Post by Flight on Mar 20, 2010 19:40:59 GMT -5
In which Malvery and Crake are missing, Bess is anxious and Darian Frey irritable. Post-Retribution Falls.
Possible spoilers! Though not that I really can think of. I'm not nearly vulgar enough to write Pinn, also the filters .___. but oh well. Haha, please don't be too offended at my ugly massacring of this book. This is the first instalment (too short to be called a chapter). Tell me if I shouldn't bother continuing!
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Down in the cargo hold a deep moaning could be clearly heard, punctuated by a series of clunk, clunk, clunks. Every now and then the firmly locked door was given a powerful but half-hearted thump.
Harkins flinched in a melodramatic fashion as Bess stomped, her iron boots sending shock waves through the floor. Silo sent him a withering glare as he rolled a cigarette then turned his attention back to the problem at hand: namely, one agitated golem. Jez tensed as the floor shook again and looked at her three companions. Pinn merely groaned and scratched at his crotch from his position slumped on the floor.
“Don’t you think we should do something?” Jez finally suggested as a loud crash made Harkins jump and Pinn clutch at his head, hangover making its authority known.
“What?” Harkins said nervously, keeping an eye on the now rattling door. “I mean, she sounds pretty angry in there. You’ve seen what she can do. She might, y’know, be angry. With us. I don’t wanna go in there when she’s angry. Nope.”
“Get some dynamite,” Pinn said, “throw it in real quick. Hunk of junk can’t get up the stairs, right?” He was ignored as usual.
“It doesn’t sound like she’s doing any real damage,” Jez continued. “You think it’d be safe to just leave her until Crake gets back?” She glanced to Silo, who of the current company held her highest regard.
“Nuh-uh,” he said after a pause. “Might be safe. But she could do some mighty fine damage. Too big risk, yuh?”
Despite the engineer’s verdict the four crew members stood around for a little longer, in which time they were joined by Slag, who had come to investigate the ruckus. He hissed at Jez who frowned at him, then fur prickling up settled with making Harkins crab to the side to avoid him. The noises here were sending the rats back into their hiding-holes, too small for a large tom like him, and that irritated the cat. He hissed again as the sound of something large and metal screeched across the floor and collided with a wall, and then retreated back up the ladder. He might as well take advantage of his solitude to sneak into Harkins' room again, where a surprise attack during the night was in order.
“Look,” Jez tried again, “we have to do something.”
“Well why don’t you go in?” Pinn said. “If she’s that ponce’s girlfriend you two’d get on just fine.” Silo kicked him absently and Pinn screeched loud enough to momentarily block out the flat cooing of the golem. Jez didn’t say anything, studiously watching the wall with her mouth a flat line and eyebrows drawn together.
“We could, maybe, get the Cap’n. Just a suggestion.” Harkins put in then cringed as the others turned to look at him. “I mean, it’s his aircraft, right? Him being the Cap’n and all. Might know what to do. Or where Crake is. But he might know what to do, right?”
Bess began to howl, a baleful sound. “Well go on, you stupid old git,” Pinn ground out, pressing at his eyeballs. By the Allsoul’s hairy balls, what had he drank last night?
“What?” Harkins squawked. “Me? I won’t go. Nope. Not me.”
“You scared he’ll rip you a new arse or something? Might be an improvement to your ugly mug.” Pinn shot back.
Harkins spluttered. “Why don’t you go? I’m fine with staying here, me.”
“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Jez snapped, and turning tail stormed up the ladder and out of sight. Silo silenced the other two with a stony look, stubbing out the end of his cigarette. Bess continued to moan and stomp.
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Possible spoilers! Though not that I really can think of. I'm not nearly vulgar enough to write Pinn, also the filters .___. but oh well. Haha, please don't be too offended at my ugly massacring of this book. This is the first instalment (too short to be called a chapter). Tell me if I shouldn't bother continuing!
- - - - -
Down in the cargo hold a deep moaning could be clearly heard, punctuated by a series of clunk, clunk, clunks. Every now and then the firmly locked door was given a powerful but half-hearted thump.
Harkins flinched in a melodramatic fashion as Bess stomped, her iron boots sending shock waves through the floor. Silo sent him a withering glare as he rolled a cigarette then turned his attention back to the problem at hand: namely, one agitated golem. Jez tensed as the floor shook again and looked at her three companions. Pinn merely groaned and scratched at his crotch from his position slumped on the floor.
“Don’t you think we should do something?” Jez finally suggested as a loud crash made Harkins jump and Pinn clutch at his head, hangover making its authority known.
“What?” Harkins said nervously, keeping an eye on the now rattling door. “I mean, she sounds pretty angry in there. You’ve seen what she can do. She might, y’know, be angry. With us. I don’t wanna go in there when she’s angry. Nope.”
“Get some dynamite,” Pinn said, “throw it in real quick. Hunk of junk can’t get up the stairs, right?” He was ignored as usual.
“It doesn’t sound like she’s doing any real damage,” Jez continued. “You think it’d be safe to just leave her until Crake gets back?” She glanced to Silo, who of the current company held her highest regard.
“Nuh-uh,” he said after a pause. “Might be safe. But she could do some mighty fine damage. Too big risk, yuh?”
Despite the engineer’s verdict the four crew members stood around for a little longer, in which time they were joined by Slag, who had come to investigate the ruckus. He hissed at Jez who frowned at him, then fur prickling up settled with making Harkins crab to the side to avoid him. The noises here were sending the rats back into their hiding-holes, too small for a large tom like him, and that irritated the cat. He hissed again as the sound of something large and metal screeched across the floor and collided with a wall, and then retreated back up the ladder. He might as well take advantage of his solitude to sneak into Harkins' room again, where a surprise attack during the night was in order.
“Look,” Jez tried again, “we have to do something.”
“Well why don’t you go in?” Pinn said. “If she’s that ponce’s girlfriend you two’d get on just fine.” Silo kicked him absently and Pinn screeched loud enough to momentarily block out the flat cooing of the golem. Jez didn’t say anything, studiously watching the wall with her mouth a flat line and eyebrows drawn together.
“We could, maybe, get the Cap’n. Just a suggestion.” Harkins put in then cringed as the others turned to look at him. “I mean, it’s his aircraft, right? Him being the Cap’n and all. Might know what to do. Or where Crake is. But he might know what to do, right?”
Bess began to howl, a baleful sound. “Well go on, you stupid old git,” Pinn ground out, pressing at his eyeballs. By the Allsoul’s hairy balls, what had he drank last night?
“What?” Harkins squawked. “Me? I won’t go. Nope. Not me.”
“You scared he’ll rip you a new arse or something? Might be an improvement to your ugly mug.” Pinn shot back.
Harkins spluttered. “Why don’t you go? I’m fine with staying here, me.”
“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Jez snapped, and turning tail stormed up the ladder and out of sight. Silo silenced the other two with a stony look, stubbing out the end of his cigarette. Bess continued to moan and stomp.
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