Kohzek was a difficult negotiator. This was going to be their second meeting with him, and Helen still wasn’t sure if the reaper was trying to bargain for a better deal or if he genuinely did not yet believe that Atreya’s need was as great as she and Roman claimed it to be.
As Helen took her seat next to Roman, she eyed the two servants across from her--one more than she had been expecting. Bartholomew fidgeted in a chair that was too big for him, but the podgy man next to him was not someone Helen recognized. He had not attended their previous meeting.
As usual, Voreese was the first to ask the obvious question. ‘Who’s he?’
Kohzek motioned with a ghostly hand. ‘This is Harper Norez. And his reaper, Darsihm.’
A sudden silence took the room, making Helen glance around. Both Mehlsanz and Voreese were staring at the newly introduced pair.
‘Are you fucking serious?’ said Voreese. ‘This fucking guy is Harper?’
The fucking guy gave a laugh. “I see my reputation precedes me.”
Mehlsanz hovered behind Helen. ‘What is someone like you doing here?’
Helen had to interrupt before she got too far behind. “I apologize for my ignorance, but who is this man?”
‘Harper Norez,’ explained Voreese, ‘is a Lieutenant General. He’s considered one of the strongest thirty-four people in all of the Vanguard.’
“Thirty-eight, now,” Harper corrected. “We’ve expanded a little. All these young guns rising in the ranks, gotta make room for ‘em somewhere.”
Helen took another look at this Harper person.
He was of a darker complexion than most Intarians she’d seen, which perhaps implied that he was also a foreigner. With a round face and a broad nose, messy black hair and a mud brown jacket, he looked rather more like an itinerant worker than some kind of great warrior.
“Darsihm and I are actually here because of you,” he said, pointing at Mehlsanz. “You rustled some jimmies when you deserted your division.”
Roman tensed in his seat. “You’ve come to capture Mehlsanz?”
“Oh, no, no,” said Harper. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m here to ensure that doesn’t happen. So relax.”
“You rustled some jimmies when you deserted your division.”
ReplyDeleteAnd yet his own jimmies seem fairly unrustled.
Most people try not to show their rustled jimmies. 'Tis rather embarrassing, sometimes.
ReplyDeleteWas Harper mentioned before?
ReplyDeleteOne of the strongest 38... That's an odd number to stop on. Makes me wonder just how their army is structured
"he looked rather more" seems slightly redundant, more precisely the 'rather'. And seriously Frost? She 'rustled some jimmies? -__-
ReplyDeleteNot quite a redundancy, because it's not "rather" and "more" which are being used together. It's "rather" and "more like... than..." which are being used together. "Rather" is an intensifier, while "more like... than..." is comparative.
ReplyDeleteIt's true that the sentence would make sense without "rather," but that's not the point. The sentence "He ate a very good sandwich" would also make sense without the "very."
Ultimately, it's just a stylistic thing. I like the way the sentence flows when "rather" is included.
Also, yes. That is how Harper talks.
Ah, thanks about that. I noticed 'rather less' some pages further, and I realized that it indeed was correct, I simply hadn't realized. I'll try and be more accurate next time :/
ReplyDeleteJimmies...
ReplyDeletejim·mies
ˈjimēz/
noun
plural noun: jimmies
tiny multicolored sugar shapes, typically rods and balls, used for decorating cakes, ice cream, and other desserts; sprinkles.
(especially in the US Northeast) chocolate rod-shaped sprinkles.
jim·my
ˈjimē/
noun
plural noun: jimmies
1.
a short crowbar used by a burglar to force open a window or door.
... I don''t see how they could be rustled.
That's probably the number of Vanguardians ranked at or higher than Lt. General/Vice Admiral/Air Marshal.
ReplyDelete...did you not notice forget I'm
ReplyDeleteYes to the first one, but it seems pretty obvious just from those two paragraphs where that number comes from.
ReplyDeleteWere you being sarcastic? I can't tell...
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