Blaze wrote:Logos folds her arms and shakes her head.
"No, you are asking for too little. What I would be learning from you has a practical use. What you learn from me, less so. You need to ask for more."
"Not everything has to be practical to be valuable, my lady. Spending time with you would be very enjoyable, and relaxing. After all, even you can't possibly spend all your waking hours in training. What's the point of learning the defensive arts if you don't have anything to defend?" Mal shrugs as his smile disappears. He doesn't look dour, just a little more serious.
Maiden Miki wrote:"Hmm...When in Rome, do what the Romans do," said Mike as she looked around the kitchen. Eventually she decided to open up the cupboards and found that they were fully stocked. It did not take her long to find the cookbooks as well. "Well, I could look though each and every one of them for a recipe that sounds interesting but where is the fun in that?"
Mike hand went up to a book at random and quickly open it up. Turns out that it was a desert book filled with many different tasty treats. The page that she open on was a strawberry cheesecake. A cute smile appeared on her face as she gave a slow nod. "I think this is just so nice to make!"
Indeed, such a tasty treat would surely bring smiles to everyone's faces. The anticipation of seeing their reactions is thrilling! And to think, she'll even get paid to do this three times a day. How lucky!
Ookalf wrote:*Yoko smiles a little as she waters the flowers... At least, until she spots the crabgrass.* Ah... Well, that won't do. *She reaches down to pull up the unwanted plant!*
The plant gives some resistance, but Yoko manages to uproot the unruly thing. Hmm... is she a little stronger than before? She did manage to pull out the whole thing, roots and all. Odd, that.
Dr. Coyote wrote:
"Hmm this requires some further inspection"
The man wonders through the large bay door and begins to inspect the pedestals carefully
The pedestals all seem to be simple metal raised from the ground, and have a light coming out of the bottom as well as the light shining down on them. Each pedestal has a number, labeling each one to differentiate them. As he inspects them, the one separate from the others seems to stick out, since it's number is 00. As he looks at it, a pane of glass quickly slides down, closing him off from the rest of the hangar or garage... whatever it is. The pedestal shines brightly, and a computerized voice addresses him. "Initializing biometric compatibility matrix. Greetings, commander."
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker