- Running on Adrenaline and Sheer Willpower.
- Trying to Stay Sane in an Insane World.
- Why Should Time Have Wings and Not I?
- Born in Wrong Comic Book Universe
"This doesn't look easy. But I bet it is!"
"Optimism through stalwart skepticism is a defect not everyone is lucky enough to be cursed with."
Day 5, later that day:
It has been a few hours since Maxana and Casimir began their personal foreign language course. The holographic images of the casually dressed man and woman hover harmlessly in the center of the bedroom. "Okay students, let us work on something a wee bit more advance," the man says. "Repeat after me: Il est trois heures" The words 'The time is three o'clock' float across the ceiling as Maxana repeats what he said.
"Il est trois heures.....Il est trois heures....Il est trois heures... okay, I think I got it. The time is three o'clock, Il est trois heures."
She taps that into her tablet and sighs. "There is so much th remember."
He'd downloaded a french holobook and was reading ahead when he could... He'd already made it about a halfway through the holobook, and was more than a little pleased at the rate he'd managed to pick it up.
So when the holographic man says 'repeat after me.' He replies, slightly annoyed, with; "Oui, oui, il est trois heures. Pouvons-nous nous déplacer sur?"
Looking at Max he smiles. "It is a lot to take in. I think we're doing good though."
"Oui, nous faisons très bien, l'amour," she says, not at all like a native speaker. She had been using her internal bioelectric conversion to boost her mental speed, so that she could pick this up a little more quickly. It works, she can remember a lot more much more quickly, but it only lasts a minute or so.
After another hour of basic sayings, the woman speaks up this time. "Okay, mes amis, see if you can follow this one: "Mes amis et moi souvent prendre le train après-midi pour regarder le match de football." Fortunately, the translation, 'My friends and I frequently catch the train to watch the football match' scrolls across the ceiling, as well as the French saying above it.
After struggling with it a few times, Maxana flaps triumphantly when she finally gets it. "I think...in a few more weeks, we may be able to hold an entire conversation in French."
.. Well, he'd at least learned a lot in the time they'd been studying. Still didn't change the fact that he was bored. So very, very bored. But what was this, it seems the lady hologram wanted him to repeat something a little more complex.. Which would have been nice two hours ago, when he was still starting the holobook.
He mutters something under his breath before responding to the hologram with; "Je vais vous battre avec un ballon de football, madame." When Max gets it he smiles. She was picking it up much faster than he'd thought she would. Which was leagues better than not at all..
He scoffed playfully, and takes on a French accent. "We don't have weeks, mon amour." Twirling an invisible mustache, he proceeds to tickle her.
~Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long, year, stole many a man's soul and faith.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste.
I made Miburo cry on his birthday.
Reached Demon-God Status
My Cat Is Afraid of the Vacuum Cleaner
She moves to sit on her bed, and motions for him to do the same.
"We still have time before anything really happens, so here's your chance. To ask me about the things you feel I keep from you that is, though if you change mind about other things- and I know you won't- that's on the table too."
"By the way, I think we can celebrate my birthday now. What was that surprise you had for me?"