Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk
“The term ‘samurai’ was, for the most part, a that beca part of the standard lexicon. Early vanguards--as they’re appropriately called--were compared to feudal warriors, a new caste of expert combatants against the Antithesis threat.
Soone made the comparison to the ancient samurai, and despite so glaring inconsistencies between the actual samurai and the vanguard (notably, the vanguard don’t answer to any lords or governnt) the term stuck.
Interestingly enough, there are a number of vanguard that gravitate towards a self-image very similar to the pop cultural depictions of actual samurai. From carrying swords, to cultivating a ‘gentleman warrior’ personality, they mimic the legends of the past to further their own image in the present.”
--Lecture on the Cultural History of the Ancient Warrior, Professor Hickn, 2040
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“Hey Rac,” I said as I sat down in the kitchen.
The girl pulled her head out of the fridge, a block of cheese in her mouth, a loaf of bread tucked under her arm, and I think every bottle of condint in the fridge was pressed against her side. “Hmh,” was her reply.
I watched as she navigated over to the table and dumped everything onto it, then returned to the fridge to scavenge out more stuff. “What’cha making?” I asked.
“Sandwich,” she replied, her voice made echoey on account of her being halfway in the fridge.
“Cool,” I said. “Guess I’ll make one too.”
Rac returned with three packages of food, while I found so plates and so knives from one of the drawers. For so reason likely related to the kittens, there were no sharp knives left in any of the drawers, just butter knives.
Rac and I made sandwiches. It was nice.
“The ham’s the best,” Raccoon said between large bites.
I humd. “I like the turkey better,” I replied. We had made a few sandwiches from all the ats available. Real ats too, at least according to what was written on their packages.
“So,” Rac said. She reached over and grabbed a juice box, tore the straw off the back, and jamd it through the top. She slurped loudly before speaking again. “When do you want to leave?”
“You don’t have to,” I said. I shoved the end of my current sandwich down my mouth, then slapped a piece of bread down on my plate and reached over for the tomato paste.
“I’m not going to stick around and be one of your kittens,” Rac said. “I’m my own girl, and I can take care of myself. Also, pass the mayo.”
I passed her the mayo. “That’s alright too. But if you ever need a place to spend the night, then we’re around. And if you’re looking for work...”
“You said that already. What kind of work? All I know how to do is pick up trash.”
“Well, it happens that that’s exactly what the job I’m thinking of needs,” I said.
“What job?”
I looked up as Lucy walked into the kitchen. Her hair was a wet mop above her head, dragged down and looking kind of pitiful. She was in fresh clothes, which is to say torn up cargo pants and a stained t-shirt.
“I’m hiring Rac for a thing. Also, we need to go clothes shopping.”
“We do,” Lucy agreed.
“Later today... maybe?”
She grinned. “If the world doesn’t catch fire between now and then, sure.”
“I’ll tell the world to chill the fuck out for a bit.” I placed so at down, then so slices of cheese which I covered in so brownish sauce that tasted sweet. Then the final bit of bread. “Want half?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” Lucy said. She sat across from , and for a mont there was peaceful quiet as everyone at the kitchen island chowed down. “What are we doing today?” Lucy asked.
“Myalis called so contractors this morning,” I said. “If you want, we can pop over to the museum and we can decide how to lay things out with soone there who, you know, does that kind of stuff.”
“Oh,” Lucy said. “That does sound nice.”
I nodded. “After that. Uh, depends? I have a few calls to make, and so important people to annoy. I think you could co along for so of that, but it’s a little dangerous. I’d rather you were ho.”
Lucy stared, one eyebrow rising.
“Not because I don’t think you could help, I just don’t want you to get hurt, and you don’t have armour like I do, or Myalis. And you can watch over the kittens, uh,” I said. I had the distinct impression that Lucy was letting talk more so that I could dig myself deeper than to actually hear what I had to say.
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She grinned. “You’re lucky that you’re so cute,” she said.
“What’s that an?”
Lucy shook her head. “I can co back here before you go and get all dangered up.”
I nodded. “Cool.” We finished up, and then I went over to our bedroom to grab sothing to wear. I couldn’t go out in nothing but a t-shirt if I wanted to be taken seriously.
I slid on my under armour after giving it a sniff--still clean enough--then stared at my armour in the shower.
It was a little bulky for everyday wear, I figured. Instead I tossed on my long trench coat and put on so of my slightly older gear. I wouldn’t be as bulletproof, but we were literally just going to et so people here and there. Nothing dangerous. And if it ca to that, I could just buy more armour on the fly.
Probably one of the reasons samurai were so damned dangerous themselves.
I returned to the main room of the penthouse to find most of the kittens making an absolute ss of everything in the na of breakfast. Rac looked deeply uncomfortable as she guarded her sandwich from the others.
“You leaving again?” Junior asked.
I reached over and ruffled her hair for the split second it took her to smack my hand away. “Yep. And I’m taking Lucy and Rac with .”
“‘Kay,” Junior said. “So I’m in charge.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Seniority,” Junior said.
“I’m older than you!” Daniel called out from next to the stove. I suspected he was trying to make scrambled eggs.
Junior scoffed. “I’ve been an orphan longer.”
“That’s not a proper way to asure ti,” Daniel said. “Nor is it how anyone should elect a temporary leader.”
“I don’t know, ti since parental demise sounds like a better system than so of the ways politicians get elected,” I said.
One of my cat chas walked into the room. “There have, historically, been stranger thods to elect a leader,” Myalis said through the cha.
I snapped my fingers. “That’s it. Junior, you’re in charge while we’re gone. Myalis is your lieutenant.”
“Cool,” Junior said. “Can I buy weapons and shit?”
“Wait, what?” Daniel asked. “Are you serious?”
“Do you want to babysit?” I asked him.
He froze for a mont until his eggs started to hiss in the pan. “I retract my objections,” he said.
“You ready?” Lucy asked. She was waiting by the door, a knowing smile in place and her hand on the handle. She seed eager to get going, and I didn’t have any good reason to slow her down.
“Yeah,” I said before adjusting my coat with one hand. The other was busy holding onto the sheath of my sword.
Rac and I followed Lucy out into the corridor, the girl next to still stuffing her pockets full of packaged at and so stuff she’d swiped from the pantry.
“Why do you have a sword?” Lucy asked.
“Because it’s cool,” I said. “Besides, I don’t want to leave this thing with the kittens.”
“Okay, but it’s a sword. You have guns. You have railguns, even. And a rocket launcher,” Lucy pointed out.
“And now I have a sword,” I said.
Lucy stared at it, then back up to . “You need a belt for that,” she said. “Or at least sothing to hold it. You can’t walk around with a sword in hand all day.”
“I an, I can, it would just be really inconvenient.”
“Why a sword anyway?” Lucy asked.
“I dunno, but I like it? It looks cool.”
Lucy slid her arm around mine and held on close. “So it makes you feel powerful? Like a giant phallic symbol, then?”
“It’s not like that,” I said.
“Oh Cat, maybe later we can play with your sword together,” Lucy murmured next to my ear.
I felt my cheeks warming. “I said it’s not like that.”
“Sounds like it’s like that,” Rac said.
“Shush you. No mocking my sword.”
“I’d never,” Lucy said. “Don’t worry, I’m sure your sword is a lot more impressive than most other swords. It certainly looks a lot bigger.”
“Damnit Lucy.”
“It’s one of those Japanese looking ones,” Rac said. “So it’s probably not good for thrusting.”
“I hate both of you.”
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