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The Least Common Denominator LV.IV Accuracy
We all let out a collective sigh of relief as Arya lowered her hand. I never thought that the former Prime could even get paler than she already was, but I guess a lot of firsts were being made today."Was that who I think it was?" Livia absently asked, her voice still thankfully a whisper despite the relative silence around us. "Did the damned Emperor just walk right past us?""We have to move," Arya whispered... in a panic? "If they're here, then the others will be close behind."A whole lot of anxiety and dread decided to settle within my stomach at the insinuations that our lead just made with her comments. It truly was the fucking Emperor, but judging from her tone, Arya was afraid... There were only two men walking past us earlier, and surely one of them was the Emperor. So who was she afraid of? And... wait...Wh
The Least Common Denominator LV.V Accuracy
Back when I was but a little girl glued to daytime children's television, I've always been a bit more... advanced than most kids my age. I might not have been 'graduate college by fourteen' levels of genius, but I was still a bit faster on the uptake than most of my kiddie peers. As such, I remembered constantly pointing out stuff from kid's shows that I found stupid; like asking me what color the star was, or where the painfully obvious wheelbarrow was located. And it didn't even stop there. I actually assumed that these things were how the real world worked. I wizened up, of course, but shows like Scooby-Doo really did an impression on me with just how bad most disguises actually were when faced with a decent amount of scrutiny. And thus, I found myself asking the same damn question in my head for like the fifth time in the past minute:How was this even working?"Act natura
The Least Common Denominator LVI.I Precision
The truth. While I certainly didn't put too much stock on the multitude of videos claimingthat their news was the so-called 'secret truth behind it all,' there were still some nuggets ofbronze amid the sea of shit that was the portrayal of news by the media and other self-proclaimed 'true journalists.' Well, I wouldn't really proclaim myself as the queen of parsing through bullshit seeing as I'll be the first to admit that I was pretty damn gullible, but there should still be some form of clout in constantly being able to shrug of said bullshit when it's being shoved down your throat at every minute of every day. I mean, it's still experience, right?Then again, I was a damn idiot for even believing some of the stupidest things I've ever heard in hindsight.The truth was something that most people covet yet at the same time fear. There was some sort of power in the
The Least Common Denominator LVI.II Precision
Mathema. On top of the shocking revelation that everyone around me was probably named after someone important in the mathematical world, the capital's ridiculously on-the-nose name didn't even faze me anymore as we entered its increasingly unruly streets. The fact that Imperial guards didn't even check our stuff due to the amount of work they still had to do only meant that they were ridiculously understaffed at the moment. It was a small miracle that I wouldn't take for granted, of course, but for a capital city to be in this much unrest, I kind of get the feeling that it was only a matter of time before the whole city would inevitably explode into a full-blown civil war.And wasn't that just the perfect opportunity to reconsolidate power."Where's the Princess?!""Where's the Emperor?!"The three of us weaved through the populated stre
The Least Common Denominator LVI.III Precision
*clang... clang...*The sun was shining from the windows as Livia and I silently sat on the couch waiting for the rest of our compatriots to join us. My legs were doing their usual thing when they're bored, which was to constantly move and jiggle up and down with energy as my eyes kept glancing at the setting sun out through the window. I promise I wasn't bored. Really...Even if Livia and I were sitting in this damn room for a few hours now.*crash... thud....*Truly, such a thing was but the machinations of current events. Not that I was blaming the protests still echoing outside despite the setting sun already ushering in the coming of night, but if Lace was supposed to be the one to break that fight up, surely she would've already showed up by now. I mean, maybe she had a few hiccups in whatever recon mission she wa
The Least Common Denominator LVI.IV Precision
Dinner has always been a quiet affair for me. Having been raised in a semi-oppressive household in my first life, the solitude of eating alone was more of a reprieve as opposed to the lonely image that it would evoke to anyone that would notice. It wasn't like my parents wanted to eat at the same time anyway; what with our constantly conflicting schedules and habits. I ate alone at a time far too early for normal people to eat. Meanwhile, my parents would always eat over an hour or two after me; the actual normal times that society deemed it to be breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was weird as a kid, but I just got used to it.Not to mention, it was healthy for the metabolism to eat at earlier times as opposed to eating late at night.This all changed in this world, however. With a loving set of parents and constant companions, eating had somehow become a lively affair at times
The Least Common Denominator LVI.V Precision
I almost heard a drop of sweat splash from right under my chin at how still the atmosphere had become. Arya stared at me with unrestrained amusement; her grin showing her barely contained giggles as she covered her mouth. Meanwhile, Livia just kept eating at her usual pace; probably not even caring so long as it came out of my mouth.But the worst part was the starkly different expressions adorning each of the twins' faces.Lace looked absolutely livid, as if offended that I even dared to broach the subject in the first place. The spoon in her hand had completely bent into a right angle as she just stared at me; her shock still etched on her face as her eyes bore straight into mine. Love had a much more mellow expression, albeit that only meant that my words had affected her enough for her face to have an actual expression in the first place. From what little her brows furled,
The Least Common Denominator LVII.I Westgard Rules
Even the best-laid plans have the capacity to fail... Or so I poorly recall if that was how that proverb went. Still, it was the most basic rule of combat and any other activity that might require careful coordination to properly work. Theoretical plans will always never be the exact same in application as opposed to the drawing board; the same reason why battlefield tactics existed as opposed to grand strategy. Quick thinking was more important in the heat of battle, while logical analysis was more for the bigger picture in terms of massive wars between nations. Then again, we weren't really so much fighting as opposed to just being casual rebels right now, but I'd like to think that we were being decent enough that it'd actually work when things really start falling right into place. Which was to say, was simply wishful thinking if I really took everything into account. <
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