I say "borrow", you say "theft" [Closed]

[pink_is_best]

Characters: Nena Trinity and Tear Grants
Content: With the poltergeist finally taken care of, Nena knows she'd best leave before the Silvana starts to move again. To do so, she decides she'd best use her Silvana-lent plane. Without anyone's permission. I can't imagine an officer being happy about that.
Setting: The hanger of the Silvana
Time: After

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[mysterious_aura]

The moment the Captain issued the order to clear away the debris and make the needed reparations, Tear unsurprisingly leapt to her duty as quickly as if it threatened to escape from her grasp. In her typical, no-nonsense manner, she went about supervising and lending a hand to the crew members, in her endeavor to ensure optimal recovery of the Silvana's status. There was an undeniable amount of destruction left to attend, and if she hoped for the ship to return to its former condition under the given time constraints, it would take precise, efficient movement. Following this train of thought, it wasn't long before the quartermaster wound up making an inspection of the hangar

[pink_is_best]

Nena was 20 meters away from her plane when she first heard the footsteps. Annoyance washed over her, but rather than waste her time tensing up, she started to run the rest of the distance. Keeping her own footsteps as light as possible, she hoped to hide in her plane before she came into view. She’d made it to ten meters when she heard the order. Skidding to a stop, she immediately turned to face the direction of the speaker. She had little idea as to what she was going to do or say, but she also knew that any delayed movements would draw more attention to her. The young woman striding across the hangar to her wasn’t someone she recognized, but voice did sound slightly familiar. She couldn’t put her finger on where she’d heard it before, but decided that it didn’t matter. All crew members were more-or-less the same... weren’t they

[mysterious_aura]

The young woman's features grew clearer with each step she took, but it wasn't until the other spoke her own name that Tear managed to figure out her identity. At the mention of the planes, the quartermaster slowed her gait by a slight fraction to run her gaze across the surrounding air vehicles. A few of their surfaces were undoubtedly scratched and marred by the previous predicament, but it didn't seem like there was anything in need of dire attention. Chances were, the ship didn't try to assault the area very often since most of the crew members wouldn't find the hangar a safe place to hide.

"While that's true, the planes aren't the highest priority right now," she stated, in a tone one could easily consider reprimanding. "There are other areas of the Silvana that are more important. Let's fix those first and return to fix the crafts later."

I smell a potential fight scene. Do you?

[pink_is_best]

Nena felt her smile twitch slightly, but kept a happy expression on her face. If she was going to pull off her lies, she had to continue acting as if she had 100% conviction in whatever she said. She didn't think she could win in a battle of logic, as the lady's seemed cool and concise. But by giving the impression of absolute belief in herself, she could win the battle of wills. In the current situation, it would mean convincing the lady that it would be less trouble to simply have Nena help as she wished, rather than waste both of their time by trying to make her assist in a more productive manner. Untrue of course, but she didn't need somebody trying to stop her from taking off. Incapacitating her felt unnecessary when there were less consequential ways of dealing with the "problem".

"But what if something attacked us?" She shifted slightly on the balls of her feet. "The Silvana would be totally defenseless! We are in the Badlands you know - anything could happen out here! And that's why we need see to it that all the planes are

I do indeed~.

[mysterious_aura]

Tear's expression remained stolid as she listened to the other elaborate on her reason, cerulean eyes calmly adhered to the young woman's face. In some ways, her reasoning reminded the quartermaster of her own perspective, especially the possibility of an assault. It always proved advantageous to remain prepared for any contingency, but she also knew to take into account the other aspects of the current situation. If she concentrated on only one facet, she'd surely end up neglecting an essential piece.

"You have a point," she conceded, slowly, "but the chances of needing a plane for an attack is slim. However, I'll be sure to ask a mechanic to check on them. But either way, I don't think you'll need to worry. Don't forget that these air crafts are mechanical as well, so it's more likely they were trying to harm someone rather than receive it."

She has gun and multiple knives hidden on her. She didn't know what she'd see in the Badlands I.I;;

[pink_is_best]

Nena felt herself beginning to frown. “…Really. How do you figure that?” As a pilot, she found herself mildly irritated by the notion that the planes were less than useful at the moment. The lady’s accusation that the planes were a part of the previous barrage only caused the feeling to grow. Planes weren't just stupid, weak pieces of machinery! They were... special. Why couldn't she see that?

"...I'm good with planes. I could easily give them check-ups. Rebuilding ship things, I'm not so good at - not like a proper mechanic would be. That's why I came down here. It's more... efficient this way, wouldn't you agree?" So she had slightly exaggerated her mechanical ability. She knew how to stop one falling out of the air, sure, but she still wouldn't call herself good... Oh, whatever. It wasn't like she was going to touch them anyway, so what did one more lie really matter?

Ahaha, ironically, Tear has two sets of knives hidden on herself as well. :3

[mysterious_aura]

Their conversation, or perhaps debate, started to wear on longer than Tear expected, but as long as it didn't begin sounding irrational, she'd listen. "Think about the sort of enemies the planes could fend off." Her arms lightly crossed, before she proceeded with her clarification. "They would have to be in the form of either a large creature or another plane -- otherwise, the crew can hold on their own. While there's still a possibility of both arriving in the Badlands, the chances are slim. But they're not so slim that I refuse to have a mechanic look over them, like I've said." Being in the middle of nowhere, the quartermaster honestly didn't like the idea of having a lack of preparation for each contingency.

"However, I disagree. It isn't more efficient. Inspecting the planes are the mechanics' duty. And what if you ended up coming across a part you didn't know how to fix? It would just be a waste of time, especially when you could be helping out with something that's just as important."

ICON IS TOO APPROPRIATE

[pink_is_best]

"With planes, I'm as good as any mechanic! Maybe even better! If I hadn't decided to work as a pilot, it's totally what I would have done instead!" Nena huffed and did her best to appear offended. She decided to say so, just in case her body language wasn't convincing enough. "Nena's totally insulted, Miss Lady! It's totally rude of you to doubt her like this!" A performance worthy of a prize, Nena thought smugly, while continuing to pout

[mysterious_aura]

Seeing the young woman begin to grow offended, Tear could feel a slight frown tug at the corners of her lips, as she repressed a sigh. However, she didn't have the opportunity to clarify her words, for the redhead suddenly let out a quiet profanity. Falling silent, she calmly listened as the other explained about the pain in her neck. Concern lightly threaded the quartermaster's expression, with her mouth flattening into a thin line and her eyebrows drawing closer by a single fraction. Yet, once more, she didn't have a chance to speak her thoughts -- only this time, it wasn't a verbal utterance that intervened

WHY SO LATE NAME? SHAAAAAAAME. JUST SHAAAAAAME.

[pink_is_best]

Now this was interesting, Nena thought with glee, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the knives. She may have been in a hurry, but there was something about fighting a skilled opponent that was just so… well, exciting! Soooo much better than destroying yet another worthless target on the map. Of course, gazing upon the destruction afterwards had always left her with such a lovely sense of inner peace, knowing that the world was one step closer to being cleansed, and- Oh, no, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that anymore! That’s what this trip was all about, change, and she was reverting already?! She was hopeless, wasn’t she?! Doomed to be a monster forev- Fwssh. The pain told Nena what had happened, she didn’t need to look. Distraction had cost her. She grimaced, but managed to keep her hold on the gun. She wasn’t bleeding too badly, she wouldn’t while the knife was still in the wound. The blood dripping down her hand helped her to focus and think quickly: how, could she use this