Post by Olan Sinclair on Aug 18, 2013 13:19:35 GMT -5
Prodigal Aviator - Rem - played Thawnolan
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
The next day from our previous RP.
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An afternoon (station time) at DUCKYs ...
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Prodigal Aviator:
-=HAD she even left? Really... the red-haired Jack-pilot born before The World Asunder was still wearing the same thing or so it appeared. Those dark grav-boots that almost seemed too light to be what they were, or maybe her legs were just that used to lugging their weight to make it look effortless. Afternoon (Midway Station Time) DUCKYs wasn't as busy as it had been the night before but that didn't stop Olan from insisting the Barkeep not lower the music any. The older man behind the bar also probably couldn't complain about watching her dance around the empty tables like she had too much energy to burn and no where to burn it. Leather pants were stained and warn from years of use and fit like they were part of her until they belled from her knees to accommodate her boots. She rocked her slender shoulders inside the dirty white shirt absent the vest which was now on the bar near the old man, left behind in her impulse to dance and through her hair around like a rock star. Her hands strumming a guitar that wasn't there and didn't entirely match the music like there was something else playing in that pretty head of hers. =- Com'on Keith! Shake them old bones! -= She encouraged, though his name wasn't Keith, or Kent, or Kyle or any of the other number of names she'd called him since last night, but that was Olan. He afforded her a chuckle and a shake of his head though and continued to write in his ledger with glances at her. Thawnolan only slept once every seventy-two hours and she still had a whole day and a half of time on that count. He hadn't seen anything yet. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Maddox was still wearing those damned mirror-shine goggles that completely hide her eyes and the subsequent (occasional)glow most of the AtVerse wasn't ready for. Her waist length dark hair was braided in three french braids from her crown and temples that merged into one snaking thickly down her back with a cap of Altrutanium carefully formed as more than the weight it appeared to be. Unlike before, however, that green and patched flightsuit was tied around her hips and just under her tool belt with his wonky gagetry and weaponry most wouldn't know how to make heads or tails of. The dancing red-head was one of few the Captain had an inkling could do more than figure out which end is up. Even if she did seem like a silly child with age in her eyes.:: I'd say de 'ead shake counts as bone-shake'n... ::Chiming in helpfully uninvited and with a grin displaying sharp, clean teeth. Her torso rocked a shirt with hand a hand stitched slip-space joke only an eingeer would get on account of it being a formula of cause and effect in slip-space. She was wearing it on purpose as much as she wasn't hiding it under her coveralls on purpose. Fingerless gloved hands propped on one hip as she cocked it curiously and settled her own (trudging for another reason) grav boots with a favor to her right leg as before.:: You ever leave dis place? ::Maddox asked, not one to admit where she'd been herself, she knew asking was a risk, so she asked the next best question instead.::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: Zachariah came from a door that looked like a storage closet but was not. It was too dark behind him to tell there were stairs a few steps into the shadow, for human eyes. The door slid closed as soon as he stepped past its threshold. Cobalt blue eyes for which the killer was known locked on the redhead first. It was easy to spot. Both scarred hands smoothed down the leather front of his buttoned up vest as he watched her dance a moment. He knew who she was though she did not know him. Karl was the Bartenders name and Zachariah knew him too. Entry of the goggle-eyed woman put him in motion and tendered his gaze her way. His steps toward the bar were limber and relaxed for a man of his size and un-cut appearance. Scruff he scratched as he considered the accent as she spoke. The last few strides were taken with a look over his shoulder at the Jack-Pilot he heard rumor was heading a Midway/Hail expedition to the outer rings. His smile widened to a grin as he chuckled in amusement to himself at the thoughts that followed. A hand palmed the bar top before he reached it and turned back to swipe ocean-deep blues over the lady and then to Karl. Baritone voice rumbled like a distant thunder as he up-nodded his order to the barkeep.:: Water, biggest mug you got. :: His chin came down with a thankful nod and the killer claimed his stool one over from the woman with fingerless gloves. :: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| THERE was Gogs, or so was the nickname Olan gave her in her head because she was shit with names. She could see her though she didn't really look at her through the head bobbing and rocking out she was doing when the woman strolled in. She didn't really hear the comment either but Karl thought it was funny and would give her a drink on the house for backing his decline to actually go dance. He was an old man! Thawnolan almost missed the big-guy because he hadn't come from the entry and he hadn't been in there when she came in a few hours earlier-- no, she hadn't been here all night! When the song stopped, which didn't entirely match her dancing, she strummed a few wild air strings and strightened herself running thumbs under the suspenders which were perhaps the only thing different about what she was wearing from the night before. She brushed her hair out of her face like she was going to tie it back but left it down because she didn't want to wear the choker to cover the pilot-port on the back of her neck. Most people hadn't a clue what it was, it was lost-tech to most. |=- 'Course I leave, don't be slag-minded, this aint my latch. -=| She chuckled with a half skip of a walk toward the bar eyeing the large man when he wasn't looking to catch her doing it. |=- Not my fault yous couldn't hang with me all night. -=| She shrugged with a quirk of a smile and a subconsciously wide birth around the man to the other side of the woman where she climbed on the stool like she was going to leap-frog it. She drummed the bar and asked for her own order.