Mopzee
Soldier of Function
The thing about breaking down like this, she decided, was that there was no way to look good doing it. No way to keep her face from feeling hot and her throat from aching, to stop the sharp hyperventilative breaths that made it difficult for her to speak or drink with much composure. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and cheeks, working to calm herself. Delgue commanded her attention with a sudden, stern yet somewhat concerned tone. Sniffling, and watching with stinging, red, surprised eyes as he insisted that she wouldn't do those things she had spoken of. That she wouldn't be homeless. That she was a mercenary now. She hasn't actually given any thought to being a mercenary. She had heard it was a fairly lucrative career, though the opinions held of them varied greatly. She nearly commented that she wasn't sure she could "get the job done" as he put it. Quickly finding herself cut off when Delgue insisted that she was more than able.
She took the chance to take another swig and hide her face. The color her tears brought to her cheeks hid the blush his comments had triggered. "They took the armor." She confirmed quietly, "A new set will be expensive. I don't know if i can afford custom made armor." There was a pause as the corner of her mouth curled into the tiniest of smiles "Unless you're buying. You don't seem to be hurting for ingots." The sniffles and shakes were fading, leaving behind the uncomfortable empty feeling she had been feeling since she had been relieved from her job. Setting her mug down beside her, she stretched her legs out before herself, pointing her toes. They had done so much travelling, her legs were still a bit sore, the liquor did much to dull the ache. Finally she glanced over at him, staring at his face for awhile, focusing on the features at last. "So how does one become a mercenary? Like... how do you... merce... or whatever." She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
She took the chance to take another swig and hide her face. The color her tears brought to her cheeks hid the blush his comments had triggered. "They took the armor." She confirmed quietly, "A new set will be expensive. I don't know if i can afford custom made armor." There was a pause as the corner of her mouth curled into the tiniest of smiles "Unless you're buying. You don't seem to be hurting for ingots." The sniffles and shakes were fading, leaving behind the uncomfortable empty feeling she had been feeling since she had been relieved from her job. Setting her mug down beside her, she stretched her legs out before herself, pointing her toes. They had done so much travelling, her legs were still a bit sore, the liquor did much to dull the ache. Finally she glanced over at him, staring at his face for awhile, focusing on the features at last. "So how does one become a mercenary? Like... how do you... merce... or whatever." She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.