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lilfluffThis a Flashfic based on a prompt from ravenswept's 30 Days of Flash Fiction Meme
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Day 30 – Prompt: Write a scene saying good bye
Universe: Magi-tech steampunk fantasy world.
Content warning: Minor language.
More of Nyalla, but a longer time skip this time. Something close to a decade after Trapped and Overhead Conversation rather than the hour or so that split those two.
Scene under the cut.
Nyalla had squirmed her way into what remained of the left leg of a bandit mage-armor and was bracing herself before taking her favorite pry tool to a stubborn bolt. Damn cheap beer, how can it burn off so quick and leave the headache for so long? She was finally about to chisel the bolt out when a low whistle came from outside.
"Havens! All of this came off of that?"
Sighing she slipped the pry tool and hammer away and crawled back through the leg's access port. Don't you have your own troops to bother, elf? Wincing and tugging her cap down to block the noonday sun.
"Yes. It did. Wouldn't have asked for salvage rights otherwise." And now he can see it, he'll have his own people take over. Hell, was asking for it, should have had someone pack these back already.
The Major looked over the parts laid out on the square of canvas she'd brought with her before taking a closer look at her. She couldn't help but think he was inspecting her uniform, or lack of one. Like most of the rest of the Bloodwing crew the closest she had to a uniform was whatever she could find that fit and was cheap, with a scrap of red cloth tied on at both shoulders.
"After I found the hard way I was cutting through a lightning box I didn't think there would be anything left." He looked over at the charred pole that had been left leaning on his own armor. "You even managed to get what's left of my halberd loose."
"I was up there anyway to see if any of the coils survived." And now is when he says he was too generous saying I could salvage here...
The Major looked over the canvas again before squatting down and picking up a rune stone for a closer look. "Don't tell me you're going to use this. There's more fracture than there is stone left."
"Mm? Yeah, the stone is dead. But the mounting is still good." And I'll need it to get Donlae's armor up again. Sighing she held out her hand, "At least leave me that."
"Huh? No, no, I gave my word. 'If you can find anything worth pulling it's yours.' I said it and I meant it. I am however thinking I see something I would like to take."
"What. And what will you offer for it."
He smiled and pointed a finger at her. "You, as for what I'll offer, I believe I can pay more than you are receiving now."
Nyalla stared back at him. "Really. Most have the sense to get a girl drunk first."
The elf actually flinched and hastily waved a hand, "Whoa! No, not anything improper. This is my last official mission in the Imperial Navy and I have a ship of my own being prepared. I just need a crew for it. I already have a lead engineer helping get it ready, another Kellian actually, if he approves then you're as part of his staff. If he doesn't or you decide to decline the offer I'll pay you for your time."
Nyalla started to shake her head, certain there had to be a trap somewhere in the offer, but stopped and looked him in the eye. "This lead engineer. Does he look similar to me, have the name Levara?"
"No, I'm afraid he is rather a bit taller, more tan than gray, and his name is Berun."
"Mm. Very well, I'll take your offer."
"Good! I'm sure you'll get along just fine with Berun." Setting the broken rune stone down he smiled. "I never did properly introduce myself, did I? Major Tanisath Isaheld al'Golwind."
"Nyalla, just Nyalla."
The major waved over a group of his own troops, "Ensign Wells, how about you help Miss Nyalla carry these back to the Bloodwing. Then stick around in case she needs any help carrying her things with her on the way back."
In other words, Nyalla thought to herself, make sure they remember it would be a very bad idea to object.
ravenswept's 30 Days of Flash Fiction MemeMy 30 Days of Flashfic Index Page
Day 30 – Prompt: Write a scene saying good bye
Universe: Magi-tech steampunk fantasy world.
Content warning: Minor language.
More of Nyalla, but a longer time skip this time. Something close to a decade after Trapped and Overhead Conversation rather than the hour or so that split those two.
Scene under the cut.
Nyalla had squirmed her way into what remained of the left leg of a bandit mage-armor and was bracing herself before taking her favorite pry tool to a stubborn bolt. Damn cheap beer, how can it burn off so quick and leave the headache for so long? She was finally about to chisel the bolt out when a low whistle came from outside.
"Havens! All of this came off of that?"
Sighing she slipped the pry tool and hammer away and crawled back through the leg's access port. Don't you have your own troops to bother, elf? Wincing and tugging her cap down to block the noonday sun.
"Yes. It did. Wouldn't have asked for salvage rights otherwise." And now he can see it, he'll have his own people take over. Hell, was asking for it, should have had someone pack these back already.
The Major looked over the parts laid out on the square of canvas she'd brought with her before taking a closer look at her. She couldn't help but think he was inspecting her uniform, or lack of one. Like most of the rest of the Bloodwing crew the closest she had to a uniform was whatever she could find that fit and was cheap, with a scrap of red cloth tied on at both shoulders.
