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[poins]

There is a new(ish) wench inside the bar
Tonight, that's not been seen
Before within this space, and likely
Will not be seen again too soon.

Ned Poins hath known the favour of a god
Upon a feast that suits for suchlike things
And waits to see the outcome of his trick.

Also, fieryTrigon is signed on,
As Poins has not yet found out how
The thing is turned off.-



[[OOC: Thread where Poins is changed still in progress, but I promise we will get there!]]

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slowtimed, but had to

[lt_blade]

It's just past Mardi Gras where Sonya's from, but when she appears in bar for a quick bite and gets a slice of king cake instead (no baby jesus doll), well, she's not about to call back fresh baked goods regardless of the holiday.

She does, however, give a double take at the young woman who enters, her face is familiar, but for the love of her she can't say why.

[poins]

"Good even," says she wench, and smiles at Sonya. "How dost thou fare in this fine, cheerful night?"

[lt_blade]

"It goes okay." She deliberately keeps the answer vague-not everyone wants to hear about her duties in the army.

The cake was surprisingly good-last time she had to make due with stale cake that tasted little better than bread stick dough covered with icing.

She still can't help studying the woman. "Have we met..I swear you look familar somehow."

Bluntness..that was her middle name.

[poins]

"Wouldst thou think so, then?" she asks. "Mayhap you met my brother?"

[lt_blade]

"Maybe." She still sounded a little wary, but then she herself didn't talk much of her family here. "What's his name?"

Certainly she and her own brother shared a fair semblance to eachother-before he was killed of course.

[poins]

"Ned Poins," she says, now smiling much like a fearsome fish that scents its prey.

[lt_blade]

There's something about her smile that tells Sonya there's more to it.

"Right..I see the resemblance there." Given her voice, it's clear she's not entirely buying it-the woman reminds her of the men when they're trying to gang up on some poor sap.

Hesitantly, she holds out her hand. "Name's Sonya Blade-yours?"

[poins]

"Nell," she replies, and shakes it.

[lt_blade]

Alright...the name was too much like Ned-not to mention the handshake.

Sonya returned the grin. "Ned...I think we're friends.." Certainly they weren't enemies and he was easy to talk to. "We share a lot of stories anyway."

"I didn't know women in your era knew of handshaking." Didn't they bow or curtsy in his ear? "Or is this not your first time here?"

Oh hell, it wasn't like she spent all her time in the bar.

[poins]

"I've heard him tell of it," she says. "He tells tall tales, the scoundrel, but they're true."

[lt_blade]

He would.

The smile remained: if this was a trick it was a damned good one and Sonya decided to see how much (if any) fun could be had.

"He tells tales of this place then? Anything about me?" Because obviously there were so many military women where Ned and Nell (fuck, they might be twins even) were from.

She did have to remind herself that she wasn't a teenager though-if Ned was badmouthing her, she wouldn't be able to get away with punching his nose flat.

[poins]

"There's wenches here that fight as soldiers do," she says, "and men that serve as wenches."

[lt_blade]

It was a mark of how well she knew the guy that she didn't get offended at the word 'wenches'. She knew now that it was less an offensive term and more just a slang version of 'women'.

So she could only laugh at that. "That there is, he seemed to have a fun time being introduced to modern weaponry as well."

It seemed to be universal almost: men and weapons. Not that Sonya could really blame him in that regard-the M-16 was a very useful and impressive weapon.

[poins]

"He spoke of guns, as men are wont to do, that ever are enamoured with the sound of fiery mayhem," she says, nodding.

[lt_blade]

The smile faulters a little. It was true that Sonya enjoyed working with firearms as much as the next soldier, indeed her job as a field artillery officer almost required it, but the mention of 'fiery mayham' also brought other thoughts-like the sounds of combat.

Sonya recalled a scene in the movie 'Glory' on such a subject. It was a different era from her own, different weapons, and hell it was a movie-but that one scene still held true.

"Can't say it's the same for me-ironically enough. I love working with the weapons, but I can't say I love it when they're going off all around me." Oh, she did her duty pretty well (if she had to say so) and there was a sort of an addicting adrenaline rush that came with battle, but she couldn't say she really looked forward to fire fights specifically.

[poins]

"My brother does, me thinks," she says.

[lt_blade]

She smirked after another bite of cake.

"Tell your brother next time he shows up, we should share some stories."

She was curious if he had any battle experience, what their stories would compare to.

It was funny in a way: as a female soldier, she wasn't even allowed in combat, but her field was still open to female soldiers and it was as close to combat as they could get without being 'on the line'.

[poins]

"His exploits are of fell a nature, and I can think he would fain keep his silence," she grins.

[lt_blade]

Sonya knew a few men like that.

"So why'd he join the army then? If he's just going to stand back." She was unsure if she should feel anything towards that. True, he spoke of spoils, but was that just reason for joining the army. "Did he feel some loyalty to the general?"

Enough to join, not enough to put it out there.

[poins]

"One needs not join an army for to fight, and fell men with a sword may e'er be wanted," she says.