The Ashlanders - Chapter 6: The Blind Man's Last Gambit (Closed, Started)

[Terratina.]

"I apologize for the delay. Grab your things and meet by the crawler outside. We depart ASAP."

There was little else to do but to follow orders, as was the case most of the time. Jun picked up the case containing the sniper rifle and its various pieces. It was just a weapon, built to be deadly, but it was also something Jun had carried with him for quite a while he had gotten to know all of its tricks: the back-up iron-sight, the bayonet mount, the adjustable sights... He could go on. It was a sniper rifle perfect for a small squad like the one he was in: it increased the effective range of fire of the squad. Not to mention its reliability, apparently it was a hand-me-down from an Imperial Guard who got killed in action, so who knew how old it was? But enough about the gun. With no one to operate it, it was just a piece of junk.

It was the same with people, in a way - once you had no use for them, they were junk. Easy to get rid of as well, just one shot in the head... Or jugular, or even the common carotid arteries, if the conditions were right... Jun longed for the day when he could finally leave the band of clowns. But then again, why would he? Jun just knew how to be a soldier and he would probably end up serving another 'Lord' in another army in another land he cared little for and knew hardly anything about. Nevertheless, thoughts like that were useless. And so, Jun ignored Bryan's redundant remark and stepped outside to the crawler. Without further ado, he took a back seat, both literally and figuratively. The others could make meaningless noise all they wanted, Jun didn't care.

 

[ProtoChimp]

Alex sat at her home. Preparing a dinner for her son and one of his school friends who was staying over. She was tired after a long day of dealing with her officers complaining of cuts from her wages. She hated having to tell them they were losing more money but she also hated those who blamed her. Some people needed to be disciplined, even if she understood their anger she wasn't going to let them blame her. She stood at the oven looking on the dinner while her son was in the main room with one of his friends. Alex felt a little better, chuckling at the fact that the same girl had been coming over for dinner the past few days.

Meanwhile in the front room Austin and his friend Stacy were talking. "Sorry about my dad, he can be a jerk sometimes." said the girl.

"Don't worry he's a teacher, its kinda what he does." said Austin with a cheeky smile.

"Hey!" the girl shouted, "thats my dad Austin!"

"I'm kidding I'm kidding." he laughed.

"Yeah well..." she pouted. "It still wasn't funny."

"Fine I'm sorry, and he isn't that bad." he said apologetically.

"Well... what's up with your dad anyway?" Stacy asked, immediately being shushed by Austin.

"Please don't ask about my dad. I'm sorry I joked about yours, but whenever my dad is mentioned my mom gets upset." He clearly looked worried.

"Oh why what's up?" Stacy said, looking more concerned.

"I don't know, but everyone always shuts up about dad's when I'm around. I have no idea but I think he did something bad, either that or maybe he died or something. I-I really don't know just don't mention anything when my mom comes in."

"Yeah okay, sorry. And nevermind about my da-" she said but was interupted.

"Don't worry I was being mean." he said.

"Dinner's ready." Alex shouted from the other room. Austin put a finger to his lips and Stacy nodded in response.

 

[Fappy]

Pixie left the pair and started down the hall, towards her abode. As she passed by the "guest room" she could hear Florian's voice.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No, I don't believe so. I--" She silenced herself mid-sentence as Pixie entered the room.

"Mornin', ladies," She said before turning her attention towards Florian. "Ya' have a second?"

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"Not that I like waiting when Aesop and Silo are getting reamed by banditos."

Bennie grimaced, "Sorry Jake, but that's how it's got to be." He stretched, cracking his back in the process as he started for the door. "Try to get some rest, will ya'? Shit's only going to get tougher, ya' know. 'Night."

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"I've already talked enough, I refuse to talk anymore."

"No," Silo said. "Don't go doing something stupid like that unless there's no other choice. Try to hang in there, okay? There's a chance you can still make it out of here alive if you can hold out long enough. Meredith would never abandon one of her own."

He laid his head up against the wall and closed his eyes. He looked exhausted, "I know you haven't been a Maiden long, but believe me when I tell you this: you're family to Pixie and she'd hate to see another one of her own go down... so wait until there's no other option... got it?"

