Post by Eira on Feb 27, 2017 22:41:23 GMT -5
Eira watches the display before her, bored, confused, but mostly frustrated. The resources refusing amassing fast enough to deploy the manpower she knows she needs. Going up against this particular foe, she needs all the help she can get.
The preternaturally calm voice over her headset does little to alleviate any of this as she watches enemy forces begin to range themselves just beyond her encampment.
“It’s coming.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“You ready?”
“Does it look like it?”
A quiet grunt of amusement greets her words, enemy colors swarming her encampment. Simple gatherers slain, hunters becoming the hunted, even the forest workers falling under the indifferent swords and arrows of the opposing army’s cavalry. Her defenses crumpling under the onslaught, Eira is reduced to watching as her presence in the area gets mowed down like Areas through an all-you-can-eat cheeseburger buffet.
“So, there it was. What did you think?” His voice calm, pleasant, even toned.
It didn’t help.
“I think I’m wondering if we did this JUST so you could show how ably you can kick my ass. I didn’t have a chance, I don’t know this interface -”
A pause, almost as if he hadn't considered she could react this way. “But you’re learning.”
“You only give instruction when I screw up or ask a specific enough question!”
“Yet you’re doing better than you think you are, and if I GIVE you all the answers you aren’t learning, you’re just following directions.”
You know, he’s kind of a dick.
Eira shakes the thought from her head, having no desire to alienate the first mentor she’s ever had who not only seemed to “get” her, but communicates in a way her glitchy brain interently understands.
“You’re inconveniently logical at times. You realize I despise this, yes?”
“It’s relatively indifferent to me if you despise it so long as you’re actually learning. This is part of why I’ve been assigned to you.”
“To piss me off by way of computer games?” She clicks Age of Empires II closed with an irritated sigh. “I cannot fathom why this game exists, let alone how anyone could spend this much time sitting on their ass staring at pixellated people.”
“I’ve been assigned to you owing to your innate natural abilities - but you don’t know strategy.”
Eira takes in a deep breath to defend herself with kneejerk pique, but he cuts in.
“You have excellent instincts, and your mind works in ways that result in unpredictable tactics.”
“Just because they’re unpredictable -”
“It’s a good thing. Your opponent’s inability to map out what you’re going to do next is a bonus. We just need to train up how you build your base.”
She considers this for a moment. “I don’t DO that kind of work. If I go into a situation in advance, that’s either clandestine or I’m the only one going.”
“You don’t do that right NOW. That doesn’t mean you won’t have to. Look at the world stage, Eira, what do you see?”
Eira blinks, a flood of images, news clips, headlines and reblogs assaulting her frontal lobes.
“Destabilization of the American market. Infringments, marginalizations, and outright assault on marginalized demographics. Standing Rock. Shootings. The leaking reactor in Japan. Russia whipping its proverbial dick out and waving it in America’s face… and our nation’s leader is - “
Biting her tongue and clenching her fists, Eira swallows back the slew of unfavorable names and unflattering comparisons to popular orange snack foods.
“Trump.”
“Exactly. You don’t do these things NOW, but you may need to do these things in the future. You need to understand these sorts of tactics, you need to understand what it takes to fuel an action or hold an encampment. I hope you won’t need this information, but if you do -”
“Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it?”
“Exactly.”
The preternaturally calm voice over her headset does little to alleviate any of this as she watches enemy forces begin to range themselves just beyond her encampment.
“It’s coming.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“You ready?”
“Does it look like it?”
A quiet grunt of amusement greets her words, enemy colors swarming her encampment. Simple gatherers slain, hunters becoming the hunted, even the forest workers falling under the indifferent swords and arrows of the opposing army’s cavalry. Her defenses crumpling under the onslaught, Eira is reduced to watching as her presence in the area gets mowed down like Areas through an all-you-can-eat cheeseburger buffet.
“So, there it was. What did you think?” His voice calm, pleasant, even toned.
It didn’t help.
“I think I’m wondering if we did this JUST so you could show how ably you can kick my ass. I didn’t have a chance, I don’t know this interface -”
A pause, almost as if he hadn't considered she could react this way. “But you’re learning.”
“You only give instruction when I screw up or ask a specific enough question!”
“Yet you’re doing better than you think you are, and if I GIVE you all the answers you aren’t learning, you’re just following directions.”
You know, he’s kind of a dick.
Eira shakes the thought from her head, having no desire to alienate the first mentor she’s ever had who not only seemed to “get” her, but communicates in a way her glitchy brain interently understands.
“You’re inconveniently logical at times. You realize I despise this, yes?”
“It’s relatively indifferent to me if you despise it so long as you’re actually learning. This is part of why I’ve been assigned to you.”
“To piss me off by way of computer games?” She clicks Age of Empires II closed with an irritated sigh. “I cannot fathom why this game exists, let alone how anyone could spend this much time sitting on their ass staring at pixellated people.”
“I’ve been assigned to you owing to your innate natural abilities - but you don’t know strategy.”
Eira takes in a deep breath to defend herself with kneejerk pique, but he cuts in.
“You have excellent instincts, and your mind works in ways that result in unpredictable tactics.”
“Just because they’re unpredictable -”
“It’s a good thing. Your opponent’s inability to map out what you’re going to do next is a bonus. We just need to train up how you build your base.”
She considers this for a moment. “I don’t DO that kind of work. If I go into a situation in advance, that’s either clandestine or I’m the only one going.”
“You don’t do that right NOW. That doesn’t mean you won’t have to. Look at the world stage, Eira, what do you see?”
Eira blinks, a flood of images, news clips, headlines and reblogs assaulting her frontal lobes.
“Destabilization of the American market. Infringments, marginalizations, and outright assault on marginalized demographics. Standing Rock. Shootings. The leaking reactor in Japan. Russia whipping its proverbial dick out and waving it in America’s face… and our nation’s leader is - “
Biting her tongue and clenching her fists, Eira swallows back the slew of unfavorable names and unflattering comparisons to popular orange snack foods.
“Trump.”
“Exactly. You don’t do these things NOW, but you may need to do these things in the future. You need to understand these sorts of tactics, you need to understand what it takes to fuel an action or hold an encampment. I hope you won’t need this information, but if you do -”
“Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it?”
“Exactly.”
**Apologies for the short RP. Been a long coupla weeks.**
