Oooh, a rather interesting pick here! This is a wee bit revealing about future relationships, yes it is. Hmm.
Ah, vague threats of violence (you get a peek at the chop-chop). But I think that’s it?
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“Yeah, why not?” When she remained quiet, her lips pressed together, he frowned. “What’s wrong with him?” Why did she keep bringing this up? On the other side of the elevator, Raiden shifted about as if uncomfortable.
“It’s just….” Natalie sighed again as she toyed with a strand of hair. “You don’t usually talk to outsiders this much, and I still worry that he’s messing with you.”
“I don’t think so,” he assured her. “I think he likes having someone to talk to who isn’t scared away by the stuff he says, and for me… it’s nice, you know,” he tried to explain yet again, “dealing with someone who’s not… you know.” He glanced above them and then at Raiden.
Natalie’s expression softened as she reached out to tug on a lock of his hair. “So you’ve said. Just know that if he hurts you? They’ll find some of his body, and only so it’ll serve as a warning to others.”
“Thanks.” Nathaniel grimaced because he knew his sister wasn’t kidding, then perked up. “What’ll you do to him?”
She switched back to English to describe her master plan to mutilate and dismember one Andrew Minyard; Raiden paled at first, but once he realized she wasn’t talking about him or anyone else in the organization, threw in some good suggestions which she accepted with a grateful nod.
(Nathaniel thought it might be best to let Andrew know to never get on his sister’s bad side.)
(Though he had to admit… he was half-tempted to see Natalie’s plan in action….)
Jean had already hooked up with Knox, cast him aside, showered and was in bed by the time Nathaniel returned. “You and your hormones done for the time being, mutton-head?” Nathaniel asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Maybe if you had hormones you wouldn’t be a tiny little crow,” Jean sneered as he sat up.
“Hmm, I don’t know, I seem to be able to think about more than getting off without them.” Nathaniel plopped down on his partner’s bed and made a jabbing motion at the hickey on Jean’s neck.
“Yes, you think about new ways to torment me and to murder people, so much better.”
He smiled at the weariness in his friend’s voice and slumped against Jean’s bent knees. “It’s not just me, Lee came up with some great ideas tonight on what she’d do to Andrew if he ever hurt me.” He proceeded to tell Jean about them until his partner gagged and threatened to throw up on him.
“No more,” Jean pleaded as he shoved Nathaniel away. “You’re both demons in the flesh.”
“Hmm, demons you’ll be stuck with for the next few days.”
Oddly enough, Jean appeared pleased about that, though who wouldn’t want a chance to get away from Riko, Tetsuji and the Nest if possible?
“It seems to be my lot to suffer in this life,” Jean said with a mock air of misery. “But… how are things with you and Minyard?” He gave Nathaniel an intent look. “You’ve been oddly pensive since you’ve returned from Columbia.”
“Can’t I be pensive?”
The look Jean gave him at that question was offensive with its amount of disdain.
My personal view of Chop-chop; when unleashed he just goes through and cuts down any enemy in his path. He has no time for small talk, there are enemies to vanquish, treasures to loot!
Also some degree of tactical thinking, being an Arkeyean military soldier; not so much strategic thinking. And that he is subsequently one track minded, and defers to orders from anyone who is enough of an acceptable authority figure rather than acting on his own when not fighting.
Hmm. That's a good thing about the figures, I guess -- you can make up headcanons for them since they don't have a lot to go off on.
Practicing with the prep for fajitas tonight. Onion green and red peppers are uniform. Scraps from ends are into a ziplock to use in an omelette or something else later in the week. Scraps to the compost (well, that’s if I had one-another summer project). Now to clean and sanitize my board and move on to getting the chicken ready for the skillet.
Freak Show: You could glue an open jar of rats to his face then blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face!
