No Work, Just Play

fefnir-of-neoarcadia:

It seemed as though his Master didn’t have any interest in learning about his day (not that he had really expected him to) so instead, as X fired off question after question, the Guardian of Fire listened to them all and answered them in the order they were given;

“Watch us spar?” The idea was both thrilling and terrifying, but he smiled brightly in reply, “of course! That would be great. I’ll let you know of the details when Harpuia sends them to me.”

To his next question, Fefnir shook his head no and grew more serious, “Sadly, no, I have not found any other mutos reploids to join the Jin’en. Most of them are in the other squads, it seems, but I will see if I can find some at your request, Master X.”

“Hmm, large recruits… well, recently we completed two Hittite Hottaid’s, a Guard Orotic has been brought online two days ago, several Golems, notably type F’s for my squad, of course, and about three new Mega Scorpia’s and a couple of Cameloids,” Fefnir rattled off as he ticked them off on his fingers. “The Guard Orotic has been given its mission for now, but the Cameloids are currently housed here for maintenance before deployment later today. And the HH’s are both in the bay for deployment if needed.”

That was everything within the last week, at least, and as such, the General folded his arms behind his back, “that’s last week’s activities.”

But at the other comment, Fefnir giggled, “of course, Master. Forgive me~”

He kicked his foot a little and rolled a stone onto the top of where his toes would be if he were human before dropping it again - a nervous gesture, “would you… like to see them?”

May as well ask, right?

Copy smiled quite rarely, though a small one presented itself at the prospect of being able to watch a fight. A notable one. Copy nodded.

“I’d rather the engineers plan accordingly, perhaps inquire about future models. Make sure they’re up to what you feel maybe lacking for the Jin’en. It’s true however, water compatible, air and phantom models do require a less than human-like form.” … “It’s a wonder General Sage doesn’t get stuck in doorways with that helm.”

It was an honest curious thought. Copy had never quite grasped the basis of a joke. He truely believed that the helm would cause the Sage problems, being in a ‘cage’ when indoors. Copy’s face was one of honest interest rather than amusement.

Copy nodded at hearing last week’s report. It wasn’t like he hadn’t read it… yet. But now he could just skim and approve it. Yes. Good.

Copy quietly raised a hand for the other to relax. The reploid felt more relaxed, eyes opening up, he supposed he did look like X at the moment. Not glaring at the other, like he usually did when walking or alone or watching something he didn’t like.

The Master was looking to the side of the other, wanting to be outside more than in. ‘Take me somewhere’. Copy thought to himself. He ignored Fefnir’s nervous gesture, missing it.

‘I want to play’. But it was childish to say for a leader. “Do you think we need… a pool?” The smaller asked suddenly. “I do want to see the Hottaid’s.” He ended.

I think I followed everyone now. Hello. Bother you sometime soon Phantom. ♥

littlebearhound sent: A little dog seems to drop by, it doesn't have a collar nor does it seem to be tame. It regards Copy carefully from the wooded area near the clearing, seemingly puzzled, as it is downwind, but cannot smell Copy. It cocks its head to one side, then turns around and leaves. What a strange animal.

Copy watched the smallish grey animal. Too small to be a wolf, though if one were really blind they might have mistook it for one. The curious thing looked confused… Though its eyes were a clear blue, Copy couldn’t help notice how rough and strong it looked for something so small.

Soon enough it left, scampering back from the woods which it came.

Ah.

Shame.

He would have liked to mark it with a collar.

Copy wondered whether he could do that to the dog-like animals on Aeolus’ land. Maybe he’d ask.

No Work, Just Play

fefnir-of-neoarcadia:

“Thank you for visiting!” Fefnir replied eagerly, and he grinned again, “yeah, looks like we don’t have any trouble, but I have had some of the strangest visitors today! Do you want to hear about them, Master?”

“Oh, and Harpuia dropped by. He promised he’d spar with me, so he’d better keep that promise,” as always, he was highly spirited and the prospect of having a great match with his green sibling. “Otherwise… there is a group of new recruits on their way, so I’ll be training them all day.”

“Uh…” suddenly realising he had rambled somewhat to his master, he chuckled a little and said, “what about you, Master X? Do you have anything interesting planned today?”

Fefnir enjoyed conversing. Probably out of all the Guardians. Sage kept to himself and spoke when needing a reply or out of courtesy. Leviathan spoke at a normal rate, though when angry she could go on for hours. But as a courtesy to what he assumed was X’s miles and miles of patience he’d always listen closely to her ramblings, everyone’s in fact.

Though Phantom rambling at all was an amusing notion. Copy wondered where he was.

“Sage will provide an adequate spar, perhaps alert me the when and where of the session, I’d like to observe, even if I can only show up later.” Copy alluded to the piles of data-pads still needing his approval. Why couldn’t he chuck them elsewhere…

“Have you taken to accepting more mutos? I feel they enhance the scouting and speed of your battalion.” Copy paused a moment to look amused at something. “Any large recruits?” Copy liked viewing large, powerful members of the Guardian army’s. Fefnir was given the largest area for his squadron, making housing for special fighter units comfortable. Copy would spare him more materials for this reason.

And that Fefnir was given the more gritty of jobs. As long as he came back in one piece there’d be no reports filed over any of his methods.

And that no civillians were harmed. Soft fragile human, ugh.

“I always have something interesting planned, yes.” He gave about an air of secrecy.