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peace, love, and sail boats [OPEN]
CHARACTERS: Keya & YOU
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :028 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for whatever fun romps you wanna involve Keya in.
WARNINGS: None, yet. Cuteness from a very moe alien, perhaps.
DAYS :028 - :034 MEET CUTES OR MEETS CUTE ((note: if you want to have interactions with Keya between days :024 and :027, you can wildcard off of this post))
DAYS :035 and :036 SHIP SHAPE
WILDCARD
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :028 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for whatever fun romps you wanna involve Keya in.
WARNINGS: None, yet. Cuteness from a very moe alien, perhaps.
DAYS :028 - :034 MEET CUTES OR MEETS CUTE ((note: if you want to have interactions with Keya between days :024 and :027, you can wildcard off of this post))
[It seems that, after the first few days at the Red Coast, the timid young farana who swore her service to the Carbauschians is finding more courage and confidence to speak. Not just with hosts, but with other envoys, much to the chagrin of her kin.]
I just don’t understand why nobody will even consider it-- [she can be overheard saying, to whomever she’s selected for the time being. It seems a fairly arbitrary selection process; really, just anyone who won’t walk away while she’s talking. Sometimes, even those unfriendly few.] --Who knows when the next time such a meeting might happen?
[Inevitably, anyone of consequence she might entreat will eject from the conversation, leaving her discouraged and frustrated.]
DAYS :035 and :036 SHIP SHAPE
[With the ships complete and the training underway, Keya can be found trying to learn to sail.
Oh sure, she hopped aboard gung-ho and ready to harpoon a big beastie, but as soon as a fisherman puts one into her hands, she becomes stricken with an uneasy pallor and pleads for it to be taken back. She’s not quite ready to be pitted against another behemoth, armed only with a spear by a different name.
So, she sticks to learning her way around the boat. Pulling on ropes, tying knots, rushing hither and thither and following instructions as best she can.
Over the course of training, on a handful of occasions, you’ll hear her yell “HEADS UP!” as something falls from above--a tool, a rope, what-have-you--and she lunges after it, trying to catch it without falling herself.
Sometimes, she actually succeeds.]
WILDCARD
[You know the drill.]
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That would've been much worse, you're right! I really am embarrassed, I'm usually a much better climber, I cannot apologize enough, Bellamy.
[ She does, however, refrain from bowing, despite it being her gut-instinct. Instead, she nods once...and continues fretting. ]
Are you sure you're not hurt?
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[ Which is coincidentally how Bellamy handles all injuries. ]
You need a hand up there?
[ Not to give the impression that Bellamy knows what he's doing (he doesn't) but because he wants to push the conversation along and hopefully alleviate her embarrassment. He shakes his head over the apology, deeming it unnecessary. Falling out of a high place is hardly the worst thing anyone on this pilgrimage has done. After a double murder, slight infractions are barely worth commenting on. ]
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[ Keya looks to the rope in her hands, and then up towards the mast. ]
Actually...If I climb up, could you toss me the rope? It'd be easier than trying to loop it over my shoulder securely.
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Do you have to go back up?
[ Ropes aside, Bellamy isn't sure he wants to catching her a second time. ]
I need some help with the spear down here.
[ Some of the heads had come loose. Bellamy's been checking them all, careful to be sure it's all secured before the hunt. ]
Or company, if you'd rather not handle them.
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If you need help with them, I'll try. I suppose the lines don't need retying right this moment.
[ Then, a shy smile tugs at her mouth. ] But I am more than willing to offer my company.
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[ The way she recoils at the spears makes Bellamy's chest ache. There'd been so many delinquents who'd flinched like that from the guns he and Clarke had hauled back from the bunker. She shouldn't be here, he thinks. She should be somewhere safe. ]
I've seen you talking with other envoys. Is that going better than tying the rigging?
[ Working with his gloves on is clumsy, so Bellamy moves slower. He drags a spear into his lap and begins examining the point carefully. ]
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And it doesn't hurt that Bellamy was the first she spoke to, and nice, and...well. For whatever reason, she's fond of him.
She finds an unobtrusive place to sit and practices tying knots of varying sorts in the rope. ]
It too has its ups and downs. But it's going better since some of your kin were nice enough to give me advice. It might be hard to believe, but-- [ She looks around, then leans closer, conspiratorially. The smile fighting for control of her features somewhat ruins the effect, though. ] I'm new to politics.
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I'm not very good at negotiations either, [ He admits, thoughts straying back to Polis. ] It's lucky I'm a guard, or I'd really be in trouble.
[ Or be making trouble. Either or. ]
Who gave you the advice?
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Lexa and Katsuragi. [ Ah, there, the rope is un-knotted and her fingers free to tie another one. But first, she looks at Bellamy. ]
That actually is a surprise. I would've assumed you were a charming negotiator.
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[ Though worry presents itself in the wake of that acknowledgment: is Keya capable of executing that kind of advice? Young, unversed in politics, and trying to pull off peace. Bellamy knew from experience how difficult that was even for the most skilled people under the best of circumstances. ]
You could ask Lexa about how well I do at negotiating.
[ Leadership wasn't as far out of his grasp as Bellamy implies, but he's lost the desire to claim it as a skill. ]
I'm better as a guard. But that means I can only teach you how to use one of these spears, and I don't think you're so interested in that.
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[ She sets down the rope and scoots a couple inches closer, a curious look in her eyes. ] You could teach me more about your people, though. If that wouldn't be inappropriate. But of course, you don't have to teach me anything, you could just...be my friend?
you monster
Just like that?
[ He wants to laugh at how guileless she is. Keya isn't thinking about ulterior motives. It's simple for her, and Bellamy wonders when it got complicated for him. Before he'd ever arrived on this planet, most likely, but that answer isn't very reassuring. ]
I can't tell you very much about my people. But I'd like to be your friend. You sure it's that simple?
>:3c
[ She tilts her head, and is then struck by the idea that maybe, just maybe, being indebted to Bellamy's kin might make things awkward. But...even that doesn't seem so bad. If anything, it could serve as a test, to prove she's worthy.
Wow, that was sad. ]
You don't seem like the kind of person who'd say one thing and mean another, or--or hide your true intentions behind fancy language, like Descendants often do. So...I don't think it's very complicated.
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It feels like it should be.
[ But then again, Bellamy never really made friends this way. All his strongest relationships were forged in the midst of world-ending catastrophe. It was never struck up this way, in relative peace. ]
I promise, I won't do any of those things. Or make you hand me that next spear.
[ Bellamy's the one who can reach and drag the next one over, careful not to snag his robes or veil on it. ]
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Good! And I promise not to fall on you again, if I can help it.
[ Carbauschians, Keya thinks, just might be the nicest people in the universe. ]