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"We can buy fancier duds now."

Sprout smirked, "Before 'er after we get 'ar bellies full n' wet 'ar whistles?!" It was clear he was excited for the night to come. He'd seen plenty of wild parties growing up among the Maidens, but he'd always felt like an outsider. Now he and Lilith were the stars of the show. They'd go down stairs and drink with all the city's lowlifes and whores.

"The girls 'er already comin' out, Lily! Les' git down there before they're all taken'!" He shouted, yanking on her wrist.

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Tsubaki was happy to see the crawler had been properly prepped before her arrival. Everything was tied down and ready for a long-distance trip across the rugged ashlands. Eventually her men joined her outside, now dressed as she was in their disguises: bandits of the Wilks-Vine family. Their scarves would be hidden until they left the city so as to not raise suspicion. This dome was the family's territory, after all.

Tsubaki gave Jun a knowing look, one he'd grown to understand as "you're taking charge". In this case it implied he was driving first. She slammed the passenger door shut and made one final sweep of the cabin to ensure everything was in place while the others piled in. Once she was content she turned around in her seat so as to get eyes on all her men, "This will be a rather long trip, gentlemen. Once we're out of the city you may all speak freely. Though..." She paused for a moment, her expression unchanged. "Do be mindful of what you say. I don't want to have to break O'Laffery's nose again."

She hadn't actually broken his nose, but that's how Asad always told the story. When Tsubaki recalled the story, however, it was flat and ill-timed. Mentioning it now, it sounded more like a threat than a joke. Maybe she had a sense of humor after all... just a really hostile one.

 

[Daystar Clarion]

"Before 'er after we get 'ar bellies full n' wet 'ar whistles?!"

Lilith smiled gently as she put the bullion back in the case. What the hell, this Borelli is friends with Cranston, no way he'd rob us. She lifted up the edge of the mattress and slid the briefcase underneath it. "Should be fine in there for now." Besides, if they were gonna get drunk, it was probably for the best that they weren't carrying around a ridiculous amount of cash.

The boy was excited, he wasn't do a very good job at hiding it. Lilith didn't mind though, he deserved to let his hair down, at least for tonight. She chuckled as he grabbed hold of her wrist.

"The girls 'er already comin' out, Lily! Les' git down there before they're all taken'!"

She put on her best airs and graces. "Axel Socrates Monroe! Don't you manhandle me before we go whoring!" She raised a hand to her forehead, as if she were going to faint, letting him drag her out of the room.


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Asad placed his rifle securely in the trunk of the crawler, walking to the left side of vehicle, he hopped into the back seat.

Crossing his arms across his chest, he waited as Tsubaki finished her checks. Turning around in her seat, she looked at the three of them.

This will be a rather long trip, gentlemen. Once we're out of the city you may all speak freely. Though... Do be mindful of what you say. I don't want to have to break O'Laffery's nose again."

Asad raised an eyebrow as he glanced to his side, sharing a small grin with Bryan. He raised a hand to his mouth, coughing slightly, a small smirk on his face. "Aye ma'am."

 

[The Funslinger]

"Try to get some rest, will ya'? Shit's only going to get tougher, ya' know. 'Night."

Ruffles grunted in response and put his had back down in his chair.

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At the trunk of the crawler, Bryan slipped the sheath of his swords into a matte black sleeve and tightened it. Better for his weapon to look more in keeping with Wilkes-Vines. Then, he bounded into the back of the crawler, stretching his arms out behind the head rests.

"Do be mindful of what you say. I don't want to have to break O'Laffery's nose again."

He glanced at Asad and flashed him a wide grin. "Gotta love strong women, don'tcha? Commander knows I like it rough."

 

[ProtoChimp]

"No, don't go doing something stupid like that unless there's no other choice." 'Something stupid? Thats all I really know.' "Try to hang in there, okay? There's a chance you can still make it out of here alive if you can hold out long enough. Meredith would never abandon one of her own."

