Its off to work we go! (Minerva)

[Ira]

Ira nodded quietly and folded her hands in her lap, unsure of what do with herself. Spacing out a bit she picked through the bits of information Minerva had given her trying to memorize important bits and figure from the shape of the circle it could take a week or more. She may be able to take on a side job as well, little handy man things would help her increase her knowledge. Only when she just opened her mouth to ask Minerva a question a shout interrupted her, she almost ignored, not realizing it was directed at them until the drunk sauntered over. Her back tensed straight as a bow and Ira nearly echoed Minervas sentiment when he spoke directly to her. Ira narrowed her eyes up at him and found his gaze directed…elsewhere. A flush took up near her entire face, all the way to her ears, part embarrassment and part righteous anger. Shaking a bit she took her time standing, trying to compose herself. Eavins obvious gaze only serving to anger her further, her jumbled thoughts leaking out of her mouth as she straightened up her finger jabbing him in the chest. Men never honestly paid attention to her that way and she was not pleased with the vulgarity that seeped out of his gaze. “Insipid, brainless, useless, ass-hat, bastard little piece of azo! Petch off and take your slimy gaze and useless junk with you or I can happily bury you in this Gods damned house! You do nothing but drink your petching bottle like some—“ breathing heavily she continued, her voice raising in tempo and her words slurring together in a heap of senseless shouting, her finger still tapping at his chest to emphasize each word. Only when she had literally ran of words to shout at him did her hand fall and her breathing start to even, her slight embarrassment at having spoken out of turn again warring with her sense of a job well-done. The pounding of her veins echoed in her ears and she wondered if anyone would notice if he got too drunk one day and fell during construction. A broken man was a useless worker.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock stood up as Ira confronted Eavin, watching the encounter with curiosity. It was quite nice to see someone else actually stand up to Eavin. It was a rare thing; most of the crew disliked him on some level or another, but none of them had the balls to say a word back to him. Tock, on the other hand, would say whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted, and she just didn't give a damn. Though she also didn't want to get fired. Eavin's face reddened more and more with each jab of Ira's finger against his chest. He looked about ready to explode on her, and Tock wanted nothing more than to let it happen. Ira looked like she could handle herself, and Tock was more than ready to bash Eavin's head in if he got too rough. But on the other hand, Tock had gotten in trouble for her temper a few times at work already. She found herself caught between a desire to cheer on what looked like an impending rumble, and a desire to keep the peace so that she didn't get fired. She also didn't want to see Ira fired on her first day. Now, if Eavin swung first, on the other hand... Eavin screamed at Ira, "You goddamn useless whore! Who the PETCH do you think you are, talking to me like that!? I've got half a mind to--" he grabbed a fistful of her shirt and lifted her right up off the ground, seeming like he was about to throw her down into the hole. Tock's eyes went wide. This was a bit more serious than she'd been expecting the situation to get. A crowd of the workers had gathered around, watching with shocked expressions. Eavin was more drunk than usual, and his reaction was far more volatile than people were used to seeing. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to getting lip from two short tempered girls at once, especially since Ira was brand new and in Eavin's view didn't have the right to say one word to him. When he saw all the crowd watching him, Eavin licked his lips and dropped Ira back to her feet. Then he jabbed a finger in her face and shouted, "Just get back to work!" Tock was braced to grab him if he made a move on the girl again, and watching Ira as well. If it looked like Ira was considering taking a swing at the drunk, she'd be quite torn between holding her back, or just letting her do it. But against her deeper desires, she knew (and hated herself for it) that she would have to hold the girl back. Damn Jacques for trying so hard to teach her self control. Grumbling, Tock leaned in and whispered to Ira, "Gotta let 'im swing first, aye? Ain't no good gettin' fired over 'im..."

[Cascade]

Adventurer's Loot Tock's Loot : Skill XP Reward Architecture +2 Organization +1 Leadership +3 Masonry +2 Bodybuilding +1 Lore: Introducing the Boys Ira: Co-worker Ira: From Ravok Ira: Feisty Items or Consequences: +5sp Did Tock just call a baby a 'poop monster'? Haha! Also, if 'self-control' were a skill on Miz, I would have given it to Tock. Nice job, Tocky! Ira, if you come back to Miz and want a grade, send me a PM. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM me!