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starshell:

“H-Hey…you don’t have to feel obligated to help any of us out just because we did you a couple favors, we did it because we wanted to and we’re all friends! I think I speak for everyone when I say that.” nervous laughter follows when she smiles, it’s getting hard to keep up the cool exterior. “But I’ll keep that in mind! Uh…say, actually, I might need to talk to you a little later about it! Not now though, definitely now! Later, like way, way later! Actually how do you feel about letters?”

          ❝ Aw shucks. Y’all are real sweet, but don’t go worryin’ that I feel it’s a debt and what not. Yer all part of Hammerhead now and don’t go lettin’ anyone tell ya otherwise. That means we’re gonna stand beside y’all ‘til the end, it’s just how we do. ❞ fingers adjust her hat back into place, tilting her head slightly at his remark. ❝ Well alrighty! I’ll be all ears whenever you need, just give me a holler when the time comes. As for letters, got no problem with ‘em in the slightest. We get lots of ‘em back at the station considerin’ Paw-paw prefers that method over a cellphone. Anywho, they’re all fine and dandy. ❞

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starshell:

“C-Cindy!” As happy as he’d usually be to see her, now is a really bad time. “You don’t need to worry about this kinda stuff! Actually, it’s probably better if you don’t! Like, it’s all silly, don’t you think?” That’s not what he was saying a moment ago. 

          ❝ Now I know I ain’t that swell at this sorta jig compared to fixin’ cars and the like, but it’s the least I can do to help a friend out, y’know? ‘Specially with how y’all have helped the folks real nice ‘round the garage. I ain’t gonna go pryin’ or nothin’ into your business, though. ❞ a upbeat smile is given, adjusting her hat briefly as she gives a firm nod. ❝ Ain’t worryin’ a lick. Shucks, maybe Paw-paw might’ve been better at handlin’ it at this rate. But just you know that if you need some helpin’, I can do what I can for ya, y’hear? ❞

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starshell:

“Buuuh…you can’t just up and tell someone that you like them! It’s not that simple! What if they don’t like you back? What if they think you’re weird after you do it!? You have to think about these things! My life would be over if I told her how I felt and she rejected me!”

          ❝ Havin’ some girl troubles there? And here I thought y’all only worried about the Regalia. ❞ no, cindy. the only one completely worried about the regalia is you. ❝ Guess I figured you boys woulda helped each other out with things like that. But if ya want, I can try givin’ a hand on the matter. ❞

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lightninghaste:

Well, this was unexpected. Barry’s day went by relatively normal, so far. And by normal, that meant not having to put on his Flash suit, which in turn meant that it was going to be a good day. It probably wouldn’t last long, knowing the speedster’s luck, but it sure was nice just trying to get by the day without any hassle. But it did surprise him when he was approached by someone from behind, giving him a couple of taps on his shoulder accompanied with a rather curious question.

Now he was face to face with an attractive blonde and it took every bit of his willpower to not gaze below her chin.

    “I’m sorry, uh… tools?” He barely managed to avoid stumbling on his own words, completely caught off guard by the woman’s appearance. Slowly however, the speedster regained composure and offered a friendly smile at the stranger. “Oh, that kind huh?” he said, spotting the plastic case of toy tools she had by her side. Work of the scientists, no doubt. 

    “Let’s see… if the building hadn’t move yet, there should be one close by, I think.”

          REACTIONS AS THESE, WHETHER SUBTLE or conspicuous, were not foreign to the blonde mechanic in any form, the eyes of their service station customers tending to sneak their glances while they could whilst stopping by. yet the boy himself was not one to stand agape like many others, particularly two of the four boys she has come to befriend in their journeys. something which the southerner could appreciate, lips curling into another, peppy smile at the thought of it all as she awaits his reply.

          once stated does she carry on without need to commentate, eyes can only turn to glance over her shoulder as if investigating the possibility, wondering briefly if she had managed to pass it by in her initial trek around the block to locate one. ❝ Shoot. Really? Hope I didn’t miss it, ❞ she speaks, a knuckle rapping gently against her chin in thought as if pondering the structures she has last seen. swiftly does her countenance glance upward at the taller male once she pulls herself from those thoughts.

