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Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

The female merchant was staring at the whole scene with wide eyes. Shed never heard of anyone taking on guymelefs before on their own. It was simply unheard of! But here this knight was, defeating them even. She was simply amazed and awed, a bit shocked as well. This was definitely something she wasnt accustomed too, and it was a pleasant surprise. Brawler stood beside her protectively, a bit unsure if the man they had helped would turn on them next. It was his duty to protect the young woman beside him. With one hand constantly on the hammer, his free hand held her shoulder, dwarfing her appearance even more. As the pair watched the knight fight, the merchant sheathed her sword after cleaning the tip. Crossing her arms, she smirked as her eyes followed his every movement. Once he was finished scaring the piss out of the ring leader of the group, she watched him gather his things before staring him boldly in the face as he introduced himself to her. Reaching out her hand, she grasped his in the way many wandering merchants would, checking for a blade. She didnt fear him though she was doing it out of friendship. There was a wide grin on her face and she promptly bowed her head to the side as a proper lady would. No need to mention it! What else are your friendly neighborhood band of merchants for other than to bail a friend out when theyre in trouble? She chuckled softly before speaking more seriously, but it was clear that she had a sense of humor about her. It is nice to make your acquaintance Maximilian Draco. I would definitely say that you are a grand swordsman. Its so hard to find men nowadays with your skill. Theres just the King of Fanelia now and Sir Alan who possess such skill. I must say, I am rather awed by your performance. Brawler now took his other hand and gave it a gentle shake, clearly not wanting to hurt him in any way. Impressive lad. He said simply as he stared down at the young man, clearly still testing his intentions. Oh my manners! the merchant exclaimed as she tipped a nonexistent hat toward Max. My name is Bridget La Fontaine. Giving him a wink, she quickly darted away from the two men and jumped up onto one of the damaged guymelefs, clearly inspecting it. Hey! Do you think we could salvage this and sell it for spare money!? she shouted as she started tugging at part of it to see how durable it was. Brawler immediately shook his head and rolled his eyes as he glanced down toward Max. Clearly Bridget was a merchant through and through...
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

As the young woman spoke Max was once again wrapping that massive sword of his carefully and fastening the ties around it once more before hefting it and placing it on his back once more. He was used to the looks of shock since to his knowledge only two men ever fought the way he just did, and his master had passed on in the heat of a battle defending Fanelia... so that just left him. He took her hand in a firm grasp and shook it when offered, he noticed the way she checked his wrist seemingly out of habit which was something he had seen often from merchants in his travels. He could not help but chuckle when she mentioned other swordsman, both of whom had trained under the same master as him and one of whom he had actually trained with before they parted ways. After his chuckle he did decide to make a comment and inquiry though, Sir Allen? You mean Alan Schezar I am guessing... yes I suppose he is rather skilled, never beat me when sparring though... but a good man and a noble knight just the same. He flashed a rather amused and somewhat cocky smile as he then took the hand of the large man noting the gentle nature of his handshake. Brawler was clearly a man well aware of his own strength and the way he eyed Max seemed to suggest that he was also rather protective of the young woman and cautious given what he had just seen. Max nodded his head slightly in a show of thanks and respect before answering the large man, Not as impressive as the man who taught me I fear... maybe someday I can do his name the honor it deserves. Max nodded his head to Bridget as she introduced her self, then almost laughed as she leapt to the damaged Guymelefs that were the results of his handy work. Her excitement and comments made it clear his estimation of her handshake was correct... she was indeed a merchant. As Brawler shook his head Max was inspecting his light armor and then shook his own head before he mumbled to himself, Damn light armor never seems to survive a bout with a dragon... fire slagged the shield mechanism too... might as well junk it. Max then sighed a bit and walked over to lay his ruined armor at the feet of the dead Dragon as he took a knee and bowed his head in respect. It was true he needed the energist but that did not mean he could not show respect to the powerful beast and honor its sacrifice for his need. He remained that way for a few moments before he stood once more and then walked towards the others. I do not suppose you are on the way to Fanelia by chance and could offer me a lift? I have a small place just outside the city proper and need to make my way there to take care of a few things before I head out again.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Bridget heard the comment about Alan and nodded in agreement. She understood what he meant. Alan was a different type of fighter than this man. If anything, he resembled the King of Fanelia more. The merchant was completely oblivious to what was going on after that, she was too engrossed in figuring out whether the guymelefs were salvageable or not. Brawler noted how Max discarded his armor and said that he should junk it. it was true that armor like that would not last for long against a dragon, or in heavy fights, thus why the larger man didnt invest in it. But the young lad had an effective strategy and he couldnt think of a way to suggest a change without seeming rude. Brawler turned toward Max, watching him pay respects to the fallen dragon. He immediately could register that the lad was from Fanelia, and upon hearing the question, nodded his head. Indeed we are. We are bringing supplies to the king. Giving you a lift should be no trouble at all Sir. He said