Genesis 020
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Title~ Boobs
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Yep, they're mine. Want 'em?
Notes~ Genesis, 020. Only 486 words, but screw that =P I can't believe I've never written anything with my pikemen =0
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“Inel! Quael!”
Inel lowered his spear and turned to his fellow pikeman, eyebrows raised in question. Anganur’s outburst had drawn the attention of the other two guys in the archery range too, but the pikeman didn’t seem to notice.
“We’ve got boobs on our team!”
Inel blinked and rested the end of his spear on the ground, then shook his head abruptly when his colleague chose to grin broadly rather than elaborate. “What in Lin’s sweet name are you on about?”
“Found out from Rumal. Hasn’t anyone told you yet? That Nimay chick got in! We have boobs on our team!”
Inel shook his head again, laughing good-humouredly as he took aim at the target at the other end of the archery range. “What, you reckon you’ve got a chance?”
Anganur rested against one of the posts holding up the small veranda and folded his arms. “You never know,” he said, his mouth parting in a crooked grin.
Inel leant back and threw the spear forwards with a grunt of effort, then made his way down the range to yank it out of the target. “Guess you’ll also know, then, that those boobs are only fifteen years old,” he said, his grin mirroring Anganur’s.
The pikeman’s face fell and his shoulders slouched. “You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not,” Inel said, giving his friend a falsely sympathetic grin. “Found out from Ulkar.”
“Aeia damn it, I thought I had something going there… Wait, fifteen?”
Inel shrugged and rested his spear back on the dusty red earth. “That’s what Ulkar told me.”
“I knew she was young, but I was thinking maybe twenty, twenty-one. Fifteen though? Does she even have boobs yet?”
“Are you quite sure you’re married?” Inel asked with a grin.
One of the other men in the archery range—a blue-shirted archer—piped up, thinking he could enter the pikemen’s conversation. “Is this Nimay? I trained with her!”
Both pikemen glanced over at the archer. “Yeah, and we’ll be going on Own missions with her,” Anganur said flatly, “Sweep the desert.”
Inel observed blandly as other army guys, mostly archers, began filtering back into the range now that the excitement of the Own battle had finished. It wasn’t long before the targets were all occupied once more.
“I’ve lost my target,” he noted, “Aeia-damned purple shirts.”
Anganur rearranged himself against the pole with exaggerated casualness. “We could take the opportunity to go welcome our newest recruit,” he mused, “Majesty’s probably doing the formal welcome right now.”
Inel nodded slowly. “Swordies’ll kill us.”
“Oh come on, you think Nol’s going to leave it to the swordies to welcome her? And he’ll drag the other three blue shirts along… It’d look weird if we weren’t there.”
“Right, that’s sold me,” Inel said matter-of-factly, then replaced his spear in the allotted spot under the veranda. “Sunset says she’s completely flat.”
Anganur grinned broadly. “Oh, you’re on, quael.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Yep, they're mine. Want 'em?
Notes~ Genesis, 020. Only 486 words, but screw that =P I can't believe I've never written anything with my pikemen =0
“Inel! Quael!”
Inel lowered his spear and turned to his fellow pikeman, eyebrows raised in question. Anganur’s outburst had drawn the attention of the other two guys in the archery range too, but the pikeman didn’t seem to notice.
“We’ve got boobs on our team!”
Inel blinked and rested the end of his spear on the ground, then shook his head abruptly when his colleague chose to grin broadly rather than elaborate. “What in Lin’s sweet name are you on about?”
“Found out from Rumal. Hasn’t anyone told you yet? That Nimay chick got in! We have boobs on our team!”
Inel shook his head again, laughing good-humouredly as he took aim at the target at the other end of the archery range. “What, you reckon you’ve got a chance?”
Anganur rested against one of the posts holding up the small veranda and folded his arms. “You never know,” he said, his mouth parting in a crooked grin.
Inel leant back and threw the spear forwards with a grunt of effort, then made his way down the range to yank it out of the target. “Guess you’ll also know, then, that those boobs are only fifteen years old,” he said, his grin mirroring Anganur’s.
The pikeman’s face fell and his shoulders slouched. “You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not,” Inel said, giving his friend a falsely sympathetic grin. “Found out from Ulkar.”
“Aeia damn it, I thought I had something going there… Wait, fifteen?”
Inel shrugged and rested his spear back on the dusty red earth. “That’s what Ulkar told me.”
“I knew she was young, but I was thinking maybe twenty, twenty-one. Fifteen though? Does she even have boobs yet?”
“Are you quite sure you’re married?” Inel asked with a grin.
One of the other men in the archery range—a blue-shirted archer—piped up, thinking he could enter the pikemen’s conversation. “Is this Nimay? I trained with her!”
Both pikemen glanced over at the archer. “Yeah, and we’ll be going on Own missions with her,” Anganur said flatly, “Sweep the desert.”
Inel observed blandly as other army guys, mostly archers, began filtering back into the range now that the excitement of the Own battle had finished. It wasn’t long before the targets were all occupied once more.
“I’ve lost my target,” he noted, “Aeia-damned purple shirts.”
Anganur rearranged himself against the pole with exaggerated casualness. “We could take the opportunity to go welcome our newest recruit,” he mused, “Majesty’s probably doing the formal welcome right now.”
Inel nodded slowly. “Swordies’ll kill us.”
“Oh come on, you think Nol’s going to leave it to the swordies to welcome her? And he’ll drag the other three blue shirts along… It’d look weird if we weren’t there.”
“Right, that’s sold me,” Inel said matter-of-factly, then replaced his spear in the allotted spot under the veranda. “Sunset says she’s completely flat.”
Anganur grinned broadly. “Oh, you’re on, quael.”
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:48 am (UTC)