Paul Meccano
Meccano Magic
Hi all
I'm working on a character who is assigned to be a first contact. I wanted to establish who he is and what he brings to the table as much to understand him myself as anything.
below is his written answer to a question.
I would be grateful to get feedback on this first person account and whether it gives enough of who he is at the core.
He's forty-six and has been working within human relations for most of his life, he's a natural at it and has been asked to step up to the plate in a first contact scenario.
I thought I should ask him how it felt to be forced into that position? and would he do it again?
The commander (SNCO)
I’ve thought about this question a bit. I never really wanted to get involved, especially knowing that war was coming. In my lifetime? I thought unlikely, but still possible.
The closer a person is to the leading edge, the more likely they are to be caught in the first blows. War is not my idea of making good a life and as such, back then, I made it difficult for the Tribal third ring to establish a conversation with me. I mean, wow! Did I seriously almost blow my chances for fear of getting involved, for fear of what might happen?... what an idiot.
Thinking about that now reminds me of my mother, she would call me stubborn, suggest she would be better off cutting a stone, squeezing it, to see if she could make it bleed. Her actions accompanying; animated with comedic timing, renewing the aged and groaning metaphor would always draw my hesitant smile, the smile she loved and goaded further. In seeing a chink she’d pry it open with her favorite teaser, “don’t laugh Jet, don’t laugh.” It made me giggle every time, she’d lean in stealthy, annoyingly fast and tickle me amidst the giggle, rendering me useless; fitting and roaring, tears streaming and love in my heart.
Love in my heart… It feels fine to say that now; it’s a reality that I recognize, something I’m fully aware of. I wasn’t always aware but it still drove me to work within human relations and always has driven me regardless.
Being aware of that driver, the thing that makes you tick, really is the key to life. It allowed me to engage in healthy pursuits, a healthy allocation within the tribal tiers, Tribal allocation 03890. Not so personal really but I suppose it's for good reason.
Loving so deeply allowed initial connections with people to blossom, in a moment, where it would normally take many days.
It was trust…I was trusted… and by all that met me, it was a charm for the magicians, wielding me as such. A gift and a curse for me that resolves itself in a stubborn streak, this stubbornness, strangely bringing me back, full circle.
If I were the stone and you were to cut me, would I bleed?
I fear the answer is yes, and regardless of my wish for it not to be so…if it’s love that I bleed, then expect me to die quickly as there’s not much left, I’ve been cut many times before.
I would rather you see the stubborn in me and not draw your blade, I would rather you not cut me at all. Instead goad a hesitant smile and then tickle.
I'm working on a character who is assigned to be a first contact. I wanted to establish who he is and what he brings to the table as much to understand him myself as anything.
below is his written answer to a question.
I would be grateful to get feedback on this first person account and whether it gives enough of who he is at the core.
He's forty-six and has been working within human relations for most of his life, he's a natural at it and has been asked to step up to the plate in a first contact scenario.
I thought I should ask him how it felt to be forced into that position? and would he do it again?
The commander (SNCO)
I’ve thought about this question a bit. I never really wanted to get involved, especially knowing that war was coming. In my lifetime? I thought unlikely, but still possible.
The closer a person is to the leading edge, the more likely they are to be caught in the first blows. War is not my idea of making good a life and as such, back then, I made it difficult for the Tribal third ring to establish a conversation with me. I mean, wow! Did I seriously almost blow my chances for fear of getting involved, for fear of what might happen?... what an idiot.
Thinking about that now reminds me of my mother, she would call me stubborn, suggest she would be better off cutting a stone, squeezing it, to see if she could make it bleed. Her actions accompanying; animated with comedic timing, renewing the aged and groaning metaphor would always draw my hesitant smile, the smile she loved and goaded further. In seeing a chink she’d pry it open with her favorite teaser, “don’t laugh Jet, don’t laugh.” It made me giggle every time, she’d lean in stealthy, annoyingly fast and tickle me amidst the giggle, rendering me useless; fitting and roaring, tears streaming and love in my heart.
Love in my heart… It feels fine to say that now; it’s a reality that I recognize, something I’m fully aware of. I wasn’t always aware but it still drove me to work within human relations and always has driven me regardless.
Being aware of that driver, the thing that makes you tick, really is the key to life. It allowed me to engage in healthy pursuits, a healthy allocation within the tribal tiers, Tribal allocation 03890. Not so personal really but I suppose it's for good reason.
Loving so deeply allowed initial connections with people to blossom, in a moment, where it would normally take many days.
It was trust…I was trusted… and by all that met me, it was a charm for the magicians, wielding me as such. A gift and a curse for me that resolves itself in a stubborn streak, this stubbornness, strangely bringing me back, full circle.
If I were the stone and you were to cut me, would I bleed?
I fear the answer is yes, and regardless of my wish for it not to be so…if it’s love that I bleed, then expect me to die quickly as there’s not much left, I’ve been cut many times before.
I would rather you see the stubborn in me and not draw your blade, I would rather you not cut me at all. Instead goad a hesitant smile and then tickle.