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Ben Skywalker ([personal profile] momslilassassin) wrote2010-04-24 12:58 pm
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Room 204 [morning]

Ben had gone to bed an almost-sixteen year old guy pushing six feet tall.

He woke up four years old and, well, really short.

He blinked bright blue eyes as he assessed the situation, realized the nanny droid was nowhere to be seen and flashed a little smile.

He was soon out of bed and working on dismantling a droid that teenaged Ben had been putting together for months.

[OOC: Door closed, post open!]
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
When Ender woke up, it wasn't to the sound of a few dozen other boys milling around. He just heard the one, and that was strange. Had they moved him during the night? He would have felt it.

The roof above his head was also a lot further away than usual, and there was none of Battle School's usual humming. They couldn't have sedated him and put him on a shuttle, could they? No, he'd probably feel heavier. The tranquilizers they'd used with some of the monitor operations always made him feel sluggish afterwards, like he could barely move.

He sat up experimentally. No. No sedative.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're too young to be a Launchie," Ender observed, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. What were they up to this time?
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are for Battle School standards," Ender said, and pulled his eyes away from the boy to land on the door. "But we're not there right now. We're on Earth."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
And again, Ender moved his line of vision - this time towards the screwdriver.

"Be careful what you take apart."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"And what is it meant to be for?"

Again, his eyes tracked back to the door. Were there more adults waiting for him behind there?
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's always someone," Ender said, slipping off the bed.

He walked towards the door, frowning. "When did you get here?"
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
That didn't tell him much.

Ender frowned. "No orders...?"
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anything," Ender said, his frown getting deeper. He backed away from the door so he could sit again. He didn't know what was expected here, and that made him both fearful and quiet.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The boy got a wary look.

Ender berated himself for seeming too transparent. Then again, he was in a new environment. It was predictable.

"There's always something bad out there," he said, quietly. "You can rely on that."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-24 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not the things that show up in your face and eat you that you have to be afraid of."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-25 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The argument was dumb, and it was starting to irritate him. Of course you dealt with the immediate threat first, but it was usually just that: immediate.

"Until you don't," he said, simply. Maybe he'd find out more outside this door.
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-25 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"When the bigger threat wants you to focus on the immediate one so it can make things worse while you're distracted."
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2010-04-25 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know that example," Ender said, casting him another look over his shoulder. "But pretty much." He'd heard people talk about the teachers being the enemy rather than the students.

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