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Post by Klove Makem on Sept 28, 2009 23:59:16 GMT -6
Klove had slept most of the day. He didn't have any family to visit on Nox, or any old friends worth looking up. When he'd left, he'd cut all ties and never bothered to pick any of them up. Grace was his family now, and this ship was his home.
But Nox did have things he liked. It had bars where he didn't have to hide who he was underneath the human skin. And it had really good catnip. Klove wasn't a stoner or anything, but he did like to indulge once in a while. And this was one of those onces.
He woke up, staggered over to the bathroom and took a good look at the wound on his neck. It was already half-healed. Another few days and it would be gone completely. Until then, the bandage would remain. He yawned, bared his teeth at the mirror, and wandered back to his bunk to get some clean clothes, something that would look fine out in public. He was starting to get low. Hopefully they would be going to the homebase soon so he could get some loads of laundry done.
Once he was dressed, Klove wandered into the kitchen to get some food. He was going to have to see if Castle wanted to go out drinking. If not, Klove would head out alone.
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Sept 30, 2009 15:27:09 GMT -6
Grace hadn't slept much, but she had been wired after the confrontation with the vampires and ended up going out after the ship landed (well... not right after the ship landed). She found a buyer for the fruit and sold off the bulk of it, keeping some for them to eat as a treat. Grace had gotten her money's worth, but she had been careful about who she sold it to. After a little poking around, she found a were-fruit-bat who had been more than happy to pay Grace's asking price (which was high but not completely unreasonably so).
There hadn't been any point in getting food on Nox. They had to import a lot and what they did grow naturally was poor quality. She would be better off getting real meat from Glacies, selling some on Nox to make a profit, and using the money to get food from the Underworld (which was still expensive, but Grace knew people who would give her discounts). And Nox was the only planet in the system without a Forjack on it, so she didn't have to make time to visit the family.
She had spent most of the day keeping an eye out for another mercenary to hire, but she hadn't seen anyone who appealed to her. Grace normally wouldn't have looked so soon, but no one on the crew had been particularly close to the goblin, so she could go right ahead and ignore the usual grieving process.
By the time she got back to the ship, it was getting dark and Grace was actually beginning to feel tired. She found Klove in the mess eating whatever Quillan had made for supper. It smelled good, and Grace wandered over to help herself.
"No dice on a replacement for the goblin." She told him, helping herself to a chicken breast, "If you're headed out, keep your eyes open."
Normally Grace wouldn't have left Klove in charge of hiring, but the last person he picked had turned out to be an excellent cook (if high-strung). Might as well see what he brought home next.
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Post by Jared Castle on Sept 30, 2009 16:08:56 GMT -6
Castle was riled up from the blood drop so he didn't get much sleep. Plus it was the fact thet they had to sleep during the day because he was up all night. He had heard talk that they would be heading to Glacies. He hoped they would give him clothes that would be appropriate for the weather on that planet because he never really packed parkas or mittens.
Castle stretched after getting up and out of bed. Castle's stomach gurgled. He walked out into the kitchen in hopes thet Quillan had a meal ready. Castle wasn't sure if he should consider it breakfast, supper, or lunch. Considering it was 9:00pm. He needed a drink too. After brunchper, he would probably go see if he could find a bar to have a drink. Maybe Klove would come too. He's drinking age right?
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Post by Klove Makem on Sept 30, 2009 16:39:34 GMT -6
Klove managed to fill a plate and took a seat. He was stuffing his face when Grace wandered in and got her own food. She settled across from him and he nodded. Klove wasn't sure he'd find anybody, but he would at least try.
Grace had been giving him a lot more responsibility lately. He'd always done the dangerous stuff, but hiring people for the ship or helping plan the schedule was new. The extra responsibility was fantastic. Klove was nowhere near ready to run his own ship, and he didn't like to think about the day he'd eventually have to move on to another ship, but it was nice to get a bit more practice at stuff that wasn't just shooting and killing.
When Castle wandered in, Klove gave him a wave. He'd never actually asked anyone to go out drinking with him before, so Klove was still trying to figure out how to ask it. His mouth was full so he had an excuse for not asking immediately.
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 3, 2009 9:48:45 GMT -6
Chicken. Quillan had made chicken. He liked chicken, but right now he loved it because it was food. Castle walked over to the table and took some of the food. He sat down with a thump. He wasn't a morning person, or a just-woke-up person because it wasn't really the morning. This whole flying around and doing things at night business was screwing with his internal clock.
