Mi-ke-unt
Say it phonetically. Or don't, if there is someone around who might take offense
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Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
Mi-ke-unt
Say it phonetically. Or don't, if there is someone around who might take offense
I figured that was the only word that made sense, but I still don't get it. He didn't say Mi-ke-unt. He said Michael S. Hunt. Mishearing that as Mi-ke-unt seems a real stretch unless I'm missing something about what a Brit faking a German accent sounds like? I'm not asking you to continue explaining the joke because a joke either works or it doesn't. Just feedback on why I also got nothing out of that.
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It is an exceedingly juvenile joke, and is made worse by the fact that the "boys" were being asked to "pound" M. Black Hunt... because apparently the Empire's rank and file have a better sense for pranks than Moe Szyslak.
The fact that Brad got it right away and Krieg took this long? That's the hilarious bit, tbh.
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I think this is a reference to the "Mike Hunt" debacle on Critical Role. It doesn't seem funny until you say it out loud. ^^
FaerieKnight79
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Except they weren't asked to pound "Mike Hunt", they chose to do so. Despite one of them being genre aware enough to go "wait a sec... I don't think this is a good idea." Krieg took great offense to Mike S. Hunt beating the tar out of the idiot grunts, and has been running afoul of the (probably fake) name. In addition, "schwartz" is also a juvenile slang for male genitalia. So in a sense, the delivery driver said his name was Mike "male genitalia" Hunt if you looked at it in the right way.
… I totally did that part of it intentionally…
Make Friends, Influence People, Part 3 | Work It Out, Part 6
"Evening," Carol said, entering the dining room.
"Hey," Amy said, not looking up from her schoolwork. Beside her, 'Mina looked up grumpily at the intrusion.
Carol frowned. "Where's your sister? We don't usually see you working down here by yourself."
"She's upstairs with my neighbor Alec from the apartments," Amy replied, as loud cackling drifted down from the upper floor. "They met during the Endbringer overnighter. They're doing makeup, trying on dresses, that sort of thing."
"Is Alec staying for dinner?"
"Vicky wanted to borrow your car so they can go grab take-out for us all, since Dad is doing that thing with Uncle Neil. Alec's treat, offered when he heard Dad was working late."
Carol blinked. "Oh. Well, that's very considerate."
Elsewhere
"Good form," Brian said, as Taylor jumped rope in a quick cadence. "We'll do this a bit longer, then switch to the bag."
She nodded but didn't speak. Even though she knew, intellectually, that part of the point of this was to push the limits of her stamina, she still didn't like showing weakness.
Although watching him jump rope next to her was a treat.
"Now," Brian continued, "if you are up to it, let's try adding some complexity to—"
Taylor abruptly hopped back, rope and all, as a crumpled ball of paper flew past her to hit Brian in the chest. He stumbled, and dropped his rope.
"Aisha…" Brian said as his sister cackled.
"Gotta work on your situational awareness, Bro!"
Note: Alec figures might as well start with a good impression before he gets out the shovel.
"Hey," Amy said, not looking up from her schoolwork. Beside her, 'Mina looked up grumpily at the intrusion.
Carol frowned. "Where's your sister? We don't usually see you working down here by yourself."
"She's upstairs with my neighbor Alec from the apartments," Amy replied, as loud cackling drifted down from the upper floor. "They met during the Endbringer overnighter. They're doing makeup, trying on dresses, that sort of thing."
"Is Alec staying for dinner?"
"Vicky wanted to borrow your car so they can go grab take-out for us all, since Dad is doing that thing with Uncle Neil. Alec's treat, offered when he heard Dad was working late."
Carol blinked. "Oh. Well, that's very considerate."
Elsewhere
"Good form," Brian said, as Taylor jumped rope in a quick cadence. "We'll do this a bit longer, then switch to the bag."
She nodded but didn't speak. Even though she knew, intellectually, that part of the point of this was to push the limits of her stamina, she still didn't like showing weakness.
Although watching him jump rope next to her was a treat.
"Now," Brian continued, "if you are up to it, let's try adding some complexity to—"
Taylor abruptly hopped back, rope and all, as a crumpled ball of paper flew past her to hit Brian in the chest. He stumbled, and dropped his rope.
"Aisha…" Brian said as his sister cackled.
"Gotta work on your situational awareness, Bro!"
Note: Alec figures might as well start with a good impression before he gets out the shovel.
