Civilian Life [Part 2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: “Most of the paperwork has gone through now,” Frankenstein said, “so I wanted to ask you a few questions to make sure you know what to do in certain situations if or when they arise.”
Notes: Extended scene.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 655
Total word count: 1,005
Status: Work in progress
“Ah, M-21 there you are.”
M-21 looked away from his tea, Frankenstein entering the living room, Frankenstein already waving a hand to stop M-21 from standing to attention before he could start. He…was getting used to Frankenstein not wanting him to do that, but it was strange, M-21 waiting for when Frankenstein changed his mind.
“Most of the paperwork has gone through now,” Frankenstein said, sitting on the chair next to the sofa, “so I wanted to ask you a few questions to make sure you know what to do in certain situations if or when they arise.”
M-21 straightened, his attention snapping to Frankenstein. A test. “Fine.”
“So,” Frankenstein said, lightly pressing the tips of his fingers together, “you spot two children fighting each other — what do you do?”
M-21 smirked. An easy question. “Watch.”
Frankenstein stilled, sucking in a short breath. Shit, wrong answer?
“Ah, M-21,” Frankenstein said after a pause, his voice softer. Not one trying to mask anger, but M-21 hadn’t been around Frankenstein long enough to know the warning signs yet. “Remember what your job is here?”
M-21 frowned, his thoughts racing, but he couldn’t see the connection. “I’m security; I protect them from outside forces. Whatever the fuck they do between themselves is none of my business.”
“Hm.” Still a wrong answer. Shit. What was he supposed to do then? What was Frankenstein going to do to him? “What did the Union security do if a fight broke out?”
M-21 snorted. “Watched and took bets who’d win.” He grimaced. “They learned quickly not to bet on us, tsk.” He and M-24 went down too fast to make it interesting.
“Oh.” Frankenstein’s voice was even softer, and he was studying M-21, making the hairs at the back of his neck prickle. He’d fucked up before even starting the job.
“Well…” Frankenstein cleared his throat. “Here, we protect the children from outside forces and from each other.” That…made no sense. Why? “So if a fight breaks out, please stop them. How would you do that?”
Another easy question. …But he’d thought that before. He watched Frankenstein, trying to gauge what the scientist wanted. How was he supposed to protect the children if they were the ones hurting each other?
“M-21, please tell me the solution that first came to mind.”
He’d taken too fucking long deliberating, the scientist reading him too well. His answer was wrong, but he’d been given an order and couldn’t think of anything else. “Beat them both up.” That way, they’d learn not to fight while he was there.
The scientist’s face tightened for a second and M-21 fought to calm his heart, his hands clenching into fists. Wrong. Another wrong answer. He’d fucked everything up.
“Don’t… Don’t do that,” the scientist said. Then what was he supposed- “If you catch students fighting, separate them and bring them to me. I will deal with them.”
It’d be better if they got beat up rather than being seen to by a scientist -it’d be less long lasting damage in comparison- but M-21 nodded anyway. Their fault for getting caught.
The scientist nodded, standing up. “I’ll write up some guidelines — I should be done in an hour or so.”
M-21 watched him, waiting.
The scientist blinked back and him and fuck, what the fuck was he doing, being so fucking obvious. “Do you have a question?”
“No,” M-21 said, turning back to his tea before he gave himself away again. Because there was no fucking way he was going to ask about his punishment if the scientist wasn’t bringing it up.
“Then I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Yeah.” Hopefully by then he would have calmed down enough to remember how he was supposed to act around scientists. He wasn’t in the Union anymore. This place had different rules he had to learn quickly and he’d save himself from getting into shit if he didn’t lower his guard again.
Summary: “Most of the paperwork has gone through now,” Frankenstein said, “so I wanted to ask you a few questions to make sure you know what to do in certain situations if or when they arise.”
Notes: Extended scene.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 655
Total word count: 1,005
Status: Work in progress
“Ah, M-21 there you are.”
M-21 looked away from his tea, Frankenstein entering the living room, Frankenstein already waving a hand to stop M-21 from standing to attention before he could start. He…was getting used to Frankenstein not wanting him to do that, but it was strange, M-21 waiting for when Frankenstein changed his mind.
“Most of the paperwork has gone through now,” Frankenstein said, sitting on the chair next to the sofa, “so I wanted to ask you a few questions to make sure you know what to do in certain situations if or when they arise.”
M-21 straightened, his attention snapping to Frankenstein. A test. “Fine.”
“So,” Frankenstein said, lightly pressing the tips of his fingers together, “you spot two children fighting each other — what do you do?”
M-21 smirked. An easy question. “Watch.”
Frankenstein stilled, sucking in a short breath. Shit, wrong answer?
“Ah, M-21,” Frankenstein said after a pause, his voice softer. Not one trying to mask anger, but M-21 hadn’t been around Frankenstein long enough to know the warning signs yet. “Remember what your job is here?”
M-21 frowned, his thoughts racing, but he couldn’t see the connection. “I’m security; I protect them from outside forces. Whatever the fuck they do between themselves is none of my business.”
“Hm.” Still a wrong answer. Shit. What was he supposed to do then? What was Frankenstein going to do to him? “What did the Union security do if a fight broke out?”
M-21 snorted. “Watched and took bets who’d win.” He grimaced. “They learned quickly not to bet on us, tsk.” He and M-24 went down too fast to make it interesting.
“Oh.” Frankenstein’s voice was even softer, and he was studying M-21, making the hairs at the back of his neck prickle. He’d fucked up before even starting the job.
“Well…” Frankenstein cleared his throat. “Here, we protect the children from outside forces and from each other.” That…made no sense. Why? “So if a fight breaks out, please stop them. How would you do that?”
Another easy question. …But he’d thought that before. He watched Frankenstein, trying to gauge what the scientist wanted. How was he supposed to protect the children if they were the ones hurting each other?
“M-21, please tell me the solution that first came to mind.”
He’d taken too fucking long deliberating, the scientist reading him too well. His answer was wrong, but he’d been given an order and couldn’t think of anything else. “Beat them both up.” That way, they’d learn not to fight while he was there.
The scientist’s face tightened for a second and M-21 fought to calm his heart, his hands clenching into fists. Wrong. Another wrong answer. He’d fucked everything up.
“Don’t… Don’t do that,” the scientist said. Then what was he supposed- “If you catch students fighting, separate them and bring them to me. I will deal with them.”
It’d be better if they got beat up rather than being seen to by a scientist -it’d be less long lasting damage in comparison- but M-21 nodded anyway. Their fault for getting caught.
The scientist nodded, standing up. “I’ll write up some guidelines — I should be done in an hour or so.”
M-21 watched him, waiting.
The scientist blinked back and him and fuck, what the fuck was he doing, being so fucking obvious. “Do you have a question?”
“No,” M-21 said, turning back to his tea before he gave himself away again. Because there was no fucking way he was going to ask about his punishment if the scientist wasn’t bringing it up.
“Then I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Yeah.” Hopefully by then he would have calmed down enough to remember how he was supposed to act around scientists. He wasn’t in the Union anymore. This place had different rules he had to learn quickly and he’d save himself from getting into shit if he didn’t lower his guard again.