Silo adjusted himself. He was destroyed. Maybe it would have been better to save two bullets for them both... but Meredith coming to save him? Aesop didn't doubt Silo he just... 'Stop feeling sorry for yourself look at Silo for fuck sake. You've got it easy you ungrateful fuck.' "I know you haven't been a Maiden long, but believe me when I tell you this: you're family to Pixie and she'd hate to see another one of her own go down... so wait until there's no other option... got it?"

"I... alright... I got it. Guess I was taking the easy way out." Aesop crawled his way over to sit side by side with Silo. "I'll take all their shit. But if I think I'm gonna snap, if I think I'm gonna say anything then I'm gonna have to. But I promise I'll try and stay..." Aesop had to stop as everything he had been thinking up to this point had hit him upside the head. "Fuck I'm sorry I've been feeling sorry for myself forever... fucking... shit I..." Aesop paused and grunted before continuing. "If they do... if they do kill you tomorrow I figure I should tell you my real name, its stupid I know but hell it might be, I dunno comforting or... its stupid and doesn't mean much but," he leaned in and whispered his name into Silo's ear. "I know its weird me telling you my old name I just thought it'd be wrong not to tell you... I'm just gonna shut up or..." Aesop stumbled like an oaf over his words before forcing a chuckle and saying, "hey, don't you find it a bit odd Meredith sent out all the black and brown people on the same mission? Do redheads not like darkies or something?"

'That's right... bad humour, keep it up dumbass, he hasn't got long. And smile for fuck sake, camera's rolling.'

 

[Dogmatic99]

"Mornin', ladies," She said before turning her attention towards Florian. "Ya' have a second?"

"Of course." Florian nodded. "Excuse us." He said, addressing the nobles before he turned to leave.

He and the captain stepped out into the hallway, Florian made sure to shut the door behind him, Elizabeth and Josephine were still their captives after all.

"So, we going to get to work soon... well... you going to get to work soon?"

 

[Terratina.]

The Commander's "you're taking charge" look was met with the usual look from Jun, as if to say, "I'd better be the one in charge, fine." He quickly switched to the driver's seat, started the engine up and began driving. Nevertheless, what she had said was true, it would be a long trip. As the topic of keeping their mouths shut until they were out of the city, well, Jun really didn't feel like saying anything, both out of a general distain for meaningless drivel and the fact that he just couldn't relax while on a mission. In any case, Asad and Bryan would probably end up singing silly songs or something and that was enough to be worried about.

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Maria stormed through the hotel. She couldn't find Micky anywhere? Just where would the guy run off to? And why? Well, at least she could finally have the bed to herself. She threw herself onto it and began to think... Someone had wanted Micky dead and they wanted him to suffer, she knew that much. Otherwise, there would just have been a corpse left there on the sand. Bandit scum weren't known for their respect for the dead or their kindness. Feroxi was certainly a busy place - a hive of activity - could those pissed-off bandits be here? Well, if they were, a sleazy hotel wouldn't be the best hideout. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too late...

 

[Fappy]

"Axel Socrates Monroe! Don't you manhandle me before we go whoring!"

Sprout giggled like a schoolboy as he dragged Lilith with him down the stairs. His excitement was short lived, however, for it appeared that the bar scene at this particular brothel was... muted, to say the least. Cranston seemed like the kind of guy who favored the discreet, so it made sense. Though if that were true then why in the world would he have joined up with Sprout's mother of all people?

Sprout let go of Lilith's wrist and wandered towards the bar. There were maybe two others in the room besides the woman working the bar. She didn't appear to be a prostitute, but then she could have just been filling in for the actual bartender. Hitting on her probably wouldn't be wise until he knew for sure. Giving the room one last cursory glance, Sprout hopped onto a bar stool and patted the cushion of the one beside him, "Come 'er, Lily." He said, his grin slowly returning. It may not end up the crazy night he'd envisioned, but it could still be fun.

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Limp against the wall, Silo kept his eyes closed as Aesop fumbled with his words. He wasn't entirely sure if the man had it in him to weather the bandito's torture, but hope was all he had left and he wouldn't go down with his tail between his legs. Eventually Aesop cracked a joke of sorts.

