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

[shipitsupersonic]

"Good call," TC says. "I don't regret going, but I regret leaving even less."

He hadn't really had a choice, though.

[notyourrookie]

"I would definitely be a different person if I hadn't gone. But... I'm glad to be done." To have something different. Even with his record expunged, he isn't sure what he'll do out of the military.

[shipitsupersonic]

"So what are you going to do now?" TC takes a sip of his drink. He can't imagine a worse choice than what he and his brothers did.

Okay, the pointy-headed idiots, but they were...pointy-headed idiots.

[notyourrookie]

Wash shrugs, shakes his head, not about to admit to being a mercenary straight off. "Not a clue. Been looking around. Trying to find something that isn't going to drive me nuts."

[shipitsupersonic]

TC nods. "I've been there. It took me a long time to find a job even worth applying to." And he's having second thoughts about flying alone, when he has nobody to come home to.

[notyourrookie]

"Not sure I can afford to be that picky," Wash replies. "I need to be active. Need to be doing something. It's like being caught between them."

[shipitsupersonic]

"I get that," TC says. "If you knew how to fly, I'd help you, but that's the only lead I have."

[notyourrookie]

"'fraid not. Well, I can fly some stuff but probably not well enough to do it professionally." It was very much something that he did only when strictly necessary and there wasn't anyone else competent to do the honours.

[shipitsupersonic]

"You can not die if the pilot gets shot?" TC asks. "I can see where you might not be hireable then."

[notyourrookie]

"Pretty much," Wash agrees. "Fine in an emergency, not fine for people wanting to have a nice relaxing flight."

[shipitsupersonic]

"At least if the pilot has a heart attack, you won't die in a firey crash," TC says. "That's better than most people."

[notyourrookie]

"Considering I've spent most of the past few years with people trying to kill me, I figure I should even the odds however I can."

[shipitsupersonic]

"Fair enough," TC says. "Mercenaries are popular around here, I've noticed."

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah, me too. I might have to look into that. Probably easier to get paid quickly."