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Appointment's Post

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[written, March 11]
[voice, June 6]
[action, December 15]

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"I'm alright, Molly. Well and alright." He smiled. "It was lovely. The second mug; not the first. Much obliged."

She smiled as well, "Thank you for the flowers."

He rose stiffly from his chair -- furnished now with a little more intel, he could retire to his apartment and think on how best to next approach this wild-haired woman. When he expected savagery, he was met with unprecedented kindness. When he expected genteelity, he was meet with brassy boldness. It kept him on his toes. He liked it. But he wondered how much of it was her and how much of it was her time.

He delivered his mug to the sink, giving it a good washing out before upturning it on the counter. He had learned how these sinks worked, at least. "It were nothing. Pretty plants for a pretty woman." Even his smile was stiff.

Sharpe turned. "I...hope to see you again soon."

Huh. A man who cleaned up after himself. One of life's rarer gifts. She smiled at him, "I'll see you out."

Officer he may be, but he didn't depend on Harper that much. And when you're marching with just one canteen to your name -- unlike the officers who march with chest upon chest of dinnerware and creature comforts -- you know to keep your things tidy, or you'll regret it.

He paused to smile back at her from the doorway. "If you did, I wouldn't complain."

"Well all right, then," she moved to pick up the flowers, not wanting to make the double trip back or for them to be picked up by someone else, and moved to join him in the hall.

"Thank you for letting me know you were all right," she said, smile dimming slightly. "These missions are a little frightening."

Sharpe smiled. "They're not so bad. I've been sent on worse. As I said, we saw little action. Good thing, too. If we'd come across a considerable force, we wouldn't be able to do much as only two men -- don't matter our skill."

"Mmmm, I don't know. I've been surprised a few times at what just one or two men could do." She smiled at him, "But I'm glad you're back safely."

"They gave us points, eh?" He informed her as they walked. "Not sure what good they are or what a man can purchase with'em. But there you are."

"Well, maybe something will come up and they'll be of use."

"Say you went on their missions, Sergeant Carpenter. What would you save up for?"

Smoooooth, Sharpe. So smooth.

Edited 2012-06-12 10:27 (UTC)

"Me? Probably one of those stickers," she shook her head. "Not that they're guaranteed to work. So I'm not sure, really."

And here they were, at the door.

And all at once, Sharpe knew what he wanted to save up his points for. With an almost enigmatic smile, he offered the woman another stiff bow.

"Have a fine day, Molly."

"You too, Major," she said, burying her nose is the scentless flowers, and peering up at him.

Two days in and Spike was downright bored. Cultists, the mission had said. A city of them. Expecting a good brawl, Spike signed up without reading the rest. There'd be no zombies this time. No lack of powers. Just a real and honest fight so he could prove he could handle them without trouble.

Unlucky for him it was an abandoned cultist city, cleared out by Luceti's own a year ago. The Malnosso administrator in charge of the operation, a bossy woman without much patience, he send the group to check out a new network of caves that had not yet been cataloged. Spike carried with him a camera, a clipboard and pen, and of course a lighted miner's helmet. He wasn't really using any of them, except when he would hear someone walk up to him. Then he'd pretend to be working.

For the moment, he was lighting up a cigarette. To hell with the air restrictions down here. Not like he was breathing the oxygen anyway.

Molly was having trouble with her helmet again. Wearing a piece of technological equipment did not mix well with her powers, even though she was trying to hold them down. She took it off and banged her hand against it hopefully, "C'mon, c'mon..."

The forewoman would not be happy if she had to go back for a replacement again.

There was a light coming from just on the other corner of the tunnel and a long shadow cast appeared by her feet. She glanced up curiously, "Hello?"

Damn. Caught. Spike went back to doing whatever the hell he was supposed to look like he was doing. Tapping this writing with a pen? That seemed right.

He coughed.

"Don't mind me!"

He didn't look down her way.

Oh no, Molly minds. She minds very much because... "Hey!"

Because someone had paid very close attention to the 'limited air' bit of their lecture. Molly quickly turned the corner, conveniently also towards light that hadn't been affected by her magic. She should have just jerry-rigged something herself.

Edited 2012-11-16 23:07 (UTC)

"Bloody hell..." Annoyed and muttering, Spike rolled his eyes and tossed the cigarette at the ground, stamping it out as she approached.

"Yeah? Something you need?"

"Yeah," Molly coughed. "Oxygen, for one thing. And a working headlamp for another - you've got any extra batteries?"

He took a moment to size her up before answering.

"Sorry, bird. Fresh out of both. You can go talk to the administrator about it. I bet she'd love to help you out."

Deeply sarcastic, as the administrator had already taken a strong dislike to Spike already. No doubt due to his spotty record.

Edited 2012-11-23 04:53 (UTC)

[The words appear in the usual elegant scrawl, but they're hurried and scribbled together like he wants to get them down fast. He's not expecting a response either, but after his discussion with Xion? It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to let someone else know if only to prove he's 100% fine.]

Suppose I didn't try hard enough. Oh well. Still in one piece though, so really I suppose I was right after all. Thought you should know.

[This was the last thing Molly was expecting when she opened her journal.]

Welcome back. [...] That is what you're talking about right?

Something like that. I think I was rotting somewhere for a few weeks before they let me come back. I reckon they couldn't decide if they wanted me to or not.

Edited 2012-11-25 02:51 (UTC)

[This is a study she's made a particular hobby of in Luceti, so she's not exactly tactful with her response.]

You mean you remember that?

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