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flint_garou) wrote2013-01-25 03:41 pm
flint_garou) wrote2013-01-25 03:41 pm
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Break time.
Why do I put myself through this?
25 January, 2013
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (93% full).
The breakroom is still about as clean as it can ever get. Mid-afternoon break from the chores and physical distractions that he puts himself through on the full moon, Flint's taken a break from those, and the television is on, set to the Xbox. Instead of physical exertion, from the look of it, Flint's in the middle of a runthrough of Black Ops 2, with it paused and the teen staring at the screen for a moment, then unpausing it as he makes whatever decision regarding which way to do something. Boom.
Kevin comes into the room quietly and watches Flint over his shoulder for as long as it takes the younger garou to acknowledge his presence.
Flint nods at one point, almost a minute later, flicking his gaze from the screen, to Kevin, and back again, but there's no pause option for the rest of the sequence, and it's three to four minutes later (with one of those being full of nearly button-mashing and perhaps too-stressed gameplay) that Flint gets to a savepoint, saves, returns to the menu screen, and leans back on the couch. Tension echoes through the cliath's posture, and tiredness, but not at least, in his voice. "Heya, Kevin-rhya. How… goes?"
"It goes, I suppose." Kevin sounds fairly lugubrious. "How 'bout you? Any more word yet on the leeches?"
"Just what Thomas found," Flint says. "They. They're, all meeting. On… Thomas knows when." And apparently Flint either doesn't, or has blocked it from his conscious memory. "Kavi-rhya and Thomas are making a. A plan. To take them all out at once." A pause. "Oh. And the leech and the 'Sewer Queen' who. tipped off our. Our pack about, all the rats, the slugs, the sewers. Are one and…" Flint pauses, the usual pause when he has something to say, followed by him speaking, slowly and carefully. "One and the same, which means that she was /using/ us to do her dirty work so that they could use the sewers, unobstructed."
Kevin purses his lips, rather primly. "Was she now," he says. "Are we gonna take her out, as well? And at the same time, or separately?"
Flint's jaw sets, stubborn and defiant. "All of them. Same damn time. I… I need to talk to Kavi-rhya," Flint admits. "I… need to go, be there. I'll be careful, but I need to be part of that fight."
"I understand," Kevin says quietly. "I'd like to be too. Let's both of us talk to Kavi. Or Thomas, or both."
Flint offers Kevin a bit of a smile, and then sheepishly scoots over so that he's not taking up THE ENTIRE couch like he had been, pulling his knees to his chest. "Yeah," he agrees. "It. Being careful, I should… be alright. Can fight the vampires with claws instead of teeth, and then nothing bad will happen."
"Those sound depressingly like famous last words," Kevin says as he takes a seat alongside Flint. "You care for a two-player session? Though I'm pretty lousy at FPSes."
Flint hands over the controller he'd had, and gets to his feet, going to grab the second from near the Xbox. "Could play something else that's two-player," Flint offers, slowly. "I'm… not… attached, to this. It was just a. Shooting things, and all." There's a glance at Kevin as Flint looks over the library of video games. "If something does happen… I'll get through it. I… did, last time. I can, again." Not that the cliath sounds too certain of that. "I still need to be there. See that. It dies."
"Up to you," Kevin says. "Good practice for me if we do play this thing. What other games d'you like?" He pointedly doesn't pursue the other line of conversation Flint is offering.
"Mario, Zelda, Halo. Pretty much, anything." However, Flint grabs the second controller, and moves back to flop down on the couch. And then he realises something, and offers the second controller to Kevin, taking back the first. "Practise is good." The teen navigates through the menu in order to set up a two player match, choosing his own player and weapons.
Kevin swaps controllers back and the game begins. It soon becomes clear that Kevin is not indulging in false modesty; he's kind of a klutz at this game, and he soon shows signs of becoming frustrated with his inability to do well.
Flint may be good at the game, and he goes easy on the Adren through the first parts of the round, then looks at Kevin. "Here," he offers, pointing at the screen, and then at the controller. "See, if. If you, use the back buttons, then. Then you'll be able to switch more better, and get me more easily." There's absolutely no condescension in Flint's voice, rather, it seems to be a genuine offer of help.
Kevin grits his teeth and tries to follow Flint's advice, and does perhaps improve a little. At the end of the level he drops the controller and flexes his fingers, as if they're aching and stiff. "Why do I put myself through this?"
