mnt_raph: (Dom Iron)
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Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Rest.

Oh sure, Raph could be working out back in Tortall. It's not like there isn't any number of errands, tasks, or chores that he could do that wouldn't result in the exact same amount of exertion. It's just that here in Milliways? He can take a scaldingly hot shower afterwards. The draw of a place with a nigh unlimited amount of hot water is a powerful draw indeed.

He takes advantage of the rest period to shift his position on the work out bench and adjusting his grip on the bar resting on the pins above his chest.
Only four more sets at this weight, and he's done.

Date: 2010-01-05 03:02 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Something smells)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Down the staff corridor, Mike had said. You'll hear the Metallica.

Before she entered the staff wing, Elizabeth had wondered to herself what Metallica might be. Since entering the hallway, however, her most pressing thought is how to make it stop.

Surely that cannot be considered music?

Covering her ears, she follows the screeching sounds to the gym and calls out:

"Will you turn off that dreadful noise?"

Date: 2010-01-05 03:20 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Shoot the gun AT rum?)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Perhaps.

Or perhaps she would instead be focusing on the click of her pistol as she cocked it.

"I SAID," Elizabeth bellows, "WILL YOU STOP ASSAULTING MY EARS WITH THAT DREADFUL NOISE."

She moves close enough so he can see her arm held straight and high, pistol pointed unwaveringly at the stereo system.

Date: 2010-01-05 04:02 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Shoot the gun AT rum?)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
She's thinking about it.

How much she's thinking about it is evident in the set of her shoulders and the stubborn look on her face.

"Five. Four. Three..."

The pause between numbers is almost exactly the amount of time Raph was using per repetition.

Date: 2010-01-05 04:59 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Bored now)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth slowly turns her gaze from the stereo back to Raph, both eyebrows raised.

"Incandescently."

The corner of her mouth pulls up in a smirk and she returns the pistol to her sash.

"You're Raphael." He fits the description. "Mike gave me your direction."

Date: 2010-01-05 05:18 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Captain)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"No, the main door blocks most of the noise and he seemed completely unconcerned by any damage you might inflict upon your own ears."

Beat.

"I'm Captain Turner. Elizabeth Turner."

This, she feels, should explain everything.

Date: 2010-01-05 03:49 pm (UTC)
try_corsets: (Intent look)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth gives him an arch look. "I'm afraid that aural disaster could only loosely be defined as such."

As she speaks, Elizabeth removes the specially padded long coat Mike had constructed for her and turns her torso sideways. She quirks an eyebrow at Raph, smiling thinly.

"This."

The sight of her rounded stomach in conjunction with her name should jog whatever memory he has left, if the Metallica hasn't completely turned his brains to mush. Right?

Date: 2010-01-05 06:38 pm (UTC)
try_corsets: (I know something you don't know)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
This is... not going according to plan.

Elizabeth opens and shuts her mouth, momentarily taken aback until she decides she doesn't care for his tone and gives him a smile that is almost mean.

"As is your brother."

Beat.

"He didn't tell you about me," she guesses.

Date: 2010-01-05 06:50 pm (UTC)
try_corsets: (Default)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"A club? Perhaps."

She smiles again, but this time it's bemused. Maybe she wasn't actually poking fun at Mike.

"He has generously offered his assistance to me in several ways," she explains, peering at Raph, "including hiring you to help me with a small... problem. I'd assumed you had already discussed the matter when he sent me to find you."

Date: 2010-01-05 07:09 pm (UTC)
try_corsets: (I know something you don't know)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth studies him in silence, running her eyes down his bare chest and back up again. She starts to smile, but it never really makes it past a knowing smirk.






"Mutinous pirates," she says at last, lowering her voice and offering the answer like it's a gift topped with a pretty bow.

...which reminds her of something. Still watching him, she reaches for the coat and pulls a bottle of Sam Adams out of a deep pocket.

