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☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission


Helena looked over at Darell as he looked at her, confused by what it was that he was trying to figure out with her. There was something about him that just bugged at her. She'd met a few less than pleasant people in her time, and they kinda gave her the same sort vibe. But without more context it was hard for her to really judge him. Either way, she wasn't going to trust him until she knew more about him.

"Didn't say we wouldn't..." she started before he rushed off. Looking to Athalus, rolling her eyes a little bit. She didn't want to run away like he did, she just didn't want to run in either. That was dumb, and he'd just yelled at her about that. She turned to Annabeth and shook her head slightly, "you're not going alone," she said with a little sigh. "Come on, let's go make sure out new 'friend' doesn't get himself killed." She started forward, but she didn't do anything like running.
Dinner went nicely. Bea enjoyed spending time with Roger. Always had. It was even nicer today when it had been a frustrating day over all. She was glad that he was so willing to spend time with her. She of course had other friends. And so did he. But he still was the best person for her to spend time with it. It wasn't the same with other people anymore. Not since her father passed. He understood where others didn't.

So she might have dilly dallied longer than necessary. And not just because she was avoiding her land landy. She was just very glad that he didn't seem to mind too much. But she couldn't delay for ever and eventually he walked her home. She of course insisted that she go in on her own, she didn't want him to have to deal with Ms. Mortimer's ire for something that was entirely her fault.

Just outside the door though, she gave him a quick, spontaneous hug. It wasn't something that never happened before, but she rarely just hugged him out of nowhere with no warning. “Thank you,” she murmured as she embraced him. “For everything,” she went on as she pulled back.

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Rebeca happily chatted away with Estella as they walked back to the shop, letting the other woman lead both the walk and the conversation when she felt like it. It had been a while since she'd spoken more than just a few moments with another girl. And better still, one who somewhat understood what it was like to live the life she did, always on the go in a world surrounded by men. Yes, there were plenty of other women like them, but they didn't always meet up either.

She hardly seemed to notice any of the looks any of the passing men gave her. If they said something to her, she might wave, but on occasion, if they were crass to her, she merely shot them a glare and a rude gesture back. She didn't care if it was unlady like.

She was actually a little disappointed when they made it back to the shop. She was already formulating ways to make sure that Estella could come back with her. Even if just a little bit to talk more. Though ideally to help with engine problems as well.
Beatrix pursed her lips in thought. He had a point. She wasn't planning on saying why they were going there, in case her mail was intercepted. But perhaps it was the wiser thing to shown up rudely without warning than risk either their own safety, or his. "Perhaps we forgo tradition and politeness," she agreed.

"I prefer not Ms. Mortimer," she sighed, giving him a little smile. "So where ever you would be going on your own is fine with me. Soup is fine, anywhere is fine. I trust your judgement. You've never steered me wrong with food before."

She let him steer get along whereever he liked. She truly did trust him. And for far more than just food opinions. She trusted her life with him.

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Rebeca easily noticed her eagerness to leave. Her father was not very good around a lot of people. It was part of the reason their crew had never been much more than six people ever, and normally not even that. He could handle it for a little bit, especially if there were drinks involved. But he still got antsy easily and normally headed back to the security of his ship before too long.

So when she started tapping her foot, Rebeca smiled and and finished off her drink rather quickly. "Let's get going. Yeah?" She didn't bring up that she noticed her anxiousness, bot knowing what it stemmed from she didn't want to make the other girl feel jumpy or anything. She paid for her drink and stood up, still smoking her cigarette she gestured for Estella to head out in front of her.
She nodded in agreement. "Early is better, I agree," she murmured a little distracted for a moment before focusing back on him. "We can spend Monday making sure we're all packed, and if Will won't mind, possibly bring our things aboard so that way we won't have to worry about it in the morning. I should also probably post a letter to Glasgow to inform him of our arrival."

Bea slowed her pace for a moment, slowly, so it wasn't terribly noticeable. "What do you say we go to dinner somewhere? Together." It was obvious that she did not wish to return home soon and that she had no desire to have a meal with Ms. Mortimer right now either. "Nothing crazy or anything. Just..." she trailed off, unable to think of anything more than that. She was just hopeful that he would be so inclined to indulge her small rebellion.

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Rebeca laughed a little, blowing out smoke towards the ceiling and away from Estella's face. "Culturally, it is more than Pairs. There are so many people there from all over the world. You can almost travel the world in at least foods without leaving the city. Paris is very...Parisian. which is perfectly fine. I don't think I'd want it any other way. Nor would the French."

