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Vieka shrugged, not overly bothered on if the walking pin cushion would help or not. He didn't owe her anything so she didn't blame him if he wasn't exactly inclined to help. Actually, neither of them owed her anything, but she supposed she would owe them something if they did indeed help bring her friend ashore.
"You and him both. He's been out there for most of the war, so the sooner we bring him in the better." she nodded out to the ship, picking up her portion of the rope.
She was sceptical this was going to work in all honesty. Vieka waaasn't exactly known for her upper body strength. She knew that water helped support the weight of objects, but a boat was still a boat. Would two to three people really be enough to help haul this thing ashore?
"On three."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
With a roll of his sharp colored eyes and an amended hat spot, he steps around Cait, picking up the thick braiding, coiling it around his right forearm, grabbing onto the girth of the twine, hand closed tight as his left hand wraps the cord around his wrist, gripping the rope tightly as he leans back, his feet spread apart in a wide stance, ready to plug with all his might. He looks back over his shoulder at Cait, smirking with a small nod before looking back forward, looking over the new girl once more. A number of things run through his head about what she could owe him, after all, ain't nothin' in this life free.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 13, 2018 23:15:02 GMT
Caitlin nodded at the woman's "on three" command, and then, after Levi joined them gripping the line, she started to count.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three"
Before she, along with the others, heaved. Its not that it couldn't be done. the boat was made to cut through water, but it wasn't exactly going to be a piece of cake either. They'd have to put some muscle into it.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
As expected, Vieka felt like an utter weak potato as they tried to haul the boat back to shore. Her grip threatened to slip along the rope, and wrists were aching, and she was fairly sure she wasn't pulling her weight very well. Not for lack of trying mind you. She just wasn't that strong of a person. Discreetly, the woman ran some telekinetic power through the rope. Not a lot, nothing more than a rank II incantation, but enough to help gain some momentum for the boat and make up for her more than lacklustre arm strength. She almost could have groaned in the relief when the boat, after a delayed moment, began to sluggishly make its way towards them, the magic taking the strain off her wrists. Almost.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
With a tight pull, and straining his leg muscles, leaning back with the rope in his hands, arms flexing as the twine drags over the skin on his forearms, combined with ladies effort around him causing the boat to pull slowly towards the dock, the heaving mass seeming to fuss about having to move under something other than its own power. However it does feel as if this is gonna take....
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 26, 2018 2:39:00 GMT
It would be a lie to say she wasn't relieve to release the line when the boat hit the dock. She exhaled audibly and turned a smile toward her companions, even as her arms hung limp with exhaustion.
"Easy Breazy," She intoned, sure that they could all silently agree it was anything but.
No matter, they had a fellow to help disembark.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Vieka couldn't even be bothered to pretend like that was a huge ordeal for her; she had cheated after all, using magic to make up for her lacklustre strength. Her hands didn't even feel sore as they probably should from tugging on the rough rope. Instead of making a show of it or even saying thank you however, her feet were across the gap in the docks and onto the boat they just pulled ashore.
"Wiz!" She grinned, a brief break in the clouds from her usual grumpy and sour demeanour. She wasted no time meeting the elderly man who was coming out of the steering hub, and it was all very dramatic and affectionate, the two throwing their arms around each other as if they hadn't seen each other in years. "Glad to finally have you home old man."
Pulling back, the brunette paid keen attention as the elderly man adjusted his worn captains cap and started to rapidly make signs with his hands to her. She paused, glancing at the two on the doc before letting out a small huff. Gesturing them to come aboard, she then gestured back to the greying old man she affectionately referred to as 'wizard'.
"This is Finnegan, but most people just call him wizard or wiz. You could probably write what he doesn't know about boats on a paper stamp." She paused, waiting for him to sign before nodding. "He says thank you for helping him and his girl get back on shore."
She would have given wizard their names in return, but she'd honestly forgotten them. Did they even tell her them? Err, hopefully they just re-introduce themselves to him and save her from looking like a fool.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 8, 2021 20:59:18 GMT
"Pleasure to meet you Finnegan," Caitlin offered with a very lady-like curtsy. "I'm Cait and this here is Levi. You must be exhausted. I know a few places here on the boardwalk where you could stay if you need any recommendations." Rava had a booming establishment not far off from where they were now actually.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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