Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"There's no reason to fret."
I assure.
"What's on your mind, Fuela?"
I address directly.

 

She seems startled, shaking her head again.
"...Nothing. I assure you, it is nothing at all." She denies.

 

"Eklir? Gau?"

 

"What?"
"Hmm?"
Fuela keeps quiet, seeming to be paying extra attention to keeping up.

 

"Anything on your minds?"

 

"Why do you care?"
"No, not really. Just curious on how this is gonna go down, I guess."
Fuela stills seems put off, but definitely doesn't want to talk about it.

 

"I figure I should be polite. Ask what's wrong, reassure."
I answer.
"Fuela, if there's something putting you off, you should really talk about it."

 

"Polite? Tsch."
"It's almost like you were raised by the Mantis Matriarch herself, with those manners."

The other two glare at her.
"No... I swear, it's nothing." She says. "Absolutey nothing, nothing that concerns anyone else."

 

"What? You are guests, I figure it's good to be nice."
I insist, leaving Fuela alone.

 

"Screw words. Strength wins wars."
"Oh, it wouldn't kill you to use a little courtesy sometime before you die."
Eklir and Gau proceed to stare each other down, Fuela seeming to calm down as a result of the lack of your follow-up.

 

"And strength comes in numbers. How do we get there without words?"

 

"Tear down those others look up to. Become them."
"Oh, hush, you! We're looking to capture, not kill!"

 

"If that's your opinion, then you can stick with it. I'll stick with mine."

 

"To each their own, I suppose." Eklir grumbles, Gau no longer staring at him and choosing not to comment.
Fuela keeps her mouth shut, seeming fairly comfortable with her situation.

 

"So, Akli'il said the three of you were his 'escorts'."
I say, starting a new conversation to pass the time.
"Care to elaborate?"

 

"Personal guard, sparring partners, that crap."
"Yeah, we're part of his escort. That... pretty much sums it up. He goes to the lowlands, we go with him. He goes through enemy territory, we go with him. He asks us to go somewhere with him, we go with him."

Fuela sighs.
"In my case, I'm pretty sure he just brings me for moral support. That, or he knows he fights harder when a girl's watching."

 

"I'll try." Katie says, hugging Ali tighter.

 

I ask around for job opportunities.

 

"Seems pretty important. How'd you come to this position?"

 

"Whipped his ass. Gave me the position in turn for sparing his life."
"He jumped me after he lost a bet with someone else. I held him off, and suggested I look into joining his escort, which he immediately let me in once I requested to do so."

Fuela rolls her eyes.
"Pretty sure he just wants to bring me everywhere to show off his trophy wife."

Everywhere you ask there's a part time job offering, but only one in four of those places have a full-time opening.

Ali hugs Katie tighter, too.
"Don't let some silly little bump in the road keep you grounded."