"... Hey, don't you find it a bit odd Meredith sent out all the black and brown people on the same mission? Do redheads not like darkies or something?"

Silo offered a weak grin, "She fucked one for seven years, Aesop. Can't say the woman's got anything against you lot. Then again, I've never met a woman turn down Bennie in the first p-p... place..." His words stumbled out of his mouth as his consciousness faded.

It was a cold, bitter night in Boomhower, indeed.

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"So, we going to get to work soon... well... you going to get to work soon?"

Pixie crossed her arms and leaned against the bulkhead, "That's right. We'll be arrive'n at the rendezvous at dusk. I reckon I'll be away from the ship fer a good day 'er two." Their eyes met. "Now's not the best time ta' leave the ship... I realize that, but Gents' offerin' us an opportunity we simply can't pass up. I won' be gone long, but if somethin' were ta' happen in my absence, Florian.... I need you ta' keep the girl safe. Yer not a fighter, Florian, not really. If shit hits the fan I wan' y'all ta' get the fuck outta dodge ASAP, ya' got that?"

Though her posture implied a relaxed attitude, she was anything but. The way she looked at Florian told him this order... or perhaps request, meant a lot to her.

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"Gotta love strong women, don'tcha? Commander knows I like it rough."

Tsubaki ignored the comment and nodded to Jun. Before he applied the gas, however, Tsubaki reached down and pulled a level under her seat, unlocking it from its fixed position. The force from the crawler taking off sent her seat rolling backwards and colliding with Bryan's knees before locking into place, "Oops." Tsubaki said, coldly.

After a moment of discomfort she relieved him by sliding her seat back into its appropriate position. She allowed herself a muted, cruel smirk.

The trip through Feroxi was longer than usual as they were traveling incognito, but eventually they made it through the city and outside the dome's threshold. What lay before them now was an endless expanse of nothing. Miles and miles of empty wasteland between them and their destination. Thankfully her men had followed orders, remaining silent as they crossed through the city. Now, however...

She reached into her jacket and produced a small cassette player and ear buds. It was her hope that the sound of the roaring engine and her music would drown out her squad's mindless prattle. Before putting in the earbuds she turned her head, "Going to try to take a nap. Keep it down back there."

 

[Daystar Clarion]

Lilith breathed a small sigh of relief upon seeing the empty state of the bar.

In all honesty, she wasn't up to a night of partying. A nice quiet drink at a nice quiet bar was more her style. She felt a pang of sympathy for Sprout, after seeing him get his hopes up, but she guessed it wouldn't matter as soon as he got a few drinks down him.

She lit up a smoke as Sprout walked ahead of her and sat himself down onto a stool.

"Come 'er, Lily."

Running a hand through her still damp hair, Lilith chuckled slightly, her eyes closed as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. She sat on the stool the boy had beckoned her to, dragging an ashtray from the empty spot next to her, she tapped the counter to get the barmaid's attention.

As the the barmaid sauntered over to them, Lilith smiled sympathetically, "Slow day huh? I'll have a scotch on the rocks, and my good friend here..." She aimed a thumb at Sprout. "He'll have a pint of your weakest beer." She met his eyes before he could argue the decision. "Before you start whinin', I'm still in charge, no matter how much you sound like your mother." She smiled warmly. "You'll get to the stronger stuff later, I'm just starting you off slow, easing you into it." She realised what she just said, blushing slightly, she laughed nervously, "Man, bet those words get said quite a bit 'round here." she said to herself quietly.

 

[The Funslinger]

"Oops."

Bryan laughed as he rubbed his knee. "Thank'ee fer provin' my point, ma'am. Although I reckon it ain't smart to injure yer close quarters specialist right before a mission."

The journey out of the city was spent in silence, as per request, but eventually they left, and were free to talk. The noise of the Crawler surrounded them, and to Bryan it looked as though the surfaces were faintly suffused with a pulsing purple glow. After a while, the commander put in her music and went to sleep, and he struck up conversation with Asad. "So Asad. Who'd yeh rather do? Lord Basilio, or that fat bar lass from the Fox and Hound in Feroxi, but she's been dead fer four hours?"

