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Ariah Mackintyre

They called me savage... So I fed them to a swamp snake... They might have been right, but you can't just say what you want and expect me to let it go.

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a character in “From Dust to Dust”, as played by macheteshark

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Ariah Mackintyre :The Scout
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Appearance: Ariah has beautiful, piercing blue eyes. Her hair is quite long and tangled, coloured jet black. She ties it up into either a messy bun or low pony tail, only rarely letting it fall about her shoulders. She wears her specially designed goggles above her brow, and has a faint scar above her right eye. Around her neck and down her right clavicle and shoulder Ariah has an ornate rose-vine tattoo; something she doesn't openly talk about with others. She wears a light brown and green vest/corset buttoned up over her chest - she had it made from a strong Kevlar type material but prefers the corset design in terms of movement when out in the wilds. Ariah wears low ride green leather pants with a side-slung knapsack hitched off the right side off of her belt. Midway down her thigh she has two daggers holstered as back up should she ever come face to face with something unsavory to her taste. She has brown lace up calf-high boots and bandages wrapped around her arms from previous injuries; the bandages serve more as a means to cover up cosmetically rather than protection as Ariah is rather self conscious of her image more than she likes to admit it.

Age: 25

Position:Since you can't seem to find a job nowadays without a title, Ariah identifies herself as a scout. With a demeanor that's hard to crack, her employers often have no trouble sending her into the darkest of caves, densest of forest and deepest of valleys first. But in truth, Ariah prefers it that way. She's a thrill seeker and adventurer at heart, something she attributes to spending the better half of her childhood in the wilds. She's particularly acrobatic, and her ability to move effortlessly through the wilds has seen Ariah come to be known as one of the best and worst scouts to work with. Her ease of danger-spotting and thrill-seeking and a strange ability to move among the beasts of the wild has created Ariah into one of the best scouts available on offer.

Personality: Ariah is a tough skinned sort-of tom boy with a fiery attitude and passion for the unknown. Her demeanor isn't particularly jarring, nor is she one to strike fear into the heart of those who first lay their eyes upon her. But she does have a well known reputation for being a no-holds merciless mercenary who has no qualms about putting you back in your place if you stir her pot a little too far. She has a penchant for remaining largely mysterious among those she's worked with and for, it's not uncommon for her to change the subject of her past when questioned about it. For the most part she's a relatively standoffish obnoxious woman who was born to explore the world and does as she pleases; this attitude in itself has seen her cut from companies and jobs faster than she could argue back. Her inability to properly empathize with other people leads her to resemble an outcase among the common and often is a result of why she has few friends and many enemies.




Abilities:It took her a long time and a lot of her money to get the equipment Ariah carries. She holds everything she uses in the field dear to her heart and priceless, no matter whether their value is worth something or not.

Goggles - Her goggles are probably her greatest asset in her line of work. Powered by dust, they allow her to see in the darkest of caves and forests. When she wears them, she's able to activate their ability to pierce shadows and it's as though she's walking among the rays of the light. However, her goggles aren't infinite and she can't use them for long without replenishing the dust that's used to make them work. Ariah holds these goggles tightly to herself no matter what happens. They belonged to her parents and it was a great deal of emotional stress to her when she finally decided to have them upgraded to the night vision goggles they are; she feared she would be tarnishing her father's memory.

Lightening Daggers - The two daggers Ariah carries holstered to her leg are also imbued with minor dust. They cost her nearly a years worth of saved credits, but she'll tell anyone they're worth their weight in dust ten times over. They're usually only for back up, but in her line of work and profession, Ariah often finds back up is more of the initial plan. She honestly couldn't tell you how they function, in truth she doesn't care how dust works, but she knows that when she needs to add a pack to her punch, daggers that deliver a lightening blow always warn her enemies she's here for fight and she means to win. Unfortunately, much like her goggles, Ariah can't depend on her daggers to work indefinitely and she needs to constantly replenish her daggers with dust.

Beast Wanderer - Not even Ariah herself can always explain her ability to walk among the wilderness with as much ease as she does. It's not a strict rule that she lives by exactly, but many of the animals in the wild often ignore her or bid her no harm where others may face death. She attributes it to her time growing up in the wilds and her exposure to living in a dust enriched environment. Whatever the reason, it seems Ariah has much less of a hard time navigating the wilds and living among the wild dangers than others. On the rarest of occasions Ariah has been known to be able to interact with the wildlife and it's no secret that she would fight to save an animals life before she let someone kill it "just because it could be dangerous ".

Background Information: Ariah isn't 100% sure where she actually originates from. Where she was found as a child there are a number of ruins that belong to outer encampments of pioneers. Her parents were explorers, and Ariah was born within the wilds. She doesn't remember the name of the small encamp she was born into, nor how many people lived there. All Ariah knows is that it was a small settlers camp that was set up within that area of the forested wilds. In fact, Ariah couldn't even tell you nowadays where exactly in the world it was.

