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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 11:29 pm
"I'm sure my wife would love to know that." Lam laughed and quite suddenly, she was standing and looked rather......different. For one thing, she was in black leather and carrying a rather huge sword - one that'd generally be considered a two handed sword for a giant, she was holding with one hand and looking rather pleased. "Come on pretty boy, let's dance." Screw bluffing, it was time for some fun.
Cookie purred loudly and clapped a bit more, ignoring the entire thing. After all, Mommy was Mommy and what'd she have to worry about?
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:41 pm
“Oh s**t…” Reed uttered, jaw slack as Lam changed and a rather wicked looking sword appeared in her hand. He should have listened to Connie, to the irritating voice of common sense (not that he’d ever tell her that); but no, he’d just kept right on pushing, and pushing and pushing. No time for regrets now.
Leaping to his feet, the man cast a frantic eye at Connie, the woman only offering a ‘clean up your own mess’ look in response. Alone, Reed quickly grabbed for the only ‘weapon’ he could find, lifting the picnic basket high, holding it in front of his chest like a shield. Now armed, Reed felt more confident, but only barely. He could do this, she was only a woman after all (a scary, sword-wielding, leather-clad woman, but still) and he was just that awesome.
“You want to dance? Then let’s dance” Reed growled, grabbing blindly into his basket and lobbing the first object his hand closed around at Lam. A sandwich – not exactly the heavy projectile he’d been hoping for, but it was a start.
Nervous, Amelia squeaked softly, following Jude to the far side of the blanket and hiding herself as best she could beside him. Much like Cookie, Bridget too seemed unfazed, giving the situation a brief glance before giggling and turning back to Cookie. The other girl was funny, purring and clapping – Bridget liked her, very much.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:27 am
The flat of Lam's blade was up in a flash, knocking the sandwich out of the air as its weilder grinned wickedly. "That all you got?" she said, taking a defensive stance. She'd run him out of weapons pretty fast.
Cookie reached up catching the discarded sandwich and smiled, holding it out to Bridget. Free food!
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 4:03 am
Okay, she was good, very good. As this realisation dawned, Reed paled. He was screwed, and maybe dead, but more definitely screwed. Frantic, the man continued to throw projectiles at Lam – more sandwiches, containers of salad, tubs of yogurt, assorted fruits, a multitude of drinks (including a bottle – plastic of course – of Reed’s favourite wine; at this loss he almost cried) and homemade cookie – until finally, all that was left was the basket, and a number of white napkins.
Panting heavily, Reed quickly pocketed the napkins (they would come in handy when he finally – should he finally – surrender) and lobbed the basket itself at Lam.
”How about that?!” the man growled, hardly sounding or looking remotely intimidating.
Burbling happily, Bridget reached for the sandwich, grinning at Cookie. The sound soon developed into peals of laughter as food began raining from the sky – the child grabbing greedily at anything that happened to fall within reach, holding out a chocolate-chip cookie out to Cookie with a smile.
Even Amelia, still huddled beside Jude, reaching for a stray biscuit, sniffing the treat cautiously before stuffing it into her mouth.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:15 am
Lam smirked, flipping the basket over to Connie. "here's your basket back!" she called before turning to Reed with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Time to run, boy." she told him and immediately chased the other.
Cookie giggled, trading half the sandwich for the other tot's treat. This was fun! Turning to Amelia, she giggled and waved. The other should play too.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:42 pm
Not needing to be told twice, Reed took off, managing to move at a rather startling pace. Given that his life now depended upon speed, it wasn’t hard to understand his new found athleticism. Leaping over flowerbeds and bushes, Reed dodged this way and that, hoping to shake his pursuer.
“You know – the butch thing – it totally works – for you, so – you should totally – take it – as a – compliment” the man called out between ragged breathes, narrowly avoiding colliding with a tree in the process.
Gingerly, the cookie still stuffed in her mouth, Amelia crawled forward, relieved at Reed and Lam’s sudden departure and glad at Cookie’s invitation. Noticing Bridget’s offer, the white-furred infant offered her own soggy, drool-soaked biscuit out to her friend.
Gnawing on her half-sandwich, Bridget grinned widely; babbling sharply at Reed ran off, as if to say ‘silly, silly Daddy’.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 12:23 pm
Lam grinned, chasing after him, "As I said, my wife would love to hear it!" she called, leaping over flowerbeds and such too, not bothering to weave half as much as he did.
This was a good workout for her - she was one of the higher ranking officers on her homeworld and they tended to get fewer missions as there were fewer of importance. The blonde was quite pleased to be able to chase him around and get some good old fashioned chasing going on. How often do you get to run with a giant sword, after all?
Cookie giggled, though she gingerly avoided the drool, wiping her fur off now and then just in case.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 10:35 pm
s**t, oh s**t, this isn’t working, this totally isn’t working, Reed inwardly moaned, ducking beneath a low-lying tree branch. His lungs were burning, muscles screaming in pain – god, was he ever unfit. Making a mental note to beef up before their next outing (just in case), the man continued to duck and weave, his pace beginning to slow.
