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Uncharted Skies
BdrLineAzn:
Transport, Cargo Bay
Setting the rifle back onto the cart, he makes a reminder to himself to have these stored in the ship's armory. Walking around he sees a strange craft sitting idle in the middle.
"Interesting," he says as he walks around the frame and engine, "When did you get in here?"
Market District
Pressing his lips together at the distracted wave and a slight huff, Courage goes towards the restaurant door. Entering, he doesn't go far until the frontman stops him.
"Excuse me sir, no weapons allowed in here."
"Huh," he says as he turns to the man.
"Your rifle and pistol. If you want to have a seat I request that you store them in the back." the frontman points to a door behind him.
Really? We didn't do this at the Saloon
Rolling his eyes, Courage complies no goes through the door and stores his weapons in an empty slot. As he exits, he doesn't notice a loose rifle sling on the ground which catches his prosthetic.
With a yelp, he crashes down onto the floor bring the frontman down with him. Both of them groaning, the frontman is the first to come to.
"You alright sir?" he says as he stand up and holds out an arm for him.
"Yeah, better look in there more often for tripping hazards." Courage replies and grabs the offered hand.
Standing back up his prosthetic is still caught in the sling which slides off his stump. Balancing on his one leg and the frontman Courage looks down between the empty space and his prosthetic.
"Ah flak me, can you get it?"
"Suuure." the frontman says slowly as he lets Courage balance on his own.
Grabbing the "leg" he helps Courage hop to a free seat to let him attach it back on.
"My apologise for all this, if you want this meal is on the house."
After adjusting the end to his stump, looks up in confusion as he missed what the frontman said, "Hmm?"
"If you are dining here, the meal is on the house for this inconvenience," the frontman says again.
"Oh thank you, I guess?" Courage answers with a shrug.
Nothing much for his answer, the frontman leaves and returns with a waiter who gives him a menu.
Carn:
Snorting at the obvious attempts of Alister, to get a rise out of everyone, and she suspects her more so. "Honestly, he's not actually stupid, but he can sure act like it when he wants. And that's nothing to say of his table manners." She says, looking at the pile of bones left on his plate.
Meanwhile
Alister is still whirling and cleaving. Subconsciously going back to old battles. Snow, red with blood. Smoke and fire, screams of fear and pain. Gunshots and artillery blasts. Old wounds burn with pain as if he just received them. And through it all, he's smiling."
Piemanlives:
--Merchant District, Cathedral--
Dahlia notices whoever was at the window had gone, of course she was curious about who it was, but that was neither here or there. Still their food had come and the two of them were eating peacefully while talking about various pieces of news and other babble.
"Oh I ran into Amelia the other night, she hasn't experienced repetitive-reconstruction syndrome yet, I feel the day she does is going to lead to an interesting conversation." She drank deeply of the very vast drink before her, "I wonder what it must have been like for Dad's subordinate's when he was still serving, imagine the paper and the repair work it would put them through."
She was nodding at this point, Dahlia was fully aware as she maintained the crew's weaponry, both shipboard and ground side and it infuriated her to no end when they were damage. Thinking on it now Lorena was the most prone to breaking their ship's weaponry, they'd had many arguments and discussions regarding this. Though Lorena did tend to have more pride in her engines than she did in her weapons. She had no idea why this was.
She took a bite of her food, "Which reminds me, what is your father working on with Richard?"
"I don't know," She shook her head, "if I knew what went through their heads I'd be able to avoid most of it."
"It's going to explode, somehow I just know it."
"Still, some of their ideas are pretty good. Which also reminds me, Reagan apparently came by the other day and took their rocket craft, which got me thinking, what did you do with ours?"
"It's at the back of the workshop why?"
"Why is it in the-" There was a very loud crash from the entrance and both of them oriented to get a better look.
--Cargo Bay, The Transport--
With a plan in place to move the craft it was time to return, hijack the cargo crane, and other things that required moving it to the hanger. Plan was cut short when she noticed someone circling around it like a predator.
"Hey, hands off the craft!"
--Galley, The Transport--
"Really? You could have fooled me." He took his last bite of breakfast and sighed. "Still, he's not going to be a problem is he?" He took a few looks around, "By the way is this everyone?" There definitely not enough people to fully crew a ship like this, so where was everyone?
Carn:
Galley
"He is impulsive and hot headed. He already has had an eventful morning to say the least. It also doesn't help, that the old berserker blood is strong in him. As for his table manners," Alison shrugs. "I can't completely fault him on that. His father died before he was even born, and his mom died giving birth to him. His last relative was an uncle, who died when he was 8. A year or two after that, he found his way into the Kinforth fighting pits, which is where he learned his skill at unarmed fighting. Then he enlisted in the military at 15, and was put in a marauder unit straight put of boot camp. He never really HAD anybody to teach him table manners."
Piemanlives:
"Are his table manners the only thing you're excusing?" He smirked at that, "But still is this everyone? I've only seen 5 of us, and that's including me."
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