Tabitha's telling tale Part 2

Tabitha

"Some here already had encounters with either my family members here or others from my . . ."

Later. . .

"Wha?" John Conners muttered blankly, blinking owlishly at my sister after finally managing to close his mouth that I believe he’d let drop open in shock.

"Sister Yukido," I sigh, shaking my head softly in consternation. "While I do appreciate your endeavor of trying to ‘rope me into the fun’ as it were is appreciated but . . .I do not believe that the proper term in what you are after is ‘double dating’ rather than . . .a ‘threesome’."

"What’s a threesome here?" Lucy Pevensie asks her brother, looking confused. The eldest brother looks rather embarrassed and mutters something about her needing to ask (carefully) the adults what that meant. He did not want to ". . ..poke that hornet’s nest himself right now, thanks."

How odd, this is nothing at all like what I had expected when we had asked the Pevensie children to show us their rooms. We had done that to spare them the sight of how the Terminator will prove to those adults present (namely the White Witch) of his cybernetic nature, really. Has a lot to do with the very thing that had been something of the reason why she had been having problems understanding Sister Yukido’s explanations about who she was and such.

Turns out she had some knowledge of "cybernetics" and of "the school of magery called ‘Science’" --of how I do not yet know since we have not gotten to that part yet) Myself and my sisters have been . . .desensitized to blood and gore through various means (I inherited mine through Yukido’s memories), but I rather doubt the children would wish to see the Terminator use a knife to cut into his own flesh (and then rip away the offending skin) to show the metallic endoskeleton within.

This turn of events was not expected, though.

"You have just got to be kidding!" Lilith mutters in disgust to herself while shaking her head in slow amazement over what she’s witnessing here.

What? Did Yukido inadvertently trespass on some social custom for "dating" she unknowingly violated here in her efforts to "cheer me up"? What custom would that be? Looking over the memories I have gained from here on such matters are sketchy at best, but in the reference material she had previewed in passing (left on the train one time on her way to NERV) seemed to suggest that such an arrangement was MOST welcome by the male teenage segment of the human race, at least that age group anyway.

Must be a "Westerner thing" then? Maybe I should have sister Rei explain things to them if the children’s parents cannot not be reached to save time and garner good will and . . .

I know nuffink! Nuffink!! Rei nearly shouts back my way, mentally when I send that request her way, suddenly being faced with an image of an overweight German soldier shouting that very thing.

. . .

Something to do with a television comedy show from the United States a few decades before Second Impact who’s storyline took place during World War 2 in Nazi Germany in some prisoner of war camp. Some show called Hogan’s Heroes. . ..

Sounds interesting and kind of fits since we DO happen to be on an Earth where WWII DOES happen to be in progress.

. . .

Well, technically we’re in a house which currently is between the ticks of the clock (all thanks to Aslan) so we can properly answer questions from various people from Ainran, UNIT, and such. But still, you must get the point, eh?

. . .

What? You did not realize that Aslan had twisted time and space around this house? Really? Then why would such high ranking UNIT officers be able to go so long without contacting their chain of command without causing all sorts of concern while we are puttering about and being somewhat tart with how we go about answering questions, eh?

Meh, not like it’s any kind of effort on Aslan’s part. Even IF he’s not really the Christian Almighty, his semi-divine status means he’s able to do most miraculous things!

Well, back to our story!

"Eh," Reika coughs, clearly trying not to laugh at the still stunned expression John Conner has upon his face. "You would need one more boy to make the second set for it to BE a double date, understand?"

"Oh," I blink. Guess that means I still have much yet to learn of proper colloquial phraseology to better blend in with casual conversation. Alas, due to my sister’s rather unorthodox upbringing her vocabulary (and mine as well having inherited it through her generous donation of her memory implants) is rather . . .bookish at best, both in English as well as Japanese!

"Wh-OH!" Conners finally blinked, something finally clicking within when what we had been discussing right in front of him. "You’re asking me out on a date and not. . . ? Oh okay!"

"Really?"

"Cool," John continued, smiling to himself at this latest unexpected turn of events, his teenage hormones getting the better of him. "First my own Terminator and now a hot anime babe is lining up to date me!"

