goddess to lie to.
“Liberty this
is Bea, as I am sure you already know, but I thought I
should introduce you formally. Bea this is Liberty.” Honour said
with some grandeur.
Liberty looked
lively once Bea offered her a hand to shake. Liberty like Glory was
not a cheek-kisser, it made them both feel awkward, and that was
one of the major bonds that cemented their friendship.
“How do you do?
It is a pleasure. I trust that you’ve settled in to your new room.”
Liberty said.
“Yes, thank
you. So Liberty how long have you been a Valkyrie in the 401
for?”
“Too long, I
joined just before the Wars of The Roses. That was my first
assignment actually. How’s your first day going?”
“Not bad.
Valhalla was pretty cool.”
“Lovely.”
“We bumped in
to Astrid.” Honour said.
“I really
loathe her. Is she still awful? She was a chocolate teapot during
The Battle of Britain. Has her arse got lardy from sitting on it?”
Liberty asked.
“No, it was
peachy enough to take a bite from.” Honour grinned wickedly.
“I can see the
juice running down your chin.” Bea said.
“Ha well, yes.
Lib before you go and get changed for Valhalla could you please
have a look at my section of the plan for the Second Korean War?
I’ve tried to not angle it as a war of ideology but a war for
resources but it’s a logistical nightmare. It’s pretty tricky
stuff.” Honour said setting her laptop up on the table.
“Sure, no
problem.” Liberty began to read over some power point slides on the
laptop “I like how you’ve got China over a barrel like that,
screwing their banks over is the most efficient way to provoke them
into conflict. Have you liaised with any of the Shinto gods over
Stage Four? They’ll need to be informed of Japanese involvement;
they can get a little shirty otherwise. I’ve already dropped Ares a
little FYI email and he’s looking forward to bringing in the US at
Stage Six. Otherwise it looks grand. I’m happy for it to go to
Glory. What level of casualties are you projecting?”
“Pretty
sizable, it should carry us over for a good three decades. I’m
predicting around 1.9m.” Honour said.
“Currently it’s
running at 1,943,214. Not too far off there kid, good work. Bea
this is a good case study for you to get to grips with how we
work.” Liberty said with an approving nod.
“Perfect,
thanks.” Bea said.
Honour sat down
at the table having noticed a spelling mistake on one of the slides
and began editing the war plan as Liberty led Bea upstairs, the
pair chatting on the way.
“That’s
alright. I’ll take you through a full breakdown of processes at
some point. In the meantime have your parents sent your luggage
yet? You can’t go to Valhalla dressed like that.” Liberty said as
she glanced over Bea’s outfit.
“No not yet. My
mum’s kind of busy.”
“Not to worry,
you can borrow something of mine. We’re about the same size.
Whereabouts does your mum live again?” Liberty had noticed the
microsecond of well hidden pain on Bea’s face at the second mention
of her mother.
“She’s a water
nymph, so you know, in a lake.”
“And your dad,
what about him?”
“I don’t really
know him. He’s a bit of a scumbag; you know what they’re like: shag
and run.” Bea shrugged.
“Yeah, I know
the type. An Olympian?”
“Yup.” Bea said
indifferently. The two girls had reached Liberty’s room and Liberty
gestured at Bea to take a seat on the chaise longue near the
window.
“Never mind,
you’re a Valkyrie now. On that note Valhalla has a strict dress
code, nothing above the knee; it’s for your own protection really.
Odin gets touchy feely sometimes, although the impetus on Valkyries
to change how they dress rather than have Odin change his behaviour
is really weird when you think about it. I once clocked him in the
face with a foldable chair when he got a bit too handsy. That was
quite a nice deterrent for three years.” Liberty went over to her
wardrobe and
“Liberty this
is Bea, as I am sure you already know, but I thought I
should introduce you formally. Bea this is Liberty.” Honour said
with some grandeur.
Liberty looked
lively once Bea offered her a hand to shake. Liberty like Glory was
not a cheek-kisser, it made them both feel awkward, and that was
one of the major bonds that cemented their friendship.
“How do you do?
It is a pleasure. I trust that you’ve settled in to your new room.”
Liberty said.
“Yes, thank
you. So Liberty how long have you been a Valkyrie in the 401
for?”
“Too long, I
joined just before the Wars of The Roses. That was my first
assignment actually. How’s your first day going?”
“Not bad.
Valhalla was pretty cool.”
“Lovely.”
“We bumped in
to Astrid.” Honour said.
“I really
loathe her. Is she still awful? She was a chocolate teapot during
The Battle of Britain. Has her arse got lardy from sitting on it?”
Liberty asked.
“No, it was
peachy enough to take a bite from.” Honour grinned wickedly.
“I can see the
juice running down your chin.” Bea said.
“Ha well, yes.
Lib before you go and get changed for Valhalla could you please
have a look at my section of the plan for the Second Korean War?
I’ve tried to not angle it as a war of ideology but a war for
resources but it’s a logistical nightmare. It’s pretty tricky
stuff.” Honour said setting her laptop up on the table.
“Sure, no
problem.” Liberty began to read over some power point slides on the
laptop “I like how you’ve got China over a barrel like that,
screwing their banks over is the most efficient way to provoke them
into conflict. Have you liaised with any of the Shinto gods over
Stage Four? They’ll need to be informed of Japanese involvement;
they can get a little shirty otherwise. I’ve already dropped Ares a
little FYI email and he’s looking forward to bringing in the US at
Stage Six. Otherwise it looks grand. I’m happy for it to go to
Glory. What level of casualties are you projecting?”
“Pretty
sizable, it should carry us over for a good three decades. I’m
predicting around 1.9m.” Honour said.
“Currently it’s
running at 1,943,214. Not too far off there kid, good work. Bea
this is a good case study for you to get to grips with how we
work.” Liberty said with an approving nod.
“Perfect,
thanks.” Bea said.
Honour sat down
at the table having noticed a spelling mistake on one of the slides
and began editing the war plan as Liberty led Bea upstairs, the
pair chatting on the way.
“That’s
alright. I’ll take you through a full breakdown of processes at
some point. In the meantime have your parents sent your luggage
yet? You can’t go to Valhalla dressed like that.” Liberty said as
she glanced over Bea’s outfit.
“No not yet. My
mum’s kind of busy.”
“Not to worry,
you can borrow something of mine. We’re about the same size.
Whereabouts does your mum live again?” Liberty had noticed the
microsecond of well hidden pain on Bea’s face at the second mention
of her mother.
“She’s a water
nymph, so you know, in a lake.”
“And your dad,
what about him?”
“I don’t really
know him. He’s a bit of a scumbag; you know what they’re like: shag
and run.” Bea shrugged.
“Yeah, I know
the type. An Olympian?”
“Yup.” Bea said
indifferently. The two girls had reached Liberty’s room and Liberty
gestured at Bea to take a seat on the chaise longue near the
window.
“Never mind,
you’re a Valkyrie now. On that note Valhalla has a strict dress
code, nothing above the knee; it’s for your own protection really.
Odin gets touchy feely sometimes, although the impetus on Valkyries
to change how they dress rather than have Odin change his behaviour
is really weird when you think about it. I once clocked him in the
face with a foldable chair when he got a bit too handsy. That was
quite a nice deterrent for three years.” Liberty went over to her
wardrobe and
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