The Fury stopped pacing and raised his head as if to acknowledge the Sorrow’s question, though he was really still thinking about it.
If the ghost would have had substance or physical form, the cosmonaut would have seriously debated grabbing him in a hug that he would have no-doubt protested. But the Sorrow was only a wraith, and the Fury, antisocial, so he only smiled.
“What do I have in mind? Only revenge…” He shrugged slightly, turning back to hovercraft repairs. “A certain Major has been lying and manipulating other Groznyj staff in an attempt to make my life miserable. He keeps a greenhouse that he is inordinately proud of; as we speak, I am making plans in my head to blow it up over dinner with…”
No, not his unit. The Krasnogorje patrol may have been loosely under his command, and their weapons his inventions, but it seemed strange to call them his. In truth, the Fury belonged more to the flame patrol than the flame patrol to the Fury.
“Comrades.” The cosmonaut concluded, continuing to rummage through the interior of the craft, pleased that taking the vehicle out and shooting it as an experiment had done no real damage. The armor held up just as it should have, there were only a few charred wires from electrical malfunction.
“Death must be extraordinarily boring. What do you do all day? Float around and watch soldiers play slap and tickle in the showers?” He tilted his head, smirking at the mental image. “So if you’re bored, I thought you may enjoy haunting the Major in question. That is, if that sort of thing strikes your fancy.”
Haunting was such a harsh word, it seemed. It conjured images of rattling chains and floating white sheets, and of malevolent will. There was nothing particularly malevolent about the spirit floating near his desk. Really, the Fury thought that the lithe, pale ghost didn’t look that much different than when he was alive…except for the semi transparency and floating.
“I’m curious…very curious about many things.” That was how his mind worked, fascinated by all aspects of science and nature, probably the leading factor of agreeing to participate in a space mission. “What happened? How did you…” The Fury stumbled over the correct words, “end up taking a dirt nap?” Probably not the best phrasing, but he was not known for being overly diplomatic about anything.
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:43 pm (UTC)If the ghost would have had substance or physical form, the cosmonaut would have seriously debated grabbing him in a hug that he would have no-doubt protested. But the Sorrow was only a wraith, and the Fury, antisocial, so he only smiled.
“What do I have in mind? Only revenge…” He shrugged slightly, turning back to hovercraft repairs. “A certain Major has been lying and manipulating other Groznyj staff in an attempt to make my life miserable. He keeps a greenhouse that he is inordinately proud of; as we speak, I am making plans in my head to blow it up over dinner with…”
No, not his unit. The Krasnogorje patrol may have been loosely under his command, and their weapons his inventions, but it seemed strange to call them his. In truth, the Fury belonged more to the flame patrol than the flame patrol to the Fury.
“Comrades.” The cosmonaut concluded, continuing to rummage through the interior of the craft, pleased that taking the vehicle out and shooting it as an experiment had done no real damage. The armor held up just as it should have, there were only a few charred wires from electrical malfunction.
“Death must be extraordinarily boring. What do you do all day? Float around and watch soldiers play slap and tickle in the showers?” He tilted his head, smirking at the mental image. “So if you’re bored, I thought you may enjoy haunting the Major in question. That is, if that sort of thing strikes your fancy.”
Haunting was such a harsh word, it seemed. It conjured images of rattling chains and floating white sheets, and of malevolent will. There was nothing particularly malevolent about the spirit floating near his desk. Really, the Fury thought that the lithe, pale ghost didn’t look that much different than when he was alive…except for the semi transparency and floating.
“I’m curious…very curious about many things.” That was how his mind worked, fascinated by all aspects of science and nature, probably the leading factor of agreeing to participate in a space mission. “What happened? How did you…” The Fury stumbled over the correct words, “end up taking a dirt nap?” Probably not the best phrasing, but he was not known for being overly diplomatic about anything.