Here's Part 1
The Akantor comes crashing back down its tusks scraping on the enclosure wall as it glares into Ferras eyes.
Here's Part 1
The Akantor comes crashing back down its tusks scraping on the enclosure wall as it glares into Ferras eyes.
(Yeah, that's right. I assume its hours later)
Regina looks up from her book as she lays on the day bed. She looks at me with bewilderment. "What...what in the world is he talking about? GREAT grandmother? I'm not even a grandmother!" She snaps her book shut. "Just what is he implying, Thomas??"
I sight and sit, taking off my boots. "Um, well...It's probably nothing. Just Rep being Rep." My mind races, trying to think of a way to explain. I won't lie to my wife, but do I lay it all out and stir up the maelstrom that I know is going to happen?
"All right..." she says, laying down her book. "But, EXACTLY what does that mean?" She gives me the look. THE look. "Thomas, what did he show you? You look...puzzled. What's going on?"
I set my boots to the side and take off my shirt. I decide to take the plunge.
"Rep copied you and the girls' rune core and other runic stuff and did a science to it and renamed it a beast core and now he's made Golems that use it." I hang my shirt. "So he's probably alluding to the fact that there are Reptile Kingdom Golems that use your - "
"He...copied us?" She asks.
"Well, yes. Somehow. He insists it wasn't invasive..."
"He copied us." Her brow lowers.
"Your rune core specifications. Yes."
"Without us knowing."
"...Um, ahem. Yes."
She pauses for a long moment, her expression remaining the same. I think that's the end of it until she sits back down on the bed.
"Well, that's twice today. First Feli, and now this."
"...This...what, honey?" I ask cautiously.
"Maybe it's because we're Golems. I don't know. But people seem to think that they can do whatever they want and we don't care."
I scratch the back of my head. "Well, technically speaking, Gods can do whatever they want. But I don't think he meant any harm. He just wanted some research material for his project."
She scowls. "Oh, well I'm glad he found us to be suitable material!"
"Come on, that's not what I meant!"
"God or not, I still wish he would have asked." She lays down on the bed and turns over. "But I guess it doesn't matter."
I sit down on the edge of the bed. "Well, it matters to ME. Come on, hon. We're on vacation. Let's not worry about this right now. We're here to have fun and eat all day and watch the girls have the time of their lives. We can worry about this later." I lay down behind her and begin to snuggle up.
"And maybe he's given us this vacation because he feels bad for copying us."
"Um, well, I don't know about that. I kind of doubt it, actually, but I don't care."
"You're...not worried?" She asks.
"I'm more worried about the fact that I've started spooning my gorgeous wife and she hasn't jumped on me like a starving Jinko."
In the blink of an eye she is on top of me, kissing me passionately. She pulls back, leaning close. "I think I've got one over on a Jinko."
"Is that so?" I chuckle. "Why's that?"
"I've got you, don't I?" She leans in again. "Now let's see just how much of a Jinko I can be..."
(Oh,ho! Setting up the Tiger-mom with that last bit?? Sneaky...)
(Yep...I'm working up to it.)
(Dammit Doc, the MechBeasts are not copies of your family! Anyways, if all the loose ends are taken care of, I'd say the first day of the vacation can be brought to a close.)
(Oh I know. I'm just putting it in terms I think she'll understand for some potential humor in misunderstanding, not thinking of what I'm saying. I was going to play off of the whole grandparent thing somehow for some jabs at her age and if she ever came into contact with the dinobots. And yeah we can close ot out, I'll just say the girls were successful in creating Auroras clothing.)
(Please tell me we're continuing though...)
(Oh yes we're continuing)
(Alright, I have three mamono and a place of interest to have done by Halloween, plus work. So I'm going to put this on Hiatus until after Halloween. Once we get through that, I'll start the Ibrahim Family Vacation Part 3: Return of teh Luls
(Too many lulz not enough space!)