          ❝ Would, uh... ya mind walkin’ me there? If yer not any busy, that is. Y’know, just in case the buildin’s moved like ya said. ❞ olive green hues peer from beneath the the crimson rim of her hat, one hand lifting to push it upward. ❝ Ain’t got much to give, but I can fix somethin’ if ya ever need it to repay the kindness. ❞

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stormrebelled:

     He has no idea what or who ‘Ifrit’ is so Finn swiftly decides to ask about it later rather than now.

     ❝ Yeah, that’s true. I mean, I don’t really… Know too much either admittedly, but what you’re saying makes sense. Getting or making someone you like or appreciate something you know that they would really like would mean more than just… Chocolates, I think. Not that chocolates or any food is bad, really. ❞

          ❝ Glad to hear I ain’t losin’ ya on the point I’m tryin’ to get across. Chocolates are all fine’n dandy for those who like ‘em. Hell, even an ol’ fashioned BBQ would get me havin’ a blast over some stuffy ol’ five star dinin’. Well, dependin’ how it was spent, that is, ❞ she drawls on, smiling all the way as gloved hands rest upon both hips. ❝ Y’know, you got a good head on them shoulders. I reckon yer gonna have no troubles findin’ that special someone when it happens, let alone doin’ just fine. ❞

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          ❝ Now, I ain’t one to get lost easily but... what in tarnation? ❞

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stormrebelled:

     ❝ It’s also hard to think about what someone would like on a more personal level at times, I think. Even if someone likes to fly ships doesn’t mean they’ll necessarily want a steering wheel for one, you know? ❞ he pauses, looking a bit confused at his own words.

     ❝ Er, what I mean to say is… What would you do, then? ❞

          ❝ That’s a fine point, too. Bet some of my friends back home might try arguin’ that point to a degree hotter than even Ifrit himself could make, ❞ a chuckle slipping from her thereafter at the thought. ❝ Well, I can’t right say. Wouldn’t hurt none to just spend time with ‘em. Don’t take my word fer it, though. I ain’t the best for askin’, what with me not payin’ much mind to all the preemptive wooin’. All I do know is that there’s one way to do it and that’s to treat each other right. ❞

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          ❝ Now I ain’t sayin’ ya'll can’t get a gift or two for who ya like, but don’t go thinkin’ that’s all there is to it. Gotta treat yer other real nice like, y’know? Just gettin’ ‘em a gift with nothin’ to it would be like buyin’ some car parts and not installin’ them on the ol’ girl. ❞

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stormrebelled:

     It’s nice; that’s a given.

     What confuses about this vehicle in particular, as well as others within this city, is how… Well, grounded the are. Of course, Finn had seen wheeled vehicles within his lifetime but often, the were used for traversing in places with sand… And also used to hold large cargo rather than just be used to freely and speedily move about. No, such matters were usually left to the machines that could hover and oftentimes, fly.

     ❝ Huh? ❞

     Turning around at the sound of a woman’s voice speaking to him nearby, the former storm trooper offers a perplexed look for a moment. Though her beauty is obviously taken note of, so is the amount of dirt and grease caked onto her features here and there. Could she be the owner of this vehicle? Or, more likely, a mechanic of some sort?

     If it’s the latter, then Finn may finally be in some luck for once.

     ❝ Oh! Well… Maybe. I don’t know, ❞ he starts, rubbing the back of his neck while his gaze drifts elsewhere for a moment.  ❝ I actually haven’t seen too many things like this before. Where I’m from, things usually… You know, hover. ❞

          LIPS SWIFTLY CURL into an amicable smile toward the stranger, noting how suddenly he reacts to being pulled from what thoughts plagued him prior. For one so intrigued by the vehicle itself, she easily notes that he appears to have only the slightest knowledge of the actual transportation parked neatly within the painted lines. Stepping forth, she leans forward briefly with hands upon her hips whilst perusing the pristine condition of the paint, as if the glistening sparkles beneath the beaming rays of the sun were naught but the finest work of art. ❝ Really? Now I wasn’t born yesterday, but somethin’ tells me ya ain’t lyin’ ‘bout not seein’ many, neither, ❞ she comments, head turning slightly in accompaniment of these words.

