Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
10-12-2010, 01:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Okay, so, it wasn't like Anna was afraid, it really wasn't, but this whole situation kind of sucked. Kind of sucked lot, really. It said a lot about how much it sucked that having someone described as a "textbook villain" being right next to her and asking her to trust him didn't even make it onto Anna's List of the Ten Worst Things Right Now. Not that there actually was such a list, obviously, but it's all about making a point. Things pretty much sucked.
She looked nervously over at Felix and tried to grin confidently. "Well, I guess there's not really a lot of choice, one way or another." She laughed and it definitely sounded like a strong woman in control of a tough situation and not at all like a frightened titter from girl with a gun at her throat. "While we're trusting each other, could you humor me for a sec? I don't really like being trapped on one of these ships, and–" It was about that time that the mast of a ship only a few boats away exploded and fell over; Anna and Felix snapped their heads towards the sound, and caught a glimps of Voitrach falling and crashing through the deck. Felix patted her on the shoulder, but probably just because he was a gentleman or at least pretending to be one, and definitely not because Anna had whimpered; witches just don't do stuff like that.
"Erm, yeah let me just..." Anna scuttled off towards the cabin, apparently intent on getting belowdecks. Felix watched her go; once he was sure she wasn't going to look back soon, he let himself slump and rubbed the small of his back a bit. With a series of pops and an eventual loud snap, he straightened himself back up and shook his head a few times. A "that's better" smile crossed his face for a moment, and he glided after his new nervous ally. Well, not glided really; it's probably best to be clear in cases like Felix. But he did have an elegant way of moving and covered the distance fast.
When he caught up to her, the self-proclaimed supervillain found Anna wandering fairly-aimlessly and occasionally rooting through a pile of various things or opening a door. He watched this go on for a minute or so, but just as he opened his mouth to suggest Anna explain her plan to him so he could help, she pulled out of a doorway holding a large broom above her head with a triumphant look on her face. "It's perfect! What's a witch without a broom, after all?"
The broom was... Not perfect. It looked about as much like a witch's broom as Anna did like a witch, which is to say it looked about as much like a witch's broom as a novelty shop halloween decoration would. The primary place where the simile breaks down is that the novelty broom (like Anna herself) would be making the effort to look magical, while this broom simply looked like... like something someone would settle for. It was one of those wide, long-handled brooms used for swabbing decks and cleaning out convention halls; it was about as elegant and aerodynamic as the woman about to ride it and gave off a definite air that it planned to stop working at the first inconvenient moment.
It was this inspiring object that Anna had apparently been looking for; she sat down on the floor and laid the handle across her lap, smiling happily as she pulled out her knife and began engraving into the worm-eaten wood. Felix leaned against a wall and pulled the brim of his hat down slightly, biting back a sigh and letting her get on with whatever it was she was doing.
Okay, so, it wasn't like Anna was afraid, it really wasn't, but this whole situation kind of sucked. Kind of sucked lot, really. It said a lot about how much it sucked that having someone described as a "textbook villain" being right next to her and asking her to trust him didn't even make it onto Anna's List of the Ten Worst Things Right Now. Not that there actually was such a list, obviously, but it's all about making a point. Things pretty much sucked.
She looked nervously over at Felix and tried to grin confidently. "Well, I guess there's not really a lot of choice, one way or another." She laughed and it definitely sounded like a strong woman in control of a tough situation and not at all like a frightened titter from girl with a gun at her throat. "While we're trusting each other, could you humor me for a sec? I don't really like being trapped on one of these ships, and–" It was about that time that the mast of a ship only a few boats away exploded and fell over; Anna and Felix snapped their heads towards the sound, and caught a glimps of Voitrach falling and crashing through the deck. Felix patted her on the shoulder, but probably just because he was a gentleman or at least pretending to be one, and definitely not because Anna had whimpered; witches just don't do stuff like that.
"Erm, yeah let me just..." Anna scuttled off towards the cabin, apparently intent on getting belowdecks. Felix watched her go; once he was sure she wasn't going to look back soon, he let himself slump and rubbed the small of his back a bit. With a series of pops and an eventual loud snap, he straightened himself back up and shook his head a few times. A "that's better" smile crossed his face for a moment, and he glided after his new nervous ally. Well, not glided really; it's probably best to be clear in cases like Felix. But he did have an elegant way of moving and covered the distance fast.
When he caught up to her, the self-proclaimed supervillain found Anna wandering fairly-aimlessly and occasionally rooting through a pile of various things or opening a door. He watched this go on for a minute or so, but just as he opened his mouth to suggest Anna explain her plan to him so he could help, she pulled out of a doorway holding a large broom above her head with a triumphant look on her face. "It's perfect! What's a witch without a broom, after all?"
The broom was... Not perfect. It looked about as much like a witch's broom as Anna did like a witch, which is to say it looked about as much like a witch's broom as a novelty shop halloween decoration would. The primary place where the simile breaks down is that the novelty broom (like Anna herself) would be making the effort to look magical, while this broom simply looked like... like something someone would settle for. It was one of those wide, long-handled brooms used for swabbing decks and cleaning out convention halls; it was about as elegant and aerodynamic as the woman about to ride it and gave off a definite air that it planned to stop working at the first inconvenient moment.
It was this inspiring object that Anna had apparently been looking for; she sat down on the floor and laid the handle across her lap, smiling happily as she pulled out her knife and began engraving into the worm-eaten wood. Felix leaned against a wall and pulled the brim of his hat down slightly, biting back a sigh and letting her get on with whatever it was she was doing.