It was shortly after she turned eleven that her parents and small village were destroyed. Her village was situated next to a small lake that directly fed dust to the local wildlife and flora in the surrounding region but also sat at the precipice of a cliff. Her parents often told her that they lived in one of the largest known regions at the time for dust excavation. In fact the most prominent thing she remembers of her time with her parents in the far settlements was the story her parents told of a great dust diamond that sat deep within a cave.. They told her it was the biggest deposit of dust anywhere the whole world and that it's only ever been seen by one person... They told her that was largely why their's and the other settlements in the region were around here, to apparently one day find this great dust diamond. Ariah would always be so fascinated by this story and promised to one day find it if her parents couldn't.

It was one ill fated morning that Ariah lost everything she knew around her. A tremor in the earth had caused the cliff-side the village was sitting on to collapse. By chance and luck alone, Ariah's house was the only one to not fall to it's doom and her and her parents survived. All contact ports had been lost when the village was lost to the side of the cliff and Ariah and her parent's had no choice but to make their way back to civilization by foot. But that was a task that ultimately cost Ariah's parent's life. They were taken by what Ariah only remembers as a great bear-like beast. Left with nothing but her father's goggles, Ariah spent just over five years of her life growing up in the wilds. She had learned from her parents how to survive off the land, but unfortunately had no idea how to make her way back to civilization.

During her time living by herself in the wilds, Ariah did come in contact with other humans... But being a young girl in the wild and most of the dust collecting teams back then being male, it was a hard life for a pretty young girl. She hated the way humanity treated nature when they thought no one knew anyone was watching. She saw countless parts of the forest she lived in razed to the ground in search of dust and resented every time a part of her wild home was destroyed. It wouldn't be until after she left the wilds that Ariah would become mostly numb to destruction of the environment.

Ariah walked among the wilds, lived off the land and it was just after her sixteenth birthday she was found by chance by a dust mining company excavator team. She was taken, against her will, back to the metropolis known as Rada and she spent a few months as celebrity, or more accurately known as The Wild Woman. She was forcibly educated after her fame subsided and eventually housed within an orphanage until she was eighteen. Her time spent in the wilds made her into a harsh girl who did not like the company of others. When asked if she ever met others before her "rescuers" Ariah would always nod with a yes, but never disclosed details to anyone.

After her ejection from the orphanage Ariah was forced to live the streets of Rada for two years, something she again never prefers to talk about. Sometime during her stint on the streets she was recruited into a dust hunting team and from there her career was sealed. She's been working as a dust collector scout as a part of various teams over the last five or so years and it's a struggle for most to understand her. But Ariah just look sternly forward, does the job she's supposed to do and resents anyone who gets in her way.

Relationships:

Nova Barnes

Ariah had come down with an incredibly debilitating viral infection just before she turned eighteen. It seemed like her life was coming to a close and in all honesty, Ariah welcomed it. Everything she had lived for was taken from her in her early childhood; she had been forcibly ripped from the comfort of the wilds she grew up in and titled as savage unruly girl. It seemed almost natural to her that her existence should end painfully with almost utter indignity... But just as Ariah was resigning herself from living, she met Nova Barnes. Initially Ariah wanted nothing more than to be left to die.. But Nova was able to cut through her dramatics, bring her back to health and essentially slap some sense into Ariah.

It was most notably Nova's ability to care and not judge while also detaching emotion from professionalism that made Ariah admire her. After Ariah was better she stayed in contact with Nova, holding her in high regards and always looking towards her for help when she feels she's falling out of line and hold Nova in high regards as a person and friend. Nova is also the woman who introduced Ariah into the current team of dust miners.

Natalie G. Johnson

Being roughly the same age it would make sense that Ariah and Natalie get along. Having to grow up without their parents made it natural they would get along. But their rough-spin attitude and almost blatant inability to communicate their feelings is most probably why they're friends. Ariah knows their relationship is more of words unsaid than anything and she respects Natalie more than anyone will ever know. It was shortly after Ariah lost her parents that she met Natalie and her uncle; pure coincidence and a lot of trust was formed when they first met. Throughout the years Ariah would remain in intermittent contact with Natalie and her uncle as they came and went from the wilds; they would always help Ariah when they could and she supposes it was from their understanding of her wanting to stay in the wilds that made her want to be friends with Natalie.

After Ariah was taken to Rada, she lost contact with Natalie for a few years - but they never seemed to need to be in constant contact - and it was just after Ariah was brought into the Dust mining business she rekindled her friendship with Natalie again, and not too long after that Ariah was helping Natalie and a woman known as Amanda find help. Never one to press the issue or distrust Natalie's decisions, Ariah introduced her to Nova Barnes, and she fixed them up and sent them on their way. Now on what seems like Ariah's twelfth dust mining crew, she finds herself back side-saddled with Natalie and her friend Amanda.

