Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D »

0
followers
follow

Mackenzie Mahrone

"Do you always ask people for a how-to, or is being a nosy cunt the only way you can get your jollies?"

0 · 298 views · located in Arcania

a character in “TiV: Rebirth”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description




Image



Image
Art credit to - Ninjatic@DA




|| Theme Songs ||
Bad Things Coming ~ Abney Park
Cruel ~ Dropkick Murphys




|| Full Name ||
Mackenzie Tiffany Mahrone

|| Pet/Nickname(s) ||
Mack(y), Kenzie/Kenzy

|| Gender/Sex ||
Female

|| Age ||
27

|| Sexuality ||
Whatever takes her fancy... Kenzie ain't picky. Though she'll argue she'd much rather shag a machine than another human being. Less chance of them getting all philosophical about what it means to be together and all that.

|| Role/Position ||
Engineer




|| Hair Color ||
Smoke-white

|| Eye Color ||
Burnt umber

|| Skin Tone ||
Ivory

|| Height ||
5'11" | 180 cm

|| Weight ||
153 lbs | 69 kg

|| Appearance ||
Definitely a fitting example of a hard-boiled egg, Kenzie's got the look of a seasoned veteran who's been digging through shit for an extensive period. While certainly not as brawny as most (ex-)terrorists, she's got a sufficient enough physique to do the things she's supposed to in her typical line of work. But in all honesty, she's not about to go and overpower the world's largest wrestler or anything. Kenzie's not into that kind of stuff anyway. With that said, her roughened look speaks for itself. Besides the obvious, Kenzie's got a conspicuous wild mane of easily spotted white that's usually kept sprouting every which way when she isn't busy crawling through air vents or doing other claustrophobic tinkering work. It's not uncommon for Kenzie to attempt taming the messy 'do with some manner of goggles or other makeshift headwear, though it's usually a mesh of things that says she don't give much fucks at all. But as is, she isn't too hard to approach (and she's not too hard on the eyes, either). Just noticeably unkempt is all.




|| Likes |||| Dislikes ||
Agreeing to disagreeSomeone messing with her damn job
Coffee, lots of coffeeNosy/loud/hyper individuals
Selfworth, sense of own limitsExpectations and blind optimism
Sarcasm/wit/humourIgnorant, dimwitted people
Engineering (obviously)Armchair psychologists
Mutual interestsWindbags, empty threats
Grounded, well-argued complaintsChildren wanting to play war
Boundaries, they're niceGawking, especially the suspicious kind

|| Personality ||
While misanthrope is a bit of an overstatement, and for that matter not even a correct definition, Kenzie is certainly not the first person one should willingly want to hang around lest she shoves a wrench into their eye-socket if they so much as look annoying or dare to interrupt her work. As the engineer aboard the magnificent Rooster, Kenzie's more often surrounded by creaking machinery than sociable company flapping their gums at eighty-eight miles a second, and as such has been regarded as a less social member of its fine crew. Though that might just be because she's a pain in the ass, and has a tendency to shout at people; telling them to sod the fuck off from her personal space.

She prefers to be left to her own whims, and works best when not having to keep the well-being of others in the back of her head. Not a great contender for employee of the month award if that's anything to go by. A cat to be handled with a pair of protective gloves, thank you very-fucking-much.

Okay, that's a bit harsh. There's a fine line between an anti-social jerkface and someone who's used to sticking to their own guns. Kenzie is one of the latter category, and finds that being cynical is just so much more beneficial than spouting whimsy everywhere you go. Leaves no room to be disappointing for one, and that's a plus to her more than anyone else. Her snarkiness is just another barrier that adds to the seven feet layer of impenetrable bunker that houses her raw feelings. But as far as things go, she ain't a stone-cold bitch... Much. More of a wary guard dog that you should approach with care. Rough on the outside, big softie on the inside if you let her sniff you out for a minute or so, really.




|| Gear/Equipment ||
Besides several wrenches, screwdrivers, hammer and whatever else you think an engineer might fancy brandishing as a makeshift weapon and fix'em upper tool, Kenzie carries around a modified, long-ranged rifle used for picking off the unaware shit-for-brains who didn't immediately duck behind cover after the first shot. Though Kenzie definitely favours taking out potential intruders with a surprise wrench to the gob. Other than that, the engineer has the odd knife or other Mcstabby tool strapped to her belt in case of... well, anything unpleasant getting within shanking distance.

|| Skills/Abilities/Talents ||
Seasoned engineer ~ The fact that Kenzie is solely responsible for getting -- and keeping -- the Rooster in top notch condition pre- and post-voyage, is probably enough proof of her ability to keep pipes, gears and bolts from causing too many hissyfits. That, alongside nine years of experience from working on- or with a variety of machinery and vehicles have given her a deserved spot as the go-to person when your engine's having the hiccups.