Well, later I shall have to say I DO hope that John Conner would have approached "dating" my sister (who’d had nothing but the best intentions in trying to break me "out of my funk" over my former love/husband Adam) with much better care and foresight than he had initially with the Terminator! Before going off to win the freedom of his mother from her unjust incarceration within an insane asylum in Southern California, John’s frivolousness nearly ended the lives of two young men who had gotten on his bad side after he had rather callously brushed them off when he had called for their help.

. . .

Just like the movie character that a certain Austrian weight lifter turned actor, the "real" Terminator’s purpose is to seek out and terminate the enemies of it’s creator: Skynet. This of course means Terminators are built to terminate human beings, to not mince words!

Later I shall remember watching the movie, "Terminator 2" with my new sisters and recall that most telling scene. On the video screen, I saw it.

It’s night in the big city and a young man with a history (and a destiny) has just gotten into something of an argument with a machine intelligence who has a knack. . .for violence. But in this case the Terminator (for that is the machine intelligence in question) hasn’t gotten violent yet, but still!

The young man known as John Conner sure did not like getting grabbed by the Terminator during their argument over what course of action should be taken regarding John’s mother fate when (not IF) a certain more advance machine intelligence/creature (the polymorphic creature known as the T-1000) will be if nothing was done. After yelling for assistance to some nearby teenage boys who apparently were into high school sports (read "jocks"). . ..

"Let go of me!!" shouted Conner, after finding that pounding on the Terminator with his own flesh and blood hands proved futile. Imagine his surprise John felt when, to his surprise, the Terminator's hand opened so fast John fell right on his butt!

"Oww!" He shouted as he looked up at the open hand. "Why'd you do that?"

"You told me to" the machine assassin stated, looking down.

Yep! The reply was short and to the point, so very much the Terminator’s style!

Gapping in a somewhat unbecoming manner, John found himself staring stares at him in amazement as he realized...

"You have to do what I say?!" John Conner, future military genius and savior of the human race blurted out, most surprised.

"That is one of my mission parameters" the cyborg stated, just like a person discussing the weather.

"Prove it...," John said, testing. "Stand on one foot."

Terminator expressionlessly lifted one leg in obedience which caused John to grin in response. . .

Yep, he’d been the first kid on his block who had his own Terminator!

. . .

Problem was that you remember those jocks? Well, they’d heard John’s cry for help and did GO to help, with visions of being heroes and such.

. . .

Let us just say that John learned really quickly to not treat owning his own Terminator lightly when the jocks turned out to be less than thrilled that John blew them off after they’d tried to help. He learned that the Terminator is called a "Terminator" for a reason! The jocks nearly got murdered. He was the first boy on his block to have a Terminator, but alas a Terminator is not a toy.

Not a doll (or an action figure since we’re talking about a BOY here). . .

And my dear sister Yukido’s not a doll either, to use for his amusements with no concern for her feeling!

But . . .that worry never really came up in the end after what happened next!

Yukido

I find myself MOST delighted that by all appearance the boy I found desirable to 'close' 'relationship' via a method of direct physical interaction through socio-cultural bonding methodology. (i.e. 'dating'), I find myself in a quandary over something here.

Now, mind you I am still VERY new to what ordinary people call interpersonal relationships and such, but I found myself VERY tempted from what I have heard from my sisters on this matter. Of course I wished to try my hand at it because . . .loneliness is not something I desire to be if I can avoid it. Having friends and family (actual FAMILY!) that cares for me beyond what utility I can afford them is . . .beyond measure. However, this "dating" boys sounds nice and I DO like what I can see it could lead to eventually by what I see in the bond that Fred and Sister Rei share as husband and wife.

No time like the present and nothing lost by trying, eh? Even IF I did manage to somewhat startle my sisters when I attempted it.

And as I said earlier I am most pleased at John Conner’s positive reaction to my efforts, despite the admittedly rather awkward phrasing I found myself hobbled with in doing it, something I blame on the rather unorthodox upbringing I had until this moment in time at NERV. However, I am curious about something here.