Shrugging a little, she went on, "they're both their own power houses of advancements. But New York is all chrome and machines and smoke. Paris is integrated beauty of the old and new. And London is the nice in between I guess. And that's not even addressing the people..."
☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission


The noise caused her to turn, one eyebrow raised up in something between surprise and disbelief. Surely the others hadn't made it? She'd heard their screams of pain and terror before she blacked out. And she knew the sound that people made when they were being hurt and killed. And that was very much what the screams had sounded like. Then and now. Either way, at the moment, she wasn't certain she wanted to go and rescue them just now. Especially with dubious other people so close at hand.

"Probably," she sighed, bitting at her lip some. "But I'm not in a real big rush to go running straight into danger and death in the unknown dark."
Beatrix tried to not think about heading back to her rooms. She didn't want to right now. She felt restless and had no desire to try her will against Ms. Mortimer's just then. And she rather spend that time with Roger instead. He'd been a rock for her for the last year, and even more so lately with the newest revelation. But it was there never the less and she just tried to steer them away from her rooms instead.

"I think the mechanic is an ass," she sighed, but smiled. "Other wise, it was lovely. The captain is indeed a good man. So I think we'll be fine next week."

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Rebeca nodded and smiled. "That I am. Saint Louis born, though grew up mostly in a smaller farm town about an hour away. I dunno too much about innovations though. I mean, there's a lot going on there, yeah, especially in big cities like New York, and especially out in California. But London is very similar in that respect. Guess maybe since I've mostly been to big cities since joining up with my dad, I don't really know what the rest of the countries are like."
"Doesn't seem anything too bad," Will shrugged, leaning against his chair some. "We could be back in the air by tomorrow, in theory, so I wouldn't worry too much." The older man sighed some at mention of the old mechanic. "His old lady had grown tired of being alone I suppose. He stayed landslide back in the states a few weeks ago. Not so certain I'm happy abut it all myself."

He pushed up off the chair and shook Roger's hand then Beatrix's. "Whatever works for you all. I'm not going anywhere without you after all and I've got nothing specific waiting for me otherwise. You two talk about it and send me word."

"Thank you," Bea said with a little smile and a nod of her head. "We will see you Tuesday."

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"Well if he won't care either way, let us enjoy our drinks, whatever they may be." She toasted a little with her own, looking mildly amused that Estella wasn't drinking anything more than tea. To each their own she supposed. She drank more than most women she knew, so she was used to being the odd one anyways.

"A fair deal," she nodded after taking a drink and putting her mug down on the bar top again. "My father has a bit of wanderlust. We don't tend to stay anywhere too terribly long. Sometimes it bothers me, but on the general whole I like it. Like seeing new places, meeting new people. That sort of thing."
Beatrix had nodded when Roger looked at her, something that Will noted. He addressed her more than Roger when speaking about the fare. He was of course very reasonable, even more so since he and Roger were friends, and it was such a short flight. Beatrix agreed without much thought about it after only a glance to Roger.

"Well that's settled then," Will smiled. "Couldn't leave now even if I wanted, got repair work to be done. Waiting on Becs to get back with the part. But there was a pretty girl involved, she might be a little distracted."

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"I'm sure my father will insist that he look through it all," she nodded, taking a drag of her smoke. "He's done mechanic work before, but it's not really something he is the best at. I certainly appreciate you coming back sith me."

She watched Estella with the bartender before speaking again. "Would you like me to finish this up quicker so we can go back sooner? Or are you fine spending time with me here?"
☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission


She looked the newComer over dubiously. She didn't recognize him any. And while she would admit that she might have been a little distracted flirting with Annabeth. But she was still rather certain that he was not from the school. Or at least hadn't come with them. She replied to his introduction as a matter of habit more than anything.

So Althalus was special here then. Which made sense she supposed. This was the source of his magic after all. "Shit went down," she said by way of answering the question about why her and Annabeth and Colette were there. "Darkness, literally, grabbed us and we all woke up here."
Will shook Bea's hand gentler than he'd done Roger's, but not because she wasn't a man, just because she looked more the bookish type and not the work with their hands type. "Just Will is fine," he said to her. "No need to worry about mister or anything, won't offend me any."

"As you wish, Will," Bea nodded, taking her hand back as Roger spoke with him about why they were there.

He seemed to pounder this some before nodding his head. "I can take you to Glasgow and back next week," he said with another little nod of his head. "Had been looking to go soon, but I'll stick around for a friend."

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She took a few draws of her smoke before replying. "He didn't look at anything before he sent me." She shrugged her shoulder slightly, rolling her eyes. "He's honestly not as good of a mechanic as he said he was. I mean, he's not been terrible so far, I suppose. But I'm pretty sure he's only here because of me."

She took another drag of her smoke before going on, "I think he's just used to having underlings that make sure the work gets done. He's just so lazy."
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