Amanda Rox

Ariah doesn't know much about Amanda, other than she is a gen-human and at some point, if she still isn't now, was in big trouble with the wrong people. Introduced by Natalie, Ariah used her contact Nova Barnes to help bring Amanda to health after she and Natalie found themselves in an unsavory predicament. Because of Ariah's inadvertent nature to be detached with strangers she never really became more than acquaintances with Amanda, but found her to be a reasonably likable if not similar person to herself and Natalie, which explains why Natalie and Amanda get along so well. Her relationship with Natalie is probably why Ariah wasn't too surprised to see Amanda when she found out that Natalie and Ariah were on a team together.

So begins...

Ariah Mackintyre's Story

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Ariah tied her hair into a tight bun as she prepared herself for the haul of a life time. What was this now? Her fifth crew in the last sixth months? Who cares, Ariah didn't; but it was racking up one helluva bad rep among the dust mining companies. Ariah silently shrugged herself off and finished adjusting her hair as she leaned against the wall of the tank she was riding. A fairly colossal machine if she didn't say so herself. As much as she disliked technology she could at least nod at it's usefulness and sometimes awe-inspiring designs.

Ariah played with the knives holstered in her leg, activating and deactivating the magical electricity they emanated, trying to prioritize her mission with this crew. Get in, find the danger, get out, get dust and get home.. Wherever that'd be when this was over.. She sighed in boredom. These rides out to the dust regions were tedious at best, and although Ariah knew two of her friends were somewhere among this crowd, she hadn't managed to see them yet, only knew they were on here from the manifest. In truth, Ariah had no idea where she was on this damned tank.

She sighed again, rolling her eyes and silently mocking the men that macho'ed their way around the tank. What a bunch of greedy losers she thought to herself. But then Ariah had to pull herself back in line, she was here for the same reason too. She gritted her teeth but shrugged off her own self-indulgence and put her mind back to the task at hand - find Nova and Natalie and see what they're up to. Ariah kicked off the wall and went to explore the tank a little more when a door in front of her opened up and a a scruffy haired man stepped out.

Ariah fumbled for a moment, an awkward half-apology mumbled from her before she recognized the man before her. She didn't know him personally, but she knew him by his reputation and description. A reasonably tall man, youngish to look at it, his demeanor wasn't unpleasant, but his brow seemed furrowed, like he was in thought, and a collection of scars across his face gave away his identity. Ariah stepped back and paused for a moment then spoke without hesitancy, "You're Sterling aren't you?" Ariah looked him up and down, "I thought you'd look bigger" she said matter-of-factly, "Eh..." Ariah brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, trailing her hand over her father's goggles. "While I've got you here. Do you do special requests?" Ariah was blunt when it came to conversation and she saw no point in starting civilities now.

She leaned back to get a better look at the man before her, "I've heard you're pretty good with fixing and making stuff. That true?" Ariah pulled the goggles from her head, "I'm currently looking for two people, Nova Barnes and Natalie Johnson.. You know of them?" She never was one for manners either, but also never one to focus on one concept at a time; that comes in handy when you're a scout and looking for multiple dangers at once. "But I want to know if you can make me something first..." Ariah looked him over again, "Hmm, maybe you're not him... I also heard he was a little better looking..."

A short pause occurred and Ariah realised she hadn't given him a chance to talk yet, and also just realised she was probably doing that thing again. "Sorry." She said bluntly, "I just heard Sterling was supposed to be some top mechanic around here and want to know if he was any good at inventing too. And he might know where I could find Nova Barnes or Natalie Johnson too, or even Amanda Rox? Is she on this Tank? I didn't really think when I jumped on this one."

Ariah stopped talking at this point and leaned back against the wall again waiting for a reply. "You gonna talk?" She asked abruptly. "Kinda rude if you don't." Ariah pushed another stray hair from her face and raised an eyebrow. Her abrupt attitude was as hard edged as ever and she kind of knew she was probably already stepping on the toes of a stranger already, but hey. Stick her in a tank for this long, and with a bunch of grunts and what did you expect from her. She just hoped she'd find someone she knew soon or find out if this guy would help her.

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The keys in Dave's gloved fingers jangled, and he turned to find himself nose-to-nose with somebody. His standard smile was already halfway across his face and he was opening his mouth to greet her when she began to talk. Words fired out of her mouth like bullets, swapping concepts, though he got the vague sense of being insulted. The first word he got in edgewise was a lift of the eyebrows and an admission of, "Well, I've been called worse by better," though his forehead crinkled with equal parts amusement and bewilderment.

Several things he took in with a sweep of his eyes. She was a slight woman; a pale scar spread over the right side of her face; light clothing clad her body, molded leather and little armor; she was built for speed, unlike his thick metal protection and heavy helmet, which was currently tucked under his arm. Everything she wore seemed fitted to her body, quite minimalist; scout then. Not only built for it physically but mentally, judging by her whip-fast speech, blunt and no-nonsense, speedy and efficient. On some level it appealed to him, so a faint smile twitched at his lips, though he didn't really know when he should butt in.

Finally she gave him an expectant look.

"You ready? Sure?" he asked, but quirked his eyebrows, half playful. He stuck out his hand. "Call me Dave; Sterling's way too... appropriate. Actually, wait. Hot." He pulled his metal-encased hand back and pointed at the door behind him with a thumb. "Engine room."

