Clear Skies Ahead!

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Rutger blinked his eyes open and let out a sudden hearty laugh, “Vegetarians?! Ahrrha- that depens’ on who ya ask, ya marble! Ya thought I wasn’a meat eater?!” he wheezes with the silliest grin on his face, turning his head down and running his stony hand down his face. That very obviously brought his spirits up.

“Mm! Coffee can be a real pucker-upper, I find-”

He flattened his ears and furrowed his brows when the thunder struck, making him turn his head sharply to face outside up towards the sky.

“… Mmmhm.” his hum emerged deep from his throat as he placed his palm upon the eroding ruins floor, hauling himself up on his feet as the rain fell even harder and wafted more of that harsh, wet smell into the chamber. He turned around and rubbed his nose as he dragged himself towards Beckett, sniffing loudly, “It is. You ain’t got anythin t’worry ‘bout, kid. Thunder can’t getcha here.”

Rutger sputtered a sigh out his lips as he sat down a little ways across her, “N’less that goth got summin t’do with it.”

“I’m not worried about the thunder getting me,” Beckett replied, her voice more shaky than she would’ve liked. Although she doubted that Rutger was the type to spread word of her...intense dislike of thunderstorms, she didn’t want to take chances. It wasn’t good for her image, after all. A confident, ace pilot who throws herself into the heart of danger, afraid of thunderstorms? It’s almost laughable. Almost.

Beckett crossed her legs, trying to quell their persistent bouncing."Tripp? Nahh, it couldn’t be her causin’ this. That plucky assassin is the incarnation of lightning, not the bringer of huge and spontaneous thunderstorms.” Of course, Beckett didn’t know this for sure. As a matter of fact, the thought of Tripp being here made her nervous. She didn’t think she was on anyone’s hit list, and all of her bounties called for her being brought in alive, but she didn’t know if the assassin held any grudges from anything that transpired in the power races. Wait.

The rocketeer perked up almost immediately, snapping her fingers to mark her revelation. “I think I have an idea as to what’s causin’ this weird storm. Remember how whenever clash hit here, the weather would do something funky? It’s behavior right now is kinda reminiscent of that. Think it might be related to the amount of power stored in the land? I mean, I don’t know diddly-squat about how all that works but it kinda makes sense, right?” 

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“Ya gotta prepare y’mornin’s better, kid! Breakfast’s impor’ant.” he scolds her gently, furrowing his brows for a second.

“Erhhh- usually s’summin … meaty,” Rutger flattened his ears a tad, tapping his chin. He’s received his fair share of weird looks whenever he spoke about eating bugs and gravel, and by now his plate was overfilling, “Not too ‘eavy, gotta save the heavier stuff for lunch’n’whatnot. Tea, s’well-”

A smile spread across his face and he closed his eyes, warmth filling his chest as he imagined sharing cups of tea with Voden, “Thassa stuff, I’m onna same hill with ya there. Green’s always a classic. S’simple in a nice way - th’kind that you want when y’dun want somethin’ overwhelmin’.”

Beckett rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. At least she’s been getting about remembering to eat.

“Really? I always kinda just assumed that Wardens were vegetarians. Although, now that I’m mentionin’ it, I guess it makes sense with the whole circle of life and whatnot,” she reasoned, twirling her hand. It was still hard to imagine someone like Rutger eating red meat, though. Did he have sharp teeth? ...After observing him for a few moments, Beckett decided that it was better not to think about it.

Now, the Warden being a tea drinker didn’t come as a surprise. That said, it didn’t bring her any less joy to know another tea drinker. “Yeah! I always make sure to have at least one box at home. I’ve had folks tell me that I should drink coffee instead, but the cups I have tried have all been too...” Beckett moved her hands in circles, trying to think of the right word to say, “...strong? Well, no, but...shoot! We’ll leave it at I didn’t like the taste.” She let out another laugh. 

A clap of thunder cut her laughter short. The boom wasn’t particularly loud nor did it last for particularly long, but it was enough to further set her on edge. To attempt and alleviate this, Beckett rubbed at her arms, moving to take a seat on the edge of the pool.

“That’s, uh, some pretty...pretty loud thunder, huh?”

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“Mmmhm.” Rutger hums once more, throwing up one bushy brow at the vagueness of “pick up”. Fairly suspicious, but he decides to let it go - so long as it didn’t involve the theft of ancient artefacts belonging to the land, it didn’t involve the pangolin either. Unless it also involved Voden, in which case Rutger was likely to get involved too.

