Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards: Ferengi Teeth
Anton Richards
((Level - 3, Kaelith’s Caverns, Central Subterranean Excavation, Marohu III))
Richards: Yup, simple as that.
Anton stood in front of the pair of statues, looking at the miniature version of himself holding the ice-cream, the child looked content. Anton motioned towards Nilsen.
Nilsen: So…just think it? Like with my mind palace stuff ::beat:: okay, I get it now.
Anton gave him a reassuring nod.
Nilsen: Hey, kiddo.
He watched as Nilsen thought for a moment before looking towards the statue. Before anything happened Anton swore that he saw a smirk come across Lhandon’s face and following shortly afterwards just as the ice-cream had happened with Anton, the little statue version of Nilsen has morphed in a blur and soon reappeared in front of them, holding some sort of odd shaped ball.
Anton nodded towards Nilsen. He had done it and before he could get his words of congratulations out Anton noticed the child's face. Unlike the happy ice-cream eating version of Anton, little Nilsen had a very definitive frown.
Anton went to speak up once more, and just like last time before Anton could say anything, the child’s somewhat subtle discontent turned into a very unsubtle and high pitched scream, a scream so powerful that it sent Nilsen flying backwards a decent distance and Anton rushed over towards him, the last thing they needed was to get injured down here.
The little Nilsen statue returned to its previous ball lacking stature.
Nilsen: Ow! ::standing up:: What gives? I love rugby!
Richards: You okay? You gotta pick something fun, like ice-cream remember?
Anton gestured back towards his statue whilst helping Nilsen up from off the unfortunately hard flooring.
Nilsen: Rugby has been there for me, it's where I made some of my first friends, it's what turned me from that ::pointing to the child:: to me ::pointing to the older Lhandon statue:: It’s what he…
A noticeable light went off in Lhandon’s head, and Anton just smiled towards him.
Nilsen: …needed.
Who was Anton to tell Lhandon what his childlike self would have wanted, he tried his best to sugarcoat his reassuring shrug that was meant to say, “You hate rugby.” or “Pick a more fun game.”
Richards: Hm. Well, I think you might want to try something else. Apparently you are quite picky.
Nilsen turned towards Anton and he gave him a reassuring smile.
Nilsen: You thought of Ice Cream…why that?
Anton shrugged, unfortunately he hadn’t put much thought into the answer.
Richards: I dunno, ice-cream is awesome, right? Never really had it much as a child, but I mean, who doesn’t like ice-cream.
What normally would have clicked within a person certainly dodged a weaved Anton’s perception.
Nilsen: Response
Richards: Nope. The old man always said something like, “Q-Cream rots your brain.” or “If you eat that stuff you’ll get Ferengi Teeth.”
Anton nodded confidently unaware, smiling towards the childlike version of himself. He wished that he could have ice-cream. Unfortunately none had magically appeared within his hands. He scowled.
Nilsen: Response
Richards: So. What are you gonna choose? Because…
Anton looked towards the sour looking little Nilsen statue.
Richards: I think he’s getting impatient.
Nilsen: Response
[TAGS/TBC]
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Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards
Chief of Security
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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