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"Ah," Morene purred, sitting herself down. Her eyes moved up and down Iris' figure, the outline of the android's silhouette now much puffier than before. The huntress was rather proud of her sense of fashion; the dark casual jacket that wrapped around Iris' body was just as sleek as her.
As the android girl popped the thick collar of her new coat, she swirled in front of Morene a single time. Showing off, a smile beamed on her face.
"That's more like it!" The knochten piped up, sharing a genuine grin with the lady in front of her, bubbling with young life.
"I think... this is the one! It's very cute," Iris spoke to herself almost, lost looking at herself in the small mirror at her side.
"Forsooth," Morene finished off, "now you can express yourself freely without the chill breeze in the air distracting you. Still..."
"Hm?"
"It needs something," Morene hummed, a finger on her chin as she slowly circled around Iris to the best of her ability in the still relatively small ship. The knightress pondered; as cute as Iris was standing in front of her with her swanky new outfit, it had something that could be considered an empty space. The woman heading the personal fashion show in front of her couldn't tell where exactly that empty space was. Finally, Morene walked slowly to the lockers in the same room as the mirror Iris used to oogle herself and her new clothes. She nodded once, reaching into the opened storage unit. From her single gauntleted hand held a rather small looking piece of cloth, which later revealed itself to be a beanie as Morene held it out in both of her hands.
"Here!" The knochten couldn't help herself, reaching over to the android's small head to fit the small hat. The piece of wool wrapped itself snug around her head; just as Morene thought, the dark grey color of both the jacket and her hat fit perfectly with her long white mane of hair. The huntress held both her hands to her cheeks as Iris raised her head, giggling. Morene gushed.
"Ohh, 'tis perfect!"
"I see what you mean, good choice!" Iris expressed her agreement without hesitation. With that, she blinked, hopping down the small room and right back into the cockpit of the ship, putting her duff right down on the seat. She folded her arms, eyes widening in slight surprise. "Huh," she murmured, "we're already almost there! Morene, do they know we're coming about now?"
"Yes, yes, they will in a moment," Morene blushed, realizing that she had forgotten to reply to her new employers, hoping the two of the girls were lucky enough to pass the interview ahead of them. In a rush, she pulled the tablet that Iris had to recalibrate after getting her new spacecraft. Pecking gently on the screen with her armored fingers, the woman clumsily went to her account details and looked at her sent messages. She figured it might have been a bad idea to jab at a screen with a suit of power armor, but she had no time, feeling the ship's altitude lower by the second.
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CreedmoorKnocht: Hello, my name is Morene Fellon; I am stranded in space and am about to land near your general location. I and my partner need a job for financial support and also getting accustomed to the lands; I fit all of your requirements, I believe.
Bajiitro'aran: Oh, hi! Can I have some sort of verification of your appearance at least? I'll PM you the coordinates for the interview afterward, just don't try anything sneaky
. . .
CreedmoorKnocht: I have messaged you the verification you have asked for, my partner Iris included. I apologize it took me so long, I am not familiar with the technology here. I will be reporting to your location promptly, miss N'air.
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"And," Morene inhaled, pressing the tiny button reading 'Send' on the tablet, "there!" Before she could even realize it, the floorboards of the spacecraft shook as Iris stuck the landing with a surprising amount of grace. Iris focused her attention on making sure her new means of transportation was anchored firmly into the ground before lifting herself from her seat.
"So," Iris inquired, "where to now?"
"Don't worry about that, I already have their coordinates; we should be there in little time at all. Follow," Morene gestured back, reassuring the android girl as she walked outside of the spacecraft and out into the humid air of Opealon, the land of suspended soils.
It took the two women a surprisingly short hike walking on the beaten path laid out before them before reaching the coordinates halfway across the island's edge. It was a dock of some sorts; Morene knew she could see two figures standing on the edge of the wooden boards. The sun made it difficult to make out any details in their clothing, but Morene knew it was those who were to hire her soon, if she was up to the task anyway. Both her and Iris stepped forward, Morene stopping before she laid her sabaton on the docks.
