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In The Eye of the Beholder [ OPEN ]

Apr 19, 2009 22:58

Characters: Wolfram and anyone who wanders by him on the deck of the Fiertia
Content : Wolfram decides to do caricatures and doodles of his crew mates
Setting: Beside the railing on the deck of the Fiertia.
Time : mid-afternoon
Warning: flaming of every kind.

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≠ wolfram von bielefeld, ≠ abe takaya, ≠ megara

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hadesandback April 20 2009, 21:45:56 UTC

Megara was certainly not looking for romance, but entertainment wasn't such a bad idea. It might take her mind off of being on an airship.

She had climbed up onto the deck again as a sort of challenge to herself. She'd gotten fairly used to being on an airship, with only the occasional bout of airsickness and dizziness when she thought too hard about just how far it was to the ground. However, upwards of a month on the ship had steadied her, and, loath as Meg was to admit it, she'd found her air legs.

The red-haired woman still took care to stay away from the side of the ship, wind whipping her hair into her face. One hand went up to hold it back, fingers buried in the red-brown strands.

passionforflame April 21 2009, 06:09:12 UTC

Wolfram spotted the woman almost immediately, her hair something not to be missed. It was like a coffee tornado in the wind. Wolfram beams, almost entranced by it.

He readied his pencil and starting to sketch away, making large overdone swirls for the curls of her hair.

hadesandback April 23 2009, 15:56:15 UTC

She took a deep, calming breath. She could do this. As long as she didn't look over the side of the ship, she would be fine. She only felt a little dizzy. Uncomfortable, but not crippling.

Once she was certain of her complete control over herself, she looked around at the other people on the deck, and spotted the kid sketching. She walked over -- slowly, mind, she wasn't about to break above a walk while they were in the air -- and looked at what he was working on. "Not exactly Michaelangelo, is it?" Her tone wasn't as harsh as it could be, though -- it held more curiosity than derision.

abeator April 21 2009, 03:30:52 UTC

He had been exploring the deck for the umpteenth time that week when he stepped on what appeared to be crumpled paper. Blinking, he bent down to pick it up, smoothed it out, and found himself looking at a drawing of... something. Where those supposed to give the impression that they were sparkling?

The owner appeared to be this girl sitting by the railing. A tomboy, judging from the hair and the way she dressed. At least she had a pad open, and that was all the proof that Abe needed. He padded over quietly and thrust the piece of paper near her face. "You dropped something, Miss."

passionforflame April 21 2009, 06:14:36 UTC

Wolfram glared, waiting in silence for the "just kidding" that he felt was sure to come at the end of the statement. When it did not Wolfram growled. "I am not a "miss", thank you. I happen to be a gunner on this ship. A male gunner ."

abeator April 21 2009, 06:18:50 UTC

He blinked again, nonplussed, and nodded. "Oh, all right. And I'm a pilot. A male pilot." He didn't really understand why the girl -- no, guy -- was glaring at him, since judging by the growl, this must happen pretty often. It didn't occur to him to apologize.

Well, it wasn't his business, he supposed. Instead, he gestured at the paper and said, "It's nice."

passionforflame April 21 2009, 06:21:59 UTC

Wolfram was taken by surprise at the compliment having expected to be further insulted for being effeminate. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"O-oh... thanks. Its just a doodle."

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