un: zokla -- text.

[wolfchild]

Do you keep your gods here? I've wandered the ship.
There's not a temple or sept or statue.
Who knows to work the vehicles in the hangar?
Also what is an augment?

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[wolfchild]

[ she's eleven, a thief, and not stupid B| ]

Can you show me how it's done?

[selfimage]

I could.
And you are a fast learner.

[wolfchild]

[ kicking her feet! ]

Will you? I'll offer payment.

[ and you know she's good for it. tell her what to cook and she'll cook. ]

[selfimage]

I'll settle for a favor.

[ dangerous, but appropriate. ]

You really do want to know all the tricks of the slippery trade, don't you?

[wolfchild]

[ her thoughts pause only a moment. there is no hesitation in her answer, however. no one has nothing to lose. ]

I told you before. I look after myself.

[ she will always be smaller, weaker, frailer. especially in comparison to so many of her guildmates. but she sees. and she learns. and she, alone, survives. ]

[selfimage]

[ Loki's requests tend to occupy the space between ridiculous and dangerous; it's always as a toss-up as to which. ]

Alright then.
Let's hotwire the spaceships.

[wolfchild]

When do we start?

[selfimage]

How quickly can you bring a coffee?

[wolfchild]

[ she recalls seeing signs for it in the shops. ]

Tell me where to take it.

[selfimage]

I'll meet you outside the bunker. :)

[wolfchild]

[ after too long staring in dismay at a menu full of different coffees, loki receives a 100% arabica black coffee, pile of sugar on the side — with the name on the cup spelled “corky.” ]

[selfimage]

[ he comes as he always does, with a swagger of his hips and a smug half smile. with the green hoodie and jeans, he'd almost blend in if someone didn't look that closely. there's always something a little off about Loki.

he perks up and extends his hand like he's accepting an offering (because he is). ]

I guess we'd better get to work.

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria strides past them both into the hangar to investigate with barely a curious glance anymore at loki. zokla is more attentive. ]

What's a makato?

[ macchiato. she means a macchiato. ]

[selfimage]

[ there's the barest of moments where he finds the inscription with his name on it and frowns in thought, but his eyes go back to her after she asks her question. ]

Coffee. [ he says it without correcting her pronunciation, like everything is somehow coffee. ] With foam. [ he adds. ]

It's popular in the middle realms in the place mortals call Italy.