(not really back from taking a short hiatus from tumblr roleplays and such.
just here to gather replies so i can work on them when motivation hits me.)
She’s grown talented in the art of appearing to be paying attention to others while her mind wanders. She tries to listen, she really does, but it’s too easy for her to imagine what small treasure lie hidden throughout the district. The smell of waterlogged drywall and contaminant-ridden water was less than appealing, but according to her books, adventures don’t always start out pretty.
The mention of a whale carcass, however, promptly snatches up every ounce of her attention. Interesting was an understatement.
"A whole big whale skeleton? An old one, you mean? Not like the smelly ones you see after they strip them in the refineries, but from years and years and years ago?" Her eyes have lit up she practically quivers in excitement.
"Show me the way, I want to see it!"
"Just the skeleton, nothin’ decayin’." He absently scrubbed the palm of his hand over his jaw, "It’s a little ways off. Ah… Don’t go… Snoopin’ around on the way there, then." He mapped out the route in his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "Ah… I usually get there over the rooftops but climbin’… With ya wouldn’t be a good idea. Walkin’ there requires goin’ through some pretty deep water. Ya still wanna go?"
Artist: Brad Paisley
Song: Whiskey Lullaby
Album: Mud On The Tires
"That depends on how you look at it," Emily smiles broadly, giving a small curtsey to the Whaler. She knows what he means; after all, what’s in a name? But in the short time since her ascension to the throne she has learned that when it comes to the inequitable nature politics, ones name alone could easy mean life or death.
"Pleased to meet you, Hanson! You can just call me Emily. Now, since you know the area better than I do, do you have any guidelines? Where I should avoid for danger of river krusts? Where the neatest things are? I don’t have all day, you know." Hands planted upon her hips, she begins to tap her foot in anticipation for his response.
The Whaler blinked, eyebrows shooting up. “I.. Well… Okay then. I think we’ve cleared out the ones near the refinery and the sewers. Don’t think ya’ll want to go there. Generally leave the ones on the river banks alone. That’s considerin’ if new ones haven’t taken up residence.” In which case they’d have to be evicted. Han shrugged to the other question.
"Just ruined buildings and the HQ here, there isn’t much t’see. Mostly floodin’ and whale oil. Which I don’t think would be wise t’play in, miss." Mostly business here. Business and water. A lot of it. "Though there is a whale skeleton somewhere. That might be a wee bit interestin’."
Brigmore Manor Pt. 1
There is a shrug, and then Emily idly smoothes out her coat briefly toying with the hem of one side.
"That’s alright. Just don’t try to hold my hand," she warns the other she she looks up at him, "or I’ll call for your head." It doesn’t occur to her that perhaps this man won’t take her joke as lightheartedly as she does.
Suddenly she perks up. “Oh! But first, I have to know your name. I might be empress, but it’s still not safe to go with strangers.”
That put his nerves on edge, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not and he wrung his hands out again. Good thing he only preferred to hold the hands of Slim anyway. Essentially if he screwed up he’d lose his head. “Uhm. okay. Well… Even if I did tell ya my name I’d still be considered a stranger. Names don’t matter unless y’know the person.” Han still looked anxiously into every place that looked like a hiding spot.
"It’s Hanson though."
"I’m Empress,” the child persists, “He’ll understand that my word trumps his.” The words are cold, severe; but the manner in which she speaks them is kind in nature and perfectly innocent.
Hands clasped behind her back, Emily allows her gaze to sweep the place over and her expression grows more serious than before.
"They lied," she says slowly, "They said there were treatment centers for the sick here, but there weren’t. Their families were lied to and those sick people were left to die. There’s nothing I can do now, but…I wanted to see it for myself. Corvo said it was too dangerous, that I didn’t need to see it, but I do.”
He held his hands up, palms out. “Okay okay. Yer empress. Hard to tell with ya bein’ so… Small an’ all. Still dangerous, empress or not.” He pointed out. Han let his own gaze look around but again, he’d been here for a long time. He’d seen the bodies. Just glad none of them were counted among the piles. All members who died, were put to a pyre.
"Its been cleared out. Better than before." He mumbled, "If y’want to look around I ain’t gonna stop ya until I’m reprimanded to do so." Which might be worse if he didn’t anyway. She may be empress, but Daud was still Daud. To Hanson and the rest of the Whalers, his word is law. “But I really can’t let ya wander alone. By the void I’m going to regret this.”