His ears twitch at the repeated step-step of Beckett’s boots and he once more looks back, this time even placing one of his hands on the floor to hold himself up as he watched her blurry, bright figure walk back and forth across the chamber in a restless manner. An almost concerned expression crossed his face and he muttered, “Yer like a marble bein’ rolled back ‘n’ forth in a dish.“

Then, Beckett requested for them to talk. Rutger sputtered his lips as he exhaled, searching his surroundings for ideas, “Uhh-” 

“Y’had breakfast yet, kid?”

On any other day, the Warden’s questioning look would’ve made her worry. If she had to swipe something pertaining to their “gods”, they would surely hunt her down. Today was just a simple pick-up job, though: she had to retrieve a portal-beast hand from Griselma. She had no idea why they would need it, but she didn’t really care enough to pry into the details.

Breakfast. Did she have breakfast this morning? Beckett paused in her pacing, rubbing her chin as she attempted to recall.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, no!” She forced out a laugh. “It wouldn’t be the first time, either. I get so caught up in doing other things that it just slips my mind, y’know? How about you? And what do you usually eat? Whenever I remember, I always get myself a granola bar, a piece of fruit, and a piping hot cup of green tea.” Oh, how she wished she had some tea right now. Tea always helped her nerves. 

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The pangolin furrowed his brows as Beckett explained her dilemma, his lip curling, “Egh. Machines … can’t trust ‘em even if y’work with ‘em.” he murmured to himself distastefully, raising his head a tad to add, “Glad y’ain’t hurt much beyond bein’ soaked to th’ground, kid.”

While Beckett stayed close to the pool, he would push his palm against the edge of it and leave its side, waddling across the chamber towards the tunnel-shaped opening on the other end. He took in a deep breath of the cold, tense air pouring from outside and settled down, crossing his short hind feet and curling his tail around himself.

“Heh, you’re one to talk! Flutterin’ all over the skies like that all the time, I didn’t think we’d ever have th’pleasure of meetin’.” Rutger chuckled softly as he looked over his stone shoulder back at her momentarily, only to turn back towards the rainy mess outside. He allowed himself to relax and took the tip of his tail into his hands, absentmindedly starting to run his fingers along the flow of the scales.

“Mmm … business. Got a mountain of stuff t’do. Yourself?”

Her smile faltered at his comment, but only for a few seconds. It made sense why the Warden had a distaste for machines, being that they’re man-made and unnatural, but they’ve proven to be more dependable than people. In her case, anyways.

“Alright, fair.” Beckett paused, taking a moment to gather her words. Since Rutger didn’t give much detail, that meant that it was alright for her to do the same. “I was hired to pick up something. Retrieval jobs are kinda stale, but I need the coin so I wasn’t going to turn it down.” Satisfied with her response, she crossed her arms and started pacing around the room, occasionally glancing outside at the storm.

“Reeeeally hope this storm passes soon. Last thing I need is for it to start thundering,” she muttered under her breath, digging her fingers into her sleeves. The mere thought of it made her chest tighten with anxiety, but she quickly brushed it off. At least, she tried to. “Soooooo...got any small talk? We gotta pass the time somehow, right?"

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Once she came closer, the way she spoke began ringing some of Rutger’s bells, too, though the fact that she was soaked masked her scent from him somewhat. He tilted his head towards her as she came up to him, brows knitting together thoughtfully, “Water? Uhh-”

And then came the kick - the gems on Rutger’s hands immediately sparked with a bright green glow. The very same parts of his spine crackled once more as Beckett’s boot came into contact with his scales, knocking the air out of his lungs via a breathy oof! and causing him to lurch forward. Despite that-

“Oghhh, that’s refreshin’!” the Warden exclaims heartily, shaking his body throughout and rubbing his scales with the back of his hand as he stands up and hums in relief. The pangolin turns to face Beckett and flashes her a smile with a nod of his head “Th’ land thanks ya, kid! Say-”

Rutger leans in, “Ain’tcha … that fiery gal with a buncha guns ‘n’ a flyin’ contraption? What a storm t’get stuck under, yeah? Y’smell like y’ve brought it in ‘ere, haheh!” he then mumbled, “Bitta fire magic woulda been helpful ‘ere. Where’s Charnok when y’need ‘im …”

“Glad I could help!” Beckett gritted out, giving the Warden a thumbs up. She was cold, wet, and now had an aching foot, but at least she helped someone out. Part of her wondered if he would do anything for her in return. Did Wardens even do that? Or did they expect people to help them out for keeping the land safe? Who knows? Certainly not her.

“Yep! That’s me!” She grinned, putting her hands on her hips. The absence of her jetpack unnerved her, but she didn’t want to falter in front of someone who is almost a complete stranger to her. “Go figure that my engine had to give out before the storm. I’m glad that I landed near some decent cover, but I wasn’t able to reach it before getting completely soaked.” The rocketeer laughed, rubbing the back of her head. Now that he mentioned it, she kinda did wish that Charnok was here. If there was anything worse than having to wait through a storm, it was having to wait through a storm while sopping wet.

