Sergeant-Major Adrian Shephard (
hecu_marine) wrote2013-08-22 10:10 am
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The Next Day
It's the day after arriving in the village. The trolls' hunt was successful, the reaction spectacular. Jecinaldo met with each of the Americans separately and then had an extended sit-down with Mari, of which Mari does not particularly intend to speak. Other discussions were had and other things were handled, and ultimately everything was set up to happen the next day.
When you have the better part of a Satere-Mawe village gathered around the town's common meeting area to see five young men pass the ant rite for the twenty-fourth time, there's a certain anticipatory atmosphere to the event. It's only mildly disrupted by the pointing and murmuring caused by two non-Brazilian white people and two Alternian trolls making their way up to the place.
This is gonna get interesting.
When you have the better part of a Satere-Mawe village gathered around the town's common meeting area to see five young men pass the ant rite for the twenty-fourth time, there's a certain anticipatory atmosphere to the event. It's only mildly disrupted by the pointing and murmuring caused by two non-Brazilian white people and two Alternian trolls making their way up to the place.
This is gonna get interesting.
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But there's only so much she can collect samples of, and as interesting as the stories the elders are relating are, there's no way in hell she's going to miss the chance to support Shephard. By "support", of course we mean sit and laugh while he gets the shit stung out of him. She'll keep the sarcastic comments to a minimum, but only because she wouldn't want to disrespect the Mawe or their customs, and the boys who are going through the rite with him deserve her consideration.
Still, she beams a "Good luck" at him. If she were younger (than a very mature thirty years old), she'd be right there beside him. But her hands are too precious to her right now to risk the ill effects of the bullet ant poison.
Let's face it, she's more up for partaking in the local narcotic than any public flagellation.
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So now that it's actually time he's more or less as ready as he's going to get. Predictably, he sticks out like a sore thumb, between being the wrong size, color, age, and so on; somewhat less predictably, he's wearing a pair of denim cutoff shorts, and still has his elbow length black glove on his right arm. Some of the younger men wave in his direction as he steps into the open space and removes his shoes; he waves back.
Mari, for his part, is hanging back with Grace and the trolls. "This should be interesting," he murmurs.
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Which song? It should be noted that she hasn't stopped sniggering since first meeting back up with Shephard and seeing those denim cutoffs. Further clues present themselves when she shouts, "Hey, Shephard! Don't forget to do your little turn on the catwalk."
This may be the only time in history you can see Grace Augustine shake her tush. Unless Shep brings those cutoffs back to the bar with him. Then it will become customary, along with every playing of I'm Too Sexy. Wouldn't Trudy be amused.
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"Ants ain't stupid enough to bite metal, so they made me boots instead."
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He could remark on the college tee she's wearing, but chances are high she'd just ignore him.
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Yes. Fun.
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Sure enough, one of the other village men comes out with a reasonably lap-sized drum for Shephard to work with. Not like he's going to be able to brace it between his knees with the ant boots on, after all.
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"We're Sure You'll Do Wonderfully, Shephard."
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Hey, after they start, he'll probably need something to focus on. The jackass must have silver balls, too.
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He might not have silver balls, but he's got metal in his soul. That ought to count for something.