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FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
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And Tay continues to build up her "unmitigated badass" reputation in her civilian identity.
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- Canada
... Actively suppresses superfluous expressions of her insect-power 'to completely avoid being suspicious as a cape'. Perfectly compartmentalizing/suppressing any reaction to things outside the range of her human senses.
Somehow completely missing that she's already used her power to train/correct/hone her unpowered responses to a finer degree than would be otherwise possible.
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Make Friends, Influence People, Part 4 | Animal Adventures, Part 16
Having prepositioned herself carefully, Amy watched with eager anticipation as Carol came face to face with Alec. He was once again wearing his branded merch, which he had at some point supplemented with tastefully applied makeup.
Carol eyed Alec skeptically. "I thought Amy said you were trying on dresses?"
"We were!" Vicky replied. "And he let me do A/B testing on that new cleanser I wanted to try! And the mascara! And the blush!"
"I have a lot of sisters," Alec said as if that explained something, "and I consider it my brotherly duty to not rest until gender norms lie shattered at my feet."
"The pictures are amazing!" Vicky continued.
Alec laughed. "Next time I'll bring my falsies and we can make pics to put up on that crypto-fascist dating site. Take some skinheads on a journey of self-discovery."
Elsewhere
"Seriously?" Doctor Mother asked. She had walked into the pantry, only to find a fat white cat stretched out lazily on the countertop, next to one of Custodian's sandboxes. The cat purred happily as her fluff moved gently beneath the touch of invisible hands.
Text appeared on the sandbox. "I found him?"
"Try again," Doctor Mother said.
"DOOR."
A portal appeared under the cat, who dropped through it with an affronted yelp.
"Custodian!" Doctor Mother exclaimed. However, the sandbox remained unchanged.
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Mark: {Shuffles in after patrol}
Carol: {Thousand yard stare}
Carol eyed Alec skeptically. "I thought Amy said you were trying on dresses?"
"We were!" Vicky replied. "And he let me do A/B testing on that new cleanser I wanted to try! And the mascara! And the blush!"
"I have a lot of sisters," Alec said as if that explained something, "and I consider it my brotherly duty to not rest until gender norms lie shattered at my feet."
"The pictures are amazing!" Vicky continued.
Alec laughed. "Next time I'll bring my falsies and we can make pics to put up on that crypto-fascist dating site. Take some skinheads on a journey of self-discovery."
Elsewhere
"Seriously?" Doctor Mother asked. She had walked into the pantry, only to find a fat white cat stretched out lazily on the countertop, next to one of Custodian's sandboxes. The cat purred happily as her fluff moved gently beneath the touch of invisible hands.
Text appeared on the sandbox. "I found him?"
"Try again," Doctor Mother said.
"DOOR."
A portal appeared under the cat, who dropped through it with an affronted yelp.
"Custodian!" Doctor Mother exclaimed. However, the sandbox remained unchanged.
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Mark: {Shuffles in after patrol}
Carol: {Thousand yard stare}
Old Bones, Part 15
After the final match, Brad walked casually over to where the newcomer was sitting. Brad eyed the man's tats appreciatively. "You've seen some action." It wasn't a question.
The man nodded.
"Haven't seen you before, I'd remember. What brings you here?"
The man gestured to the pit with his beer. "You boys fight. Not enough of that these days."
Brad sat down next to him. "Yeah, world ain't what it was."
"You know, there's still places where this shit gets properly appreciated. Not like here, by industrialists, politicians, even governments. Legitimacy."
Brad eyed him carefully. "Africa's a shithole."
"Was thinking something more south, and closer to home."
"This ain't no theoretical shit."
"No. Any of your boys want out, especially paras or ones with time in the service, there's options. Reputable like. Wouldn't have to hide, and shit here in the world, it's changing, after all the bounties and The Fairy Queen. You might be ride or die, but you're bound for the cage. Makes things real simple like."
"Let's say I don't throw you to Kaiser. What kind of offer are you talking about."
The man said a number. "That's for you, just the earnest money, signing bonus. Got a list somewhere for any of your boys that want in."
Brad snorted. "Cheaper to just take out a hit if you wanted to off me."
"Yep."
"You got a name, moneybags? References or the like? You can throw big numbers at me but I'm not giving up any of my boys to you just cause you got a pretty mouth."
