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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 5, 2009 16:48:03 GMT -6
He would have talked about his opinions on Nox and Weres but there were Weres around and he didn't want to unwillingly start anything.
Castle looked over as the dwarf spoke. He really wished he could say what was his favorite planets or what were the worst. He hadn't been to very many of them. Terra, Heimdall, and now Nox. He didn't really have a good opinion on each one. One was too crowded, one was too hot and barren, and the other was Nox.
Klove then spoke of hunting sabretooths. Castle had only heard tale of such creatures. He didn't know that they actually existed. It wasn't extremely hard to believe though. Just big cats with very big teeth. He took another sip of his beer.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 5, 2009 18:05:29 GMT -6
"Piss on vampires." Kenna said dismissively. She had no love for them, since they made it a right pain to go for a walk outside of town. Kenna would have loved to get a look at the volcano and see what sort of rock they had inside of 'em, soak in that lovely, lovely heat, but the few times she'd tried to go that way, the bloodsuckers had smelt her and tried to get a taste of Dwarf. Kenna had fought them off, but they were hard to kill, and liked to travel in packs. The last time, a couple of weres had helped save her, and then spent the rest of the time escorting her back, treating her like a child.
This one didn't seem so bad. He looked her in the eyes, didn't ask her if she was sure she could handle the pint glasses or ask her where her dollie was. And he knew the proper way to greet a Dwarf.
She extended a hand, "Kenna Kleykir, engineer."
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 5, 2009 18:10:56 GMT -6
"Klove Makem, first mate on the Queen of Spades." He shook the Dwarf's hand. It was rough and calloused, not too surprising considering her profession. A Dwarf as an engineer was odd, but not that odd. It made sense. She would fit perfectly in most engine rooms, which tended to be hot, cramped things. And she had the strength necessary for tightening lug-nuts and hitting things with a pipe-wrench.
"And this is Jared Castle." Klove motioned to Castle. He usually didn't introduce other people, but it seemed appropriate at the moment. "We're here for a day or two before we head back to Glacies. Shockingly enough, I actually live there, when I'm not in space."
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 5, 2009 20:09:19 GMT -6
Castle raised his glass to the dwarf when he was introduced. He wasn't very surprised to hear that she was an engineer. She seemed hard edged enough to be handy with mechanics. It wasn't that weird to hear a dwarf's profession anyway. He didn't know what was the stereotypical dwarf job.
Castle took a last sip of his beer and ordered another. He felt like binging today. It probably wasn't a good idea though. He needed to be up and alert every day if he wasnted to keep this job, and he wanted to.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 5, 2009 21:22:30 GMT -6
"There's something wrong with anyone who chooses to willingly live on a ball of ice." Kenna wasn't afraid to voice her opinions. And most people didn't bother trying to stop her, not unless they liked broken bones and bruises.
But her curiosity got the best of her in regards to the ship. He was young to be first mate of anything, and so she asked, "What sorta ship is it?"
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 5, 2009 21:44:46 GMT -6
"I don't think you get to talk trash about Glacies when you live on Nox." Klove pointed out. And he knew because he used to live on Nox. Sure, Glacies was a frozen ball of ice, but it was a frozen ball of ice with fresh meat and no vampires. That was miles ahead of what Nox offered.
Klove could see by the look in her eye that she was wondering what kind of ship employed a kid as first mate. Everybody judged him by his physical age instead of by his actions. Well. Castle didn't. That was really nice. "It's one of the old saucer models. But the guts are all custom."
And then, he saw the opening. They could use an engineer. If anything went wrong on board, they usually had to find a way to get back to Glacies so Holo could hammer away at the insides. But a real engineer would be fantastic. "If you're interested in seeing it, we'll be around tomorrow. It's over in dock 3-C."
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 5, 2009 22:20:44 GMT -6
His attempts at defending Glacies were easily ignored, but the promise of a saucer ship? Kenna had heard about them, but never seen one in real life. And though it seemed as if he was attempting to pick her up, Kenna decided to bite on the bait. After all, when would she get a chance like this again?
"3-C? I'll swing by tomorrow." She didn't have work, and Kenna would have plenty of time to spend looking at that ship and it's insides. Hopefully the boy wasn't actually trying to flirt with her. She wanted a warrior for a mate, a man whose beard was as thick and fierce as his nature, not some boy shaving peach-fuzz from his chin. But she would play along in order to see the ship.
Kenna finished her ale, draining it in one fell swoop and smacking the mug on the counter. She hopped down and headed to the bathroom without any explanation. Kenna used to say why she was going, but humans and weres were so fussy about announcing bodily functions, as if they were some sort of secret. The dwarf didn't understand how they could so open about their sexuality in public, but so prudish about peeing.
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 6, 2009 20:25:28 GMT -6
Jared took a big gulp of his beer this time, listening to the other two converse. It appeared as though Klove was offering Kenna a job. He thought about having a dwarf on board. She seemed very tough and hard edged. She'd be a nice addition to the crew.