The figure standing at the end of the boarded frame looked back, a very traditional garb wrapping her... furry face? Morene thought to herself. She didn't mind, but she certainly didn't expect the woman that was to interview her would have any feline features. A stern look marked the mother's face.
"Hm. So this is the one you picked out?" The feline eyed the knight with a cynical intensity. The younger girl at her side swayed a bit, giving her affirmation and gazing up at the knochten through thick lashes. The Khajiiti woman stepped forward, extending her hand.
"This one's name is Ra'tima-Dro. It is this one's daughter, Masahir, that the knight will be watching over- if, she passes the interview. Who is this partner?" She gestured to Iris.
“Ah, that is my companion, Iris,” the knochten replied, eyebrows raised at the mention of knights, a title she continue to ponder the meaning of. She elaborated, hoping to sound as innocent as possible as the android peevishly looked on at the small cat mother. “I didn’t know if this job was open for two; possibly not, but she’s my… driver, so to speak.”
Before Ra could say anything Masa chimed in. “Oh, a chaperone driver? I wouldn’t mind paying miss Iris for transportation, at the very least.” She stepped in front of her mom, a hand on her hip and one on her chin as she looked over both possible employees.
“How good are you at driving, miss Iris? And is it true what they say about this ‘space’ stuff? I’ve never seen a so called spaceship in real life, but they did have them in fancy commercials back home.”
Ra cleared her throat and glanced at Morene. “How long has this one been doing bodyguard details? The man this one is replacing had many years of experience, Ra’tima-Dro can only hope Moren e has as much, if not more.”
“Five years of mercenary work, a decade of general combat experience.” The answer was very forward; she wasn’t showing off whatsoever by the tone of her voice. Ra, in all of her experience living, was nigh-certain that the knight-errant in front of her was telling the truth just looking at her eyes alone.
If the khajiit was impressed, she failed to show it outwardly, instead opting to ask another question, “tell this one about your previous guard experience, and how you handle stressful situations. This one’s daughter has been attacked in the past, how would Morene respond in a crisis?”
“How broad of an inquiry!” Morene whistled, a slight smile resting on her face as Ra’tima-Dro still gave her cold eyes. She nodded, “I try to use as much force is needed for the task; overkill is not my game. Yet, I don’t think that’s the answer you want, ma’am.” Slowly, the knight-errant held her hands outwards. In an instant, the woman’s two-handed greatsword spawned in both of her palms, her one gift from the godmind that sent her here, Ark’maer.
“I,” Morene paused, “respond quickly, and without prejudice. I am quick with my wrists, and with my armor even quicker. Stress in the face of danger is not something I can do when I spent a decade of my life having flesh-rending monsters breathing down my neck nearly every week I slept, let me tell you!”
The cat cocked an eyebrow at the invigorated response, taking a long moment to study the sword the knight-errant had summoned. She delicately ran a lithe finger down the flat of the blade, murring at the familiar cold bite of a well forged weapon. Finally she looked up at Morene. “Come, you must kneel so this one can properly see your face.”
Morene did as she was told, without hesitation. A large thud was heard by all witnessing parties as the huntress took a knee. The knight-errant was in full sight now, and Ra’tima-Dro knew full and well how genuine her stories were. Still, this interview wasn’t over yet.
“Hm,” Ra mumbled lowly, “how often does Morene train? How?”
This is getting excessive, Morene thought, doing well to disguise her slight bewilderment at how thorough this entire process was. Am I protecting royalty of some sort? She replied. “Every day, if possible. My van’giir organs allow me to eat sufficiently as to allow for better strength, and I do drills every day to keep my hands quick.”
She knew that wasn’t enough. The cat mother almost scowled. Almost.
“Er,” Morene nodded, “I can bench eight-hundred without armor, two-thousand and five-hundred with.”
“Morene is hired.”
“Oh--”
“Come, this one will allow you to show us to your ship,” Ra finally concluded, Iris in the meantime popping her head up from behind Morene’s tank-plated back.
“Yes ma’am,” the android nervously piped up in response. Morene cracked a slight smile at Iris’ slight intimidation.