Gun nut ~ Not much to say, really, but Kenzie fancies a good firearm. She always makes sure her own is in proper shape for unexpected surprises and has a tendency to ask similar individuals about the ins and outs of their criminal repellent.

Arson/demolition expert ~ Once a dedicated practitioner of causing absolute mayhem, Kenzie took a hold of some skills in crafting various gadgets all in the name of ruining someone else's day. While not masterful, she's got a solid enough grasp on creating various explosives just for the occasion. Great at fireworks too (or so she's been told)!




|| History ||
As far back as she can go, Kenzie's never had a chosen life of luxury, if she had any choice at all. Unwillingly schooled by street rats, and parents weren't around to keep a double check on her daily activities. Nothing much in the way of parental guidance or role models to follow about (unless you count those bumblefucks scouring the streets like they own the fucking place, assholes). There was the occasional adoptive family here and there, but Kenzie was always quick to scram as soon as she saw fit -- if they didn't immediately kick her out for good measure first. Heck, she's always been a troublesome little runt and apparently that doesn't fly with most wannabe parents. Go fucking figure, huh?

So with nobody to turn to for proper life lessons, Kenzie figured that becoming a vagrant runabout was a better plan than to be some big guy's pretend-problem. And some time after her fourteenth birthday she took up the life of a stowaway aboard the nearest definition of a vehicle, and that's when her life went into a spiraling mess, all cliche-like...

Turned out Kenzie had lobbed herself on board of a zeppelin that belonged to an infamous hellhole organization. Probably stolen, since the lot didn't look like they were the richest gamblers at the pokertable. But, typical mistake given she never had much fucks to hand out about how she got to point B -- not that she was bothered about the where either -- just that she arrived with all limbs attached. Fortunately for her, these pirates were about as intelligent as they looked and mistook the sneaky little rat as the nth child servant. So with some fuss and accidentally knocking one of her assailants out cold Kenzie was eventually beaten into submission and forced to work odd jobs like so many other unfortunate souls. Arguably a better outcome than getting unwilling flying lessons no doubt, but still not as bright as she imagined things to be.

A rough life like that wasn't exactly on Kenzie's bucket-list, the same went for any kid slaving to keep their heads from falling off. Though the other ones weren't convinced they could stage a cup d'etat seeing how many of these big bad motherfuckers were three times their size. They had done a pretty good job taming these young wilders, and it took a bit of coughing up empty promises to get some of them to rise against their captors. Imagine that, fighting tanks with slingshots and toy swords.

Probably got those bastards thinking 'what the fuck?!' as soon as the first unstable bomb set off. Never thought those kids could pull it off, such was their surprise they didn't have time to recapture them all with their engines on the fritz.

And that was when Kenzie got out the Hell out...

Evidently when she was out of arms reach from these sods, she figured it was best to lay low and do some honest work under bigger flags. Not that she had anything to run away from, but boogeymen always get ya when you least expect it. Didn't hurt in the long while, really, as the years of keeping engines from breaking apart did her some good at catching jobs from eager train captains wanting a good wrenching hand to tag along. And so by that time, Kenzie wasn't really planning to do anything fancy. Content with doing her "thing" while keeping a close eye on her back to see if something didn't creep up. And eventually she got aboard the famous Rooster, whose captain happened to be on the look out for a new engineer to work their wheels. Guessed Kenzie filled that niche pretty good with what every crew member being something of a misfit and all that. Not sure, but it couldn't hurt to find a permanent couch to laze on, right?



So begins...

Mackenzie Mahrone's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Byte
Rising bright and early wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and Mackenzie favoured a caffeinated beverage over that pretentiously “nobleman's” drink any day; and so with a dreary-eyed gloom and a gaping yawn, the Rooster's oh-so dedicated engineer wrung another sterling night neglecting a handful of hours of rest (honestly, waking up wasn't exactly Mackenzie's strong point and the additional lack of a full eight hour sleeping cycle didn't help) while she paced – or at least attempt to – around her cabin in the hopes she'd be dressed and everything before breakfast was over. She probably wouldn't, though. Not much of an early bird.