 

[Daystar Clarion]

"A lot of sexual tension in here." He muttered to himself, a small smile on his face, as Tsubaki backed her seat into Bryan's legs.

Asad crossed his arms across his chest, gazing out of the window as they drove through Feroxi. His parents' gun shop was in the opposite side of the city. He hadn't spoken to them in a few months. I'll pay them a visit once we've wrapped up this mission.

As they left the city, Asad's daydreaming was interrupted as the inevitable tones of Bryan pierced the silence.

So Asad. Who'd yeh rather do? Lord Basilio, or that fat bar lass from the Fox and Hound in Feroxi, but she's been dead fer four hours?"

Asad raised his head slightly, rubbing the stubble under his jaw. "Hmmm..." He pondered the dilemma for a moment.

"Dead chick, but only because I wouldn't want to make Suburo jealous." He nodded towards the commander. "Would you wanna incur her wrath? Because honestly, I'd rather get stabbed again." He glanced at Bryan, realising what he just said, he shook his head, chuckling slightly. "Of course you would."

 

[Dogmatic99]

"- but if somethin' were ta' happen in my absence, Florian.... I need you ta' keep the girl safe. Yer not a fighter, Florian, not really. If shit hits the fan I wan' y'all ta' get the fuck outta dodge ASAP, ya' got that?"

"I got that." He nodded.

Of course that meant that they'd pretty much guaranteed that something horrible would happen while Captain Munroe and co were away. That was just their luck these days, never mind the massive price that Dio was capable of putting over their head and the horde of thugs and hunters he could send their way.

With all that in mind it might be better to hold off on giving their two charges free roam of the ship, better to have it so they were somewhere Florian could find them easily. What exactly he was supposed to do if something like an attack happened was pretty much over Florian's head right now but this wasn't his first job with the crew. The real concern here was towing two noncombatants behind him. What with their lack of training and Florian being... well, on the wagon would make things tricky.

"But we still need to figure out what we're going to do with them in the long run. We can't drag Elizabeth around with us forever. She's already asking to get out of her room, it's only a matter of time before asking turns into an escape attempt."

 

[The Funslinger]

"Of course you would."

"Yeh know me well, old friend."

After several minutes of inane chatter, Bryan said, "yeh know what bothers me? We've been about the block a bit, right? Bumped into a few bandit groups, and mercenaries and suchlike along the way, yeah? And every now and then, I see some schmuck who decided to super size his close combat weapon. I keep seeing guys carrying swords, and without exception, none of them actually know how to use the feckin' things. They just... wave them around like the penis extensions they so obviously are. Makes me sick, it does. Especially when you see some yobbo waving a genuinely nice piece over his head. Fuckin' disgraceful, I tell yeh."

 

[Fappy]

"You'll get to the stronger stuff later, I'm just starting you off slow, easing you into it."

Sprout crossed his arms and pouted, "Fer real, Lily? I reckon I can handle anythin' they throw my way!"

The barmaid laughed to herself as she poured his pint, "Listen to your lady there, kid." She placed the filled pint and a glass in front of Sprout. "If you're looking to get lucky with her you won't want to get whiskey dick on your big night, would ya'?" The barmaid gave Lilith a knowing wink.

Sprout poured himself a glass and held it up, admiring the booze before downing it, "No, yer right ma'am. Lily deserves better'n that!"

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"But we still need to figure out what we're going to do with them in the long run. We can't drag Elizabeth around with us forever. She's already asking to get out of her room, it's only a matter of time before asking turns into an escape attempt."

Pixie nodded, "I know, an' yer right." She glanced at the door beside them and sighed. "Unfortunately I reckon we're gonna hafta sit on that fer a bit... at least until this score's done. Continue ta' keep them company, be their friend... Lord knows they need one right now."