Beckett walked over to the pool, leaning back against one of the pillars. “Say, mind me asking what you’re doing out here? It’s kinda weird seeing you outside of the power race.” 

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A gentle exhale left his nostrils and he moved his hand, furrowing his brows and pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing. Though concerned about the synthetic, tense feeling in the air, he had too much on his plate at the moment. He’d let the sky Warden work things out and help if needed.

Rest. Rest rest rest. While he was stuck here, Rutger had a reason to give himself a little break. He shook his head and his body and tail followed suit, making the plates hanging from hist armour jingle softly and kicking up a healthy layer of debris into the air. The Warden took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, relaxing as he intertwined his fingers and leaned backwards, stretching his stone arms high into the air …

“GggguHHP-”

With an uncomfortable crack, his back was painfully locked into place. He groaned and quickly held his side, tail curling up and face scrunching up reflexively. “You- rusted ol’ bones- don’t be givin’ me a hard time right … now!”

Once again, Rutger grabbed the side of the pool. For a second, he accepted his fate of having to wait out until his back unscrewed itself-

His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps as Beckett made a beeline up the stairs. He was saved. Spared. Blessed, even! Rutger let out a wheeze as he attempted to turn around, trying to see what he could of the redhead with his failing eyesight.

“Ahoy! Would ya be so- ah- kind as t’help out an ol’ man with a bad back, pal?” the pangolin greeted her with a pained smile, “A kick’n’the back’ll do-”

Hopefully the storm won’t— A loud crack pried the rocketeer away from her thoughts. Was...that caused by the walls? No, it would’ve sounded much different if it was the walls. It sounded more like...like a crack caused by bone. If that was the case, that meant that she wasn’t alone.

Beckett continued up the stairs cautiously, the sound of a voice confirming her suspicions. Strangely enough, it sounded familiar...

And it was. Holding onto the side of a pool was the Earth Warden, Rutger. Considering that she rarely ever had to pass through his domain on foot, she has rarely ever seen him, the only times being in a power race. With that in mind, why was he here? 

It took her a few moments to process that he had asked her question.

“Oh, uh, sure thing pal!” Beckett replied, trotting over to the warden. “A kick in the back, eh? Hope ya don’t mind a bit of water.” After taking a few seconds to brace herself, she swung her leg and kicked his back. Despite her preparations, however, she couldn’t help but wince at the impact.

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starter post for @cloudracer!

Oh, curse the rains. Today couldn’t have been a worse time for the skies to throw a tantrum and start pumelling down with rain and growl with distant sounds of thunder - right after a morning of calm, sunny skies, too! A certain Warden had business in the Sanctum Falls - personal business, for the most part - and despite the usual moistness of the rough ruin floors, Rutger had decided to travel via a relaxing stroll outside.

The sudden rain startled him and forced him to search for some cover in the tunnels above, climbing the overgrown stairs and sneaking a glance to the storm outside through the still-standing pillars on his way inside. The tunnel turned out to be short - it led to a circular chamber with an open space on one side that led to a drop and a small drinking pool on the other, and stairs that led back outside. Rutger huffed through his nostrils and furrowed his brows. This’ll have to do.

The Warden approached the pool and curled his stone fingers around the edge, sniffing at the frog-shaped statue that poured in the water and kept the pool filled. It smelled fresh, at the very least … he gazed at his own reflection with a squint and reached up the other hand to smooth out one side of his moustache, smirking softly for a moment.

His limp, heavy tail moved a little to feel the intricate, though fading details of the floor. Something about this storm felt … unnatural. He just hoped there wouldn’t be anyone else caught in this place like he was.

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Being paid a generous amount of crowns to retrieve something from Sanctum Falls? Dandy! Having her engine give out, causing her to fall and land in a tree? Less than stellar, but it’s fine! A storm appears from out of nowhere, despite the forecast calling for clear skies? That’s...great. Just great.

However, as she made a move to jump out of the tree, she realized that her engine was stuck, the branches keeping it pinned in the foliage. 

“Shoot,” Beckett muttered, looking back and forth between the sky and the engine. Given the looks of the clouds, it was about to start down-pouring at any second, and she’d rather not be soaked. But...her jetpack made her feel safer, and she’d rather not just...leave it in a tree. 

The distant rolling of thunder put an end to her debate. Without another thought, she fumbled with the belt and unclipped it, falling down and landing on the ground rather ungracefully. She didn’t care about that though. No, all she cared about right now was getting to shelter. 