Shoving his hands in his suit's pockets, he nodded in response to her questions. "Best mechanic around, in my opinion, though then again I'm not much for modesty. I'd love to be of help if you need anything! All this waiting makes my skin itch; I can't wait to get down to business. Bout time for a good Dust haul, eh? Getting few." He smiled, raising and lowering a shoulder. "As for your friends, I'm as new to this mission as this equipment, which, coincidentally, is a beauty." He slapped a hand on the wall; metal on metal rang out. "Amanda Rox-- yeah, I think she's here? Them higher ups're supposed to be. S'all a bit confusin." He broke out into a grin. "Sorry."

He turned and turned the lock to tighten the engine door. "Nice and secure. Whoo." Beneath his voice was the slightest of country accents, there-but-not, but in a way it was masked by what sounded like careful training. That was the result of ol' dad, but Dave'd never took to it. His tongue wouldn't form around the city words. The result was an odd formal infliction mingling around a country tone, which reared its head more in some syllables than not. His accent was nothing more than a background to his too-big and crooked nose and smiling eyes, which seemed happy even when the rest of his face did not.

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Natalie Greer Johnson


Natalie strode towards the group of people, the very epitome of confidence. Trust be told, she wasn't very confident about working with people - she worked better alone - but this would be a big haul, and would definitely feed her for months to come. Hopefully, there would be familiar faces to help her along, and if there weren't - well, there would surely be nice people? Not everybody in the Dust business was an ass, despite Natalie's extensive knowledge.

Natalie eased her Dust-powered headphones carefully off her head and allowed them to rest around her neck in order to hear the crowd more carefully. Unconsciously, she stroked the cold metal. The headphones were a luxury - Natalie had been saving up for ages. Immediately, a babble of voices interspersed with the sound of machines and occasionally gunfire assaulted her ears, a poor replacement for the soulful music of her Other Side of the Moon playlist. It was just that sort of day. Natalie rolled her eyes. More than half the group were men - it figured. They were the sort who had problems keeping quiet. She wondered if firing a gun into the air would be able to get her their attention.

Probably not. Not only would it be a waste of time, but it would cost her ammunition as well. She decided not to use that measure unless it was absolutely necessary.

Natalie decided to explore on her own. If there wasn't anyone to show her what she was supposed to do, she'd find it herself. That was the way Natalie worked - she was independent and waited for nobody. The tanks were a first - maybe she'd find some cool equipment there.

Passing by a man and woman, Natalie heard the man say in a light accent, "Amanda Rox - yeah, I think she's here?" She froze in her tracks. Amanda Rox? Natalie turned right around and asked the man, "Hey, man, did I just hear you say Amanda Rox? Do you know where she is?"

Stepping back, Natalie accidentally bumped into the woman. Instantly, she whirled around to make sure she was alright. "Whoops, sorry about that." Her eyes traveled up the length of the woman, assessing her, and Natalie sensed something familiar about her.

"Ariah Macintyre?"

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Ariah watched the man as he took a sweep of her, trying to discern anything about her, she pursed her lips as he smirked at her; what was so funny? she asked herself. But as soon as his cursory glance of her ended he bit back with a coy tone and Ariah raised an eyebrow at his cockiness to her. She was impressed her obnoxious attitude hadn't seemed to have damaged him unlike some people she conversed with. She took note to remember that he'd prefer to be called Dave, but then ignored that little note and decided Sterling was going to be how he was to be addressed if she was to call to him. She was caught off guard though when he put his hand out to shake, "chivalrous" she quietly muttered and put her hand out to shake but was cut off when he pointed behind him and said "Wait. Hot. Engine Room."

Ariah pulled her hand back, "chivalry is dead". Sterling kept talking however and she listened as he affirmed her suspicion of him being a possible inventor too. She sighed in relief at the prospect of having her request filled and was about to cut him off when he spoke about her friends. "Amanda Rox-- yeah, I think she's here? Them higher ups're supposed to be. S'all a bit confusin." He broke out into a grin. "Sorry." Ariah took note of his knowledge of Amanda, and decided that'd be her next port of call on her mission to find someone who she could tolerate.

Ariah pushed another stray hair from her face and cleared her throat, the heat from the engine room was radiating enough to make her mouth dry. "Well, good." she said matter of factly, "If you think you're as good as you are, i've got a little project for you if you can take it on, on top of your already... fascinating job.." Ariah let her sarcasm drip as she smiled back at Sterling. She got the impression if she was to grate on him, she'd have to try harder; his cheery disposition and feisty attitude back suggested he wasn't too phased be her. "I need a dust infused whip made". Ariah looked him over again, trying to see if she could psych him out, see if he didn't think she was a handful, "Can you do it?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

Before she could continue taunting her new 'friend' Ariah was cut off when someone besides her asked ", "Hey, man, did I just hear you say Amanda Rox? Do you know where she is?". Ariah was about to tell the interrupter to keep walking and not interrupt her and Sterling when she felt her weight shift as the woman turned and nearly knocked her over. "Whoops." Was all Ariah heard as she stepped back regaining her center of balance.

