hageshii | 014

Don't be stupid. One day of training ain't gonna make a difference. Get out of here. Have fun.

You'd be surprised what little things can make a difference.

[The real reason has a lot more to do with other things, but she'll stick to these guns. Except for that little niggling worry:] Am I really the only one who didn't go?

Could be? We'll see if any other ladies have an indignant responses for me.

Figures. You know--there used be a time when I was way more on top of these social outing things.

Hey, it ain't too late. And if you wanna make up for it, I'll throw you a free spar the next day. I'm one of the only old guys in this dump, so I gotta be useful for something, right?

Oh, no. I don't think me and you sparring would be such a fab idea.

[Normally, it'd be because she tears doors open with her bare hands. But now? Well, not she's simply more normal than normal.]

Tch, too bad.

Why, are you really that keen on beating up petite blondes?

I just want to pass on my skills before my number comes up. If it's to petite blondes, so be it.

What kinda skills are we talking, here?

You know. Bushido and stuff.

Oh, samurai stuff! [She has learned a few fun vocab words during her lessons with Giles.] Very flashy. But--uhm--you never really struck me as the chivalrous type. What was that you said last time? Something about not caring.

Hey. I'm a 25th century kind of guy. In the future, not caring is the new way of actually caring.

I know some future-folk and that is so not the kind of future they talk about. Well, except possibly Bones. He's kinda of a cold shoulder.

Yeah, but Bones isn't as future as I am. Sure, it starts out with the whole peace and good will shit, but give us a few more centuries and humanity goes back to being assholes again. We're at our best when we stick with what we know.

We're not all like that. Some of us have responsibilities.

Of course we aren't. I happen to be a great dad.

You're a dad?

Amazing humans continue to procreate, even in the amazing, shinier future.

What's your kid's name, then?

Daigoroh. The kid takes after his old man. Ten years old and he's already one of the best damn F-Zero pilots in the business.

Your ten year old son is a pilot? What is this--the future where kids grow up too fast?

No, it's the future where everyone is jerks. Didn't we just go over that?

Ten year olds shouldn't be piloting things. That's so...wrong.

[Almost as wrong as sixteen year olds having to knowingly march to their deaths because of some lame prophecy.]

He's only piloting a racing machine. Of course, it's only in the range of 1500 kilometers an hour, racing against some of the bloodthirsty scum in the galaxy to net the biggest amount of prize money you can get.

Perfectly safe. Hell, I've even ran him off the track a few times.

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