Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it . [Open]
Characters: Fang and Open!
Content: Fang, a new Pilot on the Convoy because Jim is handwaving the job request will be poking around the Convoy.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy, or in Licere, if you'd prefer.
Time: Probably not long after the water going cold business happens, but before the weird anonymous network post.
Warnings: Whatever you ( Read more... )
Content: Fang, a new Pilot on the Convoy because Jim is handwaving the job request will be poking around the Convoy.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy, or in Licere, if you'd prefer.
Time: Probably not long after the water going cold business happens, but before the weird anonymous network post.
Warnings: Whatever you ( Read more... )
The mess hall and the showers felt the most familiar. That distinctive smell of changing rooms and places where people came to eat was like being back in the Watch House at home. That was why she was sat there.
A new smell wafted in, and Angua turned her attention towards it. This one was new even by current standards.
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Incidentally, she would probably be fairly insulted if told that she 'wafted', even by a werewolf.
Considering she was new, both in her own mind and in the nostrils of the blond girl at one of the tables, she didn't walk like a nervous recruit. Instead she carried herself purposefully forward, trying to take everything in.
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It was unusual. Angua liked her already.
"Hey," she said, when the new girl got closer.
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"Hey," she replied, her voice every bit as confident as her steps.
She stood and tilted her head, waiting to see whether it was merely a greeting or the start of a conversation. The people she'd met so far all seemed to know that she was new so, despite the size of the airship, it seemed to her like they were pretty close-knit.
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She was a confident one, that was obvious. She couldn't have been here more than a day, but she acted like she owned the place.
Angua was confident enough, too, and relatively relaxed now that she'd familiarised herself with the new surroundings. The captain and some of the crew gave her the willies, but she was determined not to show that, and certainly not to them. It was because one of her important senses told her that they didn't exist; it gave her the uncomfortable feeling that she was talking to hallucinations. Flesh and blood people made for much more comfortable conversation.
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There was something about Angua that made Fang think. She seemed comfortable, but somehow alert. Like a guard or somebody used to waiting for things to happen. It was a strange combination that Fang hadn't seen in anything other than monster hunters since waking up. It was both something familiar and odd and seemed entirely out of place on an airship that was supposedly friendly. She figured from that and the fact that she addressed the obviously-new crew member that she must be some sort of security officer, but it never hurt to ask.
"So what do you do here?" She asked, tilting her head.
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"What about you?" She asked, eyeing the new girl. She reminded Angua of some of the old hands in the Watch. Not the ones who'd refused retirement and had got there by avoiding trouble, because this girl felt like the type who was used to getting out of trouble, but the ones who'd learned the streets and how to look at people and how to make other people think twice before swinging for you. She was the sort, in short, who avoided trouble by making other people recognise that she'd give it all to them if they considered starting it.
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"Oh, they've taken me on as a pilot," she said, pushing the loose, fringey bits of her hair back off her face carelessly. "Figured I might be a useful addition to the ones they already have."
Well, at the very least, Bahamut wouldn't cost them anything in fuel.
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"I take it you're good?" Angua asked. Fang seemed at least as confident in her flying ability as anything else.
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That her 'plane' wasn't exactly a plane was the only real issue.
"There were a few things I could have done, but Pilot seemed like the position with the most freedom, you know?"
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As for the name....
"What did you do before?" Angua asked. There was more to this one than just 'pilot', even by her own admission.
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"Monster hunter," she said, reaching behind her to grab and display the spear she carried. "Y'don't get as much for it now as you used to, though."
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It left her feeling a little torn, on other matters, of course. Monster hunters could be a pain in the back leg for people like her, not necessarily because they found and killed werewolves, but they certainly tended to show up in worried neighbourhoods and agitate the local wolf population, which made life very difficult.
Some werewolves deserved it, she reminded herself. Though the wolves rarely did.
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She wasn't sure if she was glad that she came off as somebody who looked as though they were perfectly at home battering large and usually scaly problem wildlife or not.
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She had her own reasons for hoping that, of course. She'd rather not out herself so soon after getting on board.
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She leaned forward, folding her arms on the tabletop while giving Angua a curious look.
"So what about you?" She asked. "What's your story?"
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