Abandoning All the Cliche Working Song Lyrics I'm Sure You're Expecting

[by_my_will]

Who: by_my_will, gargleblasted
What: Working... Wire maintenance.
When: Evening shift
Where: Suburbs
Warnings: It's an open log. Anything can happen.

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I hope you don't mind!

[kin_slayer]

Itachi had signed up, rather apathetically, for the first job in his pay grade. Wire maintenance, while not exactly glamorous, was a necessity, and more than that, something he could do without having to study the unfamiliar technology too closely.

The tools were provided by the employer, and the list of wires needing checking and replacement as well. His role in this was not actually that complicated, as far as he was concerned.

And work provided him with something to do, as much as a means of supporting himself.

So when he arrived where he was meant to be to see someone else already at work, he simply nodded to the other man and pulled out a grate further along, checking the wires past Tieria--this whole section was supposed to be bad. Two working at the same time would just finish it faster. Efficiency was desirable.

Of course not!

[by_my_will]

Tieria nodded in return. In a severe case of the quiet and efficient working with the quiet and efficient, a silence settled over the area only interrupted by the occasional passerby or sounds of their tools doing the needed tasks. Tieria was of the same mind as his newfound coworker, and intended on getting his job done for the day in the quickest possible fashion. At the moment, pleasantries were an unnecessary distraction from the work at hand.

However, Fate had other plans. They were going to have to talk at some point. Moving along his area, Tieria came upon a section of wiring that needed two people to effectively perform the proper repair. In addition, it was a repair that reached towards where Itachi was working anyway.

Here went nothing...

"It seems we'll have to do this one together," he remarked.

{OOC: Since I'm sure the two of the would have continued working quite happily in silence, considering what I know of Itachi, I've given them a reason to talk. ^_^}

Yay!

[kin_slayer]

Itachi had fallen into the rhythm of the work easily enough. It didn't require much more than a carefully attentive eye and steady hands. His mind was free to wander--a luxury afforded by his companions apparently taciturn nature. Something he could appreciate

\o/

[by_my_will]

Tieria shifted as Itachi marked his place, and let him take a look.

"I have done my fair share of maintenance work," he said. He had made a point of learning it all... mechanics, engineering, enhancing his knowledge of programming... all to rebuild his home and family during those four years. It wasn't his first area of expertise, but it was certainly something he had learned for the sake of survival. Sometimes, that was the best teacher. "I am not unfamiliar with the technology. This is more advanced than my world, but not by much."

[00ne]

"Tieria Erde."

Someone else was doing his job, too- but not without his own priorities. The voice of the Gundam pilot he'd backed up a few weeks ago spoke out behind him, gun cocked in a probably unnecessary gesture of seriousness, but then they were Gundam pilots, after all.

In fact, Heero would have guessed the sentiment was not his alone.

The stonewall seriousness in his face was probably a bit familiar, too.

[by_my_will]

Tieria wasn't startled when he looked up, even managing to maintain the deadpan look upon seeing the gun. He recognized that voice, certainly. He placed the tools down to reduce the threat he might have represented, not that he looked like much, but then this teenager before him didn't look like much either... a bit wirey, maybe slightly over muscled... but he recognized the demeanor.

Setsuna.

"You're the pilot of the winged Gundam," he said simply. He stood, leaving his hands relaxed at his sides for now, but visible, as he noted the gun's aim tracking his movement.

[00ne]

It was too often that Heero was underestimated due to size, or age... Enough so that it had become a comfortable advantage. Though, not so much that he allowed himself to relax into, either. In any case, he wasn't expecting to be underestimated by someone who was themselves a Gundam pilot- while it wouldn't do to give him too much credit, it'd be downright stupid to underestimate Tieria in exchange.

The gun was kept evenly locked on target.

"And you pilot for a group calling itself Celestial Being." It was a demand for information and explanation, rather than a question in itself. But, like the pilot of Exia, he wouldn't ask in so many words.

[by_my_will]

"Mn." Tieria hesitated, lowering his head slightly with a serious look at the other man. Yes, he had identified himself. However, just how much information about Celestial Being's purpose did he want to reveal? It was clear this Gundam pilot had no idea what the group was. In his world, the public message from Aeolia Schoenberg made sure everyone knew who Celestial Being was and their purpose. Being able to identify himself in such a manner and still have people not recognize anything about it was quite a novelty

*lead here by Itachi-mun* o/

[count_to_peace]

Hair pulled back, Zechs worked on some wires that frayed underneath some heavy machinery, taping them with electrical tape. They didn't need replacing, as their state was not that dire. Working in such a field was not new to Zechs, since being a gundam pilot meant that he would need to maintain his own suit and others, if necessary.

He also didn't mind a bit of hard labor like this.

The last bit of tape is used up, forcing him to withdraw from the crevice he had hid half his body under. He pulled back with a THUNK, though.

"OUCH!"

The sore spot is attended to by a gentle hand rubbing it, while the owner looked around, grumpily.

"Where do they keep the tape...and ice?"

o/

[by_my_will]

"I have some spare tape in the toolbox I was given," Tieria responded, resisting the urge to wince a little in sympathy at that thud. "As for ice, that was not provided in my kit." He looked around for a moment, then nodded at something down the way.

"It looks as if there may be a first aid kit in that wall panel over there." He wasn't sure what was in it, but there might be an instant cold pack the other man could use.

[count_to_peace]

Zechs looked to the new voice, nodding softly. "Ah, I'd appreciate that."

He was still rubbing his head, grateful that his bangs would cover the bruise that would eventually be there. "It's probably best to get these wires taped up first. I've taken a lot worse than a bump on the head, so I can manage for a bit," he replied with a wry smile.

It still didn't mean that it hurt less.

[by_my_will]

Tieria nodded as he handed over the tape. He'd had his fair share of injuries from being tossed around in a cockpit during battle (or those damn taser wires that would wrap around the limbs of a mobile suit... those always hurt), so he could understand.

"What is it you do in your world?" He went back to where he had been working, but the way the other man had reacted about being injured had intrigued him a little. Was he an athlete? A fighter? Maybe another pilot? Tieria had already met several here...