The knowledge that the captain had asked for every crucial member to attend the usual briefing hadn't spurred Mackenzie to operate in any sensible rhythm, in fact it probably slowed her down even more since it was, in her opinion, 'A load of ol' bollocking.' that didn't quite deserve her attendance.

“Where's that bleedin'...”

It was all a formality anyway, and it wasn't like she needed to try hard (or indeed try at all) to impress anyone. So Mackenzie wasn't quite sure why she bothered searching every nook and cranny for something to tie her hair with, and shrugged when she off-handedly decided to just wing it and use her goggles as a makeshift hairband. As if she did differently any other day.

With that dilemma solved, she, still half-drunk on sleep, sauntered out of her cabin to make her way to the dining hall where she figured most of her colleagues had already gathered.

“Mornin' lads,” Mackenzie lazily greeted those already present with a gesture that vaguely resembled a wave, before promptly occupying one of the available chairs; an elbow resting on the table and head comfortably resting on a hand that gave away the fact that she hadn't quite woken up just yet. Clearly excited for the briefing, this one.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elisabeth Whitefield Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone Character Portrait: Nathaniel "The Priest" Kain Character Portrait: Miandra Vrahl
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Imp
She had let herself to a few short moments (sitting moments even) of peace, dozing of as she stared out the window without really seeing much at all. For a second or two, her own reflection caught her eyes. She looked oddly fair there in the glass, as if presented with a more refined version of herself.
A less tired and greasy one at least.
She frowned, but then smiled a little, giving her a small dimple at the corner of her mouth. Silly thoughts to have indeed.
The contents of the platters before her soon caught hold of her interest as her insides once again recalled to her the fact that it indeed had been a morning without breakfast. So far. She threw a quick glance around her as the dining compartment kept filling up with the rest of the Roosters meaty content, then peaked under the lid of the platter closest to her. Eggs.
The people around her were more or less familiar. She hadn't really talked much to anyone. She had only been aboard for a few weeks, and those weeks had mostly been spent trying to show off in order to keep her place aboard. Luckily enough, she had found herself knee deep in what could only be called "The Great Rooster Mess" and with a long list of things to do. She believed herself to have done good so far.

As "The Doctor", or at least that was what she'd begun calling him in her head, entered, she turned from the window and faced the room more frankly. He was a hard character to miss, even aboard the Rooster. She had know to place her feet when around him from the very beginning. His greeting to two of the never arrivals was as dressed up as the rest of him. One of them, a girl she believed to be called Ms. White... Whitefield it was, apparently, as she overheard or rather listened to the short conversation, gave the impression of not being someone whom the word "effortless" would ever match. But Miandra did not mind that at all, as long as the work got done properly and all. The man, on the other hand...

"...I'm asking because you left it on a stack of other people's stuff without strapping it to anything..."
She quickly looked back at the young woman again.
...It's a small box sitting on a big box. Even if it slides, it has plenty of room...
Her eyes went to the man again.

"Oh, really.."
She mumbled to herself, feeling her mood slowly turning fouler. That man, was the reason she had been up all morning tapping pipes in order to find the source of that sound (that had been the crater-of-apparently-THAT-mans-books-banging-against-an-air-went)? She followed the rest of the louder parts of the two's conversation with her chin in her hand as her elbow balanced on the edge of the table behind her. These two, or at least the man, did not sound a bit better than some of the more self-proclaiming passengers. A thought that only made her irritation grow. To her surprise, this young stripling rose up and approached her with a greeting. A quite smirky one at that. She leaned her head back in her hand which made a stripe or two of her blond hair loosen themselves from behind her ears.

