Post by Miya on Feb 15, 2016 22:33:35 GMT
Miya had never really considered just how full of energy Luca's various docks were. Boats coming into and out of the port, loaded with cargo and people, dockworkers shuffled around, making sure that everything ran smoothly. But even with all of the action going on, she still couldn't help letting out a yawn. She had been up since daybreak, posting up flyers around Luca, written in both Al Bhed and Spiran, telling anyone that was looking for work to head to Dock 5 and seek Miya.
It had been a a few hourse since she had completed that task, and since then Miya had been waiting for someone, anyone, to show up. But so far, no luck. So she now found herself sitting on top of wooden cargo box, leaned back against stack of crates located immediatly behind the one she was sitting on. She had just closed her eyes, letting the squawks of the seagulls and the gentle humming of the rolling waves drift her to sleep, when she heard a voice speak up above the sounds:
"Rammu, miss Miya. Hela du caa oui."
Wait. She knew that voice. She could recognize it from anywhere. Miya sprang up, only to find a man standing in front of her, bright yellow jacket making him stick out out like a sore thumb. It was Rin, owner of various inns located around Spira.
"Oh, hey, Rin." Miya perked up a little, giving him a small wave. "What's up." It was nice to see a familiar face pop up out of the crowd, especially when she had been sitting alone all day. Rin had helped her a lot throughout her time in Luca. He had let her do odd jobs at his Highroad travel agency for money and was a big contributing factor for why she was able to go from speaking no Spiran at all to being a total boss at it.
Rin coughed slightly, snapping Miya out of her thoughts. "I have a...proposition for you. Care to hear me out?"
He obviously wasn't up for any small talk, instead jumping straight to the point. A point that left Miya flabbergasted. "It has come to my understanding that you have happened upon some buried machina. I need you to donate any of the machina that you dig up."
"Fryd? Why?" Heck, how did he know about her little treasure chest in the first place? The only person she had told so far was the receptionist at Rin's Highroad travel agency, telling him to pass on the info if he knew anyone who would like to do some digging. And that happened only yesterday! Did word really get around that fast? Who else knew? That guy working the concession stand at the stadium? The goalkeeper for the Guado Glories? All of Spira?
"It is for an operation." Rin replied with a nod before quickly continuing on. "It's for a good purpose. Any machina will be useful, from vehicles to weapons, and I promise that all machina you donate will be returned to you."
It honestly sounded like he was just spurting words to get her to agree. Miya leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm as she took a deep breath, the ocean air leaving a salty in her mouth."Well, care to actually explain this 'operation'?"
Rin sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can not. I have only just heard about it myself. It is still in it's infancy, and there are many things being sorted out."
"I...I'll think about it." Miya replied, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared at the silver bangles wrapped around her ankles, the bright sunlight reflecting off of them and making them shine.
That answer obviously wasn't good enough for Rin. He stood there, solid as a rock, arms and legs held stiff by his side as he stared at her. He stood like for what felt like hours, while Miya just continued to swing her legs, eyes darting around, refusing to make eye contact with him. It was definitly uncomfortable, almost like Rin was drilling into her mind, using some sort of psychic power to break her in two.
And she finally did.
"Alright! Fine!" Miya barked, jumping off of the crate and throwing her hands into the air, hands balled into fists. "But I had better get the machina back, spick and span. If I don't...." She stopped midsentence, letting out a low gutteral sound that sounded way too much like a growling fiend.
"Thank you. I will contact you once the operation is nearing completion so that we may get the machina ready." With that, Rin gave a small bow, his form still stiff as a board, and walked off the dock, leaving Miya alone once again.
It had been a a few hourse since she had completed that task, and since then Miya had been waiting for someone, anyone, to show up. But so far, no luck. So she now found herself sitting on top of wooden cargo box, leaned back against stack of crates located immediatly behind the one she was sitting on. She had just closed her eyes, letting the squawks of the seagulls and the gentle humming of the rolling waves drift her to sleep, when she heard a voice speak up above the sounds:
"Rammu, miss Miya. Hela du caa oui."
Wait. She knew that voice. She could recognize it from anywhere. Miya sprang up, only to find a man standing in front of her, bright yellow jacket making him stick out out like a sore thumb. It was Rin, owner of various inns located around Spira.
"Oh, hey, Rin." Miya perked up a little, giving him a small wave. "What's up." It was nice to see a familiar face pop up out of the crowd, especially when she had been sitting alone all day. Rin had helped her a lot throughout her time in Luca. He had let her do odd jobs at his Highroad travel agency for money and was a big contributing factor for why she was able to go from speaking no Spiran at all to being a total boss at it.
Rin coughed slightly, snapping Miya out of her thoughts. "I have a...proposition for you. Care to hear me out?"
He obviously wasn't up for any small talk, instead jumping straight to the point. A point that left Miya flabbergasted. "It has come to my understanding that you have happened upon some buried machina. I need you to donate any of the machina that you dig up."
"Fryd? Why?" Heck, how did he know about her little treasure chest in the first place? The only person she had told so far was the receptionist at Rin's Highroad travel agency, telling him to pass on the info if he knew anyone who would like to do some digging. And that happened only yesterday! Did word really get around that fast? Who else knew? That guy working the concession stand at the stadium? The goalkeeper for the Guado Glories? All of Spira?
"It is for an operation." Rin replied with a nod before quickly continuing on. "It's for a good purpose. Any machina will be useful, from vehicles to weapons, and I promise that all machina you donate will be returned to you."
It honestly sounded like he was just spurting words to get her to agree. Miya leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm as she took a deep breath, the ocean air leaving a salty in her mouth."Well, care to actually explain this 'operation'?"
Rin sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can not. I have only just heard about it myself. It is still in it's infancy, and there are many things being sorted out."
"I...I'll think about it." Miya replied, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared at the silver bangles wrapped around her ankles, the bright sunlight reflecting off of them and making them shine.
That answer obviously wasn't good enough for Rin. He stood there, solid as a rock, arms and legs held stiff by his side as he stared at her. He stood like for what felt like hours, while Miya just continued to swing her legs, eyes darting around, refusing to make eye contact with him. It was definitly uncomfortable, almost like Rin was drilling into her mind, using some sort of psychic power to break her in two.
And she finally did.
"Alright! Fine!" Miya barked, jumping off of the crate and throwing her hands into the air, hands balled into fists. "But I had better get the machina back, spick and span. If I don't...." She stopped midsentence, letting out a low gutteral sound that sounded way too much like a growling fiend.
"Thank you. I will contact you once the operation is nearing completion so that we may get the machina ready." With that, Rin gave a small bow, his form still stiff as a board, and walked off the dock, leaving Miya alone once again.
