[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Flirting with Danger [Javelin]
Feb 23, 2020 12:38:42 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Feb 23, 2020 12:38:42 GMT -5
Javelin watched Carbine as he spoke, listened to the words he used. It was clear he was going back pretty far to try and find the more lethal weapons. He must have been stationed there for a quite a while.
Javelin found herself wondering if that was where Carbine received his wound, the one that made his voice glitch out from time to time. Had something happened in the prison? A revolt? She knew guards could be and were killed in that place. A small part of her wanted to ask . . . to know a little more about him...but she lurched away from that thought. Not only wasn’t it her business, but she didn’t want to upset him by asking, and....why did she want to know anyway? They were just comrades, after all.
When he started talking about having time, she inwardly felt stupid. She should have guessed that, of course. Obviously the more time you had the better you could make a weapon. She had found herself in some messy situations and had to make do with some pretty basic things. She could make arrows, yes, but turning something into a usable shiv was something else.
She couldn’t help but gawp a little when he started talking about things used as weapons. The thought of using crystallized Energon as a weapon in itself was genius....if disturbing...but his next example stopped her.
Javelin stared at Carbine for a minute. She had mentally flinched at the thought of using a fist full of metal as a shiv, trying to work out just how that was supposed to work without damaging his own hand, until Carbine added the information about it just being blunt force trauma anyway. If she had noticed the pause in Carbine’s vocoder while he reset himself, she didn’t seem to notice, just waiting patiently for him to continue talking.
Javelin blinked, and then burst out laughing, laying her hands on her knees and leaning back slightly as her field surged outwards in mirth.
“Wait, wait, you mean he just....pow?” Beaming, she raised a hand and made a smallish fist, pretending to swing and hit someone, “And he thought it was the metal in his hand? Really?”
Javelin seemed tickled at this, shaking her head slightly, before leaning in again, “Alright Maestro, make your magic. Teach me how to shiv.”
Javelin found herself wondering if that was where Carbine received his wound, the one that made his voice glitch out from time to time. Had something happened in the prison? A revolt? She knew guards could be and were killed in that place. A small part of her wanted to ask . . . to know a little more about him...but she lurched away from that thought. Not only wasn’t it her business, but she didn’t want to upset him by asking, and....why did she want to know anyway? They were just comrades, after all.
When he started talking about having time, she inwardly felt stupid. She should have guessed that, of course. Obviously the more time you had the better you could make a weapon. She had found herself in some messy situations and had to make do with some pretty basic things. She could make arrows, yes, but turning something into a usable shiv was something else.
She couldn’t help but gawp a little when he started talking about things used as weapons. The thought of using crystallized Energon as a weapon in itself was genius....if disturbing...but his next example stopped her.
Javelin stared at Carbine for a minute. She had mentally flinched at the thought of using a fist full of metal as a shiv, trying to work out just how that was supposed to work without damaging his own hand, until Carbine added the information about it just being blunt force trauma anyway. If she had noticed the pause in Carbine’s vocoder while he reset himself, she didn’t seem to notice, just waiting patiently for him to continue talking.
Javelin blinked, and then burst out laughing, laying her hands on her knees and leaning back slightly as her field surged outwards in mirth.
“Wait, wait, you mean he just....pow?” Beaming, she raised a hand and made a smallish fist, pretending to swing and hit someone, “And he thought it was the metal in his hand? Really?”
Javelin seemed tickled at this, shaking her head slightly, before leaning in again, “Alright Maestro, make your magic. Teach me how to shiv.”