said she wanted a wife that could help defend the others.. now her fur was missing and she was tired and not hungry.....
She wasn't much of who she used to be she loved her Becky, she loved her Shiv and was afraid they would not love the new Robi.
She new what wife meant the word what it implied, but Shiv asked what she wanted it to be and she still didn't know. She would have to make her self go out tomorrow and find out, she didn't know the word was alien, and right now she new she didn't itch, she wasn't hungry, that she hurt and any way she lay meant new places hurt, and that SHiv was very sad and Becky was very angry, and that it was mostly because she wasn't tough she didn't save Becky and might never be able to again so as long as the sun stayed down and her loves would be close to her she would hope it never rises that a new day of pain and fear wouldn't come that Shiv wouldn't make that face that today wasn't the day she stopped being there Fiancé and love but some thing less a child a Pretty thing to be cared for and left on a shelf because it was to fragile to be touched....
-- by Rex Celestis
“Ah should have poisoned her. Ah should ‘ave cooked up something wonderfully toxic slow and painful. Withering, ‘haps.”
Tristan slid the pint across the table towards Siobhan. “How is Robi?”
“Recovering best she can, ah ken.” Shiv answered with a week smile. “We spent a fair bit of time this weekend. Silly lass. She thought Becky an ah wounne love ‘er any more cause she got ‘urt. That we wounnae want ‘er anymore casue she counnae protect us. Ach, can all girlfriends bae such silly gits?”
With the wisdom gained from years of dating, Tristan remained quiet. “Dinnae worry lad. Ah make sure of mae own before indulging in a the bout of demoralizing self reflection.” She smiled more broadly and lifted her glass.
Tristan sat down across the table from Shiv and took a sip. Along with his sister, Islode, they had come to think of Siobhan as an adopted daughter and student. He was used to such informal tutoring sessions. “Did you make the best decisions you could with the information you had at the time?”
“Aye, but…” Tristan raised his hand. “Save the second guessing for a moment. If you truly feel you would make the same decisions, then that’s the only self-reflection we need to do. Everything else is an After Action Report.”
Shiv shook her head. “Nay, ah ‘ave tae consider one other thing. What would Samantha do?”
Tristan took a drink. “What are you coming up with?”
Shiv took a sip, thinking. “She would ‘ave moved after the first attempt on ‘er life. She wounnae ‘ave waited. Se would ‘ave have been prepared tae, hmmm, pull the trigger on Nagvi immediately. She would ‘ave called in the procedure from the car after the initial attack.”
Tristan nodded and took another sip. His vampire master had indeed prepared the counter strike well in advance. It went into effect moments after Siobhan’s call for help. “Why didn’t you?”
She took a longer draught, rolling the beer around in her mouth she rocked her head back and forth. “They seem tae play by different rules ‘ere. Naet the same level of permanence ah’ve seen before. T’is like they fancy ‘aving a go every once in a while. They dinnae wanna end fighting. They keep doing the same things over an over.”
“And you tried to play by Paragon City rules?”
“Aye,” Siobhan nodded. “Do you think Samantha ever played by the rules?” Tristan asked.
“Nay. Sam acts on ‘er own initiative.”
“Yes, and she always has. Given this conversation, how will you behave differently?”
“Naet give up the initiative, dinnae wait for the next strike from a foe, prepare for it as if it will come.”
Tristan nodded. “Is that something you can do?”
Siobhan took another drink, draining the glass. She stood, ready to retrieve another round from the raven haired barkeep. “Nay. Naet at the moment. ‘aps tis tiem tae change the rules and recover the initiative.”
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