|=- Shot'a whiskey Kevin! Put it on my tab. -=| She doesn't have a tab. |=- Shit. No? Alright.. -=|She forgot to pay, who could blame him! To her coin pouch it was then, luckily not empty yet but not as full as she wanted either. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Even behind the goggles she could see further down those steps than any normal human and it took a small effort not to lean forward and tip-toe to see down further still. Only five-six, maybe five-eight in her boots, Maddox wasn't going to win any intimidation competitions, not even with the burns on her right arm and Wingo(Large Raptor Predators) scarring on her left all exposed like it was not-for-not. Still, Gogs grinned at Karl and nodded in thanks to the free drink and pointing out a bottle of Midway dark Beer, nothing fancy this early, just something to wet her pallet. While the Red-head was gabbing at her, Maddox was looking at the big-guy with the beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes the Saborian wondered if her's were so different. Sure, they glow, but so what? Kilu's (A king of treefrog -just made it up-) glows and no one made a fuss about THAT being unnatural! Trying not to get mad at the Living Anscestors, Maddox forwent the barstool and snagged a rag off the bartender's hip to lay on his bar before she perched her ass on it in compramise to their prior conversation about her aversion to using his stools. It was the girl's (woman) suggestion that Maddox couldn't hang which made her eyes focus on all that animation while she slowly sipped her beer and took silent note of what BlueEyes was drinking, losing sight of him as the read head took up Maddox' other side and tried to tab her order. That got a laugh.:: Put it on mine, Karl, de twirl's got spirit, eh? Jus purse yur lips an you could be de Mascot, eh? ::Damn, them Canadians must have had strong genes to keep that eh thing up through eleven thousand years, eh?::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: The killer knew that the pilot was keeping her distance. He knew the rumors about where she came from. He knew a lot of what passed through Midway at no official capacity. It amused him. His water was brought out to him and set on the bar before him. Zachariah shared a look with Karl when the goggled woman set a towel down to sit on the bar. Karl did not like ass on his bar, no matter how nice. The older man gave Zachariah a look he understood and mused over with a smile behind a few gulps of water. The hunter was very good at reading people but found Olan hard to gauge. Maddox was easier even without the eyes which spoke more than the mouth for most people. He stayed out from their conversation but listened and turned his head to look at them both down the bar as he set his water to its top. Did Maddox just tell Olan she could be Ducky's mascot if she pursed her lips? He chuckled a rumbling bubble of deep humor imagining her maybe even watching her give it a try. He had watched her in here before. He watched a lot of people in here in was a gateway into the Underside and sometimes Zachariah liked to play gatekeeper.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| THE scars on the other woman made Olan wonder but she was always too distracted to remember to ask or even think the thoughts out loud. She didn't know or remember about the rules but that didn't likely surprise anyone. She did smirk and look at Maddox like the woman was afraid to get bar-germs... The covering of her drink on the other womans tab kept her from saying it and she grinned widely and lifted her shot in cheers, and yes, she did pucker her lips like a duck and straight-faced, cocked her head in a curious look to Maddox like she was posing for that you really think so? opinion. She wiggled in a snake like fashion looking behind the bar and trying to catch herself in a reflection to see what she looked like for herself before abandoning to take the shot like she just remembered she was holding onto it. Hard to imagine she was one of, if not thee best pilot in the known At-verse, but that's what the rumors said... all her addle brained bullshit aside. |=- Whooo, man always cleans my gut that does. ... So youz an' that Catch youz was with... youz guys freighters or something? -=|Curious, nosey, take your pick, she said what she thought because she'd never say anything if she tried to think about what she said before she said it. The man's laughs hadn't gone unnoticed but she got mixed vibes from him and the ones that said danger-danger were the ones she was listening to! Olan wasn't a fighter unless she was in the cockpit with a ship arsenal at her fingertiips... or pilot-port as it may be. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Supernovastardust did she love a man who had a rumbling chuckle and THIS guy took the cake enough to make her look at him curiously, those goggles offering him his own reflection and the awkward tilt of her beer bottle toward her lips like she was going to taste the beer like she was tasting his amusement. Not a word though, the pilot got her ping-ponged back to her other side with a roll of her shoulders and one gloved hand bracing behind her so she could lounge and get BlueEyes in her enhanced peripheral. Checking both of their aura's and body heat, she kept most of her direct focus on the lively pilot asking her a curious question. Nosey indeed, but she could have asked around and the Saborian gave her a few bully points for asking her outright.:: Sometin... what's it to ah Bar-Bunny Toggle-Jockey anyhow? Word in de whispers is dey got you signed onto an expedition out. Outer-rings out...::Easy turn-about with some extra intel on top to push it home and roll the