Test Scene: Steve and Nikki!
(Copied and Pasted from a Chatlog; done with the ever awesome <a href=http://www.scribbld.com/users/shiel
dbratgirl/profile>Tam!</a>)
Steve: I really shouldn't be *that* good in dealing with the masked folks
Nikki: Oh trust me..you're not.
Steve: I agree with you...but for some reason they keep giving me their crap to deal with
Nikki: Don't bitch to me. I've worked for almost 10 years for the job they just *handed* to you.
Steve: And I didn't freaking want it, either.
Nikki> That didn't stop you from taking it..
Steve: It was either take it or go back to field duty. I am *not* doing field duty again.
Nikki> Another job I apparently am incapable of..
Steve: Nikki, stop that. You're skilled enough to lead a team, and you turned it down.
Nikki> I don't want a job because they need to fill a minority quota.
Steve: You wouldn't have been a minority quota, Nikki! You know how to run a damn team
Nikki> and you'd get shot in the head inside a week. You need me to watch your back.
Steve: Maybe that's why you're now positioned so damn close. Although I think they think having two Coulsons is better than one in regards to the Avengers egos
Nikki> either that or they think it'll take two of us to do the job Dad did alone..
Steve: either way, we must have messed up big to get stuck here *very very dry*
Nikki> yeah, who doesn't want to save the world???
Steve: There's a word for SHIELD agents tied to the Avengers: Cannon Fodder.
Nikki: Don't worry. I'll protect you.
Steve: *sarcastic, but with a smile* Gee, thanks big sis.
Nikki: besides, i get a bonus if you live out the year.
Steve: hardy har har
Nikki: I *am* listed as your next of kin, right..?
Steve: *facepalm* Sister-of-mine, you are but if you do you're getting my cello and only my cello
Nikki: I don't want your cello.
Steve: That's what you get. You'd be surprised just how good it is at training manual dexterity
Nikki: Is it good for target practice? Because that's what I'll use it for.
Steve: No destroying my instrument!
Nikki: You'll be dead!
Steve: Doesn't matter!
Nikki: I beg to differ..
Steve: I swear to all things holy, if you do that I will make sure to haunt you!
Nikki: Steve..if I don't believe in an afterlife, I'm hardly likely to believe in ghosts, am i?
Steve: doesn't matter. you will be haunted in some way
Nikki: I'll risk it
Steve: >:|
Nikki: Okay okay...you're right...I would never use your cello for target practice...I bet the laquer would make it *much* better for kindling.
Steve: Stop being an ass, Nikki
Nikki: Don't pout, Steve
Steve: I have a pout. That is not a pout. I know a pout doesn't work on you
Nikki: Neither does whining
Steve: I am stating fact. not whining.
Nikki: "Stop being an ass" is really more of a request, not a statement..
Steve: You are acting like an ass. Therefore, "stop being an ass" is a statement.
Nikki: Actually..."you are acting like an ass" is a statement, whereas "stop being an ass" sounds dangerously like a demand.. 