Post by mildofthewild on Oct 20, 2021 18:30:58 GMT -5
The beating, truly merciless, pounds against the thief's temples as Sif sidles up next to her master, cheers on her face at a job well done.
"Yeah, master! You did it, you got him, you...really...got..."
The beatings kept going, of course, only getting more rambunctious and otherwise...well, before, Sif might have found the thief somewhat cute. At least cute enough to doll up for...but now?
"Eh...M-master, I think you got him, hehe...M-master...Idol, you should stop now," she says, a little forcefully as she begins to notice a number of civilians coming from their quarters to stare at the display, some with a chuckle on their lips while others were a bit more...shocked.
Taking matters into her own hands, Sif grabs the collar of Idol's shirt and lifts her master off of the thief, covering her own eyes to hide her shame at putting him in such a predicament. To think she was degrading him with such a thing! But she had no choice...
"Master, forgive me, but you gotta leave him alone, people are staring!" She whispers, peeking from her own hands to take a look at the gathering crowd, her face bright red when a few whistled at her bout of strength, not entirely sure how to take the compliment. Quickly she drops Idol, while also doing the only thing she could really think of to detain the prisoner...cattle wrangling.
In a swift fireman's carry, Sif lifts their quarry over her shoulders, squirming nervously under the eyes all focused on her. "We probably should take him back, Master..."
"Idiots."
The word cuts deep as Sif simply keeps her eyes trained on the ceiling, her arm quivering from holding up a salute for roughly ten minutes since she dropped the thief before Ensign Leena. The commanding officer's tired gaze only briefly passed over Sif's form, a roll of her eyes indicating her nonchalance for her subordinate's rank. Still, she let her keep the pose. Mostly for a laugh.
It was Idol she needed to discuss...
"It's your first day and you're already beating common thugs to a pulp in front of civilians? I know it doesn't say word for word in the handbook about that, but I should emphasize, we have to present a proper image. We abide by rules...I know some of you may play fast and loose with those rules," she adds, a side eye glance at Sif that causes the woman to straighten her slouching posture, "but they're there for a reason. If people see us bending the rules because we get a little heated, they lose faith in us. Would you care to explain your actions, recruit?"
"Yeah, master! You did it, you got him, you...really...got..."
The beatings kept going, of course, only getting more rambunctious and otherwise...well, before, Sif might have found the thief somewhat cute. At least cute enough to doll up for...but now?
"Eh...M-master, I think you got him, hehe...M-master...Idol, you should stop now," she says, a little forcefully as she begins to notice a number of civilians coming from their quarters to stare at the display, some with a chuckle on their lips while others were a bit more...shocked.
Taking matters into her own hands, Sif grabs the collar of Idol's shirt and lifts her master off of the thief, covering her own eyes to hide her shame at putting him in such a predicament. To think she was degrading him with such a thing! But she had no choice...
"Master, forgive me, but you gotta leave him alone, people are staring!" She whispers, peeking from her own hands to take a look at the gathering crowd, her face bright red when a few whistled at her bout of strength, not entirely sure how to take the compliment. Quickly she drops Idol, while also doing the only thing she could really think of to detain the prisoner...cattle wrangling.
In a swift fireman's carry, Sif lifts their quarry over her shoulders, squirming nervously under the eyes all focused on her. "We probably should take him back, Master..."
"Idiots."
The word cuts deep as Sif simply keeps her eyes trained on the ceiling, her arm quivering from holding up a salute for roughly ten minutes since she dropped the thief before Ensign Leena. The commanding officer's tired gaze only briefly passed over Sif's form, a roll of her eyes indicating her nonchalance for her subordinate's rank. Still, she let her keep the pose. Mostly for a laugh.
It was Idol she needed to discuss...
"It's your first day and you're already beating common thugs to a pulp in front of civilians? I know it doesn't say word for word in the handbook about that, but I should emphasize, we have to present a proper image. We abide by rules...I know some of you may play fast and loose with those rules," she adds, a side eye glance at Sif that causes the woman to straighten her slouching posture, "but they're there for a reason. If people see us bending the rules because we get a little heated, they lose faith in us. Would you care to explain your actions, recruit?"