A Blue piece (Requiem)

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She's absolutely certain that it must be confusing for others to see a young girl, particulary average looking with long blonde blue streaked hair and pirate garb, lugging around a huge metal montrosity of a toolbox and to commence building bionic terminator type prosthetic constructions in the middle of a gathering. She doesn't particulary care though, if people insist on ripping limbs of one another in the style of some kind of mideval barbaric punishment and then forbidding to grow them back for a month then they loose all rights to complaining to her tinkering.

Sure enough Richard seems to share her opinion as he's quickly next to her, drawing out plans with her and helping her build the leg they're working on.
There's coming and going on their table, and more often than not she's left to her own devices with her work and thoughts.

She wonders if Kitia is ok, and when bloody Grange is going to give up being intrigued by her. She knows of the young Gangrel's reputation, and the fact that he tends to fool around with her sire's woman and she has no intention what so ever to become another notch on anyone's bedpost. She quite contents herself with the knowledge that if anyone did something even vaguely dishonerable in her opinion, Jack would have their guts for garters, quite literally so.

The former Prince-Regent storming in is a brief distraction, but he swiftly gets beheaded by the Sheik, who has claimed praxis only about an hour earlier. The other affiliate of the House de Sénancourt starts babbling about having ears in the room, only to be shut up by an unexpected warning shot right next to his ear. The Elder turns to see her stand, her flintlock aimed at him.
"This is a double barreled gun sir, and next time I shall not miss. I suggest that you take heed of what his Lordship the Prince tells you."

The rest of the crew is cheering them on, the Prince, Regents and others merely stare. She keeps the gun pointed unwavering, occassionally calling out to others to get out of her range. Even that idiot Moens frenzying doesn't stop her, putting down the gun down when de Sénancourt's lackey has left. Only to be called to assist in a matter of frenzy. Sighing she calls for her doctors bag to be brought to her while she wanders to the backroom where some Gangrel are dealing with their frenzying clan mate.
"Why do you have a doctors bag with blood in it?"
"Dear lord he's as dumb as he looks". She just smiles, keeping her thoughts to herself and says "Why because I AM a doctor and I live with pirates, accidents happen you know."
"So you're into building steampunk, dieselpunk and futurepunk contraptions, books, building bionical limbs and you're a doctor and a pirate? Is there more to you"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Mr Grange".
His hand on her back when he ushers them all out again so he can get to his meeting in that backroom, a little too familiar and keeping it there just a little too long. Removing it again when he gets no response.
"I think he fancies you."
Looking her crewmate in the eye she speaks, her voice cold "I have no intention of being another notch on anyone's bedpost Ricard. Besides, I am not about to trade in a man for a boy."

Comments

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Huzzah! Requiem fic.

[kittensandsteam.livejournal.com]

Not very good requiem fic, but better than no requiem fic :D