Niklas Kalliope Wright (knowingmore) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-02-07 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, niklas wright, simon forte |
Fairies can text, who knew? (Simon)
Niks sat at her desk, distracted by a few things. She couldn't ask what she wanted straight off; she couldn't do anything straight with the damn fairy. She had to go at it in a way that wasn't obvious, so rather than do the research she had sitting on her desk for a particularly aggravating faculty member, she started something else.
Time to see just how well a fairy got along with technology.
Niks: Did I see you smile at that woman? Also, what did she do to Evan?
Simon: which woman? The irritating succubus?
Niks: You shouldn't call women you don't like that.
Niks: Especially if you smile stupidly at them
Simon: No, ducks. That's what sheis.
Niks: Did you send her after Evan?
Simon: I didn't send her anywhere. I would be quite pleased if she fell off a cliff. But it's nice to know the infant had a run-in with her. Was he horribly maimed?
Niks: You should be nicer to him. I'm carrying his child.
Simon: if that were true, he'd be dead already.
Simon: and why are you texting me, it's obnoxious. Why humans are so enthralled with this, I will never know.
Niks: You know you had to think about it. And, would have loved to see your face. Why would he be dead?
Niks: Because...-little shiny graphic appears of a sparkly necklace-
Simon: I've already told him not to touch you. That would mean he went much further than that.
Niks: What if I want him to touch me?
Simon: why would you want an idiotic artifact hunter? Though I suppose he's better than a philosophy student.
Niks: He wasn't a bad guy. And, my father was an artifact hunter, my mum too.
Simon: in all serious, Niklas, this is absurd. You know where my office is, and you know where I live.
Simon: that doesn't mean that Evan Vang is worth your time an effort.
Niks: And, I'm at work. And, bored. Could you look at the journal I put in your box?
Simon: Yes, but why did you put a journal in my box?
Niks: Translate the last few pages for me? Saw one of those symbols in the cave once.
Simon: just the last few pages?
Niks: I am capable of reading quite a few languages.
Simon: I didn't say you weren't. Usually when I am asked to translate, it's an entire text. I find it curious you would not want the whole thing, so I ask.
Simon: if I start replying in something you cannot read, will it stop this ridiculous texting?
Niks: The last few look transcribed, and there wasn't anything marking that. Did I miss something?
Niks: And, you could get out of your place and see me.
Simon: I will look. I'm upstairs now. You could just as easily come up here.
Niks: You want to be difficult. Be a dear and bring tea?
Simon: I want to be difficult? Pot, kettle, lamb. Pot, kettle.
Niks: Kettles and pots - iron or copper?
Simon: are you aware that your journal is missing pages?
Niks: Damn. Macaroons?
Niks: Or do you want something else sweet for noticing?
Simon: tarts, perhaps. Sans the blood this time, thank you.
Niks: Yes, yes. No blood. Will be there soon. Shall I bring the succubus or the infant?
Simon: how about not either.
Niks: I'll be up in an hour. You strange man.
Simon: see you in an hour, kitten.
With that done, Niks did a quick search. It didn't take as long as some might have expected; instead, she had it done and sent off. She even stopped long enough to get what she promised for Simon, and she headed to the fairy's quarters to get the information she really wanted. Mikey, succubus, and the world around them.