The four women walked for a few minutes thereafter, little words spoken. That didn’t last long. Quickly, Iris and Masahir made easy conversation, the two young girls finding each other’s presence quite comfortable, nevermind the hulking knight and ferocious feline assassin walking with them side-by-side.
As the android girl popped the thick collar of her new coat, she swirled in front of Morene a single time. Showing off, a smile beamed on her face.
"That's more like it!" The knochten piped up, sharing a genuine grin with the lady in front of her, bubbling with young life.
"I think... this is the one! It's very cute," Iris spoke to herself almost, lost looking at herself in the small mirror at her side.
"Forsooth," Morene finished off, "now you can express yourself freely without the chill breeze in the air distracting you. Still..."
"Hm?"
"It needs something," Morene hummed, a finger on her chin as she slowly circled around Iris to the best of her ability in the still relatively small ship. The knightress pondered; as cute as Iris was standing in front of her with her swanky new outfit, it had something that could be considered an empty space. The woman heading the personal fashion show in front of her couldn't tell where exactly that empty space was. Finally, Morene walked slowly to the lockers in the same room as the mirror Iris used to oogle herself and her new clothes. She nodded once, reaching into the opened storage unit. From her single gauntleted hand held a rather small looking piece of cloth, which later revealed itself to be a beanie as Morene held it out in both of her hands.
"Here!" The knochten couldn't help herself, reaching over to the android's small head to fit the small hat. The piece of wool wrapped itself snug around her head; just as Morene thought, the dark grey color of both the jacket and her hat fit perfectly with her long white mane of hair. The huntress held both her hands to her cheeks as Iris raised her head, giggling. Morene gushed.
"Ohh, 'tis perfect!"
"I see what you mean, good choice!" Iris expressed her agreement without hesitation. With that, she blinked, hopping down the small room and right back into the cockpit of the ship, putting her duff right down on the seat. She folded her arms, eyes widening in slight surprise. "Huh," she murmured, "we're already almost there! Morene, do they know we're coming about now?"
"Yes, yes, they will in a moment," Morene blushed, realizing that she had forgotten to reply to her new employers, hoping the two of the girls were lucky enough to pass the interview ahead of them. In a rush, she pulled the tablet that Iris had to recalibrate after getting her new spacecraft. Pecking gently on the screen with her armored fingers, the woman clumsily went to her account details and looked at her sent messages. She figured it might have been a bad idea to jab at a screen with a suit of power armor, but she had no time, feeling the ship's altitude lower by the second.
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CreedmoorKnocht: Hello, my name is Morene Fellon; I am stranded in space and am about to land near your general location. I and my partner need a job for financial support and also getting accustomed to the lands; I fit all of your requirements, I believe.
Bajiitro'aran: Oh, hi! Can I have some sort of verification of your appearance at least? I'll PM you the coordinates for the interview afterward, just don't try anything sneaky
. . .
CreedmoorKnocht: I have messaged you the verification you have asked for, my partner Iris included. I apologize it took me so long, I am not familiar with the technology here. I will be reporting to your location promptly, miss N'air.
-
"And," Morene inhaled, pressing the tiny button reading 'Send' on the tablet, "there!" Before she could even realize it, the floorboards of the spacecraft shook as Iris stuck the landing with a surprising amount of grace. Iris focused her attention on making sure her new means of transportation was anchored firmly into the ground before lifting herself from her seat.
"So," Iris inquired, "where to now?"
"Don't worry about that, I already have their coordinates; we should be there in little time at all. Follow," Morene gestured back, reassuring the android girl as she walked outside of the spacecraft and out into the humid air of Opealon, the land of suspended soils.
It took the two women a surprisingly short hike walking on the beaten path laid out before them before reaching the coordinates halfway across the island's edge. It was a dock of some sorts; Morene knew she could see two figures standing on the edge of the wooden boards. The sun made it difficult to make out any details in their clothing, but Morene knew it was those who were to hire her soon, if she was up to the task anyway. Both her and Iris stepped forward, Morene stopping before she laid her sabaton on the docks.
The figure standing at the end of the boarded frame looked back, a very traditional garb wrapping her... furry face? Morene thought to herself. She didn't mind, but she certainly didn't expect the woman that was to interview her would have any feline features. A stern look marked the mother's face.