“You know – this doesn’t set – a very good – example – for the – freak child” Reed wheezed, his words unlikely to help the situation; but, given that he felt his doom was already assured, he didn’t much care.
Still seated on the blanket, Connie watched the scene with obvious amusement. She knew she’d never hear the end of it from Reed later – why hadn’t she helped him, why had she just sat there, why had she so enjoyed his misery? – but, in this moment, none of those concerns truly mattered. He more than deserved anything Lam could throw at him.
Satisfied that her gift had been accepted, Amelia smiled, reaching for a piece of watermelon that had fallen nearby and stuffing in her mouth. It was no cookie, but it was still good.
Having reduced her half-sandwich into a soggy mess, Bridget reached for Cookie, mimicking the elder child’s actions as she rubbed her small, sticky hands in the chimera-kittens fur.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 7:27 pm
Lam smirked wickedly, "Actually, this is a GREAT example for her of how to deal with an asshat!" she laughed, chasing after him with the same speed and agility as when she'd started. Her trainees put up a better fight than this guy did!
Cookie mewed in protest, coiling away when someone else wiped drool on her fur. She grabbed at a nearby napkin, wiping the gunk off of her coat before shaking her head at the twins. Spit and fur did not mix.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 10:01 pm
This is it; I’m done for; good-bye cruel world, Reed thought to himself, resorting to melodrama in his final moments. Unable to dodge, to leap, anymore, the man clipped the bordering of a flower-bed, flailing wildly as he plunged face-first into the brightly coloured flora.
“Ouch...” Reed groaned, the single word muffled by the dirt that filled his mouth.
It was time for plan B.
Rolling onto his back, Reed reached in his pocket, freeing the napkins that rested within. Lifting an arm, he waved the white flag back and forth.
“I surrender” he declared loudly, just to ensure the crazed woman would hear his words. Moments later, he added through gritted teeth – “I ... I’m sorry”
Saying the words stung; but, if they would spare his life, he’d say them again and again.
As Cookie coiled away, Bridget’s face fell. Had she done something wrong? Cookie had done it – why couldn’t she? Confused, the infant frowned to herself. Maybe a present would fix thing? Amelia had given a cookie to Cookie, and it had made her happy. Determined, Bridget looked around, seized a downed lollipop and held it out to her friend, babbling what could only be an apology.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:34 am
Lam advanced slowly on the fallen man, seeming undeterred by his white flag and her eyes cold. She raised her sword and stopped it an inch before his face, grinning. "Apology accepted." she said and re-sheathed it, turning to go sit by Connie again. "Well that was fun."
Cookie smiled a bit at Bridget once the mess was cleaned up, shaking her head at the lolly. "No drool on me pwees." she told the other tot, obviously struggling with the words, but seemed calmed down.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:04 pm
It didn’t work – she just kept coming. Hunkering down in the dirt, as if that might somehow help his plight, Reed scrunched his eyes closed, a high pitched girly wail escaping his mouth as the sword rushed toward his face. But, the end never came. Slowly, the man opened his eyes, shrinking back at the sight of Lam’s blade hovering inches above his face. Patting himself down – just to make sure that he was, indeed, still completely intact – Reed released a heavy breath, sitting up gingerly as Lam returned to the blanket.
Grinning broadly as the other woman returned to the picnic, Connie added with amusement – “It’s about time someone whipped him into line”
Not even game enough to glare at his partner for her comment, Reed climbed to his feet, giving Lam a wide berth as he hurriedly recovered and re-packed the basket.
“Time to go home Connie – good idea, no? I think it’s a good idea, best idea ever in fact” the red-head rambled, looping the now full basket (less the blanket) over his arm and picking Amelia up with the other, before catching Jude’s hand and pulling the child to his feet.
“We’ll meet you at the car” he added, hurrying off. “Uh – nice to meet you Lam and kid” Reed called over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.
Before she had a chance to stop him, Reed was gone. Sighing, Connie stood, shaking her head.
“Sorry, for everything” the woman apologised, lifting Bridget to rest against her hip. The infant struggled for a moment, whining and reaching for Cookie, the unaccepted lolly falling from her grip.
Bouncing the girl lightly, Connie murmured – “We’ll see Cookie again sweetheart – assuming Reed hasn’t done any permanent damaged.” The final words were uttered under her breath.
“Again, I’m truly sorry for Reed’s behaviour; but, that aside, it was lovely to meet you both – hopefully, we can do this again sometime, without the red-headed buffoon”
Gathering up their remaining belongings, Connie offered Lam and Cookie a final smile, not waiting for a reply from the pair before moving off.
“Enjoy the rest of your day” she stated pleasantly, Bridget waving goodbye to Cookie until she was out-of-sight.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 1:55 pm
Lam grinned, shaking her head. "Naw, I had a good time and he seems to have learned his lesson for the moment." the woman assured Connie, picking up Cookie carefully so her daughter could wave to the other kid.
Cookie purred and waved a happy goodbye to Bridget before curling up with Mommy. That was a nice trip! But they needed to look at flowers now.
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