Mizuki Onodera (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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testrun_box2013-01-06 01:29 pm
empress_without_a_throne) wrote in testrun_box2013-01-06 01:29 pm
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Testing for voice and also for use in the distant future
1.
... The weatherman lied today.
[Well, technically no. The forecast had just called for cloudy skies all day, but lo and behold, the sun was shining and the sky was free of obstruction. Normally that would be cause for celebration... but for Mizuki, well... she hadn't thought she had needed to bring her umbrella along today and now she was stuck without it. Great.]
If this doesn't let up and I can't find some shade, you're buying me a hoodie.
[And yeah, she's realizing how demanding she's being, which is enough for her to sigh in frustration.]
... I'll pay you for it when we get back, though. Promise.
[Such was life for the Abyss Empress.]
2.
Whoo! Dinnertime! Been looking forward to this all month long!
[Indeed she has been! And from the food lines, Mizuki picks up a particular meal that had been prepared for her, right before going, sitting down, and preparing to dig in... with her meal now plain to see for everyone.]
... What's everyone looking at? You've never seen cooked anglerfish before?
3.
[It's late at night in the hangar, and most of the mechanics and pilots have already called it today. Mizuki, however, is perched on some railing, looking at the feminine-looking, winged and black humanoid standing still like a statue.]
I heard that the Illuminati are opening up talks again about canning Project Sol for good. We're not going to let that happen, alright? If we kick enough ass, they'll reconsider. Or at least they should.
[For whatever reason you're still in the hangar, Mizuki doesn't honestly care. She needs someone to talk to and she's not going to be taking no for an answer.]
Things are looking up for us finally, I mean. For me, Sara, the Director... everyone involved. Sol's still got a place in this world, all of us do! We've just... gotta prove it to them.
... Dammit, how does GGG and everyone else keep their financiers from breathing down their necks like this?
... The weatherman lied today.
[Well, technically no. The forecast had just called for cloudy skies all day, but lo and behold, the sun was shining and the sky was free of obstruction. Normally that would be cause for celebration... but for Mizuki, well... she hadn't thought she had needed to bring her umbrella along today and now she was stuck without it. Great.]
If this doesn't let up and I can't find some shade, you're buying me a hoodie.
[And yeah, she's realizing how demanding she's being, which is enough for her to sigh in frustration.]
... I'll pay you for it when we get back, though. Promise.
[Such was life for the Abyss Empress.]
2.
Whoo! Dinnertime! Been looking forward to this all month long!
[Indeed she has been! And from the food lines, Mizuki picks up a particular meal that had been prepared for her, right before going, sitting down, and preparing to dig in... with her meal now plain to see for everyone.]
... What's everyone looking at? You've never seen cooked anglerfish before?
3.
[It's late at night in the hangar, and most of the mechanics and pilots have already called it today. Mizuki, however, is perched on some railing, looking at the feminine-looking, winged and black humanoid standing still like a statue.]
I heard that the Illuminati are opening up talks again about canning Project Sol for good. We're not going to let that happen, alright? If we kick enough ass, they'll reconsider. Or at least they should.
[For whatever reason you're still in the hangar, Mizuki doesn't honestly care. She needs someone to talk to and she's not going to be taking no for an answer.]
Things are looking up for us finally, I mean. For me, Sara, the Director... everyone involved. Sol's still got a place in this world, all of us do! We've just... gotta prove it to them.
... Dammit, how does GGG and everyone else keep their financiers from breathing down their necks like this?
3)
[He's sitting next to her, shoulder resting against the rail as he kicked his legs.]
You'll probably do it though. You kept me alive right?
[Because he's got the life expectancy of a goldfish in a house of cats.]
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You just have to make a good show the next fight right?
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If they decide that we're just fine as it is, they'll probably not cut our budget any more, but I doubt we'll get any extra funding. And we're running on fumes. The fact I'm unintentionally high maintenance doesn't help with that at all.
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[Volya's rubbing at his forehead now.]
All this back and forth stuff with budgets and funding...
I say the next time we get some money, we buy an aquarium for you to breed those fish in.
[Ah the solutions of a teenager.]
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[And with that, Mizuki begins sorrowfully counting off the reasons why that idea wouldn't work...]
- You'd also need the aquarium to have the right water pressure; anglers and other deep-sea animals are used to tremendous PSI and would probably explode at shallower depths, and then there's the matter of feeding. If they become part of a carbon cycle that can be traced back to photosynthesis, then I might as well be eating rat poison.
... And of course, it would have to be a salt water aquarium.