He ate pretty quickly, and sooner than he would have liked, he had finished his food. Jared stood up and went to the bunks to get changed. Once he finished, he came out into the mess hall and blurted, "I need a drink."
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 3, 2009 14:44:01 GMT -6
Castle reminded Klove of certain bears Klove had known, just from how quiet and efficiently he ate his food. Proving that he was an adult, he didn't laugh outloud, but just concentrated on eating his own food. Having a professional cook was awesome.
Klove was finishing up a second plate when Castle came in and asked about the drink. He swallowed what he had, "I know a bar in town. I'm actually headed there right away." Well. That was easy.
He got up and quickly gave his plate a wash, then headed over to Castle, glancing back at Grace. She just made a 'have fun' gesture. Klove gave her a grin, and headed out of the ship and to the bar. It was only a few blocks away, but it wasn't too popular with travellers since it was a werebar and rougher than the other bars in the area. Klove figured Castle would prefer a rougher place anyway, so he wouldn't mind the were bit. And there was a chance he might not even notice it was a werebar, not unless the bouncer transformed.
Klove checked his pockets to make sure he had his physical ID. He had gotten spoiled drinking off-world, especially on Glacies and the Underworld where either the drinking age was incredibly low, or simply didn't exist at all. It did exist here, and though Klove was legally 18, he still got hassled by bartenders and bouncers from time to time. Castle was too old for that, so Klove doubted he had to carry anything but some credits.
"This place is a little rough, but the drinks are great." Klove made himself slow down so he didn't end up too far ahead from Castle. He pointed to the door of the bar. There was a woman standing there, checking IDs and letting people in. Klove couldn't smell what she was from here, but he would put money down on bear or elephant or something. Bars always hired someone with a big were-side.
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 3, 2009 23:05:21 GMT -6
Castle was relieved to hear that Klove knew a place. He hated looking for things in places he had no knowledge of. It would save a lot of time, and Castle needed a drink now, rather than after a long wait. He waited until Klove finished cleaning up after himself.
Jared hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble with Klove trying to get a drink. He wasn't in the mood for an episode. He followed closely behind Klove out of the ship and towards the direction of the bar.
He'd hopefully seen worse bars before. There was no saying for sure because this was Nox after all. It's going to be infested with Weres. "I'm not too worried about it." He lied. Castle kept a close hand on his gun.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 3, 2009 23:19:37 GMT -6
Klove flashed his ID to the bouncer when they got up to the front door. She looked it over carefully and he barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The bouncer waved him on through after she handed it back and didn't bother checking on Castle.
The place was busy, but not overly crowded. That was a plus. Klove inhaled, the smells of a dozen different species coming into his nose. He didn't recognize anybody's scents. That was good. The people he knew, or tended to know him, weren't the sort of guys who made a night of drinking turn into a night of fighting. But there was one dark, damp scene mixed in with all the varying smells of were. Something very familiar.
Klove grinned as he placed it and headed up to the counter. It was easy to spot the owner of the scene. It was the only place with free barstools, probably because they were terrified to sit near the clearly hammered dwarf. Klove grabbed a stool, "A beer!"
The bartender looked at Klove, "ID."
Klove handed it over, and looked at the Dwarf. She gave him a look that said she was waiting for him to open his mouth so she could stick her boot in. Instead he gave her a nod, "Evening, Daughter of Earth."
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 3, 2009 23:24:58 GMT -6
Kenna barely paid any attention to the crowd. She'd gotten off work early, and was keep in her cups. Her latest ale was getting low, and Roger would soon be coming over to fill it up again. Kenna tipped back the last of it, and Roger arrived, just on time.
As he filled up her ale, a young one sat beside her. He gave Roger his ID (and did Kenna ever hate having to constantly show her ID. it made her a little axe-happy when it got to be too much) and looked at Kenna. She prepared herself for another ass-kicking (the kind she would deliver, not the kind she would get), when he surprised her by greeting her properly. It looked like he wasn't a complete moron.
"And to you, Topsoil." She returned. There were plenty of other ruder names for people who lived on top of the earth instead of beneath it, but since Kenna had been forced to become one of them, she didn't relish using those words any longer. Roger brought her the ale she wanted and she got back to work on it.
