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Post by lilith on Nov 29, 2010 23:44:12 GMT -5
A week ago Lili had officially turned 17 years old. Though to everyone at the AFN, she had turned 19. Two weeks ago, her normal body parts finally started to arrive….and didn’t stop growing until they were quite a good size. Words could not express how happy Lili was at their arrival. Of course, she would trade them in a heartbeat if it meant being able to see her big brother again. She had hoped that Vasch wouldn’t miss this birthday, but of course, he had. She didn’t blame him though.
However, she did decide that if he couldn’t come to her… then she would go to him. Lili spent an entire day pouring over the numerous letters that her brother had sent her, trying to look for some sort of pattern showing where the Axis frequently went, what the Axis looked like, what sort of outfits her brother wore and what the other members on board the Axis looked like. Upon noticing there was a certain neutral space colony that the Axis seemed to favor stocking up at, Lili packed a small bag of clothes and left the AFN compound, heading for that colony. Vasch had said in one of his recent letters that the Axis was probably to stock up soon, and she hoped beyond hope that they would go to the neutral colony and stock up and she would get to see her brother again.
After three days on the colony and no sign of her brother or the Axis, she was beginning to lose all hope. That is, until she spotted a certain Irishman leaving a bar. He was exactly how her brother had described him one of his letters, down to the silver clover around his neck. And he was probably drunk, so she would probably be easily mistaken as her brother. Not to mention she had bound her boobs and had most of her long hair pinned up hidden under a hat exactly like the one she had given Vasch.
She moved towards him, her heeled boots clicking slightly. She knew her brother. He’d always worn heeled boots. He’d always worn tight pants and some sort of dark colored tank top or t-shirt. And she was wearing heeled boots, tight jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Murph! Hey, Murph! Wait up!”
She didn’t even have to deepen her voice a lot. It wasn’t like Vasch had a manly voice anyway. She just hoped that this went exactly as planned.
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Post by murph on Nov 30, 2010 9:15:07 GMT -5
If there was one thing about being a bloody space pirate, it was that the alcohol ran out far too quickly for Murph's liking. It seemed - in good pirate fashion - that everyone on the Axis liked a mug of suds or something similar with every meal, and possibly a few in between. It was all great fun until everything ran dry, of course. Those who relied most on the alcohol - himself, his brother, and the two Germans brothers, he figured - got the most irritable and cranky when there wasn't something to soothe their 'poor, horribly parched, cracked like the desert after ten millennium of no rain' souls, as he had put it so nicely the day before docking at the space colony. And if there's one thing to be said about grumpy Germans, Scots, or Irishmen, it's that you get them what they want and you get it fast to avoid bodily harm.
Of course, when one is five billion light years from any sort of friendly port (or so it seemed to Murph when he discovered there was barely enough rum left for his morning coffee) in which to stock up, it's kind of hard to keep everyone happy.
Thus, as soon as the Axis docked, Murph declared that he was going to find the nearest pub and wouldn't come back until his blood alcohol content was back up to point zero five percent, the legal limit for driving any kind of craft back home in Ireland, and at which he found himself to be most relaxed and happy. He stormed off the ship once it landed, found a pub, and spend the remaining hours soaking up alcohol like a sponge. He trusted the supplies would be restocked on the ship, but he bought quite a few bottles of different poisons from the bartender for his own stash.
After looking blearily at the clock - it was nearing the point at which he was told to return - Murph excused himself, paid his rather high bill, and stumbled very happily out of the bar. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked, while making sure his precious bottles of alcohol were settled comfortably in his satchel he had brought along just for this purpose. Being pleasantly hammered, he didn't notice he was being approached until the slim Swiss man called his name.
"Vassssssch?" he slurred, having just a bit of trouble with the name since his tongue felt like it was ten times too big for his mouth. And slightly fuzzy, might he add. He scraped at it for a moment with his teeth, even going so far as to stick it out and itch it with his fingers for a moment, which made him giggle. "Ticklesh," he grinned as he wiped his hand on his pants. "I...I thought you were...mm....doin' sometin' with...with your gunssssssssssssssssssss."
He gestured grandly to Vasch's rather empty arms, in which he had last seen the man laden down by quite a few rifles and the like. Now...there were none.
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 11:47:00 GMT -5
Guns. She had forgotten her brother’s obsession with them. And it had appeared to have gotten worse. Back when he was at the AFN he only had three of them. Now it appeared that he walked around armed to the teeth at all times. Lili resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly. There was no need for Vasch to be so paranoid. It wasn’t like he was completely defenseless without his guns. Right?
