82nd Zi'da, 717
"Have I ever mentioned," Vega said with a grin as she sat at the table in the galley of the Wanderlust, "that I am not one of those people what 'ates to say 'I told you so'? Cos I'm really not. I told you so, an' now you've lost." She had, in fact, told him that he wouldn't be able to throw three pistachio nuts up into the air and catch them in his open mouth and he'd managed two, but the third one had bounced off his nose and skittered onto the floor, earning a guffaw from her. "Which means, Arlo Creede, I choose 'ow we decide this, yes?" That had been what they'd agreed, perhaps foolishly. But all in all, it had worked out. "I'd like you too... hmmmm." Vega grinned and put her chin in her hands, looking at him with an appraising gaze, although the humour on her face was evident both in her expression and the vivid green colour of her eyes, flecked through with bright blue.
"Oh, this is tricky," she was making it last longer on purpose of course, examining him and trying to seem serious, but failing entirely. "I think that... no. Not that. Hmmm." With a sudden grin, it hit Vega what she'd do. Of course, she'd always known and probably, in fairness, so had he "I challenge you, Arlo Creede, to a sword duel. First to three strikes wins. That's the only way we're gonna work out who's the captain of this damn ship, when I've whupped yer butt an' we both know that I'm the boss." That had been where it started, of course, and it was all her father's fault. He'd asked which one of them was going to be Captain. Just as a parting shot, casually asked, when he'd called by earlier. That was three breaks ago and they'd had a lively debate since he left. Neither one of them actually cared, Vega knew. Or maybe both of them did, she wasn't sure, but she knew that they both cared about winning. They'd talked, they'd argued, they'd disagreed about what game of skill they should play in order to prove their worth (he'd wanted to have an obstacle course - she'd wanted an arm wrestle and the other had refused point blank). Then they'd tried to work the whole situation out in the bedroom, but they hadn't made it that far and whilst the two breaks spent in that pursuit had undoubtedly put them both in a good mood, it still hadn't solved the 'who gets to be captain'
In the end, they'd agree that they'd throw nuts in order to sort it out and now, of course, it was her turn. "So, to be clear. If I get all three, I'm captain. If I get jus' one, you are. If I get two, you get to choose details about the duel, an' whoever wins is Captain of the Good Ship Wanderlust, yeah?" Once he'd acknowledged that yes, that was what they'd agreed, Vega picked three pistachio nuts. She took her time choosing the ones which looked the most aerodynamic and likely to make her win. A good, round, even shape and size was important. "Do NOT rush me, I'm doin' it!" Just because he hadn't thought to consider the different shapes and sizes of a nut, that was not her fault, she informed him. Once she had her pistachio nuts lined up, she looked at him. "I need to prepare myself. 'ang on." She rolled her shoulders, cracked her knuckles and made an odd sort of movement with her head, almost like she was pecking suddenly forward.
"Right. I can do this. I can. Yep. Ok. 'ere we go." The first one, no problem. She made sure to chew the pistachio, drank some water and then moved on to the second one. The strange shoulder-knuckles-head thing happened all over again and then the second pistachio flew up into the air and she caught it, neatly, in her mouth. Grinning at Arlo, she waggled her eyebrows. "You gettin' ready to eat that 'umble pie, Creede?" Vega had no shame. None. Once she'd undergone full preparations once again, she threw the third pistachio.
It bounced, once, off her chin and then joined its companion on the floor. His pistachio and hers, laying side by side.
"That's not fair!" Vega turned to him, the grin on his face undeniable. She couldn't think of why it wasn't fair, though, so she simply huffed. "Fine, so we're 'avin' a duel. That duel determines who is captain of the ship. I'll pop out an' get us some wooden swords so I don't kill you when I win. What's the details of it, then?"
"Oh, this is tricky," she was making it last longer on purpose of course, examining him and trying to seem serious, but failing entirely. "I think that... no. Not that. Hmmm." With a sudden grin, it hit Vega what she'd do. Of course, she'd always known and probably, in fairness, so had he "I challenge you, Arlo Creede, to a sword duel. First to three strikes wins. That's the only way we're gonna work out who's the captain of this damn ship, when I've whupped yer butt an' we both know that I'm the boss." That had been where it started, of course, and it was all her father's fault. He'd asked which one of them was going to be Captain. Just as a parting shot, casually asked, when he'd called by earlier. That was three breaks ago and they'd had a lively debate since he left. Neither one of them actually cared, Vega knew. Or maybe both of them did, she wasn't sure, but she knew that they both cared about winning. They'd talked, they'd argued, they'd disagreed about what game of skill they should play in order to prove their worth (he'd wanted to have an obstacle course - she'd wanted an arm wrestle and the other had refused point blank). Then they'd tried to work the whole situation out in the bedroom, but they hadn't made it that far and whilst the two breaks spent in that pursuit had undoubtedly put them both in a good mood, it still hadn't solved the 'who gets to be captain'
In the end, they'd agree that they'd throw nuts in order to sort it out and now, of course, it was her turn. "So, to be clear. If I get all three, I'm captain. If I get jus' one, you are. If I get two, you get to choose details about the duel, an' whoever wins is Captain of the Good Ship Wanderlust, yeah?" Once he'd acknowledged that yes, that was what they'd agreed, Vega picked three pistachio nuts. She took her time choosing the ones which looked the most aerodynamic and likely to make her win. A good, round, even shape and size was important. "Do NOT rush me, I'm doin' it!" Just because he hadn't thought to consider the different shapes and sizes of a nut, that was not her fault, she informed him. Once she had her pistachio nuts lined up, she looked at him. "I need to prepare myself. 'ang on." She rolled her shoulders, cracked her knuckles and made an odd sort of movement with her head, almost like she was pecking suddenly forward.
"Right. I can do this. I can. Yep. Ok. 'ere we go." The first one, no problem. She made sure to chew the pistachio, drank some water and then moved on to the second one. The strange shoulder-knuckles-head thing happened all over again and then the second pistachio flew up into the air and she caught it, neatly, in her mouth. Grinning at Arlo, she waggled her eyebrows. "You gettin' ready to eat that 'umble pie, Creede?" Vega had no shame. None. Once she'd undergone full preparations once again, she threw the third pistachio.
It bounced, once, off her chin and then joined its companion on the floor. His pistachio and hers, laying side by side.
"That's not fair!" Vega turned to him, the grin on his face undeniable. She couldn't think of why it wasn't fair, though, so she simply huffed. "Fine, so we're 'avin' a duel. That duel determines who is captain of the ship. I'll pop out an' get us some wooden swords so I don't kill you when I win. What's the details of it, then?"
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2 x practice swords (not in price list, so I put them at 5gn each, since they're just wooden swords. So, 10gn deducted