He thought he'd meet his end, but instead, oddly absurd circumstances broke his binding chains, changing the course of his fate. Where she found no light in the darkness, she found this curious young man to be a fitting ally, sharing joyful tales of...
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"BOO!" Halfheartedly, the little Lunarian spooked the Fire Fist, dropping down beside him in their secret hideout at the stern. Landing with all the grace of a falling starfish, she immediately began contorting herself, trying to find some semblance of comfort on the unforgiving wooden deck, while the light breeze carried her scent of freshly washed laundry into the air.
"I heard Pops is thinking about banning us from the galley for a few days, just letting you know, I heard him grumble about that when I snug my way from the bathroom to our hideout," chuckling, she winced as her neck made a sound somewhere between a crack and a groan, a noise awfully unhealthy and likely comparable to reading the worst trilogy of the Balugian-Tragedy. A book remarkably known throughout the universe for its incredibly painful style.
Expressively suggested, she was enduring the kind of muscle stiffness usually reserved for ancient statues that hadn't moved in centuries, or in her case, muscle ache caused by constant gravitational strain.
Oh yes. Gravity old friend. How much she hated you!
"Yeah, we'll be fine. He's probably going to yell a lot louder at me than you. I'm his second division's commander, so you'd think I'd be more responsible than that. But hey, there's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun from time to time. As for you, he'll probably hand you some chores to do and you're off the hook. You're a lady after all," Ace shrugged, his head lolling to the side to observe her grimace, raising an eyebrow as if that explained anything and nothing at all.
Dear friend, your residential alien may be something a universal citizen considered hyper-intelligent, but beware her social competence lacked the absurd shine of stardust.
"He ain't gonna yell at me because I'm a girl? Wait? Is that why he hasn't grounded me for the constant cusses yet? That's lame!"
"It wouldn't be polite nor would it be right to punish a lady like that. It's just how it works in most places, I guess. It's not too uncommon. Besides, your slang is your culture too. I love your accent, by the way."
"That's stupid," she snorted. "Why make a difference? I'm the mastermind of chaos, so why should you get the bigger talking-to? – And. T'ak. Nice of you, Beratna."