Ariah pulled her hair tight, ready to smack whoever knocked her back and stopped her conversation when the stranger called her name. Ariah paused for a moment and lifted her head "Yeah, you got a problem like the - Nat Johnson!" she smirked as she saw the face of an old friend, "I was just looking for you, ha!" Ariah looked Natalie up and down, "Saw you were on the manifest, I've been looking for you for since this damn thing started.. Ran into my new friend here, Dave Sterling" Ariah nodded to Sterling, "We've just been getting acquainted, haven't we... I'm here to see if he can make me something..." Ariah looked back to Natalie, "Long time no see Nat, how have you been?" Ariah rolled her hand into a fist and gave a friendly punch to Natalie's arm, "Where are my manners? Natalie, Sterling, Sterling, Natalie - Don't piss her off, she can sometimes be rude." Ariah smirked.

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The way that Ariah's eyes skated over him, glimmering with what seemed to be scorn though Dave wasn't too good at reading faces, made him tilt his head, eyebrows creasing a bit, though the smile froze a bit. She talked. A lot. Part of him didn't understand how someone hadn't shot her already (or was she a newbie collector? He took a second look at her... nah.) but hey, he was a good listener; it was easier to be friendly than to impose his opinions on others. He itched to rake his hand through his hair, surely ruined by having worn the helmet for the past three and a half hours, but remembered at the last second that his armor was still radiating with heat. He pulled back, sheepish, but thankful that he hadn't burned his own face in front of this... ah... condescending creature.

As she went on, however, his eyebrows flew up. There, that tone of voice-- his 'fascinating job'? That was sarcasm. But that was not what affronted him so much as what her sudden demand of him was.

"A Dust-infused whip?" he cried, incredulous. "The hell would you want that? What, is a regular whip not... whippy enough? How would you even..."

"Hey, man, did I just hear you say Amanda Rox? Do you know where she is?"

Dave stopped mid-spiel and swiveled around, a bit surprised that anybody else existed on earth but him and his mini-tirade, and had to blink twice as he saw the woman, radiating casual confidence, headphones slung around neck. A small laugh escaped. Had everybody else on this tank come straight from the magazines? Here he was ruddy-faced, oily-smeared, fresh out of a steaming engine room and as soon as he stepped out he was pounced upon by two women who were impeccably dressed looking as if they didn't have a care in the world. He tugged at his collar, an embarrassed smile. Damn! When did this happen to Dust collecting? The criteria must have gone up or summat...

All of these observations passed in fleeting seconds, and he reasserted himself to the task at hand, quickly raising a finger to the woman practically before she'd finished talking. He looked back at Ariah.

"What would even be the logistics of a whip such as that, what do you want improved? How in the world would Dust benefit a non-automated weapon? I don't even...! It would be a waste of Dust even to experiment, but..."

Just like that, it felt like he'd been socked in the stomach, dizzy-minded with new ideas. He rubbed his hands together, eyes darting, but looking off in the distance, not at Natalie or Ariah. "Then again...! This would be a breakthrough if I could do it right... revolutionize the whip... what to be improved? Springiness? Perhaps have it return in coils to the hand within seconds of being cracked-- supersonic cracks? Maybe even heat seeking, target seeking, unable to miss? Or make it completely controllable from the handle, so that it could wrap around anything from a distance, remote-controlled. Oh, good glory hallelujah!" He clapped his hands together twice and laughed out loud, turning on his heels and pacing a few steps, mutter mutter mutter. Though it pleased him to get new ideas (he was really not such a good inventor, perhaps bordering on terrible, but he got so bored), it always made him scowl a bit on the inside to figure out the tiny details. He would rather... he didn't know; have the blueprints magically materialize in front of him so he could fiddle with them to his heart's content? Working calmed him down, which was what he liked, since really it freaked him out to not be in control of a situation. "The Dust would cost me... where to get a hold of materials? Don't know a lot about whips... who's the weapons specialist, I can see him...?"

He bobbed his head in a dull way, and turned back around to Miss Too-Good-for-Mechanics-Unless-She-Wants-a-Logistically-Improbable-Handmade-Weapon-from-the-Guy-Whose-Job-Isn't-Even-to-Take-Care-of-Weaponry-God-Dangit, and nodded. "Alright, I'll take the job." He shrugged, but pleasantly. "Sounds fun. Finally something to do round here... it's so boring before the good stuff starts, I just... need to dive in. I probably oiled those engines ten thousand times this morning."

It was only at that moment that Dave realized he was acting a bit abnormal.

He withdrew, straightening his collar. "A'ight. A'ight. Sounds fine. We can work that out... probably best to do it before we get closer to the canyons; I can't let this interfere with my fascinating job," he explained. He glanced over at Natalie. "Oh... uh... I've been rude, haven't I? Dave, not Sterling." He thrust out his hand, then quickly withdrew it. "Uh. Sorry. Engine room-- hot."