"Hm. So this is the one you picked out?" The feline eyed the knight with a cynical intensity. The younger girl at her side swayed a bit, giving her affirmation and gazing up at the knochten through thick lashes. The Khajiiti woman stepped forward, extending her hand.
"This one's name is Ra'tima-Dro. It is this one's daughter, Masahir, that the knight will be watching over- if, she passes the interview. Who is this partner?" She gestured to Iris.
“Ah, that is my companion, Iris,” the knochten replied, eyebrows raised at the mention of knights, a title she continue to ponder the meaning of. She elaborated, hoping to sound as innocent as possible as the android peevishly looked on at the small cat mother. “I didn’t know if this job was open for two; possibly not, but she’s my… driver, so to speak.”
Before Ra could say anything Masa chimed in. “Oh, a chaperone driver? I wouldn’t mind paying miss Iris for transportation, at the very least.” She stepped in front of her mom, a hand on her hip and one on her chin as she looked over both possible employees.
“How good are you at driving, miss Iris? And is it true what they say about this ‘space’ stuff? I’ve never seen a so called spaceship in real life, but they did have them in fancy commercials back home.”
Ra cleared her throat and glanced at Morene. “How long has this one been doing bodyguard details? The man this one is replacing had many years of experience, Ra’tima-Dro can only hope Moren e has as much, if not more.”
“Five years of mercenary work, a decade of general combat experience.” The answer was very forward; she wasn’t showing off whatsoever by the tone of her voice. Ra, in all of her experience living, was nigh-certain that the knight-errant in front of her was telling the truth just looking at her eyes alone.
If the khajiit was impressed, she failed to show it outwardly, instead opting to ask another question, “tell this one about your previous guard experience, and how you handle stressful situations. This one’s daughter has been attacked in the past, how would Morene respond in a crisis?”
“How broad of an inquiry!” Morene whistled, a slight smile resting on her face as Ra’tima-Dro still gave her cold eyes. She nodded, “I try to use as much force is needed for the task; overkill is not my game. Yet, I don’t think that’s the answer you want, ma’am.” Slowly, the knight-errant held her hands outwards. In an instant, the woman’s two-handed greatsword spawned in both of her palms, her one gift from the godmind that sent her here, Ark’maer.
“I,” Morene paused, “respond quickly, and without prejudice. I am quick with my wrists, and with my armor even quicker. Stress in the face of danger is not something I can do when I spent a decade of my life having flesh-rending monsters breathing down my neck nearly every week I slept, let me tell you!”
The cat cocked an eyebrow at the invigorated response, taking a long moment to study the sword the knight-errant had summoned. She delicately ran a lithe finger down the flat of the blade, murring at the familiar cold bite of a well forged weapon. Finally she looked up at Morene. “Come, you must kneel so this one can properly see your face.”
Morene did as she was told, without hesitation. A large thud was heard by all witnessing parties as the huntress took a knee. The knight-errant was in full sight now, and Ra’tima-Dro knew full and well how genuine her stories were. Still, this interview wasn’t over yet.
“Hm,” Ra mumbled lowly, “how often does Morene train? How?”
This is getting excessive, Morene thought, doing well to disguise her slight bewilderment at how thorough this entire process was. Am I protecting royalty of some sort? She replied. “Every day, if possible. My van’giir organs allow me to eat sufficiently as to allow for better strength, and I do drills every day to keep my hands quick.”
She knew that wasn’t enough. The cat mother almost scowled. Almost.
“Er,” Morene nodded, “I can bench eight-hundred without armor, two-thousand and five-hundred with.”
“Morene is hired.”
“Oh--”
“Come, this one will allow you to show us to your ship,” Ra finally concluded, Iris in the meantime popping her head up from behind Morene’s tank-plated back.
“Yes ma’am,” the android nervously piped up in response. Morene cracked a slight smile at Iris’ slight intimidation.
The four women walked for a few minutes thereafter, little words spoken. That didn’t last long. Quickly, Iris and Masahir made easy conversation, the two young girls finding each other’s presence quite comfortable, nevermind the hulking knight and ferocious feline assassin walking with them side-by-side.