auditioning.

[savoy]

CHARACTERS: tyke and the three musketeers
LOCATION: sec's offices
WARNINGS: n/a?
SUMMARY: the musketeers would like to join sec




[ it's a little after the jump — after they've all shaken off the urge to search for ones that are not there, when rationality has reasserted itself over instinct. porthos had talked to a young lady by the name of veronica who'd offered information about security. they are all three in agreement that they cannot imagine not joining up; it is as close as they will come to still being musketeers aboard the ship.

besides, aramis for one cannot wait to try the more modern weaponry people had hinted existed. muskets and rifles that did not need reloading after one shot? it seemed too good to be real.

and so they seek out tyke, the head of security by the information offered to them, all three clad in leather, with coats and hats and swords fastened to their sides, athos in the lead. athos is the one to enter first, aramis and porthos flanking him on either side.

aramis makes a point to smile, particularly when he sees that tyke is not only a woman but an attractive one at that. wouldn't want to seem unfriendly or too threatening, now. ]

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[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor isn't usually in the SEC office so soon after the jump. The sickness it regularly leaves her with means she has to stay in her room for a while, recover before she can get on with any work - plus the fact that there doesn't generally tend to be any work so immediately.

But the jumps have been better recently, and there are reports she still needs to read over. The office is empty except for her, and she's set up a makeshift pen in one corner to keep ten puppies reasonably contained while she works, her five adult dogs settled in various spots around the room. All in all it's a quite calm scene, and she really isn't expecting to look up as the door opens and see three guys in full leather with swords come marching in.

There's a moment of surprise on her face - who can blame her, really - but when they don't seem to do anything further it fades into something more bemused. She sets the report she was reading aside, pushing her seat back to stand.]

Can I help you? This is the SEC office, if that's where you wanted to be.

[They didn't look lost, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had wandered in by accident.]

shit sorry i lost this tab when my computer froze

[aeipathos]

[ He is still growing acclimated to life aboard this ship, but at least a weariness in his bones and moderate sense of illness is something he is tangentially familiar with. It's not the same as what he's used to brushing aside, but he has shrugged off more in favour of duty, and right now it is duty that he is seeking. Having nothing to do in itself has been more draining than this strange place has proven to be, and he and his friends have determined that it is high time to do something about that.

The puppies off to the side are a little unexpected, the dogs similarly so, but he removes his hat upon entering the office, and inclines his head just slightly when the woman inside acknowledges their presence. ]

I am Athos, this is Porthos, and Aramis - [ he starts, a small gesture of his hat to either side to indicate them properly as he speaks ] - we were here to inquire after positions within your department.

so tracking only works on paid accounts and i didn't realise, my bad

[meloncholy]

[Dogs, in fact animals are general, are something Porthos hasn't seen a lot of on board the ship and it's odd when you come from a life where society is dependent on them for every day matters. But also there are tiny puppies and his eyes rest a beat too long on them, not daring to go any closer in case of protective older dogs, except the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile that is not quite hidden by his mustache -

And then he remembers where he is and what they're doing (although if their sudden deference in approach didn't give away that they were friendly, that might.) Duty first - time to be stoic and something approximating gentlemanly. Taylor even gets a small tip of the hat.]

I had correspondence with a young lady, Veronica, advertising there were open positions. Is that still the case - ?

[savoy]

[ athos introduces them and aramis takes off his hat when athos mentions his name, inclining his head in greeting without taking his eyes off tyke.

the dogs around the room are noted, as are the puppies confined to one corner. it is an interesting office, very much unlike the one of captain treville, but then almost everything here is unlike that which they are used to, so it is usual in that sense.

he sees no reason to add anything to athos' and porthos' words, for once recognising the value in silence. ]

[puppydogeyes]

Yeah.

[The word comes out sounding a little stunned, because while she doesn't have as much pop culture knowledge as half of the ship might expect her to, she knows that the three musketeers just walked into the SEC offices and asked to sign up. But it doesn't hold her for long. She's had King Arthur signed up before - she can handle this.]

Yeah, still the case.

[Always the case. She looks back to the table to pick up another device, scroll through to an app she can type notes into.]

I'm gonna need to know your skills and experience, then run you through an assessment. Sound alright?

[aeipathos]

[ He waits patiently, hand on his sword and standing with one hip slightly cocked to the side. Her slight startlement he assumes is based more on their appearance - it wouldn't be the first time such a thing took place. ]

Of course. Between the three of us we have more than twenty years of combined military experience, and for the last several have been serving together in the King's Musketeers. Your weaponry is somewhat more advanced than that which we are more accustomed, but I know my friend Aramis is particularly keen on making up for the difference.

[meloncholy]

Not only Aramis. [There is an array of alarming/fun possibilities when it comes to party tricks and modern fire arms, depending on your perspective. Porthos quickly hems, remembering his place (someone took to the lack of formal etiquette on board quickly) but if Tyke glances at him she'll likely see the humourous glint in his eyes.]

[savoy]

[ there is a distinctive gleam of delight in aramis' eyes at the mention of modern weaponry that suggests that yes indeed, he is very keen on getting his hands on one of those firearms and learning the ins and outs of it.

the gleam is only tempered by a hint of self-deprecation in his smile that says he knows he is overeager, but can you really blame him? ] He did not say only, he said particularly.

[ stage-whispered to porthos, with a wink in tyke's direction. ]

[puppydogeyes]

[Musketeers that were keen on handling guns. Not really a surprise, though she's already looking between them, previous amazement turning to something more bemused. They might end up being a handful.

