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[3 hours. Done with the heavy lifting.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path of the remaining students. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. " Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were heading out the door, so I ran to catch up."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance."
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"Well, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus..."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. I still had no idea what had happened to alienate Twyla, for instance.
But I didn't need another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth, maybe?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the idea of love as something to be shared as widely as possible.
Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth. Things had worked out well when Amaranth first pushed for me to go out with Ian, but I would rather she preserved her record there than pushed her luck again..
That was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option... but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful lesson on situational alertness.
Looking out, I figured out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills dotted with drainage ditches, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... and I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar, but now I recognized the others. I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
They were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling off pranks that required things like penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on getting around the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Dwarves didn't leave a lot to chance when it came to protecting their property.
Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
For that reason alone I didn't want to get involved in their business. If I tried to warn them off... well, the guys in the group had made it pretty clear that they saw me as just another monster to be slain if I was in their way, and even their supposed cleric of peace hadn't offered much of an apology over that. I hoped they didn't try anything with the sword, but that was all I could really do.
I hoped nobody else tried anything with the sword, either. I doubted Andersen's questions would slip Professor Stone's mind if something happened to it.
Still, it was possible that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
I did my best to put them out of my mind while I found my way out of the design center. This was easier than it might have been, as I had Twyla and Nicki to fill it up with.
Was it really worth working things out with Twyla, if she was determined to be angry? Outside of this one class, there was no reason we had to see each other. One more person in the world who didn't like me didn't exactly change anything.
But even if I hadn't had much direct experience with her, she'd always seemed sort of decent compared to the girls she got thrown in with during our freshman year. Being on her bad side felt a bit like a missed opportunity.
And Nicki... I had no clue what she wanted from me. When I went back over our conversation, it kind of seemed like she thought I was basically campus-famous and wanted to hang out with me. Was I completely full of myself for feeling that way? The alternative was that she was, you know, into me... and I honestly felt like that was more arrogant than thinking I had enough notoriety to chase. I just didn't see myself as that attractive.
Amaranth would be quick to point out that no one is actually "that attractive" so much as being attractive to a given person. I could sort of buy that, if only because it seemed a more likely explanation for how I'd ended up with three lovers and a number of people who'd otherwise expressed interest in me when I thought I was fairly plain.
But even operating under that theory, it was still surprising when someone found me in particular attractive...
Of course, attraction could mean a lot of things. Maybe seeing me around campus while hearing whatever rumors she'd heard was part of why Nicki was interested in me. It could also be mostly curiosity. I might have invited Twyla to a dance or to go see some presentation if I thought it was a chance to find out more about what was bothering her... that is, if I had the social skills of someone like Nicki and I thought there was a chance in hell that Twyla wanted anything to do with me.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day... with occasional cameos by the delvers. Unfortunately, all of that meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
To say that I got my ass handed to me would be putting it likely, and ignoring the many other useful and important parts of my body that underwent similar transactions.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said to me afterwards. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget about any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards for the performance"
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though... constraints breed creativity, right? Right. Seriously, though. Get with the program and stick with it. You've impressed me so far, but then you've impressed me before. Doing a big impressive thing every once in a while is only impressive once in a while. If you can't go the distance then you need to go home."
A lot of times it was easy for me to be frustrated with Coach Callahan, but this time I knew she was right... that, of course, only made it more frustrating.
[2.5 hours. Getting a later start than I expected, but no problems finishing this one today.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path of the remaining students. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. " Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were heading out the door, so I ran to catch up."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance."
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"Well, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus..."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. I still had no idea what had happened to alienate Twyla, for instance.
But I didn't need another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth, maybe?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the idea of love as something to be shared as widely as possible.
Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth. Things had worked out well when Amaranth first pushed for me to go out with Ian, but I would rather she preserved her record there than pushed her luck again..
That was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option... but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful lesson on situational alertness.