softly, trying to not ruin Bridgets excitement over the suits. She was already writing numbers in the air for how much she could get for the metal and other working parts. Shaking his head once more, he spoke to Max, leaning closer to him. Just, pardon her eccentric behavior. He whispered before standing straight again, whistling up at the airship before shouting. Come get these pieces that Our Lady desires to salvage! His voice was certainly loud enough to be carried up to the airship, and men could be seen scurrying about it as they started to descend on the ropes. Apparently they were used to salvaging things they found. Bridget was now jumped off of the guymelefs and returned to Max and Brawlers sides. So, did I hear something about a ride? she asked, eyes sparkling up at Max. No problem at all! Just climb aboard! And with that, Bridget jumped onto one of the ropes and swiftly began to climb up the 100 feet or so that the airship hovered above the ground. Her agility and strength was rather surprising for a woman, but if you knew Bridget it would all make sense. Brawler in turn grabbed a thicker strip of rope, clearly to support his added weight and started to climb the rope at a much slower rate. Need any help Sir Max? He asked before getting too far off the ground.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Brawler eventually got up onto the deck of the airship, and promptly walked past Max as he entered the cabin. The large man vanished inside of the ship and remained to be unseen for quite some time. Bridget was in the meantime barking orders out to her men on where to store the guymelefs. They loaded them into the cargo bay of the airship, hoisted up from the ground with cables and rope. The merchant quickly took her spot on the bridge, watching as they got closer to Fanelia to make their way to assist the rebuilding country. Bridget turned toward Max and nudged him with her elbow, noticing how good looking it was. It made her smirk, but other than that she appeared to have a good amount of control over her feminine urges. So tell me, what are your plans after going to Fanelia? Are you travelling anywhere in particular? Because we could certainly use someone like you around when we have more precious cargo to transport. Her hand slowly reached up and her fingers slowly toyed with the leather belt that was wrapped around her throat a few times, forming a collar almost with the way it was coiled around itself. Lowering her hand, she glanced up into his crystal blue eyes with her emerald ones. But dont feel obligated or anything, its just an open ended offer. I can compensate you more than enough though for your services. She said softly as she walked toward the front of the bridge. The sash that was tied around her hips gently whisked around as she walked, there was an obvious sway in her hips that most women had, although hers was less ladylike for a woman of her noble blood. Her hand rested upon the silver saber at her side as she stared forward, the airship preparing to dock in a designated area where they could unload their supplies. Im hungry, she said sporadically toward Max before walking off of the bridge. Come join me! she said ecstatically as she dragged him through the belly of her ship. After many winding corridors, they reached the mess where Brawler was cooking something that smelled delicious. She immediately stole a roll from a pile and sat on the counter that the giant was using to sort ingredients. I cant wait until we get some better food supplies. Im tired of eating beans. She said with a sigh patting her belly. Bridget acted more like a man at times than a lady, but it was rather refreshing for many of the crew.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Max was a knight but he was not blind, so the way Bridgets full bust bounced as she bounded around as well as the rather exagerated swap of her lush hips leading to those toned legs was not missed by him. He reminded himself though that he was a gentlemen and so had to remind himself that he was not supposed to stare no matter how appealing the curvy captain of the airship might be. He was thankful when she spoke as it gave him a distraction, he really needed to spend less time in the woods all alone.. maybe then he would not find himself stairing at the first georgous woman who came along. I figure I might visit my masters grave... then head to my families place outside town to finish a bit of a project I am working on. No idea where I will go from there to be honest. I am mainly traveling to test and hone my skills as my master did before me. The way I see it a swordsman can not know the limits of his skill or improve them if he does not test his metal. Her offer held a certain appeal, a warm bed might be a nice change of pace from knights under the stars... especially on those colder nights. Bridget seemed playful enough but he also thought he caught her eyes lingering once or twice and that made him wonder if maybe she had a bit more of an interest. He pushed that thought aside though. Allen had always been the one who the women fell over not him. He considered her offer though explaining Kaiser might be a bit complicated, after all it was not the most common sort of thing to come across and she was a merchant after all. But he also knew that because of how his prized machine worked it could not be taken by force since it simply would not work for anyone else. Before he could answer though she had grabbed his incredibly well muscled arm and was dragging him through the myriad hallways till they reached the galley. Max took a seat beside Bridget though he was a bit more willing to wait for Brawler to finish preparing whatever meal he had in the works. Max unslung the massive blade from his back and leaned it against the wall beside him as he noticed how Bridgett seemed far less worried about the niceties of conduct than most women... maybe that was part of why the group full of men did not really eye her over the way she likely would be by most men. Max however again could not help but notice, but in the end reminded himself that at the moment he was simply hitching a ride and even if he did come back she would be his employer in which case such thoughts could get him in trouble.