The man slowly withdrew an envelope, and passed it to Brad. "References are in the there, but my favorite is the one at the embassy."
"Embassy? What country would take a call from someone who's done what I done?"
The man smiled. "Who else—Argentina."
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Mysterious stranger: … and the name is Lynch.
B: …
The man nodded.
"Haven't seen you before, I'd remember. What brings you here?"
The man gestured to the pit with his beer. "You boys fight. Not enough of that these days."
Brad sat down next to him. "Yeah, world ain't what it was."
"You know, there's still places where this shit gets properly appreciated. Not like here, by industrialists, politicians, even governments. Legitimacy."
Brad eyed him carefully. "Africa's a shithole."
"Was thinking something more south, and closer to home."
"This ain't no theoretical shit."
"No. Any of your boys want out, especially paras or ones with time in the service, there's options. Reputable like. Wouldn't have to hide, and shit here in the world, it's changing, after all the bounties and The Fairy Queen. You might be ride or die, but you're bound for the cage. Makes things real simple like."
"Let's say I don't throw you to Kaiser. What kind of offer are you talking about."
The man said a number. "That's for you, just the earnest money, signing bonus. Got a list somewhere for any of your boys that want in."
Brad snorted. "Cheaper to just take out a hit if you wanted to off me."
"Yep."
"You got a name, moneybags? References or the like? You can throw big numbers at me but I'm not giving up any of my boys to you just cause you got a pretty mouth."
The man slowly withdrew an envelope, and passed it to Brad. "References are in the there, but my favorite is the one at the embassy."
"Embassy? What country would take a call from someone who's done what I done?"
The man smiled. "Who else—Argentina."
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Mysterious stranger: … and the name is Lynch.
B: …
The Right Questions, Part 3
"Thank you for your assistance with the veterinarian," Dr. Weaver said as Lisa sat down. "She is an excellent fit."
"I'm going to just pretend you are trolling," replied Lisa, "rather than think about what use you have for a vet on an alternate Earth Bet doesn't even have a name for."
Dr. Weaver nodded. "Our next exercise will be more complex, and may require multiple rounds of questions."
"Let me guess," Lisa said, rolling her eyes, "you want a deniable interior decorator?"
"No," Dr. Weaver said with a straight face. "I have one of those already. Personality is a work-in-progress, but her other attributes more than compensate. I should introduce you to her son, he's around your age."
She is entirely serious.
That would be more believable if you didn't like her more than me.
BEST HOST IS BEST HOST BUT NEXT BEST HOST IS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND WILL BE PROTECTED AND CHERISHED!
"… infiltration attempts by the CUI," Dr. Weaver was saying, "as they are getting more aggressive…"
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L: … Are you settling for me? You'd rather be with her, wouldn't you?!
P: {flail flail}
"I'm going to just pretend you are trolling," replied Lisa, "rather than think about what use you have for a vet on an alternate Earth Bet doesn't even have a name for."
Dr. Weaver nodded. "Our next exercise will be more complex, and may require multiple rounds of questions."
"Let me guess," Lisa said, rolling her eyes, "you want a deniable interior decorator?"
"No," Dr. Weaver said with a straight face. "I have one of those already. Personality is a work-in-progress, but her other attributes more than compensate. I should introduce you to her son, he's around your age."
She is entirely serious.
That would be more believable if you didn't like her more than me.
BEST HOST IS BEST HOST BUT NEXT BEST HOST IS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND WILL BE PROTECTED AND CHERISHED!
"… infiltration attempts by the CUI," Dr. Weaver was saying, "as they are getting more aggressive…"
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L: … Are you settling for me? You'd rather be with her, wouldn't you?!
P: {flail flail}
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Needs threadmark! ^.^
Also, yes, Best Host is Best Host. Tautology is Tautology.
Fixed in text! Thanks!
In Sheep’s Clothing, Part 2
Sabah was nervous. Dr. Weaver had warned her that Amy Dallon, Panacea, would be coming by one of Parian's shows, along with one or more other girls from "the group", whatever that was.
Sabah wasn't sure how to handle this latest development. New Wave was well-known in certain circles for its skepticism toward the PRT and its heavy-handed ways. Nevertheless, first Glory Girl and now Panacea were under the woman's thumb.
