#mastertaffer

[minervamitford]

✖ ouo

✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?

Minerva cannot tolerate decadence, and those that wallow in it.  She initially came from a poorer background and lucked out in that her skills bloomed and therefore granted her station amongst the Mechanists.  In a way, she detests how the order has become almost a symbol of financial indulgence, but hypocritically enough enjoys the luxuries regardless.  The nobles are, after all, what supports her research and development.

[father-karras-blog]

aHH many apologies, master-taffer --

i fear this reply is going to involve a bit more technical jargon than the utterly engineering-ignorant mun is used to

if i'm slow, that's why; i'll try to get something out soon enough, but know that when i reply to other things first i am mulling over how on earth to explain or otherwise loftily hand-wave garrett's eye

[primalassassin]

⌆

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

Erin has a tendency to bite her lip and clench her fists when agitated or nervous. If in possession of the Claw or any other weapon, she'll move her fingers over the holster to make sure it's still there.

[primalassassin]

☯ //that's about as far as garrett'll go okay

☯: Kiss on the forehead

It was raining as they sat in silence on the remains of the Dawn's Light. No words were necessary, really. Tired, both emotionally and physically, Erin found herself drifting off as she slid down against the rotting wood. When the rain came down upon her exposed skin, it was expected. What was not, however, was when her mentor leaned down to press his lips to her forehead in a chaste kiss. She opened her eyes in shock, glancing his way, before reaching out to hold his hand in hers, waiting out the storm.

[primalassassin]

Primal Lights | [closed with master-taffer]

'It's fucking cold' was the first thing that came to mind when Erin stepped out into the street, grimacing when her feet come into contact with fresh snow. She had half a mind to turn back around and call it a night, not really fond of the thought of racing atop the thieves' highway through layers of slush and ice, but thought better of it.

Garrett would probably berate her for being lazy or a princess or something like that if she opted to skip out on tonight's miniature heist-slash-lesson-slash-grueling-experience-of-the-week. Well, really, he wouldn't, but the thought of her mentor's potential disapproval at her shirking out on an invitation to work together was enough to get her moving despite her misgivings.

So, with a sigh, Erin forced herself to keep going, finally finding a ledge that wasn't covered in ice to hoist herself up on.

"Shit!"

The rooftops are just as slippery as she anticipated, maybe more, and Erin huffs while trying to stop her heart from hammering through her ribs. Maybe the ground would be a wiser choice for travel, or...Well, it couldn't hurt to try. A hand grasped the pendant worn around her neck as she mulled over her options. It was late, and most people would either be asleep or focusing their attention on the ground level, no one would have to see anything.

And her talons would probably provide a better grip on the slick roof compared to her thin boots.

But, on the other hand, Garrett would be incredibly annoyed if she were caught. If she were caught.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time Erin's disobeyed her mentor. Shrugging to herself, all it takes is a bit of focus, and she's on all fours. Though it's not a perfectly stable situation, Erin finds that her paws and talons let her stand more comfortably on the roof, much to her delight.

Now for her to reach the meeting point and get the job done with Garrett. The sooner they got whatever Basso wanted this time, the sooner she could get out of this miserable weather and relax in her mill.