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Natalie Greer Johnson


"Yeah, you got a problem like the - Nat Johnson!" Natalie's face broke into a wide grin at the sight of Ariah. "You know who's on board? I have absolutely no idea, thank goodness you're here!" It probably wasn't a secret to Ariah that Natalie was relieved beyond belief - she hated to be with groups of unfamiliar people. "I'm fine, the world's been treating me good," Natalie added with a laugh. "How about you?"

Natalie turned to the young man standing beside Ariah, who was off on a tirade. She quirked an eyebrow up, watching him go on and on.

"Then again...! This would be a breakthrough if I could do it right... revolutionize the whip... what to be improved? Springiness? Perhaps have it return in coils to the hand within seconds of being cracked-- supersonic cracks? Maybe even heat seeking, target seeking, unable to miss? Or make it completely controllable from the handle, so that it could wrap around anything from a distance, remote-controlled. Oh, good glory hallelujah!"

Natalie turned an enquiring gaze on Ariah, as if to say, "You've found yourself an interesting one, haven't you?" However, she did nothing to interrupt the young man. Even after that exclamation, he continued to pace up and down, muttering to himself.

Finally, he stopped, turning to Ariah. "A'ight. A'ight. Sounds fine. We can work that out... probably best to do it before we get closer to the canyons; I can't let this interfere with my fascinating job." It was only then that he seemed to notice Natalie's presence, albeit a little confusedly.

Natalie beamed. This was her kind of person - he was definitely passionate about his work. Unfortunately, she was a little too fast in her reaction, and as a result, her outstretched fingers brushed against Dave's a microsecond before he retracted his hand. Heat tingled on the tips of her fingers. Natalie winced, but brushed the pain aside - she'd faced worse.

"Dave. I think we could learn to get along well."

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Ariah nodded her head to the side and raised her shoulders in a you-know-me-Nat, "Gotta know who i'm travelling with and where they are". As Nat spoke and was thankful someone else she knew was around Ariah herself finally began to feel at ease knowing one of her oldest, and admittedly, one of her only friends was definitely also here. Ariah looked over to Sterling as he paced about talking to himself and rolled her eyes again, "Calm down before you burst a vessel" she said holding a hand out to motion him to stop as he finished his rant, A'ight. A'ight. Sounds fine. We can work that out... probably best to do it before we get closer to the canyons; I can't let this interfere with my fascinating job."

Ariah looked back to Natalie, "You've found yourself and interesting one, haven't you?" Ariah raised her shoulders again, "Well it's been nearly, what? Five minutes since we've met and neither of us have stormed off.." Ariah looked over to Sterling and held her hand out, "So either i'm getting soft, or you're tougher than most of the men around these parts." Ariah motioned her hand again then realised his suit would still be hot, which only made more apparent by Natalie's wince after the briefest contact with his gloves.

"Alrighty then Sterling, we have a deal!" Ariah said with a slightly elevated tone from her usual monotonous indignant tone. "Here." she said briskly as she handed over a bag full of credits. "Half now. A bit of motivation. Then you get the rest when I'm satisfied, got it?" Ariah looked over to Natalie, "He's making a whip" she said with a smirk, "I've got a theory about the Tarnic and my ability to not piss them off..." Ariah sighed, "Plus, i'm thinking of a career switch." Her eyes glazed over as she contemplated again her possibilities, "Not from Dust mining though, mind you.. I'm thinking of branching out my skills.. And the Whip Sterling's gonna make will hopefully allow me to train or at least negotiate some of the Tarnic into my bidding.." Ariah smirked widely, she and Natalie had often tempted fate on a few occasions when they were younger, whenever Natalie and her Uncle came into the wilds that was. "Remember that Digger Tarnic? The one that your uncle would follow coz it liked to bury deep into Tarnic cave systems?" Ariah laughed, a rare emotion for her to display.

Ariah shot a glance back to Sterling, making sure he wasn't enjoying her company, she was determined to grate on him. Something about him was so, comfortable it was, irritating to say the least. "So anyway, as I was saying, Sterling's whip will be infused with Dust and after I get a hold of the crew's Monster Expert, I think his name is Augustus Poole - saw it on the manifest, I'm gonna get him to teach me about all the creepy crawlies out there and how to handle them properly... Being able to avoid their claws is one skill I have.. But I want to control them." Ariah's eyes sort of wandered off again, an almost crazy daydream state glazed over face, then she looked back to Natalie, "Until then, I guess i'll just stick to scouting out for the creepy crawlies."

Ariah stretched her arms and cocked her to the side cracking it, shooting another look to Sterling, "God, you reek of cheerful." She mocked, Ariah began to walk off and turned around to face the two, "Well, c'mon, we can't be too far away from stopping at some crappy camp for the time being, and I want to find Nova and my Monster expert... And I'm pretty sure your mate Amanda Rox is on this tanker too!" Ariah then looked back over to Sterling, "You too I suppose" she said pushing another strand of hair from her face, "We can discuss what you plan you to make me and whether or not i'll like it."