Looking out, I figured out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills dotted with drainage ditches, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... and I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar, but now I recognized the others. I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
They were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling off pranks that required things like penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on getting around the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Dwarves didn't leave a lot to chance when it came to protecting their property.
Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
For that reason alone I didn't want to get involved in their business. If I tried to warn them off... well, the guys in the group had made it pretty clear that they saw me as just another monster to be slain if I was in their way, and even their supposed cleric of peace hadn't offered much of an apology over that. I hoped they didn't try anything with the sword, but that was all I could really do.
I hoped nobody else tried anything with the sword, either. I doubted Andersen's questions would slip Professor Stone's mind if something happened to it.
Still, it was possible that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
I did my best to put them out of my mind while I found my way out of the design center. This was easier than it might have been, as I had Twyla and Nicki to fill it up with.
Was it really worth working things out with Twyla, if she was determined to be angry? Outside of this one class, there was no reason we had to see each other. One more person in the world who didn't like me didn't exactly change anything.
But even if I hadn't had much direct experience with her, she'd always seemed sort of decent compared to the girls she got thrown in with during our freshman year. Being on her bad side felt a bit like a missed opportunity.
And Nicki... I had no clue what she wanted from me. When I went back over our conversation, it kind of seemed like she thought I was basically campus-famous and wanted to hang out with me. Was I completely full of myself for feeling that way? The alternative was that she was, you know, into me... and I honestly felt like that was more arrogant than thinking I had enough notoriety to chase.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[2 hours. Definitely slowing down... about time to stop for the day.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful pratfall.
Looking out, I sorted out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... when I saw the others, I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar but I recognized the others: they were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling pranks that required penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on penetrating the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
Still, it seemed more likely that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[1.5 hours. Rolling pretty well.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful pratfall.
Looking out, I sorted out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... when I saw the others, I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar but I recognized the others: they were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
I'm not great with faces, but you tend to remember people who put arrows into your shoulder and then threaten to leave you for dead.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[1 hour. Part with Nicki's about done, though maybe needing a little more work.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[First half hour. Some of this carries over from writing last week, though I had to tweak it a little bit to fit the way the last chapter ended... originally the conversation with Nicki and Mackenzie was going to be part of the last chapter, but I hit a certain point and realized the best breaking point was just before it began.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Great! So I'll see you then, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity."
2:00-2:30 - ~600 (+400)
3:00-3:30 - ~950 (+350)
4:30-5:00 - ~1350 (+400)
5:30-6:00 - ~1600 (+250)
9/13/2011
5:00-5:30 - ~2000 (+400)
5:30-6:00 - ~2300 (+300)
[3 hours. Done with the heavy lifting.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path of the remaining students. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. " Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were heading out the door, so I ran to catch up."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance."
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"Well, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus..."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. I still had no idea what had happened to alienate Twyla, for instance.
But I didn't need another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth, maybe?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the idea of love as something to be shared as widely as possible.
Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth. Things had worked out well when Amaranth first pushed for me to go out with Ian, but I would rather she preserved her record there than pushed her luck again..
That was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option... but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful lesson on situational alertness.
Looking out, I figured out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills dotted with drainage ditches, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... and I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar, but now I recognized the others. I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
They were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling off pranks that required things like penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on getting around the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Dwarves didn't leave a lot to chance when it came to protecting their property.
Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
For that reason alone I didn't want to get involved in their business. If I tried to warn them off... well, the guys in the group had made it pretty clear that they saw me as just another monster to be slain if I was in their way, and even their supposed cleric of peace hadn't offered much of an apology over that. I hoped they didn't try anything with the sword, but that was all I could really do.
I hoped nobody else tried anything with the sword, either. I doubted Andersen's questions would slip Professor Stone's mind if something happened to it.
Still, it was possible that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
I did my best to put them out of my mind while I found my way out of the design center. This was easier than it might have been, as I had Twyla and Nicki to fill it up with.
