Stubborn Logic (Monty)

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on August 2nd, 2012, 7:12 pm

Tock didn't know the meaning of her name. She had never studied etymology. Had she ever bothered to research it, however, she would find that Zipporah meant 'little bird.' Agatha meant 'good.' And Minerva, quite fittingly, meant 'intellect.' Thus her full name could be translated to 'The intelligent, good little bird.'

But all she knew was her father had chosen her name, for reasons unknown to her. And the only meaning she saw in her last name was her connection to her father and grandfather.

She snorted and snickered as Monty explained his lineage, picturing him trying (and failing) to ride a horse, while the large, red setting sun hung in the background. It was a humorous sight, and she almost fell out of her chair as she tried to drain another drop of ale from her mug. She then leaned heavily on the table, dropping the mug aside, and pointed a finger right at Monty's face.

"Yer right, Glassman," she said, snickering to herself, "...Glassman. Montaine Glassman..." Her eyes wandered off for a moment, before turning back to Monty, without focus. "Ain't so tainted... were my Granddad's name... Zipporah..." She propped her chin on her hands. "I loved my Granddad. Zeph *hiccup* Zephram Zipporah. An' I think... I ain't never met 'er, mind ya," she pointed her fingers at Monty, suddenly very serious, "I think what fer my Grandmam were 'Agatha'. Least, what fer Granddad said somethin' what 'at one time, when I were..." she held a hand out to the side at about waist height.

"I ain't minds Zipporah so much, though..." she muttered, her eyes losing focus as she swayed in her seat a bit. "But who done ever 'eard o' a name like Minerva!? I mean... C'MON, Glassman! Where's 'ey get sommat like 'at?" She trailed off, finally procuring another mug of ale, and gripping it eagerly in both hands. She sipped at it, managing to dribble a bit down her chin, taking long, slow drinks until she finished off the mug. She wiped her chin on her sleeve, belched, and dropped the empty mug on the table. "Stupid name, anywho," she muttered. "Tock's better..."

by **Montaine** on August 4th, 2012, 2:35 pm

‘Aye! ‘Cause, ‘cause, ‘cause, what is a name? Eh? Eh?’ Monty said, taking another swig of his drink, ‘See, ‘cause, ‘cause, a name is what you’s called, an’ you’s called Tock, so Tock’s your name, I mean, Min-Minner-Minervera is your name as well, but Tock is as much your name, ‘cause that’s what you’s called,’ Monty nodded, convinced that he was onto something, ‘’Cause, see? My name is Montaine, but ev’ryone calls me Monty, but me Da never named me Monty, did he? But Monty’s me name, even still,’ he looked into his empty mug and frowned, ‘I think I’ve had too much of this, tomorrow’s goin’ to be a shykefest,’

He had been this drunk before. Well, he thought he had been this drunk before. He had probably been this drunk before, only he couldn’t remember specifically when. There were a number of nights that consisted in his memory largely of hazy images of dry mugs and wet shoes. But he was celebrating tonight. He was celebrating his health, celebrating his repaired friendship with the garrulous gadgeteer and, now, he was celebrating his sailor.

‘Y-you know what Pash’nar means?’ he said, still frowning into his mug, ‘I’s a star stars, a thing, a group o’ stars off over somewhere. Pash-Pashy said it were west, near the bit where the sky meets the-the sea, which means it’s on the other side of the mountains, so’s I never even got to see it,’ Monty sniffed, ‘I were goin’ to travel wit’ him, an’ he was goin’ to take me sailin’, and we were goin’ to go west and I was goin’ to get him to show me,’

The glassworker put his mug back down on the table and ran his finger along the inside, gathering up what little kelp residue remained. He then proceeded to stick his finger in his mouth and suck it clean, and sniffed again.

‘Do you think he’s still out there, Tock-Minnie-Tock, ‘cause I haven’ heard from him since the storm came an’ petched ev’rythin’ up,’

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on August 4th, 2012, 3:18 pm

"Oy, first o' all," she said, sliding her chair over to his so she could lean in close and whisper, "ya ain't fer ta use'n 'at *hiccup*... 'at name 'ere." She stuck a finger in his face, very serious in her inebriation. "'At's fer priv-hic... fer priv-hic... fer private, Glassman..."

