new npc get! (closed, incomplete)

[mrcharlatan]

Characters: simonsimmon and mrcharlatan
Setting/Location: SOMEWHERE MYSTERIOUS AND CLOSE with a workshop
Date & Time: Day 13, evening~Day 14, morning
Warnings: PG-13 for Charlie's foul mouth?
Summary: We're gonna hijack an airship, seeeee?

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[simonsimmon]

Simon was going to rescue the poor travelers from the maze. Not out of any sense of sympathy, to be honest - he had told them to keep their windows locked, though maybe he should have gotten into the details of how a siren steals you away in the middle of the night, but he hadn't wanted to cause a fuss or panic. Really, these caravan people were causing him far more trouble than they were worth - but while Simon might be begrudging, he did know how to do his job and do it well, and he owed Cid more than anything to make sure the man had a full cargo to get to Loophole. The man's reputation was at stake, here! Oh, and, well, the lives of fourteen people. He could only hope that they hadn't yet completed the maze - otherwise seven of them would be gobbled up like last summer's fall fashionable coats. He'd tried several villages to find them, you know. But they all were sold out by the time he would get there. And then the whole incident with the Ramknoc and Laiton... He sighed

[mrcharlatan]

The gruff man turned on a dime as soon as the door to his workshop flew open, a hollow clang echoing as it slammed against the wall. While maybe not sensing the urgency of the man that entered, Charlie's paranoia went up tenfold and his annoyance twentyfold. That twisting in his gut could be shoved aside now that he knew what all the fuss was, not that he was happy to see the man busting into his workshop. But it wasn't anything to be worried about. Not like, say, some collections guys coming from the last card game he frequented or anything

[simonsimmon]

"Charlie," Simon said scornfully, frowning. "You can't expect customers to take you seriously when your shop is a mess." He waved his hand, then, sauntered past the man and further into the shop, picking up the sweet tang of metal the further he ventured. "I need your ship, old chap. Whether or not you come along is up to you, I just need it. I'll learn how to fly it on the wayside." He rubbed at the underside of his nose, skewing his mask to the side slightly and taking his time to quickly right it, gazing at himself in the reflection of a nearby piece of sheet metal

[mrcharlatan]

"Customers don't come in the workshop, they contact me over the Junogam and I meet 'em somewhere else. It's none of your business anyway." His scowl deepened further as the shorter man followed, listening as best he could until his temper could rise no further. "There's no way you're taking my ship to gallivant off by yourself, especially not to mess with sirens. Where there's sirens, there's salt. You know what that'd do to my fucking airship

[simonsimmon]

"It's not like we're going to rub it in the ocean," Simon retorted, face scrunching up strangely at the thought before he heard the animal hobble over. "Oh," he said, crouching down in front of the pup and cupping its face in his hands. "Who's my mangy beast? You're my mangy beast." He began scratching behind the animal's ears, ignoring Charlie's crass words for a brief moment to pay the dog some true attention. "You wouldn't make a very good guard dog, old chap," he spoke to him, patting his head, "unless you threatened others off with your intense amount of slobbering, eh?"

He glanced over at Charlie then before standing to his full height. Usually they'd have to go through interviews and paperwork - but considering this was an emergency, Simon figured he could go ahead and offer Charlie the job. Besides, there was no one else best suited for it - though the caravan was not as advanced as the other pieces Charlie worked on, it still needed love and care all the same. And from time to time a good washing

[mrcharlatan]

Charlie scratched at the stubble along his jawline, the rough leather gloves producing a sandpaper rasp as he did so. That idiot wasn't even listening to him. "I'll tell you what salt does. Salt rusts metal, whether you get it wet or not. It carries on the wind and'll eat the outside of my ship right up. Only a professional can avoid crap like that, and it'll still need a thorough washin' afterward

[simonsimmon]

You're not a professional? Simon questioned internally, eyebrow hiking up far enough to slip under the cover of his mask. But he knew, already, that Charlie had made up his mind. He continued to pet the dog as the other man went about gathering his things, and when the dog trotted away, he followed. Simon had to be thankful that Charlie had made both of the doors tall, considering not many foreigners were as small as either of them. He shimmied himself into one of the seats, tugging absent mindedly at some threads that had been stressed away from the seams