“My guns? Oh, I was cleaning them. But I finished. And I decided to come find you since we’re leaving soon.” She hoped this guy was drunk enough to believe her. “So. Now that I found you, ee should probably head back to the ship.”
She was nervous, but hid it well. She didn't exactly know how her brother interacted with Murph. Or if he bothered to at all. Lili knew that Vasch had isolated himself from the rest of the crew for the longest time. Especially from the captain because of his crush on him. But from recent letters, it appeared that he was.... breaking out of his shell, so to speak. Vasch was never good at making friends, but at seemed that he'd found one in this Scotty fellow. And something more in whoever Gilbert was.
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Post by murph on Nov 30, 2010 12:35:39 GMT -5
Murph blinked slowly as his soggy brain processed the information. Cleaning his guns...that sounded...about right. He was sure there was something else he had needed to do with them, but it obviously wasn't important. A slow smile spread across his face and he nodded over-enthusiastically, nearly tipping himself off balance. He steadied himself, though, using the heavy satchel as a counter-weight.
"Well, that was...mmmmmmighty kind of ye ta come 'n get me," he said as he slung an arm around Vasch's slim shoulders and headed off in the direction of the ship. He and Vasch had only met once before now, but it had been a good meeting, Murph felt. That, and when he was drunk, everyone was his friend.
"T'be honest with ye...I washhhhhhhh a little con...concert...con...serve...uh....little worried that everyone would leave without me," Murph said with a huge grin on his face, as if this wasn't a problem. "Haven't really done anytin' to give 'em a reason ta wait, aye?" He chuckled to himself as he weaved back and forth, pulling the smaller man along with him.
"Onesh...onesh I get back on tha' bloody ship...I'll shhhhhhhober up a bit an'...an' be useful!" Murph proclaimed to a passing...well. Humanoid would be politically correct. The thing glared at 'Vasch' as it lurched past, even as Murph continued to blabber about how he'd be the official window washer if he had to in order to secure his spot on the Axis.
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 14:05:29 GMT -5
Lil couldn’t help but blush as Murph slung around her shoulders. Even though he was obviously drunk, Murph must have known Vasch fairly well to dare touch him like this. She knew Vasch set personal space rules for anyone he met. She’d seen her brother try to snap the wrists of people who tried to touch him without permission. Vasch had tried to do it to Francis when they’d first met, after all.
So, since Vasch obviously didn’t mind Murph touching him… maybe Vasch liked Murph more than his letter had implied. The letter with Murph mentioned was vague, but Vasch had mentioned how Murph reminded him of Scotty. Maybe Vasch was attracted to Murph? Of course, Murph wasn’t really Vasch’s type. But Lili had to admit. He was quite handsome. Though… from the way it sounded, every male aboard the Axis was attractive, especially the captain. Vasch’s letters were mostly about Gilbert now, but there for awhile they were all about Ludwig. And Lili couldn’t wait to sneak a peek at Vasch’s captain to see what all the fuss was about.
Lili half listened as Murph drunkenly went on and on about… whatever he was talking about. She wasn’t really paying that much attention. But she did nod her head once in awhile to show Murph that she was ‘listening’. She was much more focused on getting onto the Axis and seeing Vasch. She couldn’t wait to show him her boobs. Not that he would be phased. She’d learned early on in life that tits didn’t interest her brother. At all.
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Post by murph on Nov 30, 2010 14:56:25 GMT -5
Murph continued to stagger back to where the ship had made port, his talking becoming a bit clearer as he went along. It took a lot more than he had managed to drink to keep him drunk, and half the stuff he had he could have sworn was just water with about two pulls from the beer tap, so it was all beginning to thin about a bit. That meant he could focus a bit better and speak a bit clearer, but for the most part, he was still plenty tipsy.
"And here we are," he exclaimed as they made it to the ship. He strode up the stairs that lead to the gangplank, which in turn led to the ship's entry point. "Home sweet home...or sometin' like that," the Irishman said as he stopped and checked his satchel, pulling out a bottle he had swiped for the captain in thanks for letting him hole up with them. He wasn't sure if it was the man's favorite beer or not, but it was imported all the way from Germany back on Earth, and was the most expensive thing he had bought in his adventure.
