You Makimonster!

An Old Conversation

therapestove:

Disbelief; “You call yourself human?” he murmured, wrinkled brow creasing fitfully – he’d never seen anything quite the same – but harrumphed and began fiddling with his handheld… whatever it was, with its bright (blinking) lights and whimsical chirping like he’d stuffed a damn bird in there. “Yes, the scans show nothing abnormal. However-” he hobbled closer on his cane, staring intently at the device as if willing the data to change.

“You want to run the tests again?” The old scientist mumbled something unkind at the interruption, absently rubbing at his cane with a thumb. “Yes, well. Inaccuracies in data are fairly commonplace-” again. “Fifteen consecutive times? Do not spew your drivel at me, Mordecai. I will not be so lenient as my predecessors.”

He could swear the man’s gaze was hard enough to crack a diamond, absurd as the notion was – is. Best to stop beating around the bush anyway, the normal fields would probably falter and this wasn’t worth a ring. Inquisitor really was quite dangerous in the right hands; no one had known how dangerous until it served Justice.

A-hem. “As you wish; youth these days, so impetuous.” Setting the scanner down on a countertop, he brushed off his withered hands and turned around to continue. “In truth, what perturbs me is your frightening ability in battle – it is strictly impossible for the human body to perform on such levels with any amount of regularity. Your continuing to do so regardless is a most fascinating phenomenon, ah-” quick glance to the side “I didn’t catch your name.”

“And you never will, sir.”

(so this is an old bit of writing from many years ago, concerning the above character interacting with one of those old scientist types. Posted on urging from makimonstrous)