Murphy's Law Strikes Again

[ice_and_steel]

[On the Plains of Spite, there is plenty of room to pit yourself against whatever is chasing you down. Celes has been doing this for nearly an hour, sending herself on sprint drills followed by sets of push-ups as close to the lake as she can manage without (probably) having to draw her sword. She finishes a sprint and pauses to heal the ankle she just strained.]

[A shadow falls over her and she looks up warily, to see something alarmingly like a tentacle hovering over her.]

"Fuck."

[She draws her sword]

Comments

[onlyhonournow]

[you're a cheeky one :\]

That's true. But when it comes down to it, I might have some other tricks up my servos.

[lifestudies]

[things they do not teach you in ninja boot camp: how not to be a dick.]

Well, of course; you wouldn't want to blow your load right away, would you?

[onlyhonournow]

[man he is way too robot/naive to pick up on how terrible that just was.]

It would all depend on the situation.

[lifestudies]

Sometimes there is an opponent with whom you feel the need?

[onlyhonournow]

[easing himself down on one knee, offering a hand]

Something like that, yes.

[lifestudies]

[Not sure what I am meant to do with your very large hand. Just staring]

[onlyhonournow]

[leaving it there, because he's just as clueless, possibly.]

I'm Drift. It's nice to meet you.

[lifestudies]

Ah, I am called Sai.

Do you live around here?

[onlyhonournow]

[pauses, thinking it over.]

As much as any other place.

[lifestudies]

So you are a wanderer?

[onlyhonournow]

Aren't we all?