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Ugh. Dave was beginning to feel distinctly taken advantage of, and it didn't set well in his stomach. Pressing his lips slightly together, he shrugged, oomfing as the sack was thrust into his abdomen, despite the metal suit. "Not like I was doing anything important... well... I actually wasn't, but..." He blew hair out of his face, a quick scowl crossing his expression before the creases smoothed and he shrugged with a helpless smile. "Yeah, whatever, fi--"

"Augustus Poole."

Mid-sentence. Mouth snapped close. Teeth clacked from the force. His mouth popped shut and he reared back, staring at her, the way she casually threw out that name and kept talking as if it didn't have the weight of the world.

"Who?" he asked. The word choked and came as a whisper, but he repeated, more forcefully but still barely composed, "Who? You didn't-- August Poole is dead." His eyebrows knitted together, pupils dilated and a vein in his sturdy neck pulsing. Quickly, his fingers skittered across his wrist gauntlet, and the metal suit began to retract, metal plate sliding against metal plate, squealing, dozens of pounds of weight disappearing like a fleeting shadow and sucking into the thick bracelet. The sudden disappearance of the weight left him in scraggly cotton clothes, a much skinnier frame, and many less pounds; he staggered from the sudden weight different, nearly knocking into Natalie, who he flashed an apologetic look. "Damn-- I'm sorry, I--" He stopped talking just as suddenly as before, dragging his fingers through wiry hair.

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Ariah had her hand on a nearby staircase that would lead them from the bowels of this tanker up to the next floor, but as she put a step forward was cut short when Sterling spoke with an abrupt "Who?" Ariah stopped her ascent and came back off the stair case, quizzically staring at Natalie for any signs of knowledge from her why the name Augustus Poole seemed to reign in an almost bad reaction from Sterling.

"Augustus Poole" she said sternly again, her head sort of tilting to the side to gauge his reaction again. But it was only a few seconds after that she had to force a raised eyebrow when Sterling quietly repeated his question again but then finished with "August Poole is dead." Ariah pushed another strand of loose hair out of her face, then, frustrated grabbed it tight at the back and pulled it together again hoping to prevent anymore annoyances. She looked back to Sterling and watched in silence as his suit retracted revealing his true form underneath.

Ariah was surprised to see his actual body; it wasn't as imposing as his suit led him to look, but he was more handsome - purely an observational fact - when he was able to be viewed just as a normal person and not some clunking mechanic. As his suit finished unlocking his body Ariah quickly grabbed Sterling and put him upright as he nearly knocked into Natalie and apologetically acknowledged his blunder. As Sterling straightened himself up Ariah caught a look of, pain was it? In his eyes. Her own gaze softened for a moment, she could tell this monster expert had been somewhat important, at least, to Sterling. But no quicker than she showed sympathy Ariah quickly gathered her previous momentum and stood back up, stepping away from Sterling. "He can't be too dead. He's this missions ranking Monster expert. Although I wouldn't be surprised if the companies nowadays learnt how to resurrect people! Well actually.. I suppose those replicas are as close to it as they come at the moment".

Ariah looked over to Natalie, "Seriously, does no one read the manifests these days?" Ariah rolled her eyes and motioned once again for the two of them to follow, "We'll go find Cpt. Rox and I'd like to find Nova too.. And Augustus Poole... and then i've gotta get to the bridge for a scouts debrief or something..." Ariah then stopped for a moment and turned back to the two of them, "Crap, what is the time? I've been completely side tracked.." Ariah fumbled around herself and found a small watch she kept around her belt and sighed in relief when she realised she still had a little time.

"Alrighty then, let's find Nova and Augustus shall we and get on with it." Ariah put her foot back on the first step and began the short ascent to the next level, she looked back down to Sterling who seemed to be still a little caught off guard by the monster expert's name, climbing the stairs she simply called after herself to Sterling, "C'mon Sterling, we'll find your boyfriend and you can stop worrying". Ariah looked back to Natalie as they climbed the stairs and shot her a well-that-was-awkward look. Maybe Natalie had seen Ariah's momentary sympathy, it was unlike Natalie not to notice when Ariah had her rare moments of generosity and humanity, and it was unusual for Natalie to not reign them over Ariah when she could too. So as they reached the top of the stair case Ariah sternly muttered without turning around, "not a word Johnson."

Reaching the top of the staircase Ariah was nearly toppled by a grunt as he was caught off guard by someone with a gruff What?. Ariah looked up to the source of the voice and a smirk crossed her lips as she recognized it's owner too, "Well i'll be damned, this really is small world we're living in.. How you goin' Luca Vardeaux, I didn't think I'd run into this quickly?"

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Dave narrowed his eyes, quietly stewing at Ariah's barrage of insults. He'd met worse. Far worse-- aw, man, there was this one guy on the Cypher Missions who he had just not gotten along with-- that'd actually been fun, and the memory made him give a thin lipped smile. But God, this Ariah was a piece of work. He'd never seen anyone as chatty and sarcastic, and when she casually threw in August's name like it meant nothing... that made him want to deck someone. Of course he was skinny as hell and no doubt she as a scout would be able to pin his arm behind his back and snap his neck before he could say "ouch", if she wanted to. He lifted an eyebrow. With a rather sharp and delicate face, his eyebrows had a lot of dexterity.