Kenna also was an impressive drinker. Just how quickly she chugged that ale then slamming her cup down. He waited untill she had gone to the washroom to say, "She's a piece of work." He meant it in a good way. Hopefully Klove would understand that. Then he took another big sip of booze.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 6, 2009 21:05:12 GMT -6
Klove nodded, "She really is." It was good that Castle was getting a good vibe off of Kenna. Klove was definitely getting a good vibe from the Dwarf. She was the right mix of good-natured but tough as nails. And you had to have a bit of both to survive in space.
He finished his beer and ordered another. This time nobody felt the need to ID him. Klove happily took a sip. He had one eye out, looking for someone who would sell catnip. But it didn't look like his prospects were too good. Oh well. He could always wander off to find some tomorrow.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 12, 2009 17:20:35 GMT -6
Kenna's barstool was still empty when she returned. People here weren't dumb enough to try take a Dwarf's seat unless they were sure they'd seen her walk out of the bar. A hand-up from Roger and she got herself resettled on it, with another pint of ale on the way.
Her pipe was tucked inside her jacket and Kenna pulled it out, setting it on the bar. She packed it with leaf, and carefully lit it with a match. The sweet smell of hampr followed. Kenna tucked the pipe in the corner of her mouth.
Roger gave Kenna a look, "Kenna, you know the rules."
She drew the pipe out and blew a smoke-ring in his direction. "Aye. But if you want me to stop, you'll have to take it from me."
Roger rolled his eyes, but didn't make a move. Kenna took a swig of ale and tucked it back into the corner of her mouth.
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Post by Chase Nicolai on Oct 14, 2009 20:30:49 GMT -6
Chase had moved through the crowd at the door of the bar. Not something he usually liked, but he was willing to suck it up for a good drink. He moved to the bar to get a drink. There was the Dwarf girl again. She seemed to be there quite often, though Chase never really said anything to her. He made a small smile and shook his head as he saw her smoking. It wasn't allowed, but hell, who was gonna stop her.
"Roger, give me something strong," he grinned. He was happy to have Terence back around but he was off doing other things, so what better way to occupy yourself than a nice strong drink. He got a wiff of something else and glanced to his side to see a human, with... a were kid? This place was getting more and more messed up as time went on.
He made a small snort, "What, humans keeping us on leashes now?" He heard it was happening but wasn't about to believe it until he saw it. And this sure as hell looked like that. "Besides, big boy here looks like he needs to brush up on underage rules. Little kittens shouldn't be in here." He smirked, paid for his drink and wandered off.
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 14, 2009 20:41:17 GMT -6
Fiking figures. Klove was just starting to enjoy himself when some asshole shows up and outs him as non-human, and implies that Castle owns him. Klove's eyes narrowed and he quickly weighed his options. One, he could chuck his glass of beer at the dude's head and hope it hit, and get a full bar fight going. Two, he could ignore it. Or three, finish the beer and then smash the glass over the asshole's head.
Klove knew which option he liked best. He got to work on his beer. One eye stayed fixed on Castle, waiting to see what his reaction would be. Hopefully he would be cool, or at least not totally freaked out.
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Post by Jared Castle on Oct 14, 2009 22:03:28 GMT -6
Castle glared at the douche that made the stupid comment. What did he mean? Was he implying that he and Klove were thinking they looked down on all of the Weres. Because it was true for Castle. He absolutely hated the monsters, but he wasn't completely sure on Klove's opinion. Then he made a comment about Klove. Calling him a little kitten. What did that mean. Did he even know that he was human? Dumb Were.
Castle took another swing of his beer. That idiot made him want to start something, but that wasn't wise when he could end up being a bear or a lion. In the middle of his gulp he realized what the guy meant. Was Klove not human? Was he a Were? Some sort of cat?
He suddenly became very confused. He shook his head, threw down some money to pay for his drink, then got up and left the bar. He needed time to think. It didn't male much sense. Klove was human, he had to be. He was such a nice and... human kid. No, Klove was human. That Were was just making a stupid joke. He declared.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 14, 2009 22:09:12 GMT -6
Kenna snickered to herself at the were's remarks. She'd seen him around before, but she'd never heard him talk. He was funny enough. But Castle didn't seem to think so. Before long, he'd thrown some money down and left without a word.
"Looks like your boyfriend's leaving." Kenna drawled around her pipe, smirking at the young were. "Better catch up."
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Post by Klove Makem on Oct 14, 2009 22:12:10 GMT -6
Klove was waiting for Castle's reaction. What he got was Castle suddenly leaving without any warning or word. Klove frowned. That wasn't good. As he pulled out credits to pay for his drinks, Kenna started needling him.
"Ha ha. Funny." He growled, getting out enough cash and heading after Castle. "Hey, wait up!" He yelled to Castle, really hoping he wasn't about to get a punch in the face. Klove gave the panther a death-glare as he passed by and was out the door. If he had the chance, he was going to go back in there and kick his ass.
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