[He knows his drawings are crap. For what it's worth, he did do the best he could, because Maya asked and Maya is always, always worth 110%. It's just a sad fact that his "best" in this scenario wouldn't be out of place in a kindergarten classroom. Unlike a hypothetical kindergarten teacher, however, Maya is not known for her patience or her diplomacy, and yet she accepts his laughable effort with no apparent trouble, and even thanks him for it.
While his responding grin may be hidden - as always - his posture shifts subtly, broadcasting his intense mood boost for anyone with eyes to witness. Or, for Maya to witness, since it continues to just be the two of them in this crumbling old ruin.]
Anytime!
What's next?
[Honestly, she can look at boring old walls all day for all he cares, as long as he can stay with her while she does it.]
[It was remarkable, how readily Maya seemed to change her tune when Krieg was around. She hadn't critiqued his drawings, and now she found herself wondering if she should even continue with her efforts. They weren't going anywhere. Krieg's patience, on the other hand, was bound to wear thin before long.
He'd indulged her enough, hadn't he? And it wasn't as if her intentions were entirely selfless. If he lost focus, his work was bound to suffer, and she was already going to have a hard enough time transcribing his efforts.]
We could take a break. [She shrugged casually, as if she were simply suggesting a meal, rather than giving up on the first promising endeavor that she'd come across.]
We could find something to hunt. Or climb the dragon bones. [Truth told, she wasn't sure what would pique Krieg's interest in this new world. Back home, she could suggest fighting angry goliaths, or something of that ilk. Unfortunately, those seemed to be in short supply here.]
[He would happily stay by her side and help her look at boring old walls all day, and he would do his very, very best to be patient that whole time, but when she suggests a break, and not only one, but two much more interesting-sounding pursuits, well. He's not going to say no.]
[Reluctant as she had been to abandon her research, the idea of hunting down a beast as large and presumably as fearsome as the one outside was an enticing one. She perked up a little, brows lifting and lips twisting into a sadistic grin. With a shrug of her shoulder, she moved her gun from its vantage point against her back and into her hands.]
Hell yeah.
[She took a step toward the door, only to hesitate. She shot Krieg a look, then motioned for Krieg to go ahead of her.]
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fuelthefire) wrote2017-12-10 05:40 pm
Introlog #3: Maya
[He knows his drawings are crap. For what it's worth, he did do the best he could, because Maya asked and Maya is always, always worth 110%. It's just a sad fact that his "best" in this scenario wouldn't be out of place in a kindergarten classroom. Unlike a hypothetical kindergarten teacher, however, Maya is not known for her patience or her diplomacy, and yet she accepts his laughable effort with no apparent trouble, and even thanks him for it.
While his responding grin may be hidden - as always - his posture shifts subtly, broadcasting his intense mood boost for anyone with eyes to witness. Or, for Maya to witness, since it continues to just be the two of them in this crumbling old ruin.]
Anytime!
What's next?
[Honestly, she can look at boring old walls all day for all he cares, as long as he can stay with her while she does it.]
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He'd indulged her enough, hadn't he? And it wasn't as if her intentions were entirely selfless. If he lost focus, his work was bound to suffer, and she was already going to have a hard enough time transcribing his efforts.]
We could take a break. [She shrugged casually, as if she were simply suggesting a meal, rather than giving up on the first promising endeavor that she'd come across.]
We could find something to hunt. Or climb the dragon bones. [Truth told, she wasn't sure what would pique Krieg's interest in this new world. Back home, she could suggest fighting angry goliaths, or something of that ilk. Unfortunately, those seemed to be in short supply here.]
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[He would happily stay by her side and help her look at boring old walls all day, and he would do his very, very best to be patient that whole time, but when she suggests a break, and not only one, but two much more interesting-sounding pursuits, well. He's not going to say no.]
Maybe we'll find living dragons!
[And then turn them into dead dragons, maybe '3']
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Hell yeah.
[She took a step toward the door, only to hesitate. She shot Krieg a look, then motioned for Krieg to go ahead of her.]
How about you take the first slice, big guy.