Was it really worth working things out with Twyla, if she was determined to be angry? Outside of this one class, there was no reason we had to see each other. One more person in the world who didn't like me didn't exactly change anything.
But even if I hadn't had much direct experience with her, she'd always seemed sort of decent compared to the girls she got thrown in with during our freshman year. Being on her bad side felt a bit like a missed opportunity.
And Nicki... I had no clue what she wanted from me. When I went back over our conversation, it kind of seemed like she thought I was basically campus-famous and wanted to hang out with me. Was I completely full of myself for feeling that way? The alternative was that she was, you know, into me... and I honestly felt like that was more arrogant than thinking I had enough notoriety to chase. I just didn't see myself as that attractive.
Amaranth would be quick to point out that no one is actually "that attractive" so much as being attractive to a given person. I could sort of buy that, if only because it seemed a more likely explanation for how I'd ended up with three lovers and a number of people who'd otherwise expressed interest in me when I thought I was fairly plain.
But even operating under that theory, it was still surprising when someone found me in particular attractive...
Of course, attraction could mean a lot of things. Maybe seeing me around campus while hearing whatever rumors she'd heard was part of why Nicki was interested in me. It could also be mostly curiosity. I might have invited Twyla to a dance or to go see some presentation if I thought it was a chance to find out more about what was bothering her... that is, if I had the social skills of someone like Nicki and I thought there was a chance in hell that Twyla wanted anything to do with me.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day... with occasional cameos by the delvers. Unfortunately, all of that meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
To say that I got my ass handed to me would be putting it likely, and ignoring the many other useful and important parts of my body that underwent similar transactions.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said to me afterwards. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget about any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards for the performance"
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though... constraints breed creativity, right? Right. Seriously, though. Get with the program and stick with it. You've impressed me so far, but then you've impressed me before. Doing a big impressive thing every once in a while is only impressive once in a while. If you can't go the distance then you need to go home."
A lot of times it was easy for me to be frustrated with Coach Callahan, but this time I knew she was right... that, of course, only made it more frustrating.
[2.5 hours. Getting a later start than I expected, but no problems finishing this one today.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path of the remaining students. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. " Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were heading out the door, so I ran to catch up."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance."
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"Well, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus..."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. I still had no idea what had happened to alienate Twyla, for instance.
But I didn't need another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth, maybe?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the idea of love as something to be shared as widely as possible.
Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth. Things had worked out well when Amaranth first pushed for me to go out with Ian, but I would rather she preserved her record there than pushed her luck again..
That was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option... but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful lesson on situational alertness.
Looking out, I figured out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills dotted with drainage ditches, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... and I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar, but now I recognized the others. I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
They were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling off pranks that required things like penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on getting around the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Dwarves didn't leave a lot to chance when it came to protecting their property.
Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
For that reason alone I didn't want to get involved in their business. If I tried to warn them off... well, the guys in the group had made it pretty clear that they saw me as just another monster to be slain if I was in their way, and even their supposed cleric of peace hadn't offered much of an apology over that. I hoped they didn't try anything with the sword, but that was all I could really do.
I hoped nobody else tried anything with the sword, either. I doubted Andersen's questions would slip Professor Stone's mind if something happened to it.
Still, it was possible that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
I did my best to put them out of my mind while I found my way out of the design center. This was easier than it might have been, as I had Twyla and Nicki to fill it up with.
Was it really worth working things out with Twyla, if she was determined to be angry? Outside of this one class, there was no reason we had to see each other. One more person in the world who didn't like me didn't exactly change anything.
But even if I hadn't had much direct experience with her, she'd always seemed sort of decent compared to the girls she got thrown in with during our freshman year. Being on her bad side felt a bit like a missed opportunity.
