Men vs Woman

[bloodheels]

Who: Lenalee and Elissa and then the Crew of Triton’s Mistress or whoever else is onboard for when stuff really begins
Where: On Triton’s Mistress
When: 10th January and then the 11th
What: Lenalee and Elissa plot. Then on the 11th it all begins
Warnings: Warnings of talks about death and possible violence in the future
Style: Any. I personally will go with brackets
Status: Closed

[There will be two threads, one close to just the girl's and one open general one.]

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[elissacousland]

"I want..." began that oh-so-sweet voice from inside the little cabin, but it didn't end that way. Oh, no. Have another livid roar, Ban.

"A DOOR!"

"..."

"But you do not DARE release that one. Do you hear me?"

"DO. YOU. HEAR. ME?!"

[just_a_minute]

He listened intently to whatever her demands might be. If there was anyway to smooth this over he'd better take it.



No such luck, huh?

"I hear you.." He mumbled a bit. It's not like he was going to just go off and leave her doorless. If anyone else caught sight of what he just saw.. then she'd do a lot worse then murder him in his sleep....

"I HEAR YOU!"

[elissacousland]

With a growl, Elissa grabbed hold of the door's handle on her side of the door and yanked it inward in an attempt to open it as she'd always done. When the other side swayed inward due to Ban being the only reason the door was standing, she growled all over again.

"What in the Maker's name made you do this?" she snapped at him once she could see him. She was dressed over her damp body, if you could call it that, in a simple tunic that hung just past the tops of her thighs. It was enough to preserve her modesty, however.

"Did you forget how to knock? What is wrong with you?"

If Ban could actually manage to get his eyes up to her face, he would notice Elissa had circles under her eyes and looked very tired beneath that bubbling anger at his intrusion.

[just_a_minute]

Holding firmly to the door, he wasn’t expecting her to actually try opening it. The door moved awkwardly, as he only took one step forward to compensate for the pull. Um..... Moving both hands to one side, he tried to let the thing open more or less like it used to. With the weight no longer evenly displaced though.. it just.... kinda hung at an angle.

“You were acting so strange!” He raised his own voice, but not quite to the levels she’d obtained. The ensemble she’d thrown together unfortunately highlighting her still fairly exposed legs. They were toned, probably from all the combat training, and physical activity... and... wait.. look up.

“.. But.. you see... if I knocked.. “ Then you’d know I was here, and you’d be prepared for it. If you are a psycho right now, you’d hide evidence. Yeah, he couldn’t say that. “So I’m a little impulsive, and my imagination ran away with me. I just wanted to know if you were alright...”.

This time he tried to survey both her and the room for clues. He needed to remember why he was here and not let this opportunity go to waste.

[elissacousland]

It wasn't difficult to notice that he was trying to snoop. Still, if he was fast enough, he could have noticed the items on the crates as a crude sort of distillery, though it was no longer in use.

Elissa, still angry at him and angrier yet that he seemed so nosy about her private space, reached out in an attempt to punch Ban in his nearest shoulder. "Stop it! If you'd knocked, I could have finished washing and actually dressed myself. AUGH! Go. Now. Bring tools and the hinges from your own door."

"DO IT NOW!"

[just_a_minute]

Elissa's eyes bore the brunt of many a restless night- not a good sign. The weird little makeshift laboratory she set up was just bizarre. What did she need all that junk for?

He didn't moved away as she struck him. If he had.. than the loose door probably would have landed directly on her and he would have ended up in even more trouble! "Ow-! I probably deserved that." And I probably shouldn't have said probably in that sentence. "Yeah- in hindsight that would have been the more logical thing to do.... but you know.. you don't have anything to feel embarrassed about."

"My door..?" What? But mine is fully functioning why would I ruin my own door? Maybe he could swipe someone else's door.

.. But she'd figure it out.....

.......................................................

"I'm going, I'm going!" Propping the loose door against the wall, he took off in a hurry to gather the supplies.

[elissacousland]

While he was gone, Elissa set about putting the distillery items into one of the crates to get them out of sight. She was still so angry that she was shaking. It was bad enough with that Voice intruding in her head at all hours that wouldn't let her sleep, but now her sense of privacy had been utterly invaded by having her door ripped off its hinges by an apparently insane Ban.

Elissa growled and rubbed her hands over her face and neck and tried to calm her breathing. Her gaze fell to the basin on the floor and the dribbled water and she scowled all over again. She collected the dropped cloth she'd used for washing and wet it again in the water. As Ban hopefully ran about to fulfill her order, she perched herself on the crate and began washing down her right leg toward her foot.

[just_a_minute]

That was precisely what he hadn't wanted her to do. The odd accoutrement would be concealed by the time he got back.... but he had learned a little bit in spite of the circumstances.

As he went about gathering the materials, he could only imagine how her temper might be simmering in his absence. The longer it took the more he thought that he was running the risk of having to face more of her wrath.

So... he tried to move quickly and efficiently but you know what they say about haste. It can make waste, or at least cause you to make some dumb mistakes that delay your progress along the way. When he returned with the tools... he tried to get started, working as silently as possible as not to try attention to himself.. but how could he not?

[elissacousland]

Elissa radiated anger, but she said not one word to Ban as he went to work on the door. She put the washcloth down and folded her arms as she watched him from her place atop the crate with a dark expression. It wasn't as comfortable a seat as her bunk, but she was not about to sit on her bed while he fixed her door. The anger wasn't helping her headache or her exhaustion OR silencing the Voice in her head.

If she told him about that little issue, he would think her mad - and she was beginning to wonder if she wasn't.