Sieglinde Sullivan (
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futurology2016-07-30 10:52 pm
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[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
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[What's a "cowboy"? 15th c. German village girls dunno.]
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Bit of a fool. Perhaps I should have seen this coming.
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["They", not "we", because... sorry fellows she doesn't put you in the "smart enough to be using this time for studying something" category]
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But I suppose if he must make a spectacle of himself for the amusement of others, so be it.
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[She sort of... looks around... then back.]
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[Sorry, McCree, she took you for a musclehead... if your smart she could have put you to work on something...]
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[Hanzo might call him an idiot or a fool, but he knows neither are true at all.]
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[That's really specific, Sieglinde...]
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I doubt that he can. But he is something like a soldier. If you are considering him for a specific use, I would not recommend him for either of those. [He'd noticed that.]
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Well, then he is of no use to me at the moment beyond entertainment for the eyes- you will need bear with it for now.
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[Sieglinde, stop, you're not a flesh peddler...]
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An actual wrestling or sparring match would be more fascinating than this regardless of gender.
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1/2
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That is indeed who he is. Achilles, son of Peleus and the nymph Thetis, prince of the Myrmidons.
ALASTAIR's influence is indeed that vast, it seems.
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[Hanzo is both impressed and a little concerned.]
In any case, if somehow he still has an arm to use, we will see.
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Though I would keep any knowledge of the legend perhaps close to your breast- it seems rude to remind a man of his own inevitable death.
[Shot in the heel, man.]
- so you would place your bet on the "cowboy"?
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[There is no point in informing a man of his own fate. Everyone must rise to meet it, one day.]
No. He will lose. But he will take it well.
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SPITTAKE
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