Sprite-y Sword Practice

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

From what she's been hearing since she came in, Mouse apparently missed a real good dust-up the other night. Kind of a pity: ever since Ray Tracer got sent out to do some recon on Daemon's forces, she's been restless. A fight would've helped her shake the jaggies out. Well, it might've gotten her in the cells too, and then gotten Dot on her case. So maybe it's just as well that she didn't throw a few punches after all.

At least she can do sword forms outside. And enjoy the moon and stars, things they don't have back in Mainframe. Mouse glides easily across the grass, cutting down imaginary enemies.

She seems to be pretty good at it too. If you tell her so, she will thank you for the compliment and tell you she's even better at cutting down real enemies.

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[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse shrugs. "I dunno, Sugar. The way we were made don't seem t'have much in common with co-processin' by accident, if y'know what I mean." Sprites also don't attach the shades of meaning to the word 'children' that most other forms of life do.

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Strahan actually manages to get what "co-processed" means.

"The gods did not mate with each other to make us," he says as calmly as he can. This is starting to become somewhat unnerving. Which is odd, all things considered. "They created us with whatever they had on hand and put us on the Earth.

So we are their children. In a way."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"I c'n sorta process that," Mouse says, "but sounds like your folks did it on purpose an' they knew where y'were an' all that. Sorry if I seem t'be a little BASIC, here, but as I said, we ain't got gods, I didn't learn about 'em 'till recently, an' they still don't make no sense."