The cliath digs the television remote from where it's fallen into the couch, and with a few more buttons pressed between the Xbox controller and the television remote, turns it back to (muted) television, and turns the television off. "I dunno," Flint answers, bluntly honest. "You did better!" A pause, and Flint looks over at Kevin, and comes up with a change of topic even as he gets up and goes to the fridge. "There's pie," Flint offers. "Um… hey. Do you… know the, the. Gift. Our tribe's one? Control simple machine?"
"Sure, sure, I know that," Kevin says. "Were you looking to learn it?" He seems glad of the chance to interrupt the game.
Flint nods several times. "I'd. Like to, yes," comes the response, even as Flint's taking the apple pie out of the fridge. "You. You want a piece of the pie, Kev-rhya?" Flint takes down two plates without waiting for a response, dishing out pie, carrying them back to the couch. "I. Could, for. Teach you Echoes. And also, there's a. A small rite, that I. Think you might like. Dance of Lights."
"Tell me about them?" Kevin invites, reaching out for the pie with evident gratitude.
Flint passes over the plate, and settles back on the plate. "First is a gift," the teen says. "It lets you hear, what happened before in an empty room. Conversations, for the past few days. If, you have gnosis and use that, you can, hear conversations that happen longer ago." It's not the most fluid explanation, but it's concise, and Flint moves on. "Dance of Lights, you. Watch, a candle or there. Screensavers are good for it, I've found. And you think about a situation, a problem. And by doing it, solving the problem. It gets easier."
"Well, that first one sounds pretty darn useful," Kevin responds. "Mind you so does the second. Would you be up for swapping some lessons, hopefully we can each learn something from t'other?"
In the middle of a bite of apple pie—and it's good apple pie, too—Flint nods, enthusiastically. "I'd… be happy to teach you both of them. I've seen, people use the control simple machine gift. It looks useful, too." The moon's heavy, but for having arranged something useful to be doing, Flint seems to have eased some. "I. I like learning things. And teaching things."
Kevin nibbles at his pie happily. "It is. Saved my bacon once or twice, that gift has. Okay! Shall we fix a time, tomorrow say, and start from there?"
Flint grins. "Sounds. That sounds good." Even if he doesn't necessarily need to, the galliard's making the effort for full sentences. "I meet with Nieve-rhya at eight every morning. But, ten or so?" he asks.
25 January, 2013
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (93% full).
The breakroom is still about as clean as it can ever get. Mid-afternoon break from the chores and physical distractions that he puts himself through on the full moon, Flint's taken a break from those, and the television is on, set to the Xbox. Instead of physical exertion, from the look of it, Flint's in the middle of a runthrough of Black Ops 2, with it paused and the teen staring at the screen for a moment, then unpausing it as he makes whatever decision regarding which way to do something. Boom.
Kevin comes into the room quietly and watches Flint over his shoulder for as long as it takes the younger garou to acknowledge his presence.
Flint nods at one point, almost a minute later, flicking his gaze from the screen, to Kevin, and back again, but there's no pause option for the rest of the sequence, and it's three to four minutes later (with one of those being full of nearly button-mashing and perhaps too-stressed gameplay) that Flint gets to a savepoint, saves, returns to the menu screen, and leans back on the couch. Tension echoes through the cliath's posture, and tiredness, but not at least, in his voice. "Heya, Kevin-rhya. How… goes?"
"It goes, I suppose." Kevin sounds fairly lugubrious. "How 'bout you? Any more word yet on the leeches?"
"Just what Thomas found," Flint says. "They. They're, all meeting. On… Thomas knows when." And apparently Flint either doesn't, or has blocked it from his conscious memory. "Kavi-rhya and Thomas are making a. A plan. To take them all out at once." A pause. "Oh. And the leech and the 'Sewer Queen' who. tipped off our. Our pack about, all the rats, the slugs, the sewers. Are one and…" Flint pauses, the usual pause when he has something to say, followed by him speaking, slowly and carefully. "One and the same, which means that she was /using/ us to do her dirty work so that they could use the sewers, unobstructed."
Kevin purses his lips, rather primly. "Was she now," he says. "Are we gonna take her out, as well? And at the same time, or separately?"
Flint's jaw sets, stubborn and defiant. "All of them. Same damn time. I… I need to talk to Kavi-rhya," Flint admits. "I… need to go, be there. I'll be careful, but I need to be part of that fight."
"I understand," Kevin says quietly. "I'd like to be too. Let's both of us talk to Kavi. Or Thomas, or both."