"He can't be too dead. He's this mission's ranking Monster expert," Ariah shot back, a smirk on her face. Then, glancing over at Natalie, she snorted. "Seriously, does no one read the manifests these days?"

Dave screwed up his face. "Well, fifty people on this goddamned mission and I didn't take time to scan for my dead friend. Shoot m-- no don't I was just joking. God, scouts."

He glanced over at Natalie, guilt pricking at him-- she was caught in the middle of this argument, if it could be called that (arguing with Ariah. About as productive as arguing with a rock. Actually, no. Dave could probably win a fight with a rock). He muttered, "Um... sorry," and at that moment, there was a sound of a ricocheting POP! and hissing from behind him in the engine room. He went white as a sheet. "Aw, shit!" He dove for the door, which, grabbing a bit too forcefully, crumpled like tin foil underneath his hands, causing Dave to go weak-at-the-knees dizzy from the sudden release of Dust from his system. He swung around and the accordion-door skittered across the floor. "Shit on a shingle!" he shouted, and glanced at the two girls, flustered. "Sorry," he snapped, jabbed a few buttons and making the suit encase him again, and dove back into the engine room with a wrench in hand the size of his femur.

Then he ducked out again, pointed at Ariah with a stern finger, and said, "Poole's dead."

He ducked back inside.

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Natalie watched Dave carefully, a small frown of concern crossing her face. He seemed to be really affected by the name Augustus Poole. Well, Natalie didn't know him, so she wasn't very worried - but Dave seemed to feel otherwise. She caught Ariah's eye and shrugged, shaking her head slowly. Slowly, Dave's armour retracted, and he staggered towards Natalie. Instinctively, she caught him around the upper arms and tried to right him, just as Ariah reached for him at the same time. "Dave, you okay?" she asked quietly, waving off his apology.

"Seriously, does no one read the manifests these days?" Natalie grimaced, knowing that she herself hadn't read the manifests either, owing to her complete lack of knowledge of who was on board. "Well, fifty people on this goddamned mission and I didn't take time to scan for my dead friend. Shoot m-- no don't I was just joking. God, scouts." Natalie chuckled softly and shook her head again at Dave. Ariah gestured quickly towards the two of them. "We'll go find Captain Rox and I'd like to find Nova too.. And Augustus Poole... and then I've gotta get to the bridge for a scouts debrief or something..." Natalie's eyes widened. "Great! I've been looking for Amanda everywhere!"

Ariah began her ascent of the stairs. Natalie, still beside Dave, grabbed his shoulder and shook gently. "Come on, Dave." She began up after Ariah. "Not a word, Johnson." Natalie looked up at Ariah and smirked. "Later." She was interrupted by a sharp hissing from behind her. "Aw, shit!" Natalie turned sharply on her heel. "Dave?"

She was just in time to see Dave diving for the door. "What - Dave, you okay?" He ignored her completely, instead jabbing a finger in Ariah's direction. "Poole's dead." And... back he went in again.

Natalie turned back to Ariah. "Why is he so insistent on Poole's death?" She realised that Ariah was talking to a flame-haired girl. "Oh, hey there." Natalie raised a hand. "I'm Natalie Johnson. Explosives expert."

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Small world after all? Cheesy but true. She'd worked so many jobs throughout the years and met a lot of the same people time and again. Earlier on it'd been kind of novel, actually. Either she'd run into someone she'd grown fond of and felt a little elated over it or someone she detested. The more and more it happened the less she really cared. While she still enjoyed circling back around to someone she liked, it just wasn't the same anymore. It had lost a lot of its impact, the same way an addict needs more of their shit to get a high. Ariah was somewhere in there, much closer to the "liked" deck of cards, but their relationship wasn't really.. well, she wouldn't call the two of them "buddies" that was for damned sure. Didn't know the other girl, though. Seemed decent enough, at least by the way she introduced herself. Right to the point of it, nothing fluffy. That was good, she didn't care for people who spilled everything about themselves to you at first 'sup. They were usually among the first to get themselves spilled onto the ground anyway. There was a bit of an air of experience about her as well.

Luca dropped down from the railing and dusted her hands off, "Quickly?" A scoff, followed by a low snicker, "Didn't think it was that short a reprieve from each others' company. Maybe my memory's just getting fuzzy, I don't know. With all the shit I inhale who knows." She turned her eyes onto the other girl - this "Natalie Johnson" - and nodded, raising her right hand in a limp salute of her own, "Luca Vardeaux, Chemical and Geological Expert." Back to Ariah, "Friend of yours?" She was only being half sarcastic. Ariah didn't seem like the type to really make "friends" at least not in the usual sense, but then again nothing was impossible - and Luca wouldn't be about to claim that she knew the scout well enough to really determine how exactly she got along with others.