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Everything on Maxs agenda seemed more than adequately possible on Bridgets itinerary. She gave him a swift nod so that he would know it was plausible in her mind. As they sat in the galley, Bridget was quickly eating a roll like she had eaten nothing for the day. Watching Max set his blade down, she slowly set her saber between her crossed legs and handed Brawler spices whenever he needed them. If you did decide to join my gang, we would do whatever was needed to get things done for you. We dont mind making pit stops. After all, it could be profitable for the gang and theyhave been complaining for more shore leave. She sniffed hungrily at the food and her stomach let out a rather loud growl. Brawler, how long until foods ready? she whined softly at him. Turning to face Bridget, Brawler held up a few of his fingers. Whimpering again, she slowly nodded and waited for the meal to be finished. Looking at Max, she gave him a soft smile and a wink as her fingers once again began to play with the belt around her neck that acted like a collar. So tell me, are you been travelling for some time? she watched him curiously as she toyed with her neck wrapping. Even for being a merchant, she still smelled nice and was feminine enough. After we go to Fanelia, we were planning on returning to Asturia to get the ship worked on. Does that interest you at all? The only thing I can promise is that with our gang, therell be a lot of adventure. If that fits your fancy, perhaps you should consider my offer more thoroughly. She smiled softly and turned to Brawler as he handed them each a bowl of hot bean soup. Sighing a bit as she blew on it, she slowly began to eat it once it was cool enough. I cant wait to have some meat... she said longingly as she imagined having fresh stores of food. It was apparent that she really wanted to land and replenish the stores of the ship.
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Max unwittingly let his eyes linger for a few moments on the lovely curves and toned figure of the captain. He chuckled a bit to himself without explaining why, he really did need to spend less time in the wilderness... though he had to admit there were many women who did not possess the toned body of Bridget let alone the full bust and hips to make it seem all the more alluring. But Max imagined that Brawler frightened most who noticed her more enticing traits away before they even had a chance to comment. He considered her offer but then decided she deserved fair warning even if he was not sure he would tell her about his little toy just yet. Perhaps, would be easier to find ways to test my skill if i did not spend so long in the middle of nowhere... but it is only fare to warn you that for several reasons, trouble seems to have a way of finding me.... as for your other question, I have been away since before the Zaibach war for the most part, my master died early in the war and my family passed before that so I have not had much reason to linger here. He nodded his thanks to Brawler and then blew softly on his soup before letting it rest for a moment then began to eat. Even how he ate hinted at his upbringing for he handled even something so simple with practiced manners and elegance. He heard the comment about Asturia and remembered talk that Allen had helped King Van with the Escaflowne... maybe he should pay Allen a visit after all. He nodded his head slightly in appreciation to Brawler for the meal then took some bread to dip carefully into the soup. He had at least one major concern though and it was the very thing that had brought him back to Fanelia in the first place. The drag energist for Kaiser had cracked and he needed a replacement, but how was he supposed to explain that a wandering knight not only had a guymelef tucked away... but an Ispano Guymelef. He gave a puzzled sigh of sorts and then looked to the lovely Bridget before he spoke once more with a rather serious expression. I may have actually understated that last bit... there is a good chance that if you take me on it will attract some very unpleasant people, but I can not say much more than that.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Bridget turned to Max and rested her hand on his knee, giving it a good pat or two. Dear, what you fail to realize is that we are always getting ourselves into trouble. Seriously, dont stress yourself out about it. We are a tough crew. Hearing him mention wandering before the war with Zaibach, Bridget nodded and continued to eat her soup. She noticed how Max ate with better manners than her, and tried to be more polite. The woman had been raised with manners, just had forgotten a lot of them being stuck on a ship with a bunch of men for months on end. When youre away from high class society and life for long periods of time, things tended to get jumbled, at least in her case. They were now alone in the galley Brawler was disbursing soup to the other shipmates and had waved his hand at Maxs thanks for the meal. the man was used to being in charge of feeding everyone on the ship. Despite his large appearance, he was rather sweet once you got to know him. Hearing Max sigh, Bridget turned to face him and listened intently as he spoke about attracting trouble. Slowly lifting her hands, she unclasped the belt around her throat and slowly unwound it, holding the leather in her hands as she stared at him. There was a long scar along the right side of her throat, and she flicked her hair back so Max could get a clear look at it. I was serious when I mentioned trouble not being an issue for me and the gang. Trust me, we will be alright. Quietly rewrapping the belt around her throat, she covered the scar up once more and smiled at him as she re-crossed her legs. Im not saying you have to make up your mind right now, but think about it. We will be docked in Fanelia for a few days, so we wont be going anywhere. Finishing the rest of her soup, she slid off of the counter and put the bowl in a sink. Gripping her saber, she winked at him and started leaving the galley. Now if youll excuse me, I need to go make sure we land correctly. You are free to wander the ship and explore, just dont break anything. She flicked her hair over her shoulder before climbing up the stairs that led away from the galley. Her chest bounced as she ascended, and it only made her femininity stand out more boldly.
Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Max was securing the massive form of Kaiser, still covered by a simple beige hooded cloak that obscured the truth of what it was including the ornately carved mask that was part of the helm. He exited his concealed treasure and made sure it was secure before his eyes glanced to the smaller black ispano seated beside it. That was a bit of a surprise though he said nothing about it for the time being. Instead he simply turned his gaze out over the cargo bay and noticed the way that Brawler acted in the defense of Bridgett, a surrogate father it seemed... that was something he had once upon a time in his master but the war had taken that from him. He heard the comment assuming that it was just having a Guymelef that was the trouble he was referring to earlier and shook his head, Not quite... but all things in due time. He leaped down elegantly from Kaiser even as Brawler so willingly left Bridgett with him. It was an act that surprised him given how protective Brawler had seemed only moments before and he was sure that his random glances had not gone unnoticed by Brawler. He wondered if that meant he had impressed the large man or earned his trust in some way. He tried not to let his mind linger on it because he did not want to get himself into trouble so soon after arriving. He could not help but watch the sway of her hips as she insisted he follow her to the inn and pub though. He still had his sword strapped to his back as he followed and his thoughts began to wander as he thought on the fact that she might have something to say about Kaiser sooner or later, at the very least she would likely want to know where he had acquired such a Guymelef. He followed her to the inn and for the first few moments was by himself off to one side of the pub, at least until she motioned him over. He made his way over and sat beside her. When she had her legs kicked up, shapely though they are, it was easier to pass her off as just a member of a ships crew... but when she shifted as she had and invited him closer it was far harder to ignore her feminine whiles. He shrugged a bit at her question then answered, As well as can be expected I suppose... there was no trouble so to speak, seemed that some of them men you were dealing with were a bit more forward than Brawler approved of though I noticed. He accepted a drink and took a sip then pondered his next words carefully, He seems rather protective of you, I was actually rather surprised when he left you alone with me after seeing that.
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When she heard his comment about the grave, she nodded slowly and drank from her ale. She herself knew that sometimes visiting graves could be consoling while other times aggravating. I wasnt asking about trouble Sir Max. Bridget narrowed her eyes at him before smirking at him. She hoped that he would understand what she meant, and she went back to drinking her ale before his next statement hit her. Her eyes shifted toward him as she blinked a few times. Sometimes it can be hard being a female merchant. Men dont take you seriously, so sometimes I need to be a bit more forward and brash than usual. Dont worry thought, everything is under control and will be fine. Smiling at him she leaned back in her chair and took a glance at her men, barking at them because she could tell that a few might get into a fist fight with each other. Were here to celebrate fools! she yelled through grit teeth. Turning back to Max, she nodded before answering his question. My father died when I was younger. And of course being daddys little girl, I got the family business much to my mothers displeasure. Brawler was my fathers right hand man, thus why he is mine. He helped raise me and has been like a father after mine died. There was a warm smile on her face as she sipped her ale. Max could tell from the look in her eyes that she did love Brawler like a father. Then a playful smirk crept across her cheeks. I guess your Guymelef impressed him. She giggled playfully at him before looking back down at the main floor of the tavern. Dont worry it doesnt bother me at all. And if you want to talk about your Melef then Ill listen. But I wont force it out of you. I will however let you know that the one next to yours is mine. Her emerald eyes met his crystal blue ones, a glint of mischief in them as she watched him.