And Nicki... I had no clue what she wanted from me. When I went back over our conversation, it kind of seemed like she thought I was basically campus-famous and wanted to hang out with me. Was I completely full of myself for feeling that way? The alternative was that she was, you know, into me... and I honestly felt like that was more arrogant than thinking I had enough notoriety to chase.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[2 hours. Definitely slowing down... about time to stop for the day.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful pratfall.
Looking out, I sorted out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... when I saw the others, I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar but I recognized the others: they were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
I'm not great with faces, but even I tend to remember people who put arrows into my shoulder and then threaten to leave me for dead.
So Andersen probably had been asking about the sword for reasons related to a delving class. I couldn't imagine a Glamour & Design student minoring in Delving & Discovery, or vice-versa... but maybe with the school's new hazard course requirements, she hadn't had a choice.
I also couldn't imagine exactly what they were up to. Delving students were pretty infamous as a group for pulling pranks that required penetrating into secure areas or scaling buildings, and also infamous for figuring out how to get course credit for their shenanigans. A persistent rumor that floated around the ethernet and attached itself to any school with a big delving program was that students who managed to steal the answer key to a particular final were the only ones who got an A.
But stealing a sword that belonged to dwarves... even if they planned on giving it back, or even if they just planned on penetrating the security and then leaving proof that they could have taken it... the chances seemed high that they'd die in the attempt. Granted, not every delving major made it to graduation, and this particular group had demonstrated some seriously skewed priorities in the past.
Still, it seemed more likely that the information was for something other than a "practical" assignment... maybe they had to outline the steps they would take to liberate something like the sword, or describe some obstacles that might be encountered in an old dwarven fortress.
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[1.5 hours. Rolling pretty well.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
On the other hand, I couldn't deny there was something attractive about having someone willing to take me by the hand... that was why it was so tempting to defer to Amaranth. I wasn't bothered by Nicki "steering" me so much as I was trying to be aware if it approached a line, much less crossed it. It was like I'd said to Ian earlier: consent made all the difference in the world.
Lost in my thoughts over Nicki, I completely forgot about Twyla until it was too late to have any choice of finding her. In fact, I ended up getting more lost than ever before in the design center's loopy hallways... it was only when I glanced out a bubble-shaped window and saw with some confusion that I was apparently on the second floor that I realized I'd been wandering aimlessly.
I hadn't even realized that the building had a second floor, and it was hard for me to imagine being so distracted that I walked up a flight of stairs without noticing. At least not successfully... my wandering mind had conspired with many a staircase to deliver a painful pratfall.
Looking out, I sorted out the truth of the matter pretty quickly. The campus grounds were mostly rolling hills, because we were in the Enias River valley system. At the front of the design center, the floor I'd come in on was ground level. At the back, the ground sloped away down towards the trees. A back entrance would have to go into the basement, or maybe the back end was just built up on supports... but probably there was a rear entrance, because I could see a little footpath and there were some students hanging out down there. Probably it provided an easier place for smokers to take a break... they weren't supposed to smoke by the doorways, but I couldn't see anyone using that entrance for anything else.
Though none of the people I saw seemed to be smoking. There were three guys and two girls. One of them was the pigtailed Ms. Andersen... when I saw the others, I still didn't know why she'd seemed so familiar but I recognized the others: they were the delving students who I'd encountered after being accidentally teleported into the school's labyrinth a year ago.
I'm not great with faces, but you tend to remember people who put arrows into your shoulder and then threaten to leave you for dead.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[1 hour. Part with Nicki's about done, though maybe needing a little more work.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Okay... so I'll see you at the dance, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social life.
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination, but then, she did seem to be up on the latest rumors concerning my love life.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
If we were going to date, then there would probably need to be multiple conversations with Amaranth... between her and Nicki, her and me, and the three of us. Possibly Ian, too, though he'd never minded the idea of me having multiple girlfriends, once he got used to the idea of Steff being a girlfriend. Steff and I were a lot more casual.