scatter-brain into her pilot-thought and away from the inquisitor-royale. If the presence of the large man on her other side bothered her at all, she wasn't making it obvious.::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: Zachariah thought it was entertaining that the pilot was ignoring him the best she could. She was not the only one who did for that same reason. It was no secret that he was a known assassin in the At-verse. He lifted his water in salute to Maddox's beer and watched her drink it. He was smiling and openly eves dropping on their conversation without any protest from them. He took visual advantage of the lean the woman took on the bar to keep them both in her view. He was not the only one who heard that rumor it seemed. Zachariah looked to Olan with a lift of dark bushy brows curiously. He was not in their conversation but Maddox wanted him to be. He was thinking about it. His water was finished with another lift to his mouth. Watching both women over the rim so he did not miss anything. Vocals aside they were worth watching. :: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| OLAN was stealing glances at the man enough to know he wasn't minding his own business as much as he wasn't directly engaging in their conversation. Couldn't he pick a side! ? Bright green eyes locked on Maddox in her lean as the answer and question spilled from her mouth. The Jack-pilot wasn't socially cultured enough to know how to lie all that well much less stop herself from answering questions like that on impulse of what she knew. |=- Segue for me ask'n why youz got goggles for eyes I guess... an yeah I was approached for it ansd far as I know, gots it, but they're all cut-tongue on the details..-=| Maybe just with her because they heard the rumors about her babbling too. |=- Aint no shake for me though, I've flown further than the rings before, but this'll be the first exped I've been 1st Pilot on, that's exciting... you go'n on it? -=| Hopeful to have someone she sorta knew? Yes, she wasn't confident she could make friends all that well. Particularly not of the male variety and Maddox seemed comfortable around them, even one like BlueEyes which Olan decided she wanted, even if she hadn't the slightest how to get it. Sticking around Gogs seemed like a good start to the 40-something year old woman who'd lived through time longer than that. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::BlueEyes didn't have Maddox figured as easy as he thought he did, but she wasn't in the habit of letting herself be known. Still, he wasn't wrong in thinking he was on her mind in some conversational capcity. This one was just focused on the pilot. One that had her tentative and quiet with a sip of her beer until the red-head suggested Maddox might be going on the trip. It was funny, because she'd been out there. It was funny, because she wasn't even a Waveian, but she didn't say of that, she just laughed out loud and looked at the woman a little increadulously before shaking her head.:: Nah, but I be 'op'in (hopeing) you don forget dis place so you cen tell us 'bout what you find out dere, eh? ::She sounded genuinely curious and eager to know because she was. The Catai hadn't been heard from in so long it was only Saborian pride that kept them from knocking on their planetary door and saying 'uh hey... noticed this mass influx of people? The Nahili are blaming us, you want to come out of slumber and help?' That would be admitting they couldn't do it on their own and everyone likes to think they are better than they were before.::-d-
Deadmans Heart:
:: The way that Olan spoke was odd but not accented like Maddox. Both of which he liked listening to. Zachariah was amused at the question about the goggles and smirked looking to Maddox. He watched the goggle eyed woman while Olan answered. Rumors were true, even the ones about her flying the Exodus though she was being vague about that detail he noticed. He did not know he would be off in his knowing of Maddox for the fact she was Saborian. A culture he knew nothing about. Maddox laughed at the notion she might be going on the trip. His eyes followed down her body as the motion moved her and then cut to Olan. Another question aimed at the off-kilter pilot. Zachariah was curious to learn if the youthful looking woman believed they would be coming back. Was she at least confident in that? Karl, the barkeep, was on top of things and had refilled the large mans water. He picked that mug up and drank a little more as his free hand fished dried meat from a vest breast pocket. He popped the piece in his mouth for a savored chew as he set the mug down and did not remove his eyes from Olan.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| LAUGHING was answer enough though Olan watched wide-eyed for an answer anyway and then found her brows knitting as she tried to hear the words. Olan had to think them through again with less effort to listen so she could just hear the sounds and know the words. It was much easier to understand that way and she smiled in a delayed fashion as the understanding came to her. |=- I'ma creature of habit I'll be back! I just hope the crew can keep up. I'm wonder'n who theyz ganna get for it. I mean, they bleed yer ears about the possibility we might not come back but.. I'll be fly'n. -=| Cocky didn't begin to cover the factual nonchalance that came from her when she said it, posture and all. When everyone who flys with you tells you you're the best they've seen you believe it. It was also because she'd litterally been engineered for it but that was one thing she made an effort not to advertise. Who knew what an Inc-Baby was anymore anyway? Wasn't like any of these worlds had her picture on a poster somewhere. The unyielding gaze of Zachariah was like a weight to her, her mind converting it that way and stressing her on what to do about it. |=- Whyz he hawk-eye'n me? I don't think I like that,... look away Thawny, just pretend youz don't see 'em. -=|Whispered mumbling of thoughts she didn't realize she was sharing as she flagged the barkeep with a point to her shotglass for another one. Not that it would actually help her, she liked to think it had that power and thought was power right? She could fly a ship with her mind! |=- [d]
