Lamb
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"Money." Came Franklin's reply to Yori's question as the elder hillbilly scooted around a little to accommodate Alice's seating arrangement. He turned once to settle his empty beer stein on the bar, but kept his back up against the wood whether for support or to keep from falling asleep and off of the barstool as the elderly are prone to. For a man who hadn't even pressed the 'fifty' button yet, he'd been pulling off the grumpy codger routine respectably well thus far, and his short and simple answer to Yori's question was good enough. Niel, on the other hand, took it as an opportunity to keep his answer to himself and refocused on the grains of some polished wooden paneling or another.
"Ah, so they sent us two security Neko's," Franklin grumbled, tilting his hat back to squint at the floating sprite that was Mako. He was unpleasantly surprised that something so small could be so loud. "One for folks and one for termites. Sure is fancy working for Origin, ain't it, boys?" He punctuated this question with a sound that can only phonetically be rendered as a guttural 'Yawugh'.
Once the Trade-speaking barmaid had resettled from the arduous task of giving a small spritz of soda water to a concoction which was otherwise a simple glass of gin and having the cute wit to call it a 'gin-and-tonic', she went ahead and threw a pair of lengthy, muscular arms around Akemi. Her sister was already drawing circles in the folds of Akemi's Origin uniform right over the tiny Neko's chest. Money was to be made, or so it seemed-- and the lusty barmaids were short tired of a porter's wages padding their shopping budget. Here was a soldier-- and a pretty one at that. So, of course, they laid it on pretty thick.
"Oh, ja." The elder sister said softly into Akemi's ear, "I'm sure you vill make us feel so very gut, Katzchen, und maybe ve might vish to pay you. But a girl must eat, you know? Don't you vant us to stay healsee und in-shape so we might..." She then whispered something almost unintelligible into Akemi's ear; though it most certainly included the words 'stamina' and 'braunshweiger'. Such it was that between playing as a one-man-band and entertaining the possibility of prostitution; the staff failed to notice the man who came in through the back.
The man who came in through the back was a tall man. Furthermore, he was youthful in appearance and handsome in a regal sort of way. With a flowing black silken bandanna framing unmarked pale skin, his covered ears and collared neck gave his face an even brighter appearance by contrast-- his eyes a pair of gleaming sapphires with an almost unnatural deepness of color. Said orbs leveled upon the table where the October Five sat. They would all five of them feel the attention drawn on them like a vice-- mixed with the marching of softly and gracefully placed shoe steps. When Daziel Burton finally parted the shoulders of Eric and Thomas to place a series of datapads on the center of the table, he'd already began speaking.
"Good evening, October children." His voice was soft, yet deep and accompanied by a gentle smile-- perhaps even fatherly if I were to be egotistic about my creation. Which I might. "I must say, your grandmother is quite the charming woman, and persuasive. It was some trouble, but I've made arrangements for your family that have come to frustrate the absolute warlocks in our Human Resources department."
As he spoke, Daziel spread the datapads around the table until one sat in front of each child. "You've no doubt noticed the other group of employees to our fair company arranging themselves by the bar over there, and perhaps you may have taken the time to do some simple math. There are five of you, there are seven of them-- and yet a standard Origin Industries preliminary terraforming team consists of nine individuals."
Burton stepped back now, and began to waltz about the table tapping at his lip, still smiling, "Troubling math indeed, I'm sure you'll find. Eric and Thomas, you two are to report to Captain Sterling Belleville in Docking Bay Twelve C for preliminary structuring as members of Terraforming Team Four."
This was the kind of man he was, a smooth talker who left no room for polite interruption. Such skills had arranged the fates of the eldest Octobers, and now focused on their spawn it was plain just how the gentleman had managed such a feat for those who'd been deemed 'unemployable'. Thusly, he went on, still pacing around the table. "Marcus and Junior are meant to appear in Docking Bay Nineteen E for Captain Muriel Bright, similar assignment. All of you shall coordinate with our new station-side supply specialist, Miss Isabelle Rampage, a name you might all be familiar with."
