"I'm more used to reality then you, mate. I'm a little more tied to it than you." Niesa continued to talk aimlessly, things about wedding dresses and huge guest lists and all the things she didn't have when she and Trent had gone through all this the first time. Her last dress had cost $45 and had been part of a maternity range, this time she was going to wear Vivienne Westwood and toast her own wedding. She seemed in a thorough state of bliss as she discussed it until Dead Wife popped in for another reality check. Niesa shifted uncomfortably and dropped the arrow back in with the others, she had never taken the time to talk to Ed at all about his wife and now that she was older, she realised this was both selfish and a shame. Chevonne had probably been brilliant, Niesa probably would have loved her as she loved all impossible and brave women who could possibly fill the desperate Matriarch shaped hole in her heart. She had nothing to say so she whimpered out the pathetic response of;
"Trent doesn't sleep anymore, either. I wake up and he's not there, he's in the lab. He pretends to fall asleep for me....then comes back and pretends to wake up." Feeling awkward at having admitting that, Niesa muttered, "It's..yeah. Something..."
Honestly, honestly what would her life had been like if she had gone with Ed? She couldn't even conjure a picture. Niesa wondered if he could, she contemplated looking...What was his telepathy like, these days?
"A bit different to me? Relationship?" She turned and gave him an incredulous look, "You were boning her, too? Man, you really are shameless." She snorted, "I ain't nothing like none of 'em..." She started off on a sentence she would regret for the rest of time but at the moment was too peeved to contemplate, "Unlike the rest of those wanna-be's, it wasn't just about the shit you can do, I actually like you. You know, as a person..." A loaded word if ever there was one, "...You make me laugh, that's why I liked you, not because you can pull your pelvis out...And regardless of your frankly predatory state as my teacher." When Ed admitted that he didn't remember her daughter's name Niesa gave him an extremely filthy look at fell in to that familiar sulky silence. She remembered Fluffy the Drainpipe Layers name. Who calls a kid Chase anyway? Wait, was that his name? Fuck irony. It didnt matter, Ed had like a gazillion children last time she checked. And one cute little brother, perhaps she ought to look him up...
Niesa gave a yelp as she was quite literally thrown from the sand and on to the road. She landed with a roll and a badly scraped up arm and hauled herself to her feet. Feeling the usual whaddafuck sensation sink in Niesa's eyes flicked from left to right just to take in everything she was seeing. It was fun being on her own, it really was, she liked doing whatever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to, being her own teacher but she didn't get to see shit like that before...Let alone have a shouting fit with it. It occured to her that she had handled her education in a backwards order; she had found herself many great and wonderful teachers and she had bolstered her knowledge outside of lore, too by attending Trent's lectures of physics, then there was biology, geography and a grand total of 12 languages. Nothing about squids though. Nothing about squids, fucking huge squids. Bollocks.
How would she handle this if she was on her own? Niesa drummbed her head but came up a stunned, shellshocked 17 year old again. What would she do it she was on her own? Mouth off probably. Or put boot to ass. Little bit of both.
With a whine and a click Niesa detached her bow from the electromagnetic coupling on her back. A flick of her wrist and the compound bow popped open, wheels span and tightened the string, a little lazy-slack like she liked it. She set a warded arrow to her string, that which Trent had called a Psychological Shunt, it was a means of forcefully dragging an astral form from someones body, thus leaving the body helpless. One thing Niesa had learned was that most creatures of a degree of consciousness, human and substantially more, were capable of projection and so capable of being Shunted.
Niesa aimed this arrow straight at the head of whatever-the-fuck stood in the ocean, she took a deep breath and gobbed off because it was all else she had left for now: "OI!" What now? She stumbled for a moment and gave her usual schpeil, "I am Niesa Smyth, Clan-mother of the Sisterhood of Skin, Fist of the Human Construct, Steel Hammer of Heodenings, Amazon Child. The Meandering Footsteps of Vishnu!" (That was her favourite of many collected names. It was the connotation, her tendancy to idly step in to destruction. Or benevolence, depending on who you asked.) "And I am telling you to---Just---Just fucking stop it, will you! Christ Almighty!"