Bound but free:
::BlueEyes felt not unlike a Wingo. Pure, cold-blooded killer with the intelligence to work alone, within a group. Maddox was pretty sure he'd be content to watch unless he got hungry. Right now, he only seemed hungry for water and the Bar-keep was taking care of that. Of course, it was pretty clear he was unnerving the pilot and Maddox thought it was kind of cute to watch her squirm. Not minding the way her own abs fluttered and tightened when she felt his eyes take a gander at her laughing body. It was funny! Goggles on the creature-of-habit she lifted her beer in a silent cheers to that, pleased to hear it and amused by the young woman's admission of concern about the crew. She DID seem to have a lot of energy.:: Dat so? S'pose et be ah good sign dat you're still 'ere, an all. ::Means she didn't fuckup and die in a mission yet, it was a start! Maddox didn't know she was ported or how extensive her resume, but she had her cousin working on it. JSS thought their security was top-of-the-line but they didn't know Saborians were among them and with thousands of years head start and an alien-special upgrade. She'd probably have it by dinner, but it was still lunch and her beer was still cold.:: You wasn't just talk'n to yourself just then, by the way... ::Leaning closer toward the red-head with a whisper of friendly information that didn't even take her hand off the bar so she could lean right back onto it.::-d
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| YES he did make her uneasy! Olan was a total girl around men she found attractive and an evasive avoider when they intimidated her with vibes of danger. She couldn't help it, she was a product of conditioning and her occupation. She danced a little on the stool as she watched Karl bring her the refill on her shot and looked to Maddox without sideglancing Zachariah when the woman quipped about her still being here. Olan laughed lightly and nodded her head in agreement to that logic but looked surprised and momentarily confused when Maddox told her she wasn't talking to herself. Then her brows shot up and she looked a little apologetic, unsure about what exactly she'd said out loud and assuming it had to be about one or both of them since most of her current thoughts were; scattered through her brain as they were. |=- Heh, I do that some times... you send long enough in a cockpit by yourself I guess youz forget how to think to your self. -=| Yes, Olan was being inclusive of other pilots because she liked to think she wasn't the only one who did it, even if she was one of a handful. Aviation Masterpiece hadn't been making pilots for their social abilities, they made them to fly the Exodus. Thawnolan smiled at the woman and tossed her shot into the back of her throat making a face that expressed how it burned as she swallowed it and peered a quick side-glance to Zachariah chewing on something, she'd missed what. It reminded her she was hungry and those bright greens went looking for the Barkeep again-- he waved her off like he knew what she was going to ask. Being who she was made her memorable and times like these she was glad for it, evidant by the grin on her face. She might not have come to Ducky's as much as she thought she did but it was enough that the old man knew she could and would eat like a pig. |=- [ d]
Bound but free:
::It really WAS hard to believe this twirl was a space-maverick. Some sort of piloting genius with a connection to her ships. Maddox didn't realize how literal that was, but nevertheless, it was hard to take this woman seriously and yet, hard not to. Knowing what she meant about spending time in the pit didn't mean she had to admit it. Instead, Maddox tilted her head and curiously wondered allowed, making nothing of her outburst:: How long is long enough , for you? ::Yeah, at fifty-seven herself, Maddox was curious how old this kid really was, or rather, how much toggle time had her speaking like her birds fly true every time she's in the pilots chair. Excited to be the first pilot, but not doubting her abilities. It was in her nature to consider things and this AtVersian was no different. They were so similar and yet so different, everything seemed of some import. Including that silent know-how going on between her and thebarkeep over BlueEyes munching. She really didn't stop, did she? The Captain of the Knox Flag Ship chuckled and took another sip of her beer.::-d
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| ASKING the Earthling about her flight experience was like taking the red pill and going down the rabbit-hole of reality from the skewed and not always time-line accurate memory of the arguably addle-brained pilot. But there it was as casual as her curiosity and Olan was too impulsive not answer that question like a badge of honor. |=- In total over forty years, most of it in and out of slip-space running on decade-plus paths. -=| She gave a firm nod of her head in confirmation of that fact and at least stopped herself from spilling her flight history like word-vomit. See, the whiskey was helping! She quietly drummed on the bar watching the other woman and waiting for the barkeep to bring her something to eat-- was that also on Gogs' tab? Olan wasn't going to ask and jinx it, but she did have another question as she bounced a little to the music she made and that which played over the speakers... quieter but she didn't notice and Karl probably was amused at how easily she was distracted from things that seemed so important just before. |=- Howz about you? I reckon youz a toggle-jocky too eh? -=| Took one to see one? It was probably one of the few professions Olan can spot because of her own personal experience with it though she could tell enough that wasn't all the woman did. It made the redhead briefly wonder if that was her problem, she only really knew how to fly. |=-[d]
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
The next day from our previous RP.
