#pixie shenanigans

Essylla came zipping in through the door of his tent and landed on a table near where Alek was sitting, reading several scout reports. He glanced up at the pixie, and was about to go back to reading when something caught his eye and he looked back at her sharply. She looked……...smug. Extremely pleased with herself, like a cat licking its whiskers after having just finished off a bowl of cream. 

He knew that expression far too well, and was instantly wary.

"Well?" he said after a long moment, raising an eyebrow at her. "What did you do this time?"

She merely giggled, then, taking off, crooked a tiny finger at him to follow, and zoomed back out of the tent. With a sigh, Alek set aside the reports and followed after her. He followed the trail of giggles, and eventually followed her up into one of the observation towers. The soldier saluted him when he reached the top, then jerked his thumb at where Essylla was perched. Alek drew his binoculars from a side pocket, and slowly scanned the demon lines.

"Alright, where am I looking?" he asked her after a moment and not seeing anything obvious.

"Just be patient," she replied in a sing song voice. Movement caught his eye, and he retrained his binoculars in time to see a hellion, one of the demonic mages, walk out of the primary ammo dump bunker, step up onto the firing step of the trench, a spell bomb in his hands, and prepare to throw. Alek had just opened his mouth to warn their lines when he saw the wooden platform beneath the demons feet glitter for a moment, then snap and tilt sideways. 

The demon tumbled sideways with a yell, and the primed explosive fell back into the trench behind him. 

What happened next was pure pandemonium, and Alek saw it all. 

The demon tried to catch the bomb, but misjudged his lunge and ended up slapping it further away. The bomb bounced twice and then rolled to a stop next to a stack of rockets and misfired, igniting like a candle rather than exploding like it was supposed to. This lit the fuses on the rockets, which then banged off down the trench. Several rockets impacted the walls or demons and detonated, causing immense damage, but one rocket spiraled high into the air and then plunged back down into the camp. It slammed through the roof of one of the bathhouses, utterly destroying the building and tossing naked demons left, right, and center. It also startled a nearby ignolioc, a dog-sized, insectoid fire breather the demons used to heat water. They also tended to light themselves on fire when frightened. The ignolioc yelped in surprise and, fully ablaze, pelted away from the ruined bathouse..…..right into the still open door of the primary ammo dump. There was a brilliant flash and a throaty roar as a huge mushroom cloud rose from the bunker, burning ordinance flying in all directions, secondary explosions rippling through the demon forces. As a final touch, the roof of the ammo dump, having been blasted clean off the structure, cartwheeled through the air, then came crashing back down to earth atop the hellion who had dropped the spell bomb that had started the chain reaction. 

Alek lowered the binoculars as cheers and laughter erupted from the Alliance forces. 

Essylla was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out, doubled over and clutching her stomach, rocking back and forth as tears streamed down her face.

Alek was laughing nearly as hard. He finally managed to get himself back under control and eventually scooped up the still giggling pixie from her spot on the railing and placed her on his shoulder as he headed for the ladder to go back to his tent, then made his way down and began walking back.

"Well?" Essylla asked him when she finally managed to stop laughing. 

He opened his mouth, then simply chuckled and shook his head. "You really are just a disaster waiting for someone to happen to, huh?" he finally said, which set her off giggling again. 

((I hope you guys liked this one! Just a bit of silliness I thought might amuse you. ^_^))

Some helpful phrases/vocabulary: 

カットをお願いします。

A haircut, please. 

セミショットの髪型が好きです。

I like semi-short styles. 

この写真のようにしてください。

Please do it [the haircut] like this picture. 

横は、バリカンでかってください。

Please shave the sides with a clipper. 

横を１２．７ミリが好きです。

I like the sides to be 12.7 millimeters (approx. 1.25 cm. or 0.5 in.)

前髪をくらいの長さにしてください。

i’m moving across the country, so things are a little wild right now

here’s ma face(s): 

“Monica Denise Brown (née Arnold; born October 24, 1980),[2] simply known as Monica, is an American singer, songwriter, producer, and actress. Born and raised in College Park, Georgia, she began performing as a child and became part of a traveling gospel choir at the age of ten. She rose to prominence after releasing her debut studio album, Miss Thang, in 1995. It went multiplatinum, while its first two singles, "Don't Take It Personal" and "Before You Walk Out of My Life", made her the youngest recording act to ever have two consecutive chart-topping hits on the Billboard Top R&B Singles chart. In 1998, Monica's second album, The Boy Is Mine, earned her major international chart success. Pushed by its Grammy Award-winning number-one hit title track, a duet with singer Brandy, it spawned two further Billboard Hot 100 chart-toppers, "The First Night" and "Angel of Mine", and established her position as one of the most successful urban R&B female vocalists to emerge in the mid to late-1990s.[3]”

“Shirley Ann Jackson FREng (born August 5, 1946) is an American physicist, and the eighteenth president of Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. She is the first African-American woman to have earned a doctorate at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT).[1] She is also the second African-American woman in the United States to earn a doctorate in physics.”

“Moya Bailey is a black queer feminist scholar, writer, and activist, notable for creating the term Misogynoir, which describes the specific type of discrimination experienced by black women.[1][2] She works with the Octavia E. Butler Legacy Network[3]and is the co-founder of Quirky Black Girls, a collective for black women who do not fit the cultural stereotype.[4]”

Wikipedia.

“Moya Bailey is a scholar of critical race, feminist, and disability studies. Her work focuses on marginalized groups’ use of digital media to promote social justice as acts of self-affirmation and health promotion. She is interested in how race, gender, and sexuality are represented in media and medicine. She currently curates the #transformDH Tumblr initiative in Digital Humanities. She is also the digital alchemist for the Octavia E. Butler Legacy Network.”