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@ Scatman
Thank you! I’ve been investing more time in zypping lately, it might be that
I always struggle with posing, but I’ve found it helps immensely to have a reference picture. For Amalia, for example, I just googled for “resting head on arms” until I found something that looked good, and then I just copied it.@ Trekkie
Haha, thanks! The dialogues are really fun to write.@ Alexander
Thanks, I will!Nolwazi Nandi: Quartermaster, KLS Mistpoeffer.
A: Quartermaster! I would like a word with you.
N: Of course, sir.
A: I have been looking through your papers, and I can’t find any records of your service in the uKhahlamba War. Have you misplaced them?
N: No sir. I didn’t serve in the uKhahlamba war.
A: Is that so? Where did you serve, then?
N: I didn’t, sir. This is my first assignment.
A: Oh. Pardon me, madame, I shouldn’t have assumed.
N: That’s quite allright, captain.
A: …
N: …
A: Out of curiosity, quartermaster, how did you lose your eyes?
N: Through a laboratorial incident, captain, at Ulundi university.
A: What sort of an incident?
N: The lecturer stumbled and spilled aqua regia in my face, captain.
A: I see. And I take it your arm was burned as well?
N: No captain. Seperate incidents, captain.
A: Aha. Would you mind telling me how that happened?
N: A fire in the dormitories at the Al-Azhar University, sir. My arm was caught and crushed under a falling beam.
A: I see. Al-Azhar, that’s in…?
N: Cairo, sir.
A: Oh, right, Cairo.
N: …
A: And, well, what about…
N: The leg, captain?
A: Yes. What about the leg, quartermaster?
N: Frostbite, sir.
A: Frostbite?
N: Yes, sir, frostbite. My horse died from a stroke on the way to a lecture on cartography at the University of Uppsala. Had to walk through the blizzard for six hours before I reached an inn, sir, at which point the leg had turned blue from the cold.
A: And the innkeeper didn’t tend to it?
N: I believe he did the best he could, captain. He just wasn’t entirely sure what colour I was supposed to change back into.
A: Ah. I can imagine.
N: …
A: Well, this conversation took a bit of a dark turn. Let’s change the subject, shall we?
N: Certainly, sir.
A: I understand you have studied all over the Union. Did you receive a scholarship?
N: No, sir. Insurance money, sir.
Thanks a lot, guys!
Willem Janz: Upper deck boarder, KLS Mistpoeffer.
J: We appear to be losing altitude, Mister Tippett.
T: That we do, Mister Janz.
J: A few engines fell off an hour ago.
T: Yes, I heard. Gas is leaking out at a remarkable rate, as well. Quite a large hole on the starboard side.
J: I imagine that exacerbates things. We managed to extinguish the foreward blaze, but the tillers have been damaged.
T: Reparably?
J: Possibly. The rukh Frisis are working on them, but I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.
T: How so?
J: Well… They are not arguing.
T: I see.
J: So… crashing into the ocean?
T: Presumably.
J: …
T: That is a strange use of the word, isn’t it?
J: What word?
T: “Crash”.
J: … Why?
T: Well, “crash” is onomatopoeic, right?
J: Right.
T: But an airship hitting the ocean doesn’t produce a crash. It’s more of a big splash.
J: So your point is that we should avoid saying “The burning airship crashed into the Atlantic” in favour of “The burning airship splashed into the Atlantic”.
T: Well… yes. It’s more accurate, isn’t it?
J: … I can’t argue with that. Sounds quite a bit nicer, too.
T: Indeed! Crash is such an agressive word.
J: Yes! Yes.
T: …
J: …
T: Hey, is that a beluga whale down there?
J: Oh, it is!
T: This certainly has been an exciting day.
J: …
T: …
J: Are you sure that’s not an albino orca?
T: … No.
Thanks CantDraw!
Nevin Tippett: Upper deck marksman, KLS Mistpoeffer.
J: Mister Tippet?
T: Yes, Mister Janz?
J: May I ask you a question?
T: You certainly may.
J: Where is your beard?
T: I… I beg your pardon?
J: Where is your beard, Mister Tippet? If I may be so bold.
T: Well… I never really had the propensity for a beard.
J: Oh. That’s somewhat rare among your people, is it not?
T: Yes, I suppose. We Scotsmen tend to sport quite impressive beards.
J: I’m sorry? Scotsmen?
T: Yes. I am a Scotsman.
J: Oh. I thought you were a Dwarf.
T: That I am.
J: … I’m afraid I’m not following.
T: You seem to have gotten dwarfism, the deformity that causes abnormally slow growth in humans, confused with Dwarves, the short, stout, subterranean race. I am of the former variety. The latter are known for their beards.
J: Huh.
T: …
J: Oh, all right, I get it! It’s like saying: What is the difference between a beluga whale and an albino orca?
T: What?
J: What?
T: What is the difference between a beluga whale and an albino orca?
J: … I’m not quite sure, to be honest. Perhaps it was a poor example.
T: Perhaps.
J: …
T: …
The awkward silence was shattered when a Spanish cannonball tore through the cabin, to the great relief of both men.
Thanks, guys! Herr D got it right: one scar for every destroyed vessel. She’s a bit mental. Thanks for the idea for the windows!
And yeah, I came up with that cannonade pun and just knew I had to build a characater around itMistpoeffer with updated windows:
