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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1526773 times)

Walter squints for a moment then shrugs while nodding his head din agreement

"There's nothing important happening, and Crash doesn't really enforce anything too much so I guess I could very easily slip one in."

Walter looks back at his bed

"I don't think I'd even need to sneak off, Crash is probably trying to catch up on sleep himself."

: Looking for you. Pansar says that this big gun-shoot-thing is like, a week away, and the boss is giving us all leave, so I can make it, but- I dunno, if you're not going I don't think I want to.

She pinches the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
: Dammit, now I'm rambling. I just wanted to check and see if you're still game. 'Cause if you're not, I'd rather just go home.
Tippy finishes slapping the rifle together

"OH. No no i'm still going. I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's the worlds best stress reliever."

Tippy clears her throat and attempts a small phrase to ask Nagato if she wants to shoot her gun.

["Would you like to shots my duck cannon?"]

Walter squints for a moment then shrugs while nodding his head din agreement

"There's nothing important happening, and Crash doesn't really enforce anything too much so I guess I could very easily slip one in."

Walter looks back at his bed

"I don't think I'd even need to sneak off, Crash is probably trying to catch up on sleep himself."
: Well, good luck with that. I gotta go write a report, so I'll catch you later.

Tippy finishes slapping the rifle together

"OH. No no i'm still going. I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's the worlds best stress reliever."

Tippy clears her throat and attempts a small phrase to ask Nagato if she wants to shoot her gun.

["Would you like to shots my duck cannon?"]
: I'm sorry, do I want to what?

Walter slams himself down onto the bed and grunts

"Thanks, have fun with the report."

: Well, good luck with that. I gotta go write a report, so I'll catch you later.
: I'm sorry, do I want to what?
Tippy pauses for a moment to find the right words and dialect. She places her words out slowly to minimize error

["Would. You. Like. To. Shots. My. Gun. Cannon?"]

She buries her face in the palm of her hand

"Sorry. I've been learning Kintharian from these audiobooks. The PimSlim method kind of works but i have no idea if what i just said to you was insulting or the correct enunciation."

Walter slams himself down onto the bed and grunts

"Thanks, have fun with the report."
You don't get a response. Apparently, she's already left.

Tippy pauses for a moment to find the right words and dialect. She places her words out slowly to minimize error

["Would. You. Like. To. Shots. My. Gun. Cannon?"]

She buries her face in the palm of her hand

"Sorry. I've been learning Kintharian from these audiobooks. The PimSlim method kind of works but i have no idea if what i just said to you was insulting or the correct enunciation."
: You were... close? Well, not really. I don't think that qualifies as a cannon, and we don't...

She looks like she's struggling to think of the right terms.
: Put together words like that? It's like if I said, "do you my gun want to shoot".

: Put together words like that? It's like if I said, "do you my gun want to shoot".
"I could be reversing the order of the way your words are put together. Like I know a very simple phrase that works just fine. For example,"

["Hello, how are you today."]

"But the moment i want to tack a persons name on the end of it suddenly the whole order is screwed."

: No. It is not as bad as it used to be, but there are still people here who are convinced I am some sort of mass-slaver.
Cualli nods slightly. "Growing up with Deltan parents, I always had to deal with kids at school making slave jokes to me. Gods forbid I wound up as a group leader on a project: that was like begging to have kids act like I was a slave-owner." She realizes she's starting to get heated over it and sighs, taking a second to collect herself. "I joined the military hoping to get away from it. It didn't go too well at first, especially after the war started, but I guess I eventually... earned their respect."

"Or maybe I scared 'em off after I hit someone in the face for it," Cualli adds after a moment.

"I could be reversing the order of the way your words are put together. Like I know a very simple phrase that works just fine. For example,"

["Hello, how are you today."]

"But the moment i want to tack a persons name on the end of it suddenly the whole order is screwed."
: Yeah, your language is backwards and weird, no offense. I really hate having to speak it all the time.

Cualli nods slightly. "Growing up with Deltan parents, I always had to deal with kids at school making slave jokes to me. Gods forbid I wound up as a group leader on a project: that was like begging to have kids act like I was a slave-owner." She realizes she's starting to get heated over it and sighs, taking a second to collect herself. "I joined the military hoping to get away from it. It didn't go too well at first, especially after the war started, but I guess I eventually... earned their respect."

"Or maybe I scared 'em off after I hit someone in the face for it," Cualli adds after a moment.
: Mm. Our countries must have the only fighting forces where striking someone else can go unpunished.

: Yeah, your language is backwards and weird, no offense. I really hate having to speak it all the time.


"How about a trade of skill? I can help you learn something I know and in return you can help me improve my Kintharian?"

"Depends on how serious it is, but yeah, people usually turn a blind eye to it."

"I guess infighting was common over there, too?" Cualli asks.


"How about a trade of skill? I can help you learn something I know and in return you can help me improve my Kintharian?"
: I don't think I'd be much help as a teacher, I'd probably lose my patience.

"Depends on how serious it is, but yeah, people usually turn a blind eye to it."

"I guess infighting was common over there, too?" Cualli asks.
: Not really, but it was not uncommon for superiors to strike their subordinates to keep them in line. That was the idea, anyway. I cannot imagine it helped anything.

"Ah. Here it seems to mostly be out of arguments. They'll deck you right across the face in temple, even. Happened to me once," she smiles.

: I don't think I'd be much help as a teacher, I'd probably lose my patience.

"Cmon. Gimme a shot. I can learn stuff pretty fast."

"Ah. Here it seems to mostly be out of arguments. They'll deck you right across the face in temple, even. Happened to me once," she smiles.
: How barbaric.

"Cmon. Gimme a shot. I can learn stuff pretty fast."
: Alright, but I really don't think I'm going to be able to teach you anything you don't already know.