          Straightening herself once more, she pivots to face him completely as she tunes in.

          ❝ Ooooh! I getcha. You’re talkin’ ‘bout airships and the like, right? We got ‘em back home where I tumbled on in from, too. Hoverin’ cars not so much... though I did manage to fix up a lil somethin’ for the boys and their Regalia once, ❞ she beams, arms crossing themselves across her chest in pride of her works. ❝ Hate to tell ya, but you’ll probably find nothin’ like them hoverin’ cars here. ❞

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                        “So… do you work here or?” The question wasn’t unfounded. It was a curious case, or so Sabine thought it was. This blonde woman, decorated by smears of grease on her face and skin, not unlike Sabine’s paint splotches on her gloves and boots, was camped outside, waving up customers as they passed by this store, which the Mandalorian was supposed to go into. Instead, the capped woman caught her attention instead.

                         “I’m gonna guess… not, because that guy, who I’m assuming is the owner of this store, is giving you the glare of a lifetime.”

          OLIVE GREEN HUES lift themselves once addressed, gloved digits carefully finishing their work upon a mechanical piece that another pedestrian has patiently waited for. Lifting an arm to wipe across her forehead, only to adjust the cap thereafter, she gives the slightest smile in greeting before slouching over. ❝ Sharp as a tack, ain’t ya? ❞ She compliments freely at the others deduction, glancing down briefly to screw the plate back onto the object in her grasp. Giving a nod of approval, the item is passed to the original owner before the mechanic stands herself up to brush aside any dust upon her legs from the ground itself.

          ❝ Ain’t gonna tell ya otherwise. Though, I ain’t gonna feel bad for the fella, neither. Hasn’t once offered me a job despite sittin’ here for days fixin’ and tunin’ things left from right to start buildin’ some repute. ❞

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piercingretort:

Trips to the library and other bookstores had taught Percy a fair amount of the Hive’s technology and engineering–about a much as he could learn without knowing a whole lot of the new jargon. Some assistance would be necessary, and that’s what took Percy to wander through the different sectors. He eventually found himself amongst a small crowd as a young woman tinkered with some type of machinery. Relief and excitement bubbled within Percy, even more so when she called out to him. 

“Not quite, but I do think that you’ll be able to help me. You see, I’m very interested in the engineering of this plane; nothing here is like what I’ve seen back home, and I would like to learn more about it. Especially those… cars? I believe that’s what they’re called. It’s all very fascinating.” 

          PERHAPS THE TOPIC itself to be brought about so abruptly causes olive green pools to glisten with utter excitement, that another so seemingly finds intrigue in the field which she adores. Hands are swift to brush away dirt from leather gloves, turning completely to the stranger.  ❝ Well, I’ll tell you what, you’ve come to the right place for some learnin’ on that, ❞ she beams, ever prideful of the service which she can proffer in educating another in her extensive line of work. Heels pivot as she turns to the rest of the crowd, tugging down the hat atop her head with an accompanied nod. ❝ Looks like that’ll be all today, folks! Same time tomorrow and I’ll get yer gals and pals up an’ runnin’ smoother than a chocobo glidin’ along a race track, ❞ the smile itself never once leaving greased features.

          Quietly does she observe as the crowd disperses, bending over to collect what she can of some of the tips which they offered in her efforts to assist them. Tucking it into her pocket, her attention returns to the other whilst hands rest upon each hip, eagerly awaiting to hear what she could aid him with in regards to knowledge.

