Log: All The Small Things

[notyourrookie]

Who: Wash (OU) and you!
What: Wash has completed his first job as a mercenary and is out to celebrate it
Where: Out and about in town, picking up some better equipment, and then to the Eagle and Asp for a drink
When: Afternoon to night 29/11
Warnings: None so far



It hadn't been the most glamorous of jobs, but any notion of glamour had been beaten out of him practically the day he'd enlisted. The important thing was that his first job as a registered mercenary had gone well and that was the first step to being able to take care of himself without having to rely on other people. Sure, it would take a few more jobs before he felt comfortable, but it was a start.

That was cause enough for celebration, right?

His first step is to head out to a supplier to stock up on equipment. Nothing fancy for now, but enough to get him started. A good gun or two, and a solid combat knife.

There's other things that he needs, an almost overwhelming amount, he realises now that he has the money to start thinking about it. Clothes that aren't fatigues or armour, and there's so many different kinds that it takes him far longer than it should to pick out what he needs.

And once that's done, he heads to the Eagle and Asp for a drink. It feels appropriate somehow.

Comments

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Or you won't be able to retrieve it," Abby agrees. That much she gets. "I want to start with easy knives. Good balance. Because you said so. But I also need a new knife. I'm used to the ones that flip open. They're easy to hide."

That being said, she's more than happy to take another kind of knife because what the point here is having a weapon other than her little taser in her bag.

[notyourrookie]

"Exactly," Wash agrees with a decisive nod. "Even when you're good, you're going to lose throwing knives." You're never going to be able to retrieve them all.

He scours the sets on offer behind the glass, and points out a set. "Can we look at those ones?" he asks, and picks one up when the shopkeeper brings them out, testing the weight and balance. "Try this one," he says, handing one over to Abby.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Taking the knife as directed, she smiles at the weight of it in her hand. It's not too heavy, it's comfortable in her hand, and with a twist of her fingers she's spinning it easily. Good. Cool.

"This might be good?" she asks curiously. "It looks weird."

[notyourrookie]

He watches her play around with it and picks up another one himself, testing the weight and the balance. Lighter than he prefers but serviceable for practice blades. He flicks one up into the air and catches it deftly.

"Throwing knives generally don't have hilts. Just one piece of metal, so yeah, they look unfinished. Not too heavy?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Not too heavy,' she smiles at him in agreement. "Not that I'd mind. Is heavy bad?"

Come on, mister Jammy, she wants to learn. Is that too much to ask? She thinks not. She thinks a lot of things thought. She sets the blade over the back of a finger, smiling in true pleasure at how it balances. "Yeah, I like it. I know lots of places I could hide these."

[notyourrookie]

"For starters, yes," Wash replies. "Too light, and they're hard to control, too heavy and it's really hard on your fingers. Just... work up to it. Once you're good with this weight, you can get heavier ones and try over longer distances."

He smiles a little when she balances it, and nods. "Then get those. Practice with them. And they're going to break and get blunt. That just means you're practising."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Thanks, Jammy," she grins before nodding to the store owner. He's clearly to wrap those up so she can pay for them. "So, what are you here for?"

The answer is clearly to acquire things and stuff but she wants to be sure.

[notyourrookie]

She's really going to keep calling him that, isn't she?

"I'm buying weapons," he says bluntly, and it's the most obvious answer "Got registered. Got paid for a job. I'm stocking up."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Awesome!" she grins, hugging him. Way to go. He's got a new job. Abby grins and leans against the counter while she waits for her package. "What sort of jobs? I do running. I deliver things."

Point A to point B, no matter what's in between.

[notyourrookie]

Another hug that makes him tense up until she releases him. Does she have to be so jumpy? "Whatever kind of work people want to pay me for. I'm not picky." The more dangerous the better in his opinion. The dangerous jobs paid better, and kept him more occupied. In a strange way, he could relax better with them.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"That's awesome," she smiles, turning her attention back to the counter. And look, there is her package. "Okay, what about another knife. Help me out with that?"

[notyourrookie]

At least she isn't prying more into it. He'd prefer to keep the information to himself unless he really has to. "Sure. What size do you want it to be?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Something easy to hide but easy to use," Abby suggests, thoughtful at that idea. "That I can hide, right?"

[notyourrookie]

Easy to hide, easy to use. And she was just going to be using it in self defence situation right? "Butterfly knife," he suggests. "Double handles, it flips a blade out, but makes it safer for you to carry around."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Interesting. "Not to different too. My last knife was a fold out knife, yanno? So a butterfly might be nice."

She turns her attention to the owner. "Show us butterfly knives."

[notyourrookie]

"They're handy when you're in a tight spot," he agrees. And having them fold up small made it easier to keep hidden somewhere inconspicuous.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Think there are nice pretty ones too?" Abby asks curiously. "I mean, they should be awesome, right? With flowers. Is it strong enough?"

[notyourrookie]

"Probably. You can get pretty knives. As long as they're also well made, might as well get something you like too."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Awesome!" Abby grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "What about ceramic knives?"

[notyourrookie]

He thinks about that for a moment. "Lighter. Good for getting through metal detectors. But they're more brittle so they can chip or break more easily if they hit the wrong thing. They stay sharp though."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Real metal it is then," Abby grins and when the proprietor brings up a few selections of butterfly knives she selects one with the sides with a thin enamel over pressed flowers and holds it out to Wash.

"Look at it, please."

[notyourrookie]

He doesn't even know why she trusts him. It's bizarre. They barely know each other and she's trusting him with choosing her weapons. He could be lying for all she knows.

He takes the knife, tests the weight of it, the way it flips open. "Good choice," he says finally, handing it back to her.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Great!" Abby grins, bouncing a bit. "I'll take that too. See, Jammy, you saved me all the effort today."

While the man nervously goes to do this, Abby beams at Wash. "You're a hero."

[notyourrookie]

"I didn't do anything," Wash replied, giving her a baffled look. He'd just told her what to look for.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You're a hero, don't argue with me," Abby tells him sternly. "Because you are and heroes don't determine that they are heroes, the people they help are. There."