She continued to stare at the door for a long while before entering the room. Elizabeth turned her head to see Pixie standing in the doorway. Neither said a word as Pixie remained there and the two locked eyes. Elizabeth wanted to bluntly ask, "What?", but there was something about the way Pixie stared her down. It wasn't unlike the look she gave her during their first meeting. Some strange combination of resentment and sympathy.

After a long, uncomfortable silence Pixie simply said, "Stay safe, Ladies."

Elizabeth and Josephine exchanged confused looks, "Y-yes... and you too."

Pixie nodded and closed the door once more. She took a moment to collect herself before turning on her heel and starting down the hall towards the hanger, "They're in yer hands, Father."

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Next day in Boomhower...

Aesop felt a sharp pain shoot through his abdomen, waking him from his slumber, "Up. Now." The husky bandito ordered with a thumb pointed towards an open door.

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Bennie emerged from the bedroom he was sharing with Virgil. He was still a bit groggy, but after a quick shower and a bite to eat he'd be sharp as a razor in no time. He caught a glimpse of Ruffles as he passed by the main room on the way to the bathroom and stopped short, "Going to wash up real quick. Is the equipment ready? I figure scaling this complex will do the trick."

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Tsubaki put in her ear buds and fingered the cassette player in her jacket pocket. The soothing sound of a thousand-year-old guitar riff blasted into her eardrums, drowning out the two buffoons behind her and the roar of the crawler's engine. The music she listened to, the product of a culture long defunct, lulled her to sleep with its ancient melody.

Spoiler: Dream Times

Tsubaki couldn't sleep... not with the constant yelling. The men in the Yamato gang liked to stay up late gambling. Booze and loose women flowed through their doors like a flood of sin, tainting every scum there even further than Tsubaki thought possible. She curled herself up into a ball in the corner of the room in an attempt to drown them out, but it was no use. As she withdrew she could feel her body shrink and their presence grow.

Despite the difference in scale they eventually caught on to her efforts. This was bad... very bad. Their eyes burned into her. Their wanting, horrifying gaze. They clawed and groped into the darkness, looking to grab hold of her small, weak form. Eventually one of them, the largest and most insidious of the bunch, caught her ankle and pulled her in. What was he to do with her? Was he to torture her, spit on her, kill her, eat her, rape her? These were all possibilities he would have to consider in his twisted mind.

Tsubaki resigned herself to her fate. She was their slave and would bow to their whims. Such was the way of things. Such was the hand fate had dealt her. Then, suddenly, a great blinding light shone through the dark void and pierced straight through the beast's heart. Tsubaki crumpled to her hands and knees, disoriented. A hand appeared before her, palm up and open. An inviting hand, indeed.

She took the hand and rose to her feet. The being who stood before her, who delivered her from her cruel fate, was no God or Devil. He was naught but a man: Dio Basilio, Lord and Master of House Basilio. Bastion of Feroxi. Protector of the people. His was will so pure and so resolute that no other man in the ashlands could stand before him. No man in the ashlands could tell him, "no".

He gave her a warm smile and took her by the hand. The two of them left that wretched den behind forever and returned to Dio's home, Feroxi. There, Tsubaki spent endless days and nights fighting, learning and working to repay her savior. To live up to the good will he'd extended her in her time of suffering. He was always there, even when he wasn't, watching her and monitoring her progress. She was to become His soldier. His protector. His shining knight, so that when the time came, in his hour of need, she could repay the favor and deliver him from an unjust fate.

She did not have a God. She didn't need one. She had a man she believed in and would live and die for. That was enough purpose for her.

She watched Dio has he met with other nobles at weddings, funerals and dinners. She watched, resolute, ready to perform her duty if necessary. Her feelings for him were a profound and deep love, but not in the romantic sense. She owned him her very soul and she'd let him do with it what he willed.

That was why she did what she did. For Dio, and Dio alone.

 

[Daystar Clarion]

Lilith smiled at the boy's reaction.

"Fer real, Lily? I reckon I can handle anythin' they throw my way!"

"Sure you can." She replied, rolling her eyes.

"If you're looking to get lucky with her you won't want to get whiskey dick on your big night, would ya'?" The barmaid gave Lilith a knowing wink.