          ❝ Now, ‘bout them cars and other mechanical bits. Whaddya need to know? ❞

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GOOD TO KNOW this place had scrapyards– wherever this place was. well, wherever it was, she’d need some way to defend herself, and while her fists were loud enough a statement, a blaster was certainly louder. there was a chance she could use whatever was here, sell a working part or two for a more efficient weapon than this child’s toy she’d been given. there was sure to be someone dealing in weapons in this city, so she’d give it a shot. failing this, there was always the path of most resistance.

so she’d been digging, for some minutes now– maybe even hours, she’d lost track– through mounds of steel and junk she couldn’t name, yanking free some hunks of metal that looked something like engine parts and examining them. she didn’t even know what half this stuff was, though there were shells of what vaguely resembled a vehicle partially submerged in the wreck here and there. but all the same, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be something of value buried in this garbage. 

she’d scour the yard, and if that didn’t work, she could fall back on what she knew too well.

          RUMMAGING THROUGHOUT JUNKYARDS was never something to deter the southern belle when it came to salvageable goods. Dust cakes itself to what exposed skin it could cling to, smeared to and fro from yellow sleeves swiping at it aside when the crafty mechanic herself was able to wipe clean what she is able after a session or two of digging, hands upon her hips with a look of determination in discovering a prized gem amidst this towering pit of scrap. Were it not for the clanking of metal which garners her attention, olive green hues lifting swiftly as to inspect the cause with genuine surprise that company lingered about.

          Hands swiftly brush against one another, an effort to cleanse what she can of the filth that already lingers on her, stepping forth to see just whom finds themselves at home amongst the steel and parts. Rounding the corner, peeking briefly through minuscule cracks within the piles, eyes fall upon another woman inspecting what seems to be a set of powerful components for any vehicle to possess. Before she could even think, she proffers a beaming expression at the notable find. ❝ Well I’ll be... seen nothin’ like those in all my years. Stuff’a legends only Paw-paw would know about, I’d reckon. And still in purdy good condition, too! It’s yer lucky day, ‘specially if yer lookin’ into fetchin’ a price for ‘em, ❞ she gushes, unable to quell her absolute delight in gazing upon a fine specimen of mechanical parts as this.

          ❝ Though if you plan to actually use ‘em, they’ll be needin’ some tune-ups before you plug them babies in. ❞

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          HOW THE OTHER seemingly stares at the perfectly made vehicle is what seizes her initial attention firstly. Perhaps he wasn’t so much a customer in search of purchasing than one merely to observe, her heels clicking along as she steps forth beside him.  ❝ Now ain’t she purdy, ❞ the compliment laced with an awestruck tone as the mechanic steps forth. Hands rest themselves upon her hips as she comes to a halt, peering at the sleek automobile with vast interest. ❝ Heard ‘em say they let some folks take ‘em for a ride around the city. For testin’, of course. Gotta make sure the purr of that engine is just right before buyin’, y’know? ❞ A chuckle escapes, one hand reaching forward to trail along the sparkling finish which the car totes.

          ❝ Whaddya say? If yer any innerested, that is. ❞

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          LEGS CROSS THEMSELVES as the blonde sits upon concrete comfortably with a small crowd huddled around, situated politely in front of what seems a small hardware shop tucked away within the thirst sector. Borrowed tools lay scattered around as gloved fingers finish inspecting the mechanical trinket between her legs one last time, metal clattering to the pavement as she finally stands herself up with a bounce. ❝ Here y’all are! Good as new, just be careful with ‘er this time, ❞ she nods, smiling briefly while hands place themselves upon her hips with a satisfied sigh. ❝ Alright now, who’s next? ❞ Whipping her body around, her eyes fixate on a silver-haired man who seems to have just arrived compared to the longer standing citizens.

          ❝ Oh! D’you need somethin’ looked at like the rest of ‘em? ❞

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                         ▬ @lightninghaste

          FINGERS KEEP HOLD of the plastic encased toolbox, tapping gently upon her thigh with each step forward. Even the gentle rattle of the light-weight contents were enough to cause awkward glances toward her, the sight of a full grown woman toting around a child’s toy a vision indeed. Now if only they would be so kind to direct her where she could pick up a more of the genuine deal had she not taken the task into her own, capable hands. Reaching forward, she gives a tap or two on the shoulder of a stranger nearby in order to gain his attention. ❝ Hey there! Pardon the tappin’, ❞ her apology simple enough, accompanied with an amiable smile.

          ❝ Y’know where a girl can get some real tools ‘round these parts? ❞