"...You,"
She said as her frown grew a little,
"Are absolutely right."
She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting out her sore chin in a slightly challenging way.
"That box of yours isn't that heavy,"
She waved one of her fingers warningly,
"...what really amazes me thou, is that you apparently found it easier to staple your, if I may say it myself, rather heavy, box upon all the other crates, instead of just.."
She gave up both her hands in an ironical gesture
"Well, I don't know. Just strap it to the floor hooks like the rest of the smaller junk?"
She widened her eyes in a faked expression of pure amazement, and then replied to the priest, Mr Kain's greeting:
"Peaceful? I wouldn't say that. But I guess I'm hoping for lunch now that I'm done hunting crates for the morning."
She turned to the Roosters Engineer, whom had just entered.
"Hey, Mahrone. I apparantly need you to close off the air through some sections of the cargo's vents. I need to weld one of the vents back in place."
She glared back at man in front of her.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elisabeth Whitefield Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone Character Portrait: Nathaniel "The Priest" Kain Character Portrait: Miandra Vrahl
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Doc quietly chewed on a piece of his breakfast meal while listening to the mage dig himself deeper and deeper into a hole that would threaten to bury him alive under alienation and hate from his female coworkers he was so rudely making insinuations towards. For the sake of a peaceful remainder of the trip he would have to speak up. Well, not him specifically, but someone should probably at least attempt to curb the man's tongue before it got him any deeper into the shit list than it already apparently had. So with a quiet clearing of his throat to redirect momentary attention, Doc spoke in his 'medical professional' tone of voice that was reserved for trying to prevent someone from doing something, or continuing something, incredibly stupid. Because, like the egotistical damn mage or not, he was necessary until they reached their destination at a minimum. "As the on board medical professional and adviser, Mr. Caeronvar, I would highly recommend you cease that particular chain of commentary and offers. Some might find them offensive, and considering the able crew members you are dealing with, a couple stitches and mandatory bed rest won't be nearly enough to assuage the damage done should you push someone over their natural limits."

Could Doc repair damage short of outright murder? Certainly, enough to get the mage in a condition to keep the train moving forward as scheduled. But none of the parties involved would enjoy that experience one bit, and he could guarantee that. And hell, Doc thought with an internally amused smirk, if the Mage went and got himself killed by Ms. Mahrone his fellow in security, Mr. Kain, could see to it he had a proper burial as they figured out how to get the train the rest of the way to its destination. In continuation of keeping the situation defused though, he directed his next small statement at the two engineers, Ms. Mahrone and Ms. Vrahl. "And if it proves necessary, Ms. Mahrone, Ms. Vrahl, that our....Proud mage is going to get his head clubbed in, do please inform Father Kain so he has time to drum up something nice to say at the funeral. And try not to do it on the train, or else I would be further obligated to make an attempt to keep his insides right where they belong, inside the skin and bone, where applicable."

A slow smirk was on Doc's face, so whether he was really joking about what he said, or not, was certainly up in the air. But it was clear he addressed most everyone the exact same, in a respectful and polite manner, barring William Caeronvar on occasion. Bad blood with egotistical and egocentric mages faded slowly, and only in the face of positive examples. Mr. Caeronvar was hardly one. But he had indeed addressed Mr. Kain subtly differently, in a manner showing a more friendly vice strictly professional approach. Working security alongside the man tended to create such situations, and while Doc himself was not a religious man, he respected the beliefs of others in that regard. It was none of his business what a man, or woman, believed so long as they did their jobs to the best of their ability. Beyond that, he treated the various members as respectfully as he could, which for some was not nearly as much as for others, and never told them how to do their jobs. They did not tell him how to fix a living person, so he did not tell them how to fix their professional problems, so long as it did not interfere with security of the Rooster. He did finally respond to Kain, having addressed the situation at hand as best as he could for now. "As peaceful as one could expect with this crew, Father Kain. The morning security sweep is taken care of, so all you'll need to worry about until the PM is the spot checks and alarm response, should one be raised. I hope the morning has found you without conflict thus far?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone Character Portrait: Miandra Vrahl
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Byte
There was too much noise for this early in the day. And of course her favouritest friend in the whole gosh darn world was at the center of all that static that didn't even give Mackenzie a moment to answer the one and only valid request (not that she felt like responding) in a sea of incomprehensible words.

The intent in William's words hadn't really reached Mackenzie. She was, of course, still operating under subconscious suggestions, and whatever gibberish the mage had just spouted at her was responded to with a similar amount of gibberish. The only difference being that Mackenzie's answer was nothing but grumbles and growls because she had no intention of dealing with this shit more than she should. Not that she understood a single fucking word the man had uttered from his big, gaping gob.

William hadn't exactly made good standing on the engineer's list, scoring even lower than the resident preacher. Caused more problems than he solved, really. And despite his crucial role to keep the train from coming to an absolute halt, Mackenzie found little use and value in his blatant bullshittery and categorisation as bellend.

But, she was probably exaggerating. Probably.

So, reactive to the man's dubious advances or no, maybe the good doctor's interception before everything could get out of hand was, perhaps, welcomed. If a bit pointless since there was no stopping a man wanting to make a fool out of himself, and so William's continuous pestering brought something of a smile (more like an unsettling smirk) on Mackenzie's otherwise blank and tired morning-expression.

