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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Jan 31, 2010 1:52:34 GMT -6
Kenna narrowed her eyes. So he was going for the short joke. How original. Nobody'd ever tried to get her to set up a short joke for them before. "I'm the engineer." Giving him the not-so-obvious answer to his question.
Who did he think he was fooling? Like a human or a were wouldn't know what a Dwarf was. Sure, maybe Dwarves tended to stick to their own planets, but they weren't rare by any means. And Kenna wasn't a fool. This long-legged bastard wasn't going to get one up on her. "I didn't think fabulous was a position on this ship."
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Jan 31, 2010 2:00:48 GMT -6
As soon as the words came out of Eli's mouth, Grace put an end to it, before Klove could get out of his seat. "HEY!" She shouted, bring them both to a stop, "No more of this shit. I'm too fiking tired for it. You-" She pointed to Eli, "-cool it on the cat remarks, and you-" Grace jabbed her fork in Klove's direction, "-eat up and take some meds. And Castle, can you lower that? I'm trying to eat here."
Kenna seemed to be oblivious to Eli's true nature. That was fine. Grace would illuminate her later, if the others didn't first. "Eli, Kenna's a dwarf from Heimdall. That's the one closest to the sun. Kenna, this is Eli, he's going to be a passenger, and he's paying enough to make fabulous his official job title." She was starting to feel a headache growing behind her temples.
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Post by Enan Breese on Jan 31, 2010 2:29:34 GMT -6
When he had fallen asleep Grace hadn't been there, so what were the odds of her being there when he woke up? Slim. Sure enough, when he groaned his way out of the bed and stretched, he had seen no sign of her.
He wasn't sure what was going on with himself even. The whole Quillan situation was stupid. He knew he was as good as dead with an injury like that, but a part of him figured it was worth a shot. He felt bad for Klove who'd been stuck right in the middle of his frustration with the whole situation. He needed to clear his head.
There seemed to be yelling down stairs, maybe he should avoid it for a bit? Nah, he wanted to know what it was, there was a 50-50 chance that it would either help him get his mind off or make it worse. So lazily slipping on some pants he headed downstairs, didn't feel like grabbing a shirt not that it really mattered, he wasn't that cold.
He stopped in the doorway and sort of pointed, a bit confused as to why there was someone new just randomly there, and why he had 'fabulous' as a title. How long had he been asleep? Clearly he missed something. He was gonna stay in the doorway until someone explained where this guy came from.
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Post by Jared Castle on Feb 1, 2010 12:42:30 GMT -6
Castle listened and stayed quiet. He didn't have any good arguments against any of them so he just kept an intimidating look on Eli. He was already getting on Castle's nerves. He obviously had somehow manipulated Grace into trusting him and she was definitely not changing her mind. She was especially stubborn when it came to these kinds of decisions. Castle didn't like how he had to work for someone who's views were completely wrong. She would either fire or kill him if he acted out.
Jared grunted after what Grace said and and stopped pointing the gun at Eli. He held it in his hand while he ate with the other. Just reminding Eli he had something that could kill him. If Grace was going to be stupid, he was going to be difficult, and being a jackass would be the best way.
Castle just kept an eye on Eli and hardly noticed Kenna as she joined them to eat. He winced when Eli said, "I'm fabulous..." That statement alone made Castle want to blow his head off. Castle debated just trying to kill him then and there. If Grace got rid of him at least he'd be going out doing something for the good of mankind.
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Post by Eli Wellington on Feb 1, 2010 13:31:09 GMT -6
"He's a cat, is he not?" Eli rolled his eyes, finding it interesting that he was banned from calling a cat a cat, when the trigger happy neanderthal in the corner wouldn't even call him a person. At least the guy finally lowered his gun. Eli resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at him, turning his attention back to Kenna instead, sizing her up. He couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like. "A dwarf... Interesting. I've heard of you guys, but never actually seen one."
Eli picked up the scent of someone new, and he glanced in the direction of the doorway. Ahh yes, the hunky one who had sat up in the cockpit. Eli was surprised and relieved to realize he wasn't the bear. He would have totally pinned him down as a big ol Were, but no, this man was all human. His grin reappeared for the hundredth time that morning. "Well hello there, Lurky. What's your name?"
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Feb 1, 2010 17:46:27 GMT -6
Grace took the quiet (and likely fleeting) moment to get something in her belly. When a shadow darkened the doorway, she really hoped it wasn't Szar. It wasn't. Instead it was Enan, shirtless and tousled. And just like a pinball, Eli bounced off of one target and straight for the other.
Some dark possessive bit inside of Grace growled quietly at Eli's flirting. Funny, the upper-brain thought are we really that attached to the lovable brute? Yesterday, we were willing to leave him behind if he didn't hurry fast enough. The hindbrain responded back with so? he's still mine.
And now Grace knew for certain she needed to sleep. She ignored everyone for the time being and just ate.
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Post by Kenna Kleykir on Feb 1, 2010 17:54:32 GMT -6
Kenna grunted. Well, that was a bit more understandable then. It was easier for dwarven men. They had their beards, and nobody ever wondered if they were anything other than a dwarf. If you were a woman, they couldn't make up their mind if she was a child, short, or just well shaved. "We're around most places."
The dwarf helped herself to a glass of something bright orange. She sipped it, surprised to taste how sugary it was. What was with humans and sugar? They seemed to put it in everything. Kenna drank it anyway, enjoying the novelty of the taste.
She looked at the man again. He smelt... strange. Humans smelt like... well, humans. And Weres like the animals they were. This man smelt dry. Like the air in old tunnels. Like the desert. Old. Kenna had never smelt anything like it before. What was he?
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Post by Klove Makem on Feb 7, 2010 3:39:10 GMT -6
Klove awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest, still refusing to eat with the vampire in the room. He didn't bother to explain to Eli why he was wrong. Eli was just trying to get a rise out of him, just like everybody else when they called him 'kitty' and 'pussy' and asked him if he wanted milk or did he lick himself clean or use a litterbox. One of these days, he was going to have a crew where nobody knew what he was and people actually gave him respect instead of expecting him to be okay with a vampire on the ship.
Then he felt a stab of guilt, and of panic. Maybe one day, but that was still a far ways off. He didn't like to think about leaving Grace's side. What was she going to do without him? And more importantly... what would he do without her?
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Feb 7, 2010 3:47:03 GMT -6
Alright, that was enough. Grace pushed aside her plate, her appetite more or less killed by the impending headache. There would be something in her room to help soothe this, and then she was going to curl up and sleep off the stress.
Grace stood up, looking around the room at the stony stares, the confused looks, and Eli's ever-so-smug face. "I'm going to lie down. Nobody kill anybody, or I'm going to be pissed. Enan, if Klove doesn't take his meds, force them down his throat. Eli, if Szar wakes up, make yourself scarce. If anybody, and I mean anybody wakes me up in the next three hours, I'm going to ventilate their skull. That's all, enjoy breakfast."
With that, Grace slid by Enan. Normally she would have pulled him aside and dressed him down for what happened last night (and then dressed him down because there was nothing better than make-up sex), but she didn't have the patience for it. Instead she headed down the hall and upstairs, rubbing her temples as she made her way to her bedroom.
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