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    (Ooc: So sorry! I thought I'd already posted my response to this!)

     

    Both Arkin and the other scouts continued to grin as he watched the little man duck about, retrieving his blades and displaying his temper. His mood swings were large in proportions, but also held a clinical feel to them, a feeling of contained emotion.

    Following a step behind the man who obviously had a good brain in his head, but few ways of expressing it, Arkin didn't bother to remove his smirk, merely clasping his hands behind his back and bouncing on his toes.

     

    "Pahl, then, lovely to meet you. I'm Corporal Arkin Fletcher." Arkin couldn't help but grin at his new title. Who would ever have picked him as a corporal? "Reporting for duty then, hmm?" he queried amiably.

     

    There was an audible twang and Arkin's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment until he saw some part of Pahl's impressive construction fly off into the bushes. The inventor quickly ask for it to be retrieved. Arkin's brain, still wired for performance, quickly analysed the man's lack of confidence in his voice and stance, storing away his slight stutter for later thought. He quickly waved a hand for the newest scout to go and collect the part while Pahl continued to talk to himself in such a way that he seemed to forget where he was and who he was with, everyone, in fact, except the malfunctioning staff in his hands.

     

    When he eventually recalled his situation, which Arkin was waiting for him politely to do (not hard seeing as how amusing it was for the ex-thief), Pahl drew himself up into a military stance, so obviously never used that Arkin had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from bursting into laughter. He didn't want to hurt the man's feelings, after all. The same could not be said for the rest of the unit.

     

    Rolling his eyes as the rest of the scouts began to snigger, Arkin threw his bright grin at the inventor. "Well, you've come to the right place! Why don't you tell me your story a bit as we walk to the Citadel?" he asked.

    The man could barely handle his weapon, but he had brains in his head, and that staff had great potential. The Band could use some brains like his, and if the man was faking his good nature, well...Arkin feathered a touch over the knives at his belt, throwing a glance at the other scouts that had set up a casual circle around the inventor.

     

    He was sure that the inventor would notice this, but he was also sure that he'd understand. And besides, the man needed to get used to a little bit of intimidation if he was ever to be introduced to Arinth.

    I teach small children to play the cello, but I'm still at school, so I don't have to worry about reeeeal jobs yet.

     

    Yeah, noodle box, it is a takeaway asian that makes the best noodle dishes...and then puts them in a box...hence the name. :)

     

    I found my phone!!!! It was under my shirt...

    *Arkin flips out of the box and runs up to Quibby and the storage locker* *starts efficiently storing bottles about his person and filling flasks with alchohooooool*

    *winks at Quibby* This is my superpower. Even Mehrin can't find flasks when Arkin's hidden them.

    Arkin: *crazy mad run at Starry, jumping over the top of his ogier head and all over his couch*

    *sends a heap of privates to mob Starry so he has plenty to deal with*

     

    *uses couch as surfboard and skids down hill to the Cairhien chapterhouse*

    I WANT THE SPLODIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    Daera: *stands with hands on hips and one eyebrow raised at Chapterhouse door*

    *stops couch with one foot and gives the rogue Bander a look*

     

     

    Arkin: *scuffs foot on ground sheepishly*