Y'know, considering he wasn't making friends with any of the ladies in the room.

And so after a long sigh, Mackenzie turned with a disinterested glance to meet William who, even without his smile, still looked as smug as ever. “Lookin' t'kick yer teeth in. Don't we, bob-cut?” she retorted. Her disinterest briefly beamed at the equally harassed girl, Miandra, who was probably just as fed up with the grand mage-king of assholia as she was.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elisabeth Whitefield Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone Character Portrait: Nathaniel "The Priest" Kain Character Portrait: Miandra Vrahl
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by RCJJ23
Nathaniel continued to eat his breakfast while he listened to the conversations going around the room. He paid no mind, but he was still ready to stop any fights breaking out. They'd need the mage to keep the train moving until they reached their next destination. He turned to Alexander after finishing his current mouthful.

"Well, none of the rowdier passengers have thought it amusing to try and pick an argument in my or other people's faiths during the time I was in the chapel, so yes, the morning has been peaceful so far. I do hope that it stays that way." The last point was in general, and slightly directed at the situation that was occurring in the confines of the dining hall.

After finishing off his plate, he waved over one of the serving staff to take away his plate, and asked for a glass of water. He pushed back a bit from the table, still sitting on the chair.

"So... up for a spar later?"

It was nice enough to practice every now and then against an actual opponent. It added that layer of fighting someone that honed your own skills. Of course, he knew the Doctor would win. Most of his attacks were lethal, and as such, illegal to use against a fellow member of the crew. Still, it was good to hone his skills against another.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Imp
Miandra was left standing, with her finger hanging mid air as The Mage made his withdrawal. She was still in the middle of her eruption and had to push the rest back down her throat.
"Geh!"
- She snorted, then clenched her fist and turned back to her never-even-begun-breakfast. As she sat down again and reached for those eggs she had only just had a chance to glance upon before, she realized that Mahrone had answered. A bit ashamed over losing herself som much that she lost a bit of her control over the situation she turned towards Mahrone with her mouth half full of eggs.
"...More so my the tip of my boot, Mam."
- She swallowed, and glared in Mr. Caeronvars direction, then took another egg in her hand as she said:
"...'Bout those air-vents Mam, I should fix it first hand. They are connected to some of the coupé ducts, 'would hate to have something running around in there."
She was not at all content with how this had ended, and she was still very onstream inside. But at least her insides wasn't growling at her anymore. She had just about reached for some water, when the Captain entered the room. Not being one who would perhaps have it in her to stand in attention, simply due to lack of practice, she however did indeed feel the need to show her respect. This man had picked her up on no traits but those of her two lifted hands. And he had been fair when doing so. Had she been sloppy or neglectful during her first time onboard, well, she would have been thrown off first thing. She felt like she still wasn't really that secure in her position, and she felt on edge, in a good way. She landed in a halfway-risen-position with an almost graceful attempt of not chewing as the Captain talked.

When the man was done, and as she received her orders, she felt her focus shift and the last of the irritation drop. It was time to work, and her hands felt idle and restless.
"Yes, Sir!"
- She proclaimed, bouncing up of her seat and heading for the door in an almost running tempo. She was already in the act of putting her protective leather gloves on, that had been residing in her backpocket leaving an oily stain on her chair, as the The Doc asked for her attention.
"Yeah, sure thing Doc."
She wondered what it could be about,
Surely something about that vent...
She knew the man to be very thorough and felt a bit curious.
Halfway through the door she turned around again, her hair falling in her eyes, realizing that there perhaps would have been wiser to stay until the captain had given the order to get back to work. She wavered a little and her cheek gained a shy hint of blush, since she felt a bit foolish. Her eyes fell on Mahrone, whom was the one of the crew her work was perhaps closets connected to.
Geez girl, don't make a fool out of yourself.
- She reprimanded herself in thought. Almost with the voice of her brother, Eiris.
She needed Mahrone to show her how to close of the airwents, and wether or not she should close of just a section or the whole thing connected to the troubled cargo hall. The sparks from the welding that needed to take place could travel far in the ducts of The Rooster.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone Character Portrait: Miandra Vrahl
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Byte
The mage walking back to his rightful place wasn't so much a victory as much as it was a sigh of relief that the magraine-inducing waffler had stopped his sodding waffling. 'Thank the Gods', if Mackenzie had any she believed in. The subtle self-asserted smirk that managed to paint across her face for a brief moment had immediately reverted back to it's usual, blank expression when the alleged captain of this whole bunch sauntered into the dining hall. Looking as un-authoritarian as usual, apparently (seriously, straighten your back and demand some damn respect), prompting Mackenzie to raise a disbelieving eyebrow like always.

