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

[ice_and_steel]

I don't know how much use a genetically engineered soldier who's never lived outside the army structure is to anyone, so that makes us even.

However, I am told that figuring these things out with someone else is preferable to going it alone.

[Things she never thought she'd do: take Locke's lessons to heart.]

[onlyhonournow]

[mentally rummaging around for a suitable response, and then with a chuckle, holding out his hand, palm up to her:]

I'd be honoured.

[ice_and_steel]

[puts her hand over his, where it is absurdly tiny-looking]

As would I.