Not that I would expect Amaranth to have a problem with the idea, either... she was pretty enthusiastic about the sharing of love as widely as possible. Which meant that if Nicki did want to pursue me, she'd find an ally in Amaranth.
Which was why I decided the best thing to do was to step up and handle this myself. Deferring to Amaranth was an attractive option, but it meant deferring to Amaranth.
"I'd rather you were talking to me, actually," I said.
"Great!" she said. "Then I'll talk to you Saturday."
She bounced away before I could say anything, leaving me to wonder again how I'd walked into it.
It would be her own fault if she ended up disappointed, I told myself... and almost believed it. I liked Nicki okay, so far. She was friendly and she seemed cool. But she also seemed to be very forward... not even really overbearing, just a lot more outgoing than I was. I'd had very mixed results when it came to people like that and my boundaries. Some of them were just outgoing and forward and didn't realize how easy it was to run roughshod over someone who wasn't, and others... well, others not only knew how easy it was, they had counted on it.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity, right?"
[First half hour. Some of this carries over from writing last week, though I had to tweak it a little bit to fit the way the last chapter ended... originally the conversation with Nicki and Mackenzie was going to be part of the last chapter, but I hit a certain point and realized the best breaking point was just before it began.]
Nicki hit me so hard that we both fell over... being demon-strong and invulnerable didn't make me any heavier or more stable than any other girl my size. There was a brief bottleneck at the door until we each sort of scuttled sideways out of the path. She got to her feet first, then hurried out to help me up.
"Sorry," I said. "Are you okay?
"Yeah, it's my fault," she said. "I was hoping to talk to you more after class, and you didn't seem to be in any real hurry to leave so I was waiting for the crowd to thin out... but then I looked up and you were gone."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"You say that like it's some kind of a shock," she said. "I wanted to ask if you're going to the dance on Saturday?"
"Where is it, the pent?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to any notices about dances... my record with them was kind of mixed... but open air dances seemed like a pretty regular thing at the start of the year.
"Yeah," she said. "Saturday. My friend Tasha is flipping crystals for it. Well, she's helping. It's her new job."
"Maybe I'll check it out," I said. I was trying to be non-committal, but as I said it sounded to me like I was trying to be cool. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet..."
"I know you have a girlfriend," she said, and that was the first time it occurred to me that maybe she'd been flirting with me, or at least sizing me up for flirtation.
"Uh, I have two, actually," I said.
"Yeah, see, I thought it was open," she said.
"I guess," I said. "I mean, we have other partners... and Amaranth is pretty much, you know... really open. But I'm not really looking to date anyone else."
"I'm not looking for a date," she said. "But... I wouldn't mind a dance. Or if you're not into dancing, there's this traveling dragon show doing a presentation out on west campus."
"I'm actually more into dancing than dragons," I said.
"Great! So I'll see you then, then?"
It felt a little like I'd walked into that. It wasn't the worst thing that I'd ever walked into, but I wasn't at all sure that it was where I wanted to be. Nicki seemed friendly, and I could always use another friend... particularly considering how easily I seemed to make enemies. What I didn't need was another complication in my social
"I... I'll have to talk to Amaranth first," I said. "To see if we're doing anything."
Her eyes flickered down just a bit. It might have been random, but in my mind she was checking my neck for a collar. Probably that was my imagination.
"Should I be talking to Amaranth?" she asked, grinning.
[]
My head was awash with a swirling sea of Nicki and Twyla all through the rest of the day, which unfortunately meant that I wasn't exactly at my peak during my daily combat class.
"That was absolutely disgraceful," Coach Callahan said. "If you come in here with a performance like that again, not only can you forget any chance of making an A, but I will have sex with everyone you love. I will record it, post echoes on the ethernet, and win several hardcore amateur awards."
"I... what?"
"I've been asked to cut down on threats of bodily harm while the school's under consideration for some grant or lawsuit or other damned thing," she said. "That's okay, though. Constraints breed creativity."