"We should find ol'...ol' Ludwig," Murph decided, his brain taking a moment to scrounge up the captain's name. "And get this to him before I drink it." He paused, before setting off in the direction he was pretty sure the bridge was in. Since it was almost time to depart, he figured that would be the best place to start looking for him.
This whole time one arm remained around 'Vasch', tugging 'him' along wherever he went.
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 15:35:17 GMT -5
Lili froze. Sure, she had wanted to see Ludwig, but not face to face. Plus, well, Ludwig was probably sober. He’d be able to tell that she wasn’t Vasch. She bit her lip. There wasn’t really any way to get away from Murph without blowing her cover. He was tugging her wherever he went. She looked over at him. He seemed to be speaking clearer than he was when she first met him. Which in her mind, wasn’t a good thing. The more sober he got, the more he’d be able to tell that she wasn’t who she claimed to be.
She nodded a little. “Yeah, we probably should.”
Lili and Vasch had always looked so much like twins. But there were differences, other than the obvious she was a girl and he was a boy deal. He was taller than she was. She sought to remedy that by wearing boots with a little more of a heel than Vasch would normally wear. But at least it made her appear the same height as him. She figured he hadn’t had any growth spurt. He would have told her if he had. And then there was the matter of their hair. Of course hers was long, but she had it pinned in a way that made it seem like it was short. But her hair was a shade of blond that was a little darker than Vasch’s.
This was a problem that she hadn’t planned on. Her original plan was to get on somehow and then sneak around the ship until she found Vasch’s room. Lili thought she could still go through with this plan when she met up with Murph, but now it was crumbling. Though she was worried, she knew that this could all somehow work to her benefit in the end. She just wasn’t sure how yet.
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Post by murph on Nov 30, 2010 16:10:02 GMT -5
Murph ended up leading them down a few wrong hallways, but eventually the bridge came into sight. He grinned and tucked the beer back into the satchel, before heading for the ladder that would bring them up to the captain's station. "You kin go first," he offered, recognizing his motor skills still weren't the best, and if he ended up slipping, he didn't want to drag his smaller companion with him.
As he waited for Vasch to start climbing, he adjusted the satchel so it rested on his back rather than against his thigh. He tightened the strap a bit to keep it close before following the blond, concentrating hard on making sure he had a good grip on the rungs before he moved his feet.
One booted foot did slip at one point on their way up, but thankfully he was hanging on well enough to stay on the ladder. Once at the top, he heaved a huge sigh of relief and looked around, a little frown on his face. "Not here? But it's almost time ta shove off, innit?" he asked, checking his watch. Then he remembered he didn't have a watch.
"Oh...you got the time, Vasch?"
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 17:07:22 GMT -5
With Murph leading them in the wrong direction quite a few times, Lili wondered how long the Irishman had been on the ship for. Or, if Murph was still just that drunk. She bit back the urge to sigh in relief when they finally made it to the bridge. The boots she had on were not made for walking around all day in. She wanted nothing more than to take them off and rest her aching feet. But she couldn’t do that until she’d found her brother. Though at this point, Lili was beginning to wonder just when she’d be able to.
Green eyes flickered over to Murph and she nodded. Lili made her way over to the ladder and began to climb it carefully. The boots she had on weren’t made for climbing either, apparently. Bracing herself for meeting Ludwig face to face, she was relieved –and a bit disappointed- to find that he wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Lili looked over her shoulder at Murph when he asked her about the time. She frowned a little and shook her head. “I don’t have a watch.”
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Post by murph on Nov 30, 2010 17:26:43 GMT -5
Murph, distracted for a moment by the awesome view offered from the bridge, both inside the ship and out, took a moment to process what Vasch had said. He frowned at the stars for a bit before turning to look at the smaller man. "Ye don't? I thought ye had one of those...Swiss watches. Or...or is it a Swiss army knife?"
Puzzling over that for a moment, he loosened his satchel and pulled out the beer bottle that was meant for the captain. He made sure it hadn't suffered any damage in his little slip on the ladder and, pleased that it was still in perfect condition, headed over to the big, important looking chair that was currently vacant. "Well," he said as he sat down in it, giving a little 'ooh' as it spun from his momentum.
He kicked off the ground a few times, spinning in circles and laughing to himself. Damn. He had to get himself one of these. Suddenly remembering he hadn't really finished his thought, he brought his feet down to stop himself, and slowly turned so he was facing Vasch again. "Well, we'll just wait fer him ta get here," he said with a dizzy grin. "Gotta get up here sometime soon, aye?"
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 18:36:13 GMT -5
Lili blinked. She didn’t remember Vasch ever wearing a watch. Maybe it was a new thing of his? But… she could use this as the perfect escape. “My watch? Oh, it’s in my room. I should probably go get it though. So we’ll know the time. I don’t see any clocks up here, after all.” She moved over to the ladder. “I’ll be right back.” With that said, she carefully climbed down the ladder, giving Murph no time to answer. She huffed a little she got to the bottom. She was never wearing these boots again after today. They were such a hassle. Though she knew for a fact that Vasch had a pair of boots just like the ones she had on, once upon a time. Though why he needed stiletto heels was beyond her. He said it was for a music video. But she was seriously starting to doubt her brother was ever in one of those things.
Lili crept down the hall, looking from side to side, her boots making a clicking sound on the floor. She had no clue where the hell her brother’s room was. But she did know that he had some sort of complicated locking system on his door that no other door on the ship had. How he managed to arrange that, she didn’t think she wanted to know.
She hissed a little upon colliding with something hard. She turned her head to glare at the offending thing… only to discover that it was in fact a person she had run into. And currently, her only view of this person was a nice, broad chest, not that she minded really. It was a rather nice view.
Reluctantly, she took two steps back, green eyes trailing up from the chest to look at the face of the person she’d ran into. And of course it just had to be Ludwig. She bit back a giddy giggle. Vasch was right. This guy was really, really sexy. She cleared her throat and said in her best Vasch voice, “Sorry, captain.” and moved to slip by him. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had a nice ass.
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Post by Ludwig on Nov 30, 2010 19:43:10 GMT -5
Ludwig Beilschmidt was a punctual man. And everyone on the Axis, even Murph, had been there long enough, to know that he was a punctual man. When he said the ship was departing at 15:00 hours, that meant the ship was departing at 15:00 hours on the dot, and if you weren't on board, then you were being left behind. And you more or less better hope that he was in a particularly good mood, so he'd send someone with a shuttle back for you.
The time now was 14:52. It took exactly five minutes to get the ship online to prepare for departure, and he would keep the lock open until 14:59, giving any straggler crew members the opportunity to rush aboard before they were locked out.
And at 14:52, Ludwig was making his way to the bridge. As a matter of fact, at 14:52, he was exactly two meters from the ladder that led up to it. And at 14:52:49, he was suddenly stopped in his tracks by his body colliding with... another person.
"Oof!" the grunt that left his lungs at the impact was involuntary. He wasn't expecting to run.... chest first into someone else. Especially... Vasch? And it was perhaps that confusion that left him dazed a moment longer than usual. Usually Vasch was so aware. (usually, he was too, and he chided himself mentally.)
"Ah... Entschuldigung," the apology was automatic, and he stepped to the side to allow the smaller Swiss man to pass. And it only took a few steps for Ludwig to realize something was incredibly... off.
First, Vasch had apologized in return. Second, he took a little too long to regain his bearings. Third... he was... short...er. And that was most definitely a sway in his hips that was not there before.
He did not know who it was who just practically headbutted him. But he sure as hell knew it wasn't his artillery expert. The resemblance was close, just not close enough. Someone who was not supposed to be on his ship was on his ship. And this would not do, at all.
First, he was going to find out who this person was. Second, he was going to find out just how they managed to get on board.
"....Just a moment, Vasch." The way he said the man's name was enough of an indication that he'd seen through Lili's disguise, clever as it was.
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Post by lilith on Nov 30, 2010 20:01:40 GMT -5
Lili stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing Ludwig call her brother’s name like that. He knew. He had to have known. But how? She looked just like Vasch, for the most part. Were her bindings slipping that much? Had her voice not been deep enough? She figured that smartest thing she could do was be to run, but she knew the heels she had on wouldn’t allow her to do so. And there wasn’t enough time to take the shoes off.
Ludwig was obviously clever. If she even tried to reach down to the zippers on her boots he’d figure out what she was doing in a heartbeat and grab, she was sure of it. Of course, she could always punch him in his… muscle. But she really didn’t want a broken hand. So that wouldn’t work either.
Steeling herself, she turned around, giving Ludwig the most pissed off look she could muster. She crossed her arms over her chest, mostly to keep her bindings in place. She’d had them on for ages now and they were slipping and in need of fixing. “Yes, captain?”
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