Losing her train of thought, her eyes drifted, scanning the room without focus. "Where'd 'at pretty boy git off ta...?" she wondered aloud, feeling quite loosened up by now to do something she'd later regret. She spotted the blond from earlier heading upstairs with some pretty little thing in a short skirt, and she scowled. "Feh," she waved a hand dismissively, "whatever..."

She turned back to Monty, gripped his shirt in her fingers. "Quitcher worryin' 'bout Sailor Man," she said. "First o' all, 'e done tolds me 'e's like... a 'unner years old o' sommat. An' now what I thinks 'bout 'er," she scratched her head, searching vague memories of the blurred sight she'd had of Pash'nar when her eye was busted, "'e were all glowy at night... like Satey..." she turned and spat on the ground in disgust at the thought of her ex, and how he'd left her.

"Maybe 'e's one o' 'em moon babies, what lives ferever..." she muttered distractedly. "What means as 'e CAN'T been dead... An' 'sides, 'e weren't even IN Zeltiva what when she 'appened..."

She turned to look Monty in the eye, though it was more his forehead, still gripping his shirt. "'E were prolly... other side o' the world, what when she 'it," she said. "Storm what couldn't o' been much far past 'ere. I were... I were..." she frowned in confusion for a moment. "I were onna boat, comin' 'ere," she tapped her fingers on the table, "when she 'appened. An' I gots 'ere fine, didn't I? Aye! So's as Sailor Man were prolly off round someplace far off, what didn't even get 'it by the storm..." With the slow way news traveled, there was no way for most in Zeltiva to know the storm had actually been a global event, and Tock was under the impression it was fairly local to Zeltiva.

"So quitcher whinin' 'bout Sailor Man," she said, rising and pulling Monty from his seat by her grip on his shirt. "Cause 'e done been fine... Now," she started pulling him to the door, "walk me 'ome 'fore I starts thinkin' 'bout fer goin' 'ome wit' some pretty boy... I miss my babies, an' 'ey wanna say g'night ta Uncle Monty 'fore bed..."

by **Montaine** on August 6th, 2012, 9:02 pm

‘Alrigh’, alrigh’, I-I’ll come’n say night to them,’ Monty said, his eyes lidded, pulled down by the weight of very early morning and too much drink. He struggled to his feet under the garrulous gadgeteer’s grasp and began to stumble towards the exit. He attempted to give Gadger a polite nod goodbye but misjudged his location and graciously bid farewell to an empty table before being yanked through the doorway. The glassworker was in a strange state of semi-awareness. He knew that he was drunk, and he knew that he was drunker than he thought he was, but he thought he was less drunk than he actually was. His mind attempted to find its way around the jumbled thoughts but was thankfully saved from burning out when he tottered shoulder first into the corner of a building.

‘H-hey! Watch it!’ he said, indignant at the unapologetic edifice, throwing it a quick, offensive gesture with his hand, ‘Yeah, tha’s what I thought!’

He drunkenly hurried to catch up with his friend and started to laugh. Today had been a good day. Tomorrow morning would be a shyking nightmare, but today was good. All in all it had been a glorious success. He had made up with the terrifying technician, he was feeling healthier and haler and heartier thanks to their visit to the infirmary, and he was feeling closer than ever to his friend. His friend Minerva. He only hoped that he would remember all the things that had happened come the morning.

Come the later hours of the morning.

Monty and Minerva staggered on into the lateness of the night and the earliness of the day, and they were drunk and happy and well.

Completed

by **Cascade** on August 20th, 2012, 2:15 pm

Adventurer's Loot

Tock's Loot :

Montaine's Loot :

We don't need to deduct GM for the healing.

Anyway, I can't express how much I loved this thread. It's refreshing to see these sides of your PCs. Yay. Also, I only noticed now that you both have 'drinking' as a skill... so I gave you XP in that as well. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM me!