"The shite you say!"
Shaelen Stormchild paused in her task, lowering the wrench from the cable hose she had been working on. She pushed off the pipes, the wheels of the plank she was laying on whizzing against the wooden floorboards as she slid back out from under the engine.
The giant figure of a Roegadyn sat on the ground nearby cross-legged, one hand holding out a cable driver. He wore a wry expression with one eye cocked at her, a chiding look Shael saw rather often when he regarded her.
"You sure?" Shael tried to escape judgement but knew her attempt was weak at best.
Thaliak's Axe (affectionately called "Shooey" by her and her alone) answered with a grumbling growl that rumbled in the back of his throat. He handed her a cable driver and she exchanged it with the wrench in her hand.
"A cycle ago, you say. Drowning Wench. Huh." Shael wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, not caring that it would leave an greasy smudge there. She knew her cheeks were riddled with them already, and probably patterned all slick and splat-fancy, right along with her freckles. "Well hells, Shooey. That could be any night. How'm I supposed to remember this particular one?" She waved the driver in her hand. "It must've been a good night! I don't remember shite! Must’ve been some good rum. Did I win?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, grinning broadly. "Well 'course I won. I would remember losing." She spun the tool deftly in her fingers, curious. "So what'd I win?"
The Roegadyn let out a murmur, gesturing towards her belt with the wrench.
Shaelen glanced down then brightened immediately. "Ah! The timepiece!" She did not reach for the Garlean timepiece tucked into her pocket, a silver chain hanging from it to her belt. Unlike her face or any part of her, she wanted to keep that little glimmering hunk'a silver clean and pristine. She narrowed her eyes slowly in thought.
"You know, I think it's coming back to me," she declared with a nod, a playful smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth. She flicked a look at Axe as if to sense his disapproval. She pushed off with her feet and slid back under the power generator, escaping the Roegadyn's glare.
"What are you mad about? I won the soddin' game, didn’t I?" She grabbed the loose cable hose again, twisting one end and working it in with the driver to fix it to the inset. She heard a displeased howl rise from her first mate.
"Oh I would never put up Jolene unless it was a sure win," she tried to reassure her companion. Shael's gunblade was her pride and joy, aside from her ship, Peregrine. She would never risk losing Jolene, no matter how drunk she must have gotten.
Axe did not seem convinced. He groused and grumbled some more.
"Aw, quit'cher bellyaching. The way you go on, you'd think Jolene was paying you, not me." Shael snorted, testing the fit of the cable. "Besides, this timepiece is a nice one. He wouldn't have put it up without a worthwhile temptation." Satisfied with the secured hose, she slid back out again.
Shooey already had a separator in hand, holding it out for her. She snatched it up, handing him the cable driver. She shrugged at the Roegadyn, flashing a toothy smile. "Besides, he was easy on the eyes. Don't'cha think?"
She was answered with another rumble, clearly disapproving. Shael rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whaddaya mean don't trust him? Of course I don't trust him! He's a pirate! And a smuggler! Like us! Would you trust us?"
The Roegadyn stared back at her pointedly, the corner of his fuzz-covered lips tugged downward forlornly. Shael rolled her eyes again (she did that a lot) and made circles in the air with the tool in her hand. "I mean other than you and me, obviously." She watched the Roegadyn relax visibly before she continued. "Besides, if what Ro said was true, he's worth a choco's weight in gil. And he wants a steady supply. We keep the steel and core flowing his way, he keeps the gil flowing our way ..." She licked her lips. "We can use a job like this."
When Axe grumbled again, Shael whirled her head around in a circle exasperatedly. "I don't know, Shooey! Maybe he was just as drunk as I was! Or he sleeps with a different girl every night! I didn't recognize him, why should he remember me?" She paused for a moment, then made another circle in the air again with the metal rod. "Okay yeah, not remembering me is a little suspicious …â€
Shael shot the Roegadyn a look from the corner of her eyes, trying to see if that would lighten his mood. The large male chuckled hoarsely, his massive shoulders bouncing up and down.
“Guess I'll have to remind him again, eh?†She winked, then grabbed the edge of the engine to slide back under when Axe rumbled again.
“Ro? And the pirate? HA! I can’t see him as her type.†Shael let out a loud snort. “Paladins like her prefer the gallant knight in shining armor.†She scratched her head with the metal tool in hand. “Although … she did introduce us …â€
“Eh!†She shrugged back to Axe. “I ain't saying it’s gonna happen again, but … if it happens again … you’d think she’d mind? Lazarov is one good looking man ...†Shael did not give the Roegadyn a chance to answer. “Naaah.†She snorted a chuckle as she slid back under the generator. "I am sure she'd be fine with it."