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An afternoon (station time) at DUCKYs ...
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Prodigal Aviator:
-=HAD she even left? Really... the red-haired Jack-pilot born before The World Asunder was still wearing the same thing or so it appeared. Those dark grav-boots that almost seemed too light to be what they were, or maybe her legs were just that used to lugging their weight to make it look effortless. Afternoon (Midway Station Time) DUCKYs wasn't as busy as it had been the night before but that didn't stop Olan from insisting the Barkeep not lower the music any. The older man behind the bar also probably couldn't complain about watching her dance around the empty tables like she had too much energy to burn and no where to burn it. Leather pants were stained and warn from years of use and fit like they were part of her until they belled from her knees to accommodate her boots. She rocked her slender shoulders inside the dirty white shirt absent the vest which was now on the bar near the old man, left behind in her impulse to dance and through her hair around like a rock star. Her hands strumming a guitar that wasn't there and didn't entirely match the music like there was something else playing in that pretty head of hers. =- Com'on Keith! Shake them old bones! -= She encouraged, though his name wasn't Keith, or Kent, or Kyle or any of the other number of names she'd called him since last night, but that was Olan. He afforded her a chuckle and a shake of his head though and continued to write in his ledger with glances at her. Thawnolan only slept once every seventy-two hours and she still had a whole day and a half of time on that count. He hadn't seen anything yet. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Maddox was still wearing those damned mirror-shine goggles that completely hide her eyes and the subsequent (occasional)glow most of the AtVerse wasn't ready for. Her waist length dark hair was braided in three french braids from her crown and temples that merged into one snaking thickly down her back with a cap of Altrutanium carefully formed as more than the weight it appeared to be. Unlike before, however, that green and patched flightsuit was tied around her hips and just under her tool belt with his wonky gagetry and weaponry most wouldn't know how to make heads or tails of. The dancing red-head was one of few the Captain had an inkling could do more than figure out which end is up. Even if she did seem like a silly child with age in her eyes.:: I'd say de 'ead shake counts as bone-shake'n... ::Chiming in helpfully uninvited and with a grin displaying sharp, clean teeth. Her torso rocked a shirt with hand a hand stitched slip-space joke only an eingeer would get on account of it being a formula of cause and effect in slip-space. She was wearing it on purpose as much as she wasn't hiding it under her coveralls on purpose. Fingerless gloved hands propped on one hip as she cocked it curiously and settled her own (trudging for another reason) grav boots with a favor to her right leg as before.:: You ever leave dis place? ::Maddox asked, not one to admit where she'd been herself, she knew asking was a risk, so she asked the next best question instead.::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: Zachariah came from a door that looked like a storage closet but was not. It was too dark behind him to tell there were stairs a few steps into the shadow, for human eyes. The door slid closed as soon as he stepped past its threshold. Cobalt blue eyes for which the killer was known locked on the redhead first. It was easy to spot. Both scarred hands smoothed down the leather front of his buttoned up vest as he watched her dance a moment. He knew who she was though she did not know him. Karl was the Bartenders name and Zachariah knew him too. Entry of the goggle-eyed woman put him in motion and tendered his gaze her way. His steps toward the bar were limber and relaxed for a man of his size and un-cut appearance. Scruff he scratched as he considered the accent as she spoke. The last few strides were taken with a look over his shoulder at the Jack-Pilot he heard rumor was heading a Midway/Hail expedition to the outer rings. His smile widened to a grin as he chuckled in amusement to himself at the thoughts that followed. A hand palmed the bar top before he reached it and turned back to swipe ocean-deep blues over the lady and then to Karl. Baritone voice rumbled like a distant thunder as he up-nodded his order to the barkeep.:: Water, biggest mug you got. :: His chin came down with a thankful nod and the killer claimed his stool one over from the woman with fingerless gloves. :: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| THERE was Gogs, or so was the nickname Olan gave her in her head because she was shit with names. She could see her though she didn't really look at her through the head bobbing and rocking out she was doing when the woman strolled in. She didn't really hear the comment either but Karl thought it was funny and would give her a drink on the house for backing his decline to actually go dance. He was an old man! Thawnolan almost missed the big-guy because he hadn't come from the entry and he hadn't been in there when she came in a few hours earlier-- no, she hadn't been here all night! When the song stopped, which didn't entirely match her dancing, she strummed a few wild air strings and strightened herself running thumbs under the suspenders which were perhaps the only thing different about what she was wearing from the night before. She brushed her hair out of her face like she was going to tie it back but left it down because she didn't want to wear the choker to cover the pilot-port on the back of her neck. Most people hadn't a clue what it was, it was lost-tech to most. |=- 'Course I leave, don't be slag-minded, this aint my latch. -=| She chuckled with a half skip of a walk toward the bar eyeing the large man when he wasn't looking to catch her doing it. |=- Not my fault yous couldn't hang with me all night. -=| She shrugged with a quirk of a smile and a subconsciously wide birth around the man to the other side of the woman where she climbed on the stool like she was going to leap-frog it. She drummed the bar and asked for her own order.