4th Mission [action/video]

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno is in the Mansion (with the Electro-Mag Rod). Bored, and a little annoyed, she has begun to systematically wreck everything that can be easily damaged. Walls have been dented and cracked, furniture has been tasered, the cushions of the beautiful couches have been torn open, their insides strewn about, and curtains are burning in the fireplace.

Just look at that poor piano. The state of the kitchen--! And the tea strewn everywhere. It's as if Reno is engaged in a destructiveness contest with the storm. Maybe she is.

In any case, she's feeling more cheerful now. Getting in on the action, the Vine elects to display this elegant picture of the Turk engaged in her work.]

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She turns toward her with a grin.] Having a little fun.

What are you doing?

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

[What she's doing is standing in the doorway crossing her arms and glowering, apparently.]

Someone might have wanted to use that piano, you know.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Too bad for them, I guess. [Reno reaches down and picks up a piano wire, then winds it around her hand.]

Pretty easy to kill someone with one of these.

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope you are not planning on doing that, for your next trick.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Nah, nobody here worth killing. [She has no intention of killing anyone anyway, but it's funnier to put it that way.] Just pianos. And throw rugs. I can't stand throw rugs.

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

Oh? What have throw rugs ever done to you?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Dunno, nothing really. But they're pretty useless, aren't they? [She smirks, not being serious at all, still playing with the wire from the piano.]

What's your name, kid?

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

They serve an aesthetic purpose, but not much more than that, I suppose.

I'm Athena — and how old are you, exactly?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Right. Aesthetic purpose. Same as useless.

[She shrugs.] I don't know how old I am, exactly. Twenty-something.

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

A trifle young, then, to be referring to anyone over the age of eighteen as "kid".

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Are you serious? That's just something I say.

I'm guessing that you haven't gotten laid here yet, am I right?

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

I do apologize for not magically divining that you didn't intend to be patronizing.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Now I know you ain't getting any.

Ha ha, you need to relax, kid. [Reno? Patronizing? Never.]

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

Of course, because people with active sex lives never take offense at anything. That makes sense.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know, people say stuff like that to mean somebody's not any fun.

Thanks for proving my point, baby. [She winks.]

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

I know what it means, thank you. I simply think it's a rather silly expression. People place such undue emphasis on... oh, why am I even bothering?