http://sonofmogh.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sonofmogh.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-07-29 09:45 am
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Gym: Tuesday Morning

After waking up early for a five mile run through the Preserve, Worf spent an unusual amount of time having small furry creatures attack him from above.

While he found them to be of no consequence to deal with, Worf thought it would be better to continue his exercise routine indoors in order to eliminate any more interference with his routine.

Which is why anyone entering the room would find the Klingon practicing his mok'bara forms.

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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-29 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Humiliation how?" It wasn't a subject he was unfamiliar with; it was a bully's strategy, to do it simply for humiliation's sake.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-29 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Worf had been a cat. Somehow, that should have shocked him more than it did. This island was already getting to him: maybe that had been the point. Maybe they were just setting him up to expect the unexpectable all over again.

But that wasn't the most important part-- and now he was thinking of the girl at lunch. Temari. "You're planning on being a warrior."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-29 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A Klingon. So maybe the flash of something he'd caught off Worf's forehead was-- he looked back. Hm. "And you're a Klingon?" He rolled the unfamiliar word around in his mouth.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-29 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't."

He wondered if all Klingons were as thoughtlessly enthusiastic in the way Worf was; he wondered what Klingons were at all.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-29 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
So another species. Worf didn't remind him of the buggers in the slightest. He looked too human, even with his funny forehead, and he talked that way too, even if his sentences had a different rhythm to them, a different slang than what he'd encountered here before.

Honour and combat, though, reminded him of Bonzo. It was a reminder he didn't need. "Good luck with that," he said. "Finding honor in combat."
endsthegame: (knows the game)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You can be honorable about combat," he replied, thinking of Carn Carnby, "But there's nothing honorable in it." If you fought to win, you couldn't fight with honor, and if you fought with honor--

It made him think of Bonzo too much, and he had to close his eyes for the images. "It's just the first thing we learned." Or otherwise, we'd all be dead, and the tigers would rule the Earth.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which means you lost the battle," Ender pointed out, keeping his voice under some measure of control. He shouldn't be agitating the other like this, but on the other hand, his naivety was getting on Ender's nerves. If his friends had been soldiers who looked like children, then Worf was a child who looked like a soldier. "There's no honor in that, either. You're just dead."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"And what help is your commitment to your people if you're dead?" Ender asked. He was a little bit annoyed, but it just came out as level. He should be deflecting this-- Worf was straying to areas he didn't want to talk about again. "I've played games." Which weren't games.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ender's head tilted at Worf. The pointless bravado had been irritating him before, but that irritation had gone with the wind at that particular outburst, supplaced fully with a dull kind of apathy. "And how many times have you faced battle?" he asked, his voice muted, his gaze steady. "How many times have you pulled off a strike where everyone else depended on you?"
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Prepare all you want," Ender said. That made sense, then. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone." And that was the truth.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"You define being a Klingon by your ability to fight," he said, with a shake of his head, "So it sounds like you understand as little as I do about them."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to fight you." This had been what he hadn't wanted-- he should have put his annoyance aside. "But you were making assumptions."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2008-07-30 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were making assumptions about me," he clarified, "And about what it's like to be in battle. A lot of the time, it's not worth it."

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