|=- Shot'a whiskey Kevin! Put it on my tab. -=| She doesn't have a tab. |=- Shit. No? Alright.. -=|She forgot to pay, who could blame him! To her coin pouch it was then, luckily not empty yet but not as full as she wanted either. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Even behind the goggles she could see further down those steps than any normal human and it took a small effort not to lean forward and tip-toe to see down further still. Only five-six, maybe five-eight in her boots, Maddox wasn't going to win any intimidation competitions, not even with the burns on her right arm and Wingo(Large Raptor Predators) scarring on her left all exposed like it was not-for-not. Still, Gogs grinned at Karl and nodded in thanks to the free drink and pointing out a bottle of Midway dark Beer, nothing fancy this early, just something to wet her pallet. While the Red-head was gabbing at her, Maddox was looking at the big-guy with the beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes the Saborian wondered if her's were so different. Sure, they glow, but so what? Kilu's (A king of treefrog -just made it up-) glows and no one made a fuss about THAT being unnatural! Trying not to get mad at the Living Anscestors, Maddox forwent the barstool and snagged a rag off the bartender's hip to lay on his bar before she perched her ass on it in compramise to their prior conversation about her aversion to using his stools. It was the girl's (woman) suggestion that Maddox couldn't hang which made her eyes focus on all that animation while she slowly sipped her beer and took silent note of what BlueEyes was drinking, losing sight of him as the read head took up Maddox' other side and tried to tab her order. That got a laugh.:: Put it on mine, Karl, de twirl's got spirit, eh? Jus purse yur lips an you could be de Mascot, eh? ::Damn, them Canadians must have had strong genes to keep that eh thing up through eleven thousand years, eh?::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: The killer knew that the pilot was keeping her distance. He knew the rumors about where she came from. He knew a lot of what passed through Midway at no official capacity. It amused him. His water was brought out to him and set on the bar before him. Zachariah shared a look with Karl when the goggled woman set a towel down to sit on the bar. Karl did not like ass on his bar, no matter how nice. The older man gave Zachariah a look he understood and mused over with a smile behind a few gulps of water. The hunter was very good at reading people but found Olan hard to gauge. Maddox was easier even without the eyes which spoke more than the mouth for most people. He stayed out from their conversation but listened and turned his head to look at them both down the bar as he set his water to its top. Did Maddox just tell Olan she could be Ducky's mascot if she pursed her lips? He chuckled a rumbling bubble of deep humor imagining her maybe even watching her give it a try. He had watched her in here before. He watched a lot of people in here in was a gateway into the Underside and sometimes Zachariah liked to play gatekeeper.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| THE scars on the other woman made Olan wonder but she was always too distracted to remember to ask or even think the thoughts out loud. She didn't know or remember about the rules but that didn't likely surprise anyone. She did smirk and look at Maddox like the woman was afraid to get bar-germs... The covering of her drink on the other womans tab kept her from saying it and she grinned widely and lifted her shot in cheers, and yes, she did pucker her lips like a duck and straight-faced, cocked her head in a curious look to Maddox like she was posing for that you really think so? opinion. She wiggled in a snake like fashion looking behind the bar and trying to catch herself in a reflection to see what she looked like for herself before abandoning to take the shot like she just remembered she was holding onto it. Hard to imagine she was one of, if not thee best pilot in the known At-verse, but that's what the rumors said... all her addle brained bullshit aside. |=- Whooo, man always cleans my gut that does. ... So youz an' that Catch youz was with... youz guys freighters or something? -=|Curious, nosey, take your pick, she said what she thought because she'd never say anything if she tried to think about what she said before she said it. The man's laughs hadn't gone unnoticed but she got mixed vibes from him and the ones that said danger-danger were the ones she was listening to! Olan wasn't a fighter unless she was in the cockpit with a ship arsenal at her fingertiips... or pilot-port as it may be. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::Supernovastardust did she love a man who had a rumbling chuckle and THIS guy took the cake enough to make her look at him curiously, those goggles offering him his own reflection and the awkward tilt of her beer bottle toward her lips like she was going to taste the beer like she was tasting his amusement. Not a word though, the pilot got her ping-ponged back to her other side with a roll of her shoulders and one gloved hand bracing behind her so she could lounge and get BlueEyes in her enhanced peripheral. Checking both of their aura's and body heat, she kept most of her direct focus on the lively pilot asking her a curious question. Nosey indeed, but she could have asked around and the Saborian gave her a few bully points for asking her outright.:: Sometin... what's it to ah Bar-Bunny Toggle-Jockey anyhow? Word in de whispers is dey got you signed onto an expedition out. Outer-rings out...::Easy turn-about with some extra intel on top to push it home and roll the scatter-brain into her pilot-thought and away from the inquisitor-royale. If the presence of the large man on her other side bothered her at all, she wasn't making it obvious.::-d