"You are saying that I appear to have a fever?" I ask, looking into John Conner’s eyes on confusion. Surely that was NOT what John meant for why would anyone (not without a mental disease) find another desirable due to sickness? I acknowledge the oddity of my world being mirrored in a popular (albeit controversial) Japanese anime, but still!...

"He means he finds you physically attractive Tabitha," Reika chuckles slightly and answering right before Conner can answer after blinking in surprise at my misunderstanding. "’Hot’ in this case is a slang term for being either VERY handsome or beautiful and desirable."

"Really?!" I blink, looking now most eagerly towards Conner and almost holding my breath in hope. I . . .never really considered myself "desirable" or "beautiful", considering how my appearance always was so far off the benchmark set as seen in various advertisements and other articles in popular media that young teenage boys usually peruse. Did he really?...

"Well yeah, I mean who would’n . . .erph!!!" Conner had been trying to say, only to be interrupted by the fact that my lips are now suddenly getting in the way of whatever else he may say. That and the happiness I feel at this MOST unexpected compliment from this young man I cannot but help empathically share with him.

. . .

Then whatever I may have been planning on saying after my kiss--the first is always considered . . .almost sacred from what I have heard in the "research material" I had previewed in order to better "fit in" in public school before the Commander told me that such things were not important to "my purpose"—when I feel a jolt go through myself and . . .John.

. . .

And pretty much stop caring anything any more about how I must appear to the children and their precious bedroom. . .

Instead, with my eyes still closed I find my first kiss deepening into something much more as I open my mouth and my tongue . . .

And my soul touches his and . . .

So . . .good . . .

Oh God, feels soooo GOOD!!

Meanwhile, back in the other room with the adults. . .

Rei

. . .

Must be quiet the sight by the way everyone is now staring at me (including even the Terminator) because of how I look right now, what with the feathers of my wings bristling right good and all that right now, getting what I've just been told by my sisters in the other room.

You're kidding me.

Oh you have just GOT to be bloody #$%%# kidding me!!

Going back to magically cleaning up the mess that the Terminator made (blood being so bloody and all that and tending to get so easily soaked into things like carpets and such), I then with exaggerated care turn back to Sidaj.

"Does that suffice for proof?" I deadpan, picking up that rather gory mass of skin that the Terminator went and ripped off himself just seconds ago.

Looking a bit ill but not to the point of being in the danger of loosing her last meal, the White Witch nods silently. She then blinks again, rather taken aback as I take said ripped flesh and using a (powerful) healing spell to bind flesh back to metallic bone and hydraulic tendon.

I am SO glad that nobody here is wanting to ask how come a mage should be able to perform magicks usually only allowed those affiliated to a certain brand found in temples, churchs, or other religious sites. Namely, magics only those of the clergy would be able to cast.

While fascinating and controversial in it’s history, that particular tale from Terra Prime (and perhaps other parallel versions of Terra), I really don’t feel like getting sidetracked just because some sod who played AD&D as a child is getting their nose out of joint over such matters.

MOVING ON!!

"You can look now Professor," I call over to Professor Kirke, who’d been facing away to not have to witness the bloodly business we’d just gone (and I’ve now cleaned up good as new).

Those of UNIT look like they’d been taken aback a bit themselves but . . .being soldiers and all meant that they’d have more of a chance of NOT being violently ill. I do not know whetehr or not if the Professor had ever seen death and blood (he might have been a soldier sometime off screen between books in the Chronicles of Narnia), but to force him to witness such matters before lunch caught me to be nothing but . . .unforgivably rude. Much the same for why I had been all for the children let out for a bit there, you know!

"This . . .is nothing like what I was expecting to day," the White Witch muttered softly to herself. "I mean I thought that cybernetics and cyborgs HAD to be towering monstrousities disguised as robots aimed at fighting . . . . I mean it was almost a law from those scryings I have done!"

OKAY, we’ve just gotten a few more questions I want to ask her now. What with Aslan having insisted she be allowed into this conference before out final Quest briefing by Aslan here and such; had to do with my old life (that and my sisters), he’d stated.

THIS I’ve just GOT to hear!

1. "My Queen, arrre you well?"the ebony gryphoness queries, concerned over how utterly lost the White Witch has been of recent.

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