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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:07 am
Giselle shrugged, one fluid motion. "I didn't see an Aubrey on the survivors list." she replied easily. "And yes, his last name is fitting, but I don't agree with using favours to get over grief, don't you think? It's not like being Russia will solve Pavel's problems or help your MUN." She clicked her tongue and frowned.
"I believe that androids should definitely be part of our new world order. Think of what soldiers they'd be, General! Obedient, and with no blood to shed or flesh to rot. A perfectly sterile army." Clean, clean, clean. Sometimes it seemed like the only thing stopping Giselle from attempting world domination this very second was the fact that she'd have to see the mess afterwards.
"Perhaps I'll try noodles." Unusual. Maybe it was that Giselle missed Tate, but she had never offered to try anything that might be unpleasant to her before. "Will you show me how to eat them correctly?" As they walked up to the food court, Giselle eyed the menu. She preferred chicken to steak, which could be tough, and to shrimp, which had to be touched to remove the tails.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 3:05 pm
"Maybe it was Audrey, then. Anyway, she got transferred out so she wouldn't be a survivor, I guess." She shrugged, creating something of a 'wave' effect from Giselle's shoulders to hers. With her hands in the pocket of her loose overshirt, she looked... well, not quite the same as always, but close. Tate looked taller than before. Probably was taller. She had hit her growth spurt late in life.
A sterile army that could do whatever they were ordered. No bawling over sick leave, no pity stories to get out of a difficult assignment. It was practically perfect. But then, Giselle knew that as well as Tate did. It wasn't something they needed to discuss, even if they were. "No terrible exposes on loss of life, either," said Tate. "Who would give a s**t about the life of an android? They'd be easily replaceable, and their replacement could support the economy in times of recession." They'd just have to arrange a few "civil" "wars".
They had given an obscene amount of thought to this.
She glanced at Giselle, frowning. "You sure? I mean, of course I will, but." It wasn't like the conqueror to make concessions for anyone, not even Tate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:41 pm
"No hassle, no repercussions, no chaotic rebellions," Giselle replied back to Tate, "Just a perfect society. We could design them to our specifications." One of Giselle's favourite novels was Brave New World. Her favourite character was, predictably, Mustapha Mond.
"I'm sure," Giselle said primly. "I'll have what you're having." And for Giselle, that was practically like a hug. "I'll try them this once, but if it's messy after all, General, I'll be terribly disappointed in you." She raised an eyebrow at her, and the mental hug was over. She was a commander again.
"I've been attempting to catch up on a year's worth of news," she said as they approached the food court. "It seems like America won't be out of Iraq anytime soon." Giselle's thoughts on most world affairs consisted of the sentiment that she could do it better.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:50 pm
She kind of liked chaotic rebellions. She liked putting them down. With a laser... or a tank... or an amphibious vehicle. Well, in Soul Calibur she actually preferred stabbing them in the face with whatever character she was playing's weapon of choice.
Tate was the Heavy Weapons Girl. And Soul Calibur? Was her weapon. (This was why Giselle was the conqueror and Tate was the general.)
"As long as we have Sony design them. The Playstation lasts for metric forever." Did forever come in the metric system? Tate was unsure, but she wasn't going to ask. She'd said it, which was tantamount to making "forever" exist in metric. For a moment, she interrupted her conversation with Giselle to order, then took two pairs of chopsticks--she had her own pair, but it would be unfair to Giselle to use her pair when Giselle would be stuck with the shitty bamboo variety.
She waited patiently for the food, humming. "Seems like it, yes," said Tate, who knew better to intersperse her own comments as to the Iraq war.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 4:55 pm
"I trust your judgement, General." Tate knew about what lasted in technology.
AS for Giselle, she wasn't impressed by politics, but she was consistently unimpressed by politics in general. She had been unimpressed with every functioning government in the world since she was ten, and whether she could do it better or not, she sure thought she could. "It's just so frustrating. They could be making history so much more capably." It was a sentiment Tate hadn't heard for a year, but it wasn't an unfamiliar one. Just then, though, her food arrived and Giselle went to sit at the table, poking at the noodles hesitantly.
Noodles. Her old enemy.
She looked up at Tate for further instruction, chopsticks raised.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:39 pm
"If they were capable, you wouldn't have as easy a time taking them over," Tate noted, pulling her chopsticks out of the paper wrapping and staring at them unhappily. Oh, crappy bamboo chopsticks, you were good only for burning. "And then we wouldn't be able to spend as much time remaking the world in your image, you know, unless we find the cure to mortality first."
Okay! Noodles lesson time. She looked at Giselle's grip on her chopsticks, compared it to her own. Perfect, of course. "All right, now, this is really, really simple," said Tate, but in a way that was familiar; everything was simple to Tate. Everything she understood that Giselle did not (a rare thing) was simple when she explained it. "Pick up your noodles like so--" she demonstrated "--and lean in." Again, she demonstrated, and like she said, no noodles ended up on her lap.
Smiling, she plucked a piece of chicken from inside the noodles and popped it into her mouth. "I missed you, Zell," she said, content.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:36 pm
Giselle frowned. "Not in my image, General, in a politically sound and stable image. Making a world in one's image is the first sign of becoming a self-made Empress, and royalty find it difficult to prosper these days. As for the cure to mortality, I'm sure with the right scientists, it's not too far away." Giselle didn't believe in passing over the reins of power in the new world order. Thus, Giselle did not believe in dying in the new world order.
Giselle copied Tate meticulously. One thing that could be said for Giselle was that when she didn't know something, she attempted to learn as best she could. Sometimes she was frustrated with how the subject was being taught to her (imbeciles, she'd tell Tate, the teaching system needs a serious overhaul), when Tate taught her, she was docile about learning. Eating up her noodles, she checked her skirt carefully and then nodded at her General, picking up some more.
She swallowed before replying. She wasn't sure she liked noodles, but she could eat them now, and that was something. "I missed you too, Tate."
The General and commander were back, and it was like nothing had changed.
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