#twiniisms

“I would like to point out that Nick was very much goading Nikolai into that attack?” Sparrow says, and the neutrality of her voice doesn’t give away how she feels about that.  “Besides, there’s a distinct lack of the general social skills when it comes to the twins.”  She tilts her head.  “And what do you even know about anger issues anyway?”

She doesn’t have anything to say about the abusiveness, having little experience with that herself-

[-but the mun is happy to intervene at this point and, in a slightly unusual turn of events, brings along @iridescentdarkness for her input.  Liana?]

“Huh?  Oh, um…Well, as for the whole anger issues thing, I would probably say that everyone has different triggers?  So what might set one person off won’t necessarily set someone else off.  It’s about perception, you know?  Plus, from what I can tell, he’s not just mad about the rules thing.  It was about the whole ‘frozen’ thing - which I didn’t know was a thing?  Although Donnie did freeze Mutag-I mean, Timmy.  Anyway, what I was saying is that anger is a very fragile, hot emotion.  Sometimes you can get angry for seemingly no reason at all.  It’s a hard emotion to understand.”

“Far be it from me to tell you that he’s in the wrong for it,” both mun and muse reply.

“If he wants to get angry, he should,” Sparrow continues.  “It’s not like I don’t have my anger problems.  Have you read my biography or what?”

Word Association Meme || Accepting || @twiniisms

Nika: Potential

Aggressively displaying teeth, he stalked closer to the vampire minion. Muzzle wrinkled in offended disdain for the scum that dared scuttle his way. He came to this domain to rest not to be bothered by some dithering fool!

A clawed hand shot out to slash the creature’s throat open & lunging to deliver a deadly bite to finish it. Panting & spitting the terrible taste of the vampire’s blood out his mouth. They always tasted foul to him.

“Niko is not the first person to shoot me and I doubt he’ll be the last,” Sparrow responds easily.  “It was not my destiny to die that day and so I don’t see the point in getting angry about it.”  Her eyes grow distant for the tiniest of moments before she returns her attention to the message at hand.

“You should have seen my first mission,” she continues, a nostalgic smile touching her lips.  “Or the first mission I did with my team.  Or the one after that.  Or the one after that.  Or…You get the point, right?  Not every mission is a success.  I would be incredibly surprised if their first mission went off without a hitch.  There is a risk, but there’s always a risk, every mission we ever go on.  Besides, that’s what training is for.  We won’t send them out into the field unless both they and we think they are ready for it.”

Sparrow’s eyebrows rise but that is the only visible reaction the question; other than her movement to fold her arms.

“I don’t think you’re really in a position to deem an asset’s worth, are you?” she asks.  “STING has their reasons for wanting the twins and I can see why.  They are strong, intelligent, capable, with abilities beyond the average human.  They were designed to be the best possible agents and I think, that with some serious training and adjustments, they could meet that quota.  Even if that means being better than me.”  Her lips twitch slightly.

Sparrow never thought she could ever get bored doing her job, but here she is, trying hard to stay awake as she watches her targets do pretty much nothing worth reporting.

"Tired?” a friendly voice comes over her radio when she fails to stifle a yawn.

“Nah, just bored,” she responds.  “Normally there’s some kind of exciting chase scene as we try and catch them; or there’s the huge panic when we think we’ve lost them; or something but I’ve been on this, what, a week or two now and there’s been nothing.”

It had been a normal day, thank god for normal days. He had enjoyed the sun as he laid in the field just enjoying the day. He hummed to himself as he continued to relax. All day that was all he did was relax. Something he hadn’t been able to do for a long time. Yet the day passed and the sun had set. The night once again embraced him. He went back to his cabin and lit the bonfire as he always had.