Deadmans Heart:
:: Zachariah thought it was entertaining that the pilot was ignoring him the best she could. She was not the only one who did for that same reason. It was no secret that he was a known assassin in the At-verse. He lifted his water in salute to Maddox's beer and watched her drink it. He was smiling and openly eves dropping on their conversation without any protest from them. He took visual advantage of the lean the woman took on the bar to keep them both in her view. He was not the only one who heard that rumor it seemed. Zachariah looked to Olan with a lift of dark bushy brows curiously. He was not in their conversation but Maddox wanted him to be. He was thinking about it. His water was finished with another lift to his mouth. Watching both women over the rim so he did not miss anything. Vocals aside they were worth watching. :: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| OLAN was stealing glances at the man enough to know he wasn't minding his own business as much as he wasn't directly engaging in their conversation. Couldn't he pick a side! ? Bright green eyes locked on Maddox in her lean as the answer and question spilled from her mouth. The Jack-pilot wasn't socially cultured enough to know how to lie all that well much less stop herself from answering questions like that on impulse of what she knew. |=- Segue for me ask'n why youz got goggles for eyes I guess... an yeah I was approached for it ansd far as I know, gots it, but they're all cut-tongue on the details..-=| Maybe just with her because they heard the rumors about her babbling too. |=- Aint no shake for me though, I've flown further than the rings before, but this'll be the first exped I've been 1st Pilot on, that's exciting... you go'n on it? -=| Hopeful to have someone she sorta knew? Yes, she wasn't confident she could make friends all that well. Particularly not of the male variety and Maddox seemed comfortable around them, even one like BlueEyes which Olan decided she wanted, even if she hadn't the slightest how to get it. Sticking around Gogs seemed like a good start to the 40-something year old woman who'd lived through time longer than that. |=-[d]
Bound but free:
::BlueEyes didn't have Maddox figured as easy as he thought he did, but she wasn't in the habit of letting herself be known. Still, he wasn't wrong in thinking he was on her mind in some conversational capcity. This one was just focused on the pilot. One that had her tentative and quiet with a sip of her beer until the red-head suggested Maddox might be going on the trip. It was funny, because she'd been out there. It was funny, because she wasn't even a Waveian, but she didn't say of that, she just laughed out loud and looked at the woman a little increadulously before shaking her head.:: Nah, but I be 'op'in (hopeing) you don forget dis place so you cen tell us 'bout what you find out dere, eh? ::She sounded genuinely curious and eager to know because she was. The Catai hadn't been heard from in so long it was only Saborian pride that kept them from knocking on their planetary door and saying 'uh hey... noticed this mass influx of people? The Nahili are blaming us, you want to come out of slumber and help?' That would be admitting they couldn't do it on their own and everyone likes to think they are better than they were before.::-d-
Deadmans Heart:
:: The way that Olan spoke was odd but not accented like Maddox. Both of which he liked listening to. Zachariah was amused at the question about the goggles and smirked looking to Maddox. He watched the goggle eyed woman while Olan answered. Rumors were true, even the ones about her flying the Exodus though she was being vague about that detail he noticed. He did not know he would be off in his knowing of Maddox for the fact she was Saborian. A culture he knew nothing about. Maddox laughed at the notion she might be going on the trip. His eyes followed down her body as the motion moved her and then cut to Olan. Another question aimed at the off-kilter pilot. Zachariah was curious to learn if the youthful looking woman believed they would be coming back. Was she at least confident in that? Karl, the barkeep, was on top of things and had refilled the large mans water. He picked that mug up and drank a little more as his free hand fished dried meat from a vest breast pocket. He popped the piece in his mouth for a savored chew as he set the mug down and did not remove his eyes from Olan.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| LAUGHING was answer enough though Olan watched wide-eyed for an answer anyway and then found her brows knitting as she tried to hear the words. Olan had to think them through again with less effort to listen so she could just hear the sounds and know the words. It was much easier to understand that way and she smiled in a delayed fashion as the understanding came to her. |=- I'ma creature of habit I'll be back! I just hope the crew can keep up. I'm wonder'n who theyz ganna get for it. I mean, they bleed yer ears about the possibility we might not come back but.. I'll be fly'n. -=| Cocky didn't begin to cover the factual nonchalance that came from her when she said it, posture and all. When everyone who flys with you tells you you're the best they've seen you believe it. It was also because she'd litterally been engineered for it but that was one thing she made an effort not to advertise. Who knew what an Inc-Baby was anymore anyway? Wasn't like any of these worlds had her picture on a poster somewhere. The unyielding gaze of Zachariah was like a weight to her, her mind converting it that way and stressing her on what to do about it. |=- Whyz he hawk-eye'n me? I don't think I like that,... look away Thawny, just pretend youz don't see 'em. -=|Whispered mumbling of thoughts she didn't realize she was sharing as she flagged the barkeep with a point to her shotglass for another one. Not that it would actually help her, she liked to think it had that power and thought was power right? She could fly a ship with her mind! |=- [d]