Was this just how powerful Americans behaved, casual displays of power and influence? Whatever else Sabah had taken from Glory Girl's confused explanations, it was clear that Dr. Weaver was powerful. Did she know what Sabah looked like under the mask? She didn't think so, but if this was how Dr. Weaver acted now, what would happen if she knew who Sabah was, what she looked like, where her family was from? It reminded Sabah of stories she had heard from her parents, in quiet voices, speaking about how things were before, in the other place.
Sabah loved America, loved the chaos and the energy, loved the chance to chart her own path, look squarely at expectations and say 'no'. She knew what her life could have been, already married or worse (and to a man)! Still, charting her own path was scary sometimes, and awfully lonely.
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Jaded!Taylor: Oh, this me at my most comforting and approachable!
Sabah wasn't sure how to handle this latest development. New Wave was well-known in certain circles for its skepticism toward the PRT and its heavy-handed ways. Nevertheless, first Glory Girl and now Panacea were under the woman's thumb.
Was this just how powerful Americans behaved, casual displays of power and influence? Whatever else Sabah had taken from Glory Girl's confused explanations, it was clear that Dr. Weaver was powerful. Did she know what Sabah looked like under the mask? She didn't think so, but if this was how Dr. Weaver acted now, what would happen if she knew who Sabah was, what she looked like, where her family was from? It reminded Sabah of stories she had heard from her parents, in quiet voices, speaking about how things were before, in the other place.
Sabah loved America, loved the chaos and the energy, loved the chance to chart her own path, look squarely at expectations and say 'no'. She knew what her life could have been, already married or worse (and to a man)! Still, charting her own path was scary sometimes, and awfully lonely.
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Jaded!Taylor: Oh, this me at my most comforting and approachable!
Mirriam Grave
The Bemused. The Amused. The Unstable.
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- The edge of a point.
The sad thing? She isn't wrong...
Heartbroken: Rude! Not wrong, but still rude…
Snowball, Part 16
"Jesus Christ," the tech exclaimed, quickly backing out of the shed.
"What's wrong?" A colleague asked. They were part of the team forensically examining the house and yard of James Fleischer.
"Found an unlined rusting metal jar, not sealed, with a bunch of loose detonators and batteries just rattling around, no insulation, no packaging, nothing."
The other man blanched. "I'll call EOD."
"Thanks," the first man said, hands shaking. "I'm gonna go sit down a while."
Elsewhere
"Armsmaster," Colin answered.
"This is Piggot. BBPD EOD is officially requesting support on the Fleischer residence. They had a near miss event."
Colin blinked. "Isn't the EOD head still…"
"Yes. Seems personally affronted that his people were 'set up', sounds like he's now wondering just how valuable he is to his 'brothers in arms'. Drive the wedge home before he reconsiders. We're playing up the 'health and safety' angle, should mitigate any complaints about escalation."
Note: I wouldn't recommend storing anything like this, but most especially devices designed to vigorously explode upon receipt of electric current.
"What's wrong?" A colleague asked. They were part of the team forensically examining the house and yard of James Fleischer.
"Found an unlined rusting metal jar, not sealed, with a bunch of loose detonators and batteries just rattling around, no insulation, no packaging, nothing."
The other man blanched. "I'll call EOD."
"Thanks," the first man said, hands shaking. "I'm gonna go sit down a while."
Elsewhere
"Armsmaster," Colin answered.
"This is Piggot. BBPD EOD is officially requesting support on the Fleischer residence. They had a near miss event."
Colin blinked. "Isn't the EOD head still…"
"Yes. Seems personally affronted that his people were 'set up', sounds like he's now wondering just how valuable he is to his 'brothers in arms'. Drive the wedge home before he reconsiders. We're playing up the 'health and safety' angle, should mitigate any complaints about escalation."
Note: I wouldn't recommend storing anything like this, but most especially devices designed to vigorously explode upon receipt of electric current.
On the one hand, Krieg is very immune to explosions by dint of his power.
On the other hand, his wife and kids are not. Is he just an idiot, or... why did he have a mixed jar of batteries and detonators?
If the batteries are not in the detonators, can they actually make something explode?
Some people have change jars, he has a detonator jar.
The dark god Murphy has a way of finding ways to cause improperly stored detonators to go boom. People in the business of working with these things, as a result, tend to be extremely careful about storage.
In this case, for example, it's a rusting, unlined, metal (conductive!) container, that is not sealed. It's also in a shed. What if an animal gets in there? What if water gets in? What if a kid finds them and decides to play? Etc.
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