By the time she reached a decent shelter, her lungs burned and she was chilled to the bone. The deluge had begun as she was sprinting across the field and, due to the lack of cover, she ended up being thoroughly soaked. Things...could be worse, Beckett mused, slinking up the stairs with her arms wrapped around herself. No harm in trying to keep a positive outlook.

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Sorry for the inactivity!

It’s the final months of senior year and hoo it’s a lot.

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Soon the noise of the train blended into the background, a steady beat from the movement of the car pulling him into the open arms of sleep. He was just about to enter that wonderful deep sleep when he suddenly feels his body shake. With a cut of snort, Ramsay stands up swiftly. His face shows clearly that he’s tired and that his brain is still on that train, completely unaware fo the fact that he’s no longer on the vehicle.

“I’m up,” He grumbles, rubbing his eyes. His voice was thick with exhaustion. “We’re ‘ere? Where are we..?” Probably should have read the brochure instead of sleeping. No matter, the only thing that he cared about at the moment was finding an inn. The thug wanted to sleep some more and get his energy back.

“The Animus Station. Jeez, didn’t you hear the announcer?” She paused, thinking. Did this guy ever say where he was going? Beckett wasn’t able to recall. “This is your intended stop, right?” 

Arkaley was a relatively popular town, known for its architecture, gangs, and historic shrine to the Guardian of Aurion. According to the brochure, many tourists come here to pray for blessings of good fortune. Being that that had to be a huge sham, that wasn’t why Beckett came here. 

She came here for its museum. 

Based upon what she’s heard and read, it was loaded with a variety of artifacts of all shapes and sizes. Of course, there was one in particular that her contractor was after: a pendant that was said to have originated in the Rift. While Beckett hated being within a close proximity of Rift-touched things, the pay was too good to turn down. Besides, her contractor did give her permission to nab whatever she wanted.

However, before she could do anything, the rocketeer needed a place to stay. If she didn’t have a more private place to prep, it would make things more difficult for her.

“Where would an inn be...” she murmured, rubbing her chin.

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"Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"

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“What are you implyin’ d’ere?” Ramsay looks over with his lip partially curled up over a sharp canine. “You sayin’ I ain’t as important as I-” Oh. What if… they weren’t talking about him but someone else..? The thug’s brows furrow together in thought. “Are we talkin’ about me?”

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kingofskycity:

“Eh, looks ugly.” It would take more than a goat thing to scare Ramsay, he wasn’t easy to spook.

If Ramsay was to expected to get on his knees and beg the goat thing for forgiveness and his reputation back, Wrip was in for a disappointment. Ramsay would refuse to bow to anyone even if he were forced to. The thug would rather perish than bow to something like Wrip.

“Ha! Fat chance a d’at happenin’! The jerk wants me t’ bow? I’ll bow when I’m six feet under. He can shove it up his rear end for all I care right now. Takin’ my name and slanderin’ it cuz he’s got ‘is panties in a twist.” Ramsay raises an eyebrow at Beckett’s proposal, or rather, her idea.

“I was gonna do d’at anyway. Teach ‘em all not to mess with the king.”

“As ugly as his personality,” she added, a smirk sneaking onto her lips.

“That’s the spirit! Now just tell that to his face and see how he responds.” If Ramsay really did intend on doing that, Beckett knew that it would do nothing but aggravate the satyr further. However, given how riled up the self-proclaimed King of Sky City is, she knew that there was no changing his mind. There was no doubt in her mind that things were gonna end horribly. 

That wasn’t going to stop her from standing by her friend, though.

“So, when d’ya wanna meet him face-to-face?”

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A few turns here, a patch up there, and done! Iris wiped her brow and dusted off some metal chips from Beckett’s jets. It was nothing major, just a simple tune up from the recent battle. 

Iris picked up her comm and called the skyracer, “Hey, Beckett? I’ve got your jets all done!”

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It was unfortunate that someone shot out one of her engines while she was in the air. She was able to land mostly unscathed...although she couldn’t say the same for her jetpack. Lucky for her, there was word of a mechanic in the next town over. Based on the rumors revolving them, she felt that she could trust them to work on repairs.

Beckett gave the mechanic, Iris, a big toothy grin. “Thanks pal!” she chirped, soon moving to examine her work on the jetpack. “Wow, it looks as good as new! Ya really put a lotta effort into this, huh?” The thought of being able to fly again launched her mood sky-high. While the town’s atmosphere was friendly, she hated the thought of having to stay any longer. 

Beckett started rummaging through her pockets. Thanks to her various shenanigans, she always had a good sum of crowns on hand. 

“How much for the repairs?”

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alternatively send “I just want to be alone” for your muse to be breaking down.

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