Bound but free:
::BlueEyes felt not unlike a Wingo. Pure, cold-blooded killer with the intelligence to work alone, within a group. Maddox was pretty sure he'd be content to watch unless he got hungry. Right now, he only seemed hungry for water and the Bar-keep was taking care of that. Of course, it was pretty clear he was unnerving the pilot and Maddox thought it was kind of cute to watch her squirm. Not minding the way her own abs fluttered and tightened when she felt his eyes take a gander at her laughing body. It was funny! Goggles on the creature-of-habit she lifted her beer in a silent cheers to that, pleased to hear it and amused by the young woman's admission of concern about the crew. She DID seem to have a lot of energy.:: Dat so? S'pose et be ah good sign dat you're still 'ere, an all. ::Means she didn't fuckup and die in a mission yet, it was a start! Maddox didn't know she was ported or how extensive her resume, but she had her cousin working on it. JSS thought their security was top-of-the-line but they didn't know Saborians were among them and with thousands of years head start and an alien-special upgrade. She'd probably have it by dinner, but it was still lunch and her beer was still cold.:: You wasn't just talk'n to yourself just then, by the way... ::Leaning closer toward the red-head with a whisper of friendly information that didn't even take her hand off the bar so she could lean right back onto it.::-d
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| YES he did make her uneasy! Olan was a total girl around men she found attractive and an evasive avoider when they intimidated her with vibes of danger. She couldn't help it, she was a product of conditioning and her occupation. She danced a little on the stool as she watched Karl bring her the refill on her shot and looked to Maddox without sideglancing Zachariah when the woman quipped about her still being here. Olan laughed lightly and nodded her head in agreement to that logic but looked surprised and momentarily confused when Maddox told her she wasn't talking to herself. Then her brows shot up and she looked a little apologetic, unsure about what exactly she'd said out loud and assuming it had to be about one or both of them since most of her current thoughts were; scattered through her brain as they were. |=- Heh, I do that some times... you send long enough in a cockpit by yourself I guess youz forget how to think to your self. -=| Yes, Olan was being inclusive of other pilots because she liked to think she wasn't the only one who did it, even if she was one of a handful. Aviation Masterpiece hadn't been making pilots for their social abilities, they made them to fly the Exodus. Thawnolan smiled at the woman and tossed her shot into the back of her throat making a face that expressed how it burned as she swallowed it and peered a quick side-glance to Zachariah chewing on something, she'd missed what. It reminded her she was hungry and those bright greens went looking for the Barkeep again-- he waved her off like he knew what she was going to ask. Being who she was made her memorable and times like these she was glad for it, evidant by the grin on her face. She might not have come to Ducky's as much as she thought she did but it was enough that the old man knew she could and would eat like a pig. |=- [ d]
Bound but free:
::It really WAS hard to believe this twirl was a space-maverick. Some sort of piloting genius with a connection to her ships. Maddox didn't realize how literal that was, but nevertheless, it was hard to take this woman seriously and yet, hard not to. Knowing what she meant about spending time in the pit didn't mean she had to admit it. Instead, Maddox tilted her head and curiously wondered allowed, making nothing of her outburst:: How long is long enough , for you? ::Yeah, at fifty-seven herself, Maddox was curious how old this kid really was, or rather, how much toggle time had her speaking like her birds fly true every time she's in the pilots chair. Excited to be the first pilot, but not doubting her abilities. It was in her nature to consider things and this AtVersian was no different. They were so similar and yet so different, everything seemed of some import. Including that silent know-how going on between her and thebarkeep over BlueEyes munching. She really didn't stop, did she? The Captain of the Knox Flag Ship chuckled and took another sip of her beer.::-d
Prodigal Aviator:
-=| ASKING the Earthling about her flight experience was like taking the red pill and going down the rabbit-hole of reality from the skewed and not always time-line accurate memory of the arguably addle-brained pilot. But there it was as casual as her curiosity and Olan was too impulsive not answer that question like a badge of honor. |=- In total over forty years, most of it in and out of slip-space running on decade-plus paths. -=| She gave a firm nod of her head in confirmation of that fact and at least stopped herself from spilling her flight history like word-vomit. See, the whiskey was helping! She quietly drummed on the bar watching the other woman and waiting for the barkeep to bring her something to eat-- was that also on Gogs' tab? Olan wasn't going to ask and jinx it, but she did have another question as she bounced a little to the music she made and that which played over the speakers... quieter but she didn't notice and Karl probably was amused at how easily she was distracted from things that seemed so important just before. |=- Howz about you? I reckon youz a toggle-jocky too eh? -=| Took one to see one? It was probably one of the few professions Olan can spot because of her own personal experience with it though she could tell enough that wasn't all the woman did. It made the redhead briefly wonder if that was her problem, she only really knew how to fly. |=-[d]