Flint offers Kevin a bit of a smile, and then sheepishly scoots over so that he's not taking up THE ENTIRE couch like he had been, pulling his knees to his chest. "Yeah," he agrees. "It. Being careful, I should… be alright. Can fight the vampires with claws instead of teeth, and then nothing bad will happen."
"Those sound depressingly like famous last words," Kevin says as he takes a seat alongside Flint. "You care for a two-player session? Though I'm pretty lousy at FPSes."
Flint hands over the controller he'd had, and gets to his feet, going to grab the second from near the Xbox. "Could play something else that's two-player," Flint offers, slowly. "I'm… not… attached, to this. It was just a. Shooting things, and all." There's a glance at Kevin as Flint looks over the library of video games. "If something does happen… I'll get through it. I… did, last time. I can, again." Not that the cliath sounds too certain of that. "I still need to be there. See that. It dies."
"Up to you," Kevin says. "Good practice for me if we do play this thing. What other games d'you like?" He pointedly doesn't pursue the other line of conversation Flint is offering.
"Mario, Zelda, Halo. Pretty much, anything." However, Flint grabs the second controller, and moves back to flop down on the couch. And then he realises something, and offers the second controller to Kevin, taking back the first. "Practise is good." The teen navigates through the menu in order to set up a two player match, choosing his own player and weapons.
Kevin swaps controllers back and the game begins. It soon becomes clear that Kevin is not indulging in false modesty; he's kind of a klutz at this game, and he soon shows signs of becoming frustrated with his inability to do well.
Flint may be good at the game, and he goes easy on the Adren through the first parts of the round, then looks at Kevin. "Here," he offers, pointing at the screen, and then at the controller. "See, if. If you, use the back buttons, then. Then you'll be able to switch more better, and get me more easily." There's absolutely no condescension in Flint's voice, rather, it seems to be a genuine offer of help.
Kevin grits his teeth and tries to follow Flint's advice, and does perhaps improve a little. At the end of the level he drops the controller and flexes his fingers, as if they're aching and stiff. "Why do I put myself through this?"
The cliath digs the television remote from where it's fallen into the couch, and with a few more buttons pressed between the Xbox controller and the television remote, turns it back to (muted) television, and turns the television off. "I dunno," Flint answers, bluntly honest. "You did better!" A pause, and Flint looks over at Kevin, and comes up with a change of topic even as he gets up and goes to the fridge. "There's pie," Flint offers. "Um… hey. Do you… know the, the. Gift. Our tribe's one? Control simple machine?"
"Sure, sure, I know that," Kevin says. "Were you looking to learn it?" He seems glad of the chance to interrupt the game.
Flint nods several times. "I'd. Like to, yes," comes the response, even as Flint's taking the apple pie out of the fridge. "You. You want a piece of the pie, Kev-rhya?" Flint takes down two plates without waiting for a response, dishing out pie, carrying them back to the couch. "I. Could, for. Teach you Echoes. And also, there's a. A small rite, that I. Think you might like. Dance of Lights."
"Tell me about them?" Kevin invites, reaching out for the pie with evident gratitude.
Flint passes over the plate, and settles back on the plate. "First is a gift," the teen says. "It lets you hear, what happened before in an empty room. Conversations, for the past few days. If, you have gnosis and use that, you can, hear conversations that happen longer ago." It's not the most fluid explanation, but it's concise, and Flint moves on. "Dance of Lights, you. Watch, a candle or there. Screensavers are good for it, I've found. And you think about a situation, a problem. And by doing it, solving the problem. It gets easier."
"Well, that first one sounds pretty darn useful," Kevin responds. "Mind you so does the second. Would you be up for swapping some lessons, hopefully we can each learn something from t'other?"
In the middle of a bite of apple pie—and it's good apple pie, too—Flint nods, enthusiastically. "I'd… be happy to teach you both of them. I've seen, people use the control simple machine gift. It looks useful, too." The moon's heavy, but for having arranged something useful to be doing, Flint seems to have eased some. "I. I like learning things. And teaching things."
Kevin nibbles at his pie happily. "It is. Saved my bacon once or twice, that gift has. Okay! Shall we fix a time, tomorrow say, and start from there?"
Flint grins. "Sounds. That sounds good." Even if he doesn't necessarily need to, the galliard's making the effort for full sentences. "I meet with Nieve-rhya at eight every morning. But, ten or so?" he asks.