"After I found the hard way I was cutting through a lightning box I didn't think there would be anything left." He looked over at the charred pole that had been left leaning on his own armor. "You even managed to get what's left of my halberd loose."
"I was up there anyway to see if any of the coils survived." And now is when he says he was too generous saying I could salvage here...
The Major looked over the canvas again before squatting down and picking up a rune stone for a closer look. "Don't tell me you're going to use this. There's more fracture than there is stone left."
"Mm? Yeah, the stone is dead. But the mounting is still good." And I'll need it to get Donlae's armor up again. Sighing she held out her hand, "At least leave me that."
"Huh? No, no, I gave my word. 'If you can find anything worth pulling it's yours.' I said it and I meant it. I am however thinking I see something I would like to take."
"What. And what will you offer for it."
He smiled and pointed a finger at her. "You, as for what I'll offer, I believe I can pay more than you are receiving now."
Nyalla stared back at him. "Really. Most have the sense to get a girl drunk first."
The elf actually flinched and hastily waved a hand, "Whoa! No, not anything improper. This is my last official mission in the Imperial Navy and I have a ship of my own being prepared. I just need a crew for it. I already have a lead engineer helping get it ready, another Kellian actually, if he approves then you're as part of his staff. If he doesn't or you decide to decline the offer I'll pay you for your time."
Nyalla started to shake her head, certain there had to be a trap somewhere in the offer, but stopped and looked him in the eye. "This lead engineer. Does he look similar to me, have the name Levara?"
"No, I'm afraid he is rather a bit taller, more tan than gray, and his name is Berun."
"Mm. Very well, I'll take your offer."
"Good! I'm sure you'll get along just fine with Berun." Setting the broken rune stone down he smiled. "I never did properly introduce myself, did I? Major Tanisath Isaheld al'Golwind."
"Nyalla, just Nyalla."
The major waved over a group of his own troops, "Ensign Wells, how about you help Miss Nyalla carry these back to the Bloodwing. Then stick around in case she needs any help carrying her things with her on the way back."
In other words, Nyalla thought to herself, make sure they remember it would be a very bad idea to object.
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Date: 2011-08-06 11:45 pm (UTC)Nyalla <3! Mechanic kitty girl <3<3<3!
(um. *cough* wine fest today. That's my excuse).
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Date: 2011-08-07 01:36 am (UTC)A few years apprenticed under her brother. Then when the brother's mercenary outfit split, due to a disagreement between senior officers, she waited to see which half he chose and promptly went with the other.
You'll want to hide the wine from her though ("Oooh! That looks better than what I usually get!"). The good/bad thing for her is that her kind burn off alcohol a little faster than humans (but sadly not the hangovers).
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Date: 2011-08-07 01:40 am (UTC)We have good wine here; the FingerLakes is good wine country with a lot of young, inexpensive vineyards.
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:07 am (UTC)Although the homemade chocolate mint cordial I had a chance to try was good (would have had more if I'd have a room at the convention hotel instead of in driving distance).
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-07 02:40 am (UTC)Meanwhile I'm not a beer person. Got exposed to the smell of spoiled beer as a kid, and now even when it's not bad I still in my head smell that beer that got poured over the hood of the car (and while we were not at home, so no choice but to drive home to drive before it could be washed off).
Heh. I'm reminded of the panel about making cordials that was held the day I had a chance to try one. At one point discussion got on the subject of brewing and someone mentioned having some awful honey mead. "Wait, they gave you two month old honey mead? The only reason to drink mead that young is if you want to get drunk and don't care about the hangover you'll get." (Hmm, might have been two-week old mead).
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:42 am (UTC)I used to deal with my familial tendency towards alcoholism by binge drinking 4 or 5 times a year and not touching it otherwise. Then I got old. Hee.
Eeew, spoilt beer.
Hunh, I didn't know honey mead had to be aged. Interesting!
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:53 am (UTC)I had at least one grandparent who was arguably a functional alcoholic. Which may be part of why neither of my parents drank or kept alcohol until us kids had moved out. Even now they don't keep enough that one could do much of a binge. Just a few bottles of beer and a couple bottles of wine at a time.
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:56 am (UTC)Father, father's father, father's mother's father... etc., etc., ad nauseum, have had drinking problems, dad went into AA when I was 13. I have work-arounds and tricks because I really really like getting buzzed once in a while.
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-07 03:33 am (UTC)(hunts down the page...)
How I Got My Name
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:11 pm (UTC)I am lucky my parents liked the Allman Brothers (Sweet**) and Heinlein (Adorable **) and that Mom stopped smoking when she found out she was pregnant. :-D