It's been a long time coming.

[destinedtorule]

Characters: Ganondorf [destinedtorule] and Meth [metharchy], Closed
Location: Sergei's
Date: Present
Rating: PG-13. It's gonna get kinda spiiicy

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[metharchy]

Meth had been working since dawn on construction of the lower decks. Deck nineteen would require much more time than she'd anticipated, and so for the time being she was concentrating her efforts on deck twenty one. Redd had yet to complain about the pace of her work, but she still felt the need to work as quickly and efficiently as possible. This of course was what she juggled with her periodic breaks to check on the rest of the passenger decks for minor repairs and such.

At this point in time, Meth was ready for a lunch break. She wandered into the buffet, scratching her back lazily with a back-scratcher that was rather unique. While most were made simply of wood, curved at the end for ease, Meth's appeared to have a skeletal hand at the end. The bones looked eerily real.

She took no note of anyone in the buffet, but headed toward the empty plates.

[destinedtorule]

He had heard Meth when she entered and at first paid her no mind. Granted, he had never seen her before and when she passed his table, he eyed her suspiciously. No it wasn't her appearance that caught his attention. It was her back-scratcher. Or more accurately put, the hand at the end of her back-scratcher. The oddities of this ship never seemed to end, so he set his fork down and wiped his mouth before addressing Meth.

“Interesting. I've never thought to use someone's hand in that manner.”

[metharchy]

Meth looked over to the man that had addressed her. She didn't recognize him, but that was hardly surprising. Meth hadn't met several passengers on board, and didn't really see a need to make a point of doing so.

At his mention of her back-scratcher, Meth raised an eyebrow. He didn't sound judgmental or horrified, so she decided to respond.

"I had to think long and hard about what the best use of the bones would be. This seemed the most appropriate," she said. What better use for an enemies bones, than to turn them into something frivolous and insulting? They would forever serve her smallest itch. "Do you like it?"

[destinedtorule]

“It is intriguing.” He nodded and finally decided to take a good look at her. She was tiny, at least compared to him, and hardly seem the type who would take someone's bones and use it in such a demeaning manner. Just what had this person done to earn this fate?

But he'd save that question after formalities were through.

“Your name?” He asked, with a smile. She had earned it. She was imaginative. And he could appreciate a woman with a mind like hers because it was so similar to his own way of thinking.