Date: 2010-01-06 03:08 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Into the middle distance)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Careful not to reveal that she's a little astounded at how well the beer worked, Elizabeth follows and stands directly behind him.

"Five," she answers.

"No more than seven."

Her eyes drift toward the ceiling.

"Ten at the most, but I think together we can keep the number from climbing so high."

Date: 2010-01-06 04:00 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Fake laugh)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth drops her gaze back to his and turns her head slightly, as if trying to interpret his answer.

"Mike said you are discrete. If you can manage to make the problematic elements of my crew disappear without a trace or clue as to their whereabouts, I shouldn't have any further need of your services." She bares her teeth in a smile. "Pirates are a superstitious lot."

Date: 2010-01-06 04:46 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Hopeful)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"Would scared witless, presumed dead and transported elsewhere be an option?"

She looks hopeful.

Date: 2010-01-06 06:07 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Default)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"Certainly."

She points forward. "Bow." And back. "Stern."

Left. "Port."

Right. "Starboard."

Elizabeth flashes a quick, mild smile.

"I'll draw you the rest."

Date: 2010-01-07 12:28 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Sideways look)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"I suppose," she replies, looking at him askance.

Yes. Exactly that.

"I'll ensure you have what you need."

Date: 2010-01-07 01:59 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Backlight)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Hopefully he's just as adept at disappearing pirates as he is at judging height.

"Why?"

It's something that's been lingering in the back of her mind.

"Why agree? What have you to gain from this arrangement?"

Date: 2010-01-07 02:11 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (I know something you don't know)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth is briefly distracted by the towel rubbing. Does he think the extra stimulation will help restore what's been lost?

"Is that so."

She presses her lips together into a thin line. Mike's opinion of her supposed trustworthiness and Raph's dislike of pirates isn't enough.

After all, she's a pirate herself.

He needs a reason to do this for her. Only then will she feel comfortable allowing him on her ship.

"You must not think very much of what Captain Sparrow's done to your brother," she remarks, lowering her voice to just above a whisper as she steps closer.

Date: 2010-01-07 02:26 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Suspicious)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Encouraging, though she has no idea what a BFF is.

"If I were you," she continues, watching his face closely and then starting to circle around the bench, "I'd want to hurt him back."

Now it's like she's the devil on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

"Make him pay."

Date: 2010-01-07 02:44 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Rum is best up against the mast)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
She stops just behind him, and waits.





"What if I was to say I already had?"

Date: 2010-01-07 02:52 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (I'm not sorry I drank all the rum)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth smiles a little to herself.

"It was me who chained him to the mast-"

She pulls back, then looks up at him from behind his other shoulder.

"-and left him for the kraken."

Date: 2010-01-07 03:07 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (How to handle a sword)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Would a pirate lie?

Elizabeth wisely refrains from posing that question aloud.

"Oh, but I did."

She circles back around, eyes finding and holding his.

"I sent Jack to the Locker."

And helped retrieve him, but that's hardly the relevant point.

Date: 2010-01-07 03:38 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (You amuse the pirate)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"I did what was necessary."

Elizabeth holds her breath, waiting to see if her gamble pays off... and it does.

Amusement softens her expression.

"So the way I see it, you owe me a favor."

Date: 2010-01-07 03:49 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Thank you)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
It wasn't a matter of Jack making her angry. It was a matter of survival.

"No, he didn't. We rescued him."

She blinks, face maddeningly blank.

"Then we have an accord?"

Date: 2010-01-07 04:10 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Captain)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"Good."

Excited anticipation flashes in her eyes.

"Either I or Mr. Gibbs will deliver what you need in a few days." A small smile. "And I will leave you to your... heavy lifting and offensive noise."

Date: 2010-01-07 04:18 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Over the shoulder)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Already on her way out the door, Elizabeth stops and glances at him over her shoulder.

"I think I will."

Beat.

"I'll enjoy proving it to you at the baby shower."

And she's gone.

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