Now, Daziel stopped pacing around the table and with his hands crossed behind his back tuned his sapphires upon the girl which shared their name. At this he finished with, "Ah, and who does that leave? The girl, Sapphire. I believe there remains a space on Terraforming Team Two, which I shall lead. So, who would like to start asking questions? Do be quick about it, I've still the others to brief."
With this, Mister Burton opened his arms wide, as if receiving the questions would be like receiving a large bear hug.
"Ah, so they sent us two security Neko's," Franklin grumbled, tilting his hat back to squint at the floating sprite that was Mako. He was unpleasantly surprised that something so small could be so loud. "One for folks and one for termites. Sure is fancy working for Origin, ain't it, boys?" He punctuated this question with a sound that can only phonetically be rendered as a guttural 'Yawugh'.
Once the Trade-speaking barmaid had resettled from the arduous task of giving a small spritz of soda water to a concoction which was otherwise a simple glass of gin and having the cute wit to call it a 'gin-and-tonic', she went ahead and threw a pair of lengthy, muscular arms around Akemi. Her sister was already drawing circles in the folds of Akemi's Origin uniform right over the tiny Neko's chest. Money was to be made, or so it seemed-- and the lusty barmaids were short tired of a porter's wages padding their shopping budget. Here was a soldier-- and a pretty one at that. So, of course, they laid it on pretty thick.
"Oh, ja." The elder sister said softly into Akemi's ear, "I'm sure you vill make us feel so very gut, Katzchen, und maybe ve might vish to pay you. But a girl must eat, you know? Don't you vant us to stay healsee und in-shape so we might..." She then whispered something almost unintelligible into Akemi's ear; though it most certainly included the words 'stamina' and 'braunshweiger'. Such it was that between playing as a one-man-band and entertaining the possibility of prostitution; the staff failed to notice the man who came in through the back.
The man who came in through the back was a tall man. Furthermore, he was youthful in appearance and handsome in a regal sort of way. With a flowing black silken bandanna framing unmarked pale skin, his covered ears and collared neck gave his face an even brighter appearance by contrast-- his eyes a pair of gleaming sapphires with an almost unnatural deepness of color. Said orbs leveled upon the table where the October Five sat. They would all five of them feel the attention drawn on them like a vice-- mixed with the marching of softly and gracefully placed shoe steps. When Daziel Burton finally parted the shoulders of Eric and Thomas to place a series of datapads on the center of the table, he'd already began speaking.
"Good evening, October children." His voice was soft, yet deep and accompanied by a gentle smile-- perhaps even fatherly if I were to be egotistic about my creation. Which I might. "I must say, your grandmother is quite the charming woman, and persuasive. It was some trouble, but I've made arrangements for your family that have come to frustrate the absolute warlocks in our Human Resources department."
As he spoke, Daziel spread the datapads around the table until one sat in front of each child. "You've no doubt noticed the other group of employees to our fair company arranging themselves by the bar over there, and perhaps you may have taken the time to do some simple math. There are five of you, there are seven of them-- and yet a standard Origin Industries preliminary terraforming team consists of nine individuals."
Burton stepped back now, and began to waltz about the table tapping at his lip, still smiling, "Troubling math indeed, I'm sure you'll find. Eric and Thomas, you two are to report to Captain Sterling Belleville in Docking Bay Twelve C for preliminary structuring as members of Terraforming Team Four."
This was the kind of man he was, a smooth talker who left no room for polite interruption. Such skills had arranged the fates of the eldest Octobers, and now focused on their spawn it was plain just how the gentleman had managed such a feat for those who'd been deemed 'unemployable'. Thusly, he went on, still pacing around the table. "Marcus and Junior are meant to appear in Docking Bay Nineteen E for Captain Muriel Bright, similar assignment. All of you shall coordinate with our new station-side supply specialist, Miss Isabelle Rampage, a name you might all be familiar with."
Now, Daziel stopped pacing around the table and with his hands crossed behind his back tuned his sapphires upon the girl which shared their name. At this he finished with, "Ah, and who does that leave? The girl, Sapphire. I believe there remains a space on Terraforming Team Two, which I shall lead. So, who would like to start asking questions? Do be quick about it, I've still the others to brief."
With this, Mister Burton opened his arms wide, as if receiving the questions would be like receiving a large bear hug.