Lilith frowned, her eyes narrowing in mock contempt. "Don't encourage him."

"No, yer right ma'am. Lily deserves better'n that!"

Her mouth ajar slightly, an eyebrow raised, she watched dumbfounded as the boy poured booze from the pint glass and into a much smaller glass.

"Do... Do you even know how to drink a pint?" She shook her head incredulously. "Did Meredith teach you anything? Other than talking like her I mean." Her elbow on the counter, she rested her cheek on her hand. She watched fondly as the boy made a show of the weak as hell beer.

'You were like this once too, deary.'

She closed her eyes and took a long drag of her cigarette, she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke caress her lungs, before letting it slowly crawl through her parted lips. She felt a contentment she hadn't experienced in a while, certainly not over the past week or so. Axel didn't seem as bothered by all this than she thought he would. Or should.

Maybe he was a lot stronger than she originally thought. She enjoyed the silence between them, removing the cigarette from her mouth, she held it between her fingers. With her free hand, she gently raised the glass to her mouth, taking a sip of the scotch, enjoying the chill of the ice as it bumped against her lips, she let the bitterness and the heat permeate her senses.

Placing the glass back on the counter, she held her cigarette between her teeth as she lazily brushed the boy's shoulder.

"Axel, do you need me for anything?" A look of concern in her eyes. "I know I'm not Meredith, but you'll tell me if you need anything, right?"

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Asad sat patiently as Bryan finished blabbering about his sword anecdote.

"When you have a device than can shoot hot metal death, I'm not entirely sure why anyone would use a sword." He smirked slightly.

Damn show offs, the lot of them. Heard too many stories about samurai and knights growing up. Killing wasn't about how pretty you could make it. Anything more than swift and brutal efficiency was a waste.

 

[The Funslinger]

"When you have a device than can shoot hot metal death, I'm not entirely sure why anyone would use a sword."

"Hey, don't think I don't get that," Bryan responded, tapping the bulge in his Wilkes-Vines suit jacket where a 9mm pistol was holstered. "But my job on this team is to be the end all close range guy, right?"

With their commander asleep, Bryan decided it was safe to take out his wash leather tobacco pouch. Balancing a waxed paper on his knee, he filled it with tobacco, and started rolling it. Taking it out a zippo lighter he'd pick-pocketed from... someone at some point, he bounced it in his hand with the unlit cigarette in his mouth. No lighting it yet inside the Crawler. "I dunno, man. If I'm touchy about swords, it's only 'cause I feckin' lived by 'em fer years before I met you lot. Most people these days just use 'em to be flashy and intimidating. They don't know the first thing about killing efficiently with 'em."

Grinning, he tapped the back of the driver's seat with his foot. "I bet Jun knows what I'm talkin' about," he said sardonically. "Bet he learned all about the katana when he was a kid." He knew how inaccurate that remark was, but he was bored.

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Spoiler: Ruffles Theme

Ruffles sat up, yawning. "Yeah, the pieces are all there. Everything someone needs to build a radio transmission booster. Well... everything I need to build one. I'm Ruffles."

Opening up his bag, he began removing various odds and ends. "It'll take about forty five minutes, and then we just need to get somewhere high," he said as he began piling various things to one side, including his radio, a wire coat hanger, a small bag of carbon, a spool of wire, battery clamps and a small bottle of vegetable oil. Seeing Bennie glance lingeringly at this last item, he said absent mindedly, "don't bother, I'm not going to explain." He was already getting in the zone. Fishing out his tool belt and a box made out of sheet metal about the size of someone's head, he started working.

 

[Terratina.]

"Bet he learned all about the katana when he was a kid."

Jun had just been steering the Crawler, losing himself in the act driving, just letting the noise of the engine cover up the buzzing of flies and whatnot. However, a little jab from the back brought him out of that. As he changed gears, he glanced at the asleep Commander, but not for long. Disgust pulled his eyes away. Regardless, right now he had to deal with the lout behind him. Of course, Jun could have just remained silent and let his superior talk trash like that. On the other hand, he could talk about his training as part of the Imperial Guard, but those people clearly didn't need or deserved to know about his past.