Shaelen Stormchild paused in her task, lowering the wrench from the cable hose she had been working on. She pushed off the pipes, the wheels of the plank she was laying on whizzing against the wooden floorboards as she slid back out from under the engine.
The giant figure of a Roegadyn sat on the ground nearby cross-legged, one hand holding out a cable driver. He wore a wry expression with one eye cocked at her, a chiding look Shael saw rather often when he regarded her.
"You sure?" Shael tried to escape judgement but knew her attempt was weak at best.
Thaliak's Axe (affectionately called "Shooey" by her and her alone) answered with a grumbling growl that rumbled in the back of his throat. He handed her a cable driver and she exchanged it with the wrench in her hand.
"A cycle ago, you say. Drowning Wench. Huh." Shael wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, not caring that it would leave an greasy smudge there. She knew her cheeks were riddled with them already, and probably patterned all slick and splat-fancy, right along with her freckles. "Well hells, Shooey. That could be any night. How'm I supposed to remember this particular one?" She waved the driver in her hand. "It must've been a good night! I don't remember shite! Must’ve been some good rum. Did I win?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, grinning broadly. "Well 'course I won. I would remember losing." She spun the tool deftly in her fingers, curious. "So what'd I win?"
The Roegadyn let out a murmur, gesturing towards her belt with the wrench.
Shaelen glanced down then brightened immediately. "Ah! The timepiece!" She did not reach for the Garlean timepiece tucked into her pocket, a silver chain hanging from it to her belt. Unlike her face or any part of her, she wanted to keep that little glimmering hunk'a silver clean and pristine. She narrowed her eyes slowly in thought.
"You know, I think it's coming back to me," she declared with a nod, a playful smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth. She flicked a look at Axe as if to sense his disapproval. She pushed off with her feet and slid back under the power generator, escaping the Roegadyn's glare.
"What are you mad about? I won the soddin' game, didn’t I?" She grabbed the loose cable hose again, twisting one end and working it in with the driver to fix it to the inset. She heard a displeased howl rise from her first mate.
"Oh I would never put up Jolene unless it was a sure win," she tried to reassure her companion. Shael's gunblade was her pride and joy, aside from her ship, Peregrine. She would never risk losing Jolene, no matter how drunk she must have gotten.
Axe did not seem convinced. He groused and grumbled some more.
"Aw, quit'cher bellyaching. The way you go on, you'd think Jolene was paying you, not me." Shael snorted, testing the fit of the cable. "Besides, this timepiece is a nice one. He wouldn't have put it up without a worthwhile temptation." Satisfied with the secured hose, she slid back out again.
Shooey already had a separator in hand, holding it out for her. She snatched it up, handing him the cable driver. She shrugged at the Roegadyn, flashing a toothy smile. "Besides, he was easy on the eyes. Don't'cha think?"
She was answered with another rumble, clearly disapproving. Shael rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whaddaya mean don't trust him? Of course I don't trust him! He's a pirate! And a smuggler! Like us! Would you trust us?"
The Roegadyn stared back at her pointedly, the corner of his fuzz-covered lips tugged downward forlornly. Shael rolled her eyes again (she did that a lot) and made circles in the air with the tool in her hand. "I mean other than you and me, obviously." She watched the Roegadyn relax visibly before she continued. "Besides, if what Ro said was true, he's worth a choco's weight in gil. And he wants a steady supply. We keep the steel and core flowing his way, he keeps the gil flowing our way ..." She licked her lips. "We can use a job like this."
When Axe grumbled again, Shael whirled her head around in a circle exasperatedly. "I don't know, Shooey! Maybe he was just as drunk as I was! Or he sleeps with a different girl every night! I didn't recognize him, why should he remember me?" She paused for a moment, then made another circle in the air again with the metal rod. "Okay yeah, not remembering me is a little suspicious …â€
Shael shot the Roegadyn a look from the corner of her eyes, trying to see if that would lighten his mood. The large male chuckled hoarsely, his massive shoulders bouncing up and down.
“Guess I'll have to remind him again, eh?†She winked, then grabbed the edge of the engine to slide back under when Axe rumbled again.
“Ro? And the pirate? HA! I can’t see him as her type.†Shael let out a loud snort. “Paladins like her prefer the gallant knight in shining armor.†She scratched her head with the metal tool in hand. “Although … she did introduce us …â€
“Eh!†She shrugged back to Axe. “I ain't saying it’s gonna happen again, but … if it happens again … you’d think she’d mind? Lazarov is one good looking man ...†Shael did not give the Roegadyn a chance to answer. “Naaah.†She snorted a chuckle as she slid back under the generator. "I am sure she'd be fine with it."