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 4, 2009 9:21:44 GMT -6
Castle smiled, Klove looked so annoyed to have to show his ID every time, Castle didn't. He was very obviously over eighteen. They entered. Castle was glad of the fact that it wasn't too overcrowded. He didn't like busy bars. For castle the bar was always a place to get away from all the noise and other people, and when it was just filled with people, he didn't want to be there.
Castle was surprised to see a very small person sitting at the bar. She must be a dwarf. Castle had never seen a dwarf before. Then suddenly Klove greeted the dwarf in what Castle believed was some sort of proper way. Then the dwarf returned a greeting by calling Klove 'topsoill'. What was that supposed to mean. Whatever.
Castle ordered a beer, laughing again at how he didn't need to show ID.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 4, 2009 14:28:32 GMT -6
Finally Klove got his ID back and a beer. He took a sip, enjoying the cool, smooth drink. He couldn't tell you the name of the brew, but he could tell you it was a good one. They weren't stingy with the house brew around here, which was pretty good in Klove's book. Grace didn't mind drinking just about anything, but Klove did like his drinks to at least taste like a drink.
Klove kinda wondered what the hell a Dwarf from Heimdall was doing this far out in the system. They hated the cold, and judging by the layers this one was wearing she wasn't an exception, and they were extremely devoted to the mountains they mined. Klove wanted to ask, but he knew better than to be an idiot.
Instead he drank his beer and talked to Castle, doing his best not to touch the bandage on his neck no matter how much it itched as his skin healed. "So, what do you think about Nox so far?"
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 4, 2009 18:04:29 GMT -6
Castle wasn't sure how to answer Klove's question. It wasn't like he'd expected. He hoped that the Weres wouldn't be so densely populated around this area. There would be no hunting Weres, and hunting vampires was harder than he would have thought. That incident over by the volcanoes was purely self-defence. It wasn't something he'd go looking for.
He tried to think, then just said, "It's not what I expected." Most likely Klove would try to press the subject. There wasn't much explination to that statement. Castle wondered what Klove's opinions on Weres were. He probably didn't hate them as much as Castle did.
Castle took a sip of his beer. He peered around the room. He couldn't tell who was a Were or a Human. Any one of them could be a Were. He felt extremely uncomfortable being in a room filled with the creatures that he loathed so much.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 4, 2009 18:41:14 GMT -6
Klove laughed a bit at Castle's statement. He could tell he was holding back, but whatever, if Castle wanted to hold back, he could. Klove couldn't blame him if he didn't like the place. Nox was a crappy planet. Klove had left home willingly and never looked back. Hell, calling it home wasn't right. This planet wasn't home. The Queen of Spades was home, Grace was home. This was just the place he used to be from.
He kept his voice lowered, not wanting to get any unnecessary attention. Nox was a shithole, but there were people who would get bent out of shape if you mentioned that to them. "Nox is my least favourite planet to visit. There's nothing to do here but drink, or make money selling blood or meat."
He'd rather go hunting in the forests of Antheia any day of the week. Or even Corus, where you could at least take your time fishing instead of spending your time trying to get a few small fish while constantly watching to make sure a bored vampire didn't decided to torture you to death.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 4, 2009 18:47:44 GMT -6
Kenna drank her ale happily, barely listening to the Were and the Man sitting beside her. The cold was still lingering in her bones, but she could barely feel it through all this ale. But she did hear the little one talk about how Nox was his least favourite planet.
"Oooh I don't know about that." She drawled, "Glacies has even less to do than Nox." Kenna's only fond memory of Glacies was killing a wolf and skinning it. The rest was nothing but cold, cold, more cold, and those unbearable cousins of hers telling Kenna that real Dwarves like the cold. If she'd killed one of them (and oh she'd been tempted at times), it would have been just as fond of a memory as the wolf killing was.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 4, 2009 18:53:23 GMT -6
The dwarf spoke again. Her Common was pretty good, but he could hear the remainder of that Heimdall accent lingering around in her r's and o's. Klove grinned. He loved dwarves. They partied hard and they were great to have on your side when fighting (and a horrorshow to have facing you).
"The vamps don't show up when you go hunting." Klove pointed out. In his opinion, this was a major advantage. "Just the occasional sabertooth. And at least a conventional hunting rifle takes care of them." Klove didn't get any great joy from killing sabertooths. He felt a sort of kinship with the big cats, but he knew better than to let that faint kinship affect him. They were still monsters, and they'd happily eat Klove if they couldn't get their paws on a mammoth.
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