"No." His answer was straight to the point; to him such worship of weapons was folly, "Swords or guns... They are merely tools designed for the purpose of killing, nothing more."

 

[Fappy]

"Do... Do you even know how to drink a pint? Did Meredith teach you anything? Other than talking like her I mean."

Sprout placed the glass down onto the table, catching the waitress mid-giggle as she watched him drink.

Bitches ain't shit.

Sprout shook his head, grinning to himself and then looked to Lilith, "I reckon she taught me a whole lotta stuff 'bout ladies. Wan' me ta' show ya'?"

The barmaid snickered and gave Lilith another glass of scotch, "This one's on the house, sweetie. You're gonna need it with this kid."

Sprout shrugged, "She's right."

The moment passed and a long period of silence followed. Sprout's beer tasted like piss, but he didn't want to complain. He watched Lilith in the corner of his eye as she smoked and drank, paying little mind to her surroundings as she partook in her vices. She'd lose herself easily in her own thoughts. He could tell. Drinking and smoking only served to help keep her distracted from reality. She was a space cadet, as Bennie would say, just like Pixie was. They'd stare into space, escaping into their own thoughts. Living in their own worlds.

Pixie really was like a mother to her too. It was easy to forget that.

Ironically, he caught himself doing the same thing as Lilith woke him from his trance with a hand on his shoulder.

"Axel, do you need me for anything? I know I'm not Meredith, but you'll tell me if you need anything, right?"

Sprout finished his beer and gave Lilith a knowing smirk, "Yer projectin', aren't ya', Lily?" He spun around on his stool to face her and put his hand on her back. "I know y'all wanna look out fer me 'n everythin', but ya' shouldn' hafta carry that burden all by yerself. I'm here fer you too, Lily. Is there somethin' on yer mind?"

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Bennie watched as Ruffles went to work. He'd witnessed this... ritual many times before, but it still perplexed him, even after all this time. He retrieved a beer from the old fridge in the back of the main room and placed it on the tabel for Ruffles nearby. He probably wouldn't even notice it was there until he was done with his work.

After watching for a bit longer he turned back towards the bedroom and peaked his head inside, "Hey, kid. Virgil? You still up for the job? I won't blame you if you want to back out. It's risky shit."

 

[Daystar Clarion]

"Yer projectin', aren't ya', Lily?"

She smiled, tilting her head and shrugging her shoulder. Maybe she was.

"I know y'all wanna look out fer me 'n everythin', but ya' shouldn' hafta carry that burden all by yerself. I'm here fer you too, Lily. Is there somethin' on yer mind?"

Lilith's eyes lost focus, furrowing her brow she finished her first scotch and moved onto the second, but not before biting down hard on a lump of ice.

"I'm at the bar with my favourite person in the world, why would I not be okay?" She said, with a mocking sweet overtone. She lied, she wasn't okay, but she'd persevere, she always persevered. Smiling weakly, she brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Here." She pushed her glass towards Sprout. "Tell me what you think of this." she tapped her cigarette on the ashtray next to her. "If you can drink that without pulling a face, I'll let you have another one."


Probably not a wise decision, but being sensible hadn't gotten her very far the past few days.

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"But my job on this team is to be the end all close range guy, right?"

Asad sighed, "I know, I know, geeze." he waved away the subject. He returned his gaze to the terrain rushing past them, the faint sound of Tsubaki's music pawing at his ears.

"I dunno, man. If I'm touchy about swords, it's only 'cause I feckin' lived by 'em fer years before I met you lot. Most people these days just use 'em to be flashy and intimidating. They don't know the first thing about killing efficiently with 'em."

Asad chuckled, "Ain't that the truth."

"I bet Jun knows what I'm talkin' about. Bet he learned all about the katana when he was a kid."

Shaking his head, Asad crossed his arms across his chest. 'This should be good.'

"Swords or guns... They are merely tools designed for the purpose of killing, nothing more."


"You know, for once, I agree with the guy." He scratched the back of his head. "Somethin' ain't right about that."