Not that she wanted Kovas to bark orders, but that lacklustre pose and depressive gloom hanging around the bloke just... rubbed her the wrong way. Regardless, she gave the man a two-fingered salute. “Mornin' cap'n.”

While the captain relayed his plans to the crew, Mackenzie took the opportunity to serve herself some breakfast and complementary coffee; only nodding at the captain when he mentioned her name. Really, she'd much rather get to work, do her usual morning routine – probably help Miandra with them bloody vents – than stick around. Though, part of her initial, silent scorn was likely because she had to share another portion of her day with the mage-twat.

Letting out a momentary sigh, Mackenzie turned to face Miandra. “I'll get on those vents when I'm done 'ere.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elisabeth Whitefield Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Imp
Miandra nodded as Mahrone spoke, hoping that the woman would be done with her duties early. There would perhaps not be much time later, since The Rooster was approaching the city with speed. She felt a small struck of dismay at the thought, because it might mean that she would have to take up some of her time off the train to manage the situation in the cargo hall. She had been really thrilled over their destination. Clear Blue... The thought of being able to roam the streets for a whole day even... Maybe even find a good place to have a cold beverage and dance... She blushed a little at the thought. But she really loved to dance. The rhythm and the music...
As Ms. Whitefield approached, she stared at her blankly for a second or two, unwilling to give up her swirling-dreamingly-thoughts of drunkenness and long skirts.
"Nah... Thank you kindly Ms. Whitefield, but I don't think that to be very necessary, unless you know how to weld."
She gave the girl a small smirk,
"...I won't judge you or your apron depending on your company..."
- She crossed her arms over her chest, giving a frown and a hint of annoyance in her voice:
"...as long as you don't feel like That One needs all of his front teeth.
She remembered The Doc,
"I'll have to get going, see you later Mahrone!"
She turned to the door and on her way out hastily said over her shoulder:
"Enjoy your day, Ms. Whitefield!"

She gave the corridor outside a quick sweep with her eyes.
"Hey, Doc?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: William Caeronvar Character Portrait: Alexander 'Doc' Atreides Character Portrait: Mackenzie Mahrone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Imp
Miandra swallowed a small sigh deep inside of her as The Doc added on her list of things to do. She had no complaints regarding the man himself. He hit most of the points she enjoyed in a colleague. And, as long as he did not get it into his head to go through her stuff, she had no problem with his sense of security. She had been longing after their stop at Clear Blue for several reasons. One of them carefully hidden behind some pillows, in a small gap behind the wood frame of her built-into-the-wall-bed.
48 hours of The Rooster would be just enough to try it out...
She realized that her thoughts had drifted a little too much, and she focused back on The Doc again, throwing something a little sharp in the green hint of her eyes.
"Hey Doc, regarding the vents. No problem. I'll have my hands on that as soon as Mahrone shuts of the air from the cargo hall. Otherwise we might get a lot of sparks paying their respects both here and there. Wouldn't like to get any fire-dances going... "
- She gave a short sight and rubbed her hand over the forming scabs on her chin.
"...And the windows will be a continuous problem. The lower part of the framing is all wrong. It..."
-She waved her hand a little and a small touch of unrest wandered over he face.
"...it moves too much. Its like its not connected enough in the the rest of its frames juncture. It does not really matter whether I fix the locking sprints back in place or not, they will be moved out of their screw holes right away."
She gave a small grin, feeling a bit uneasy and yet rowdy. The Rooster was her home. Her place in the world. She did not want it to be threatened. Like if every dent in the trains hull was a cut in her own skin... No. She liked the sturdiness of the train. And she wanted it to stay that way.
"We'd better barr the windows if a breach is your concern, Doc. Because those locks ain't worth much till we get the right frame to screw them into. I have added it to my list of items for the stop here in the Blue. But I'm not sure the captain will take that before new joints for the water pumps."
-She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Perhaps a word from you could get things moving a bit faster with those frames? Some of the staff has been complaining about the clapping at night. My guess is that we will have to replace a few here and there. Bad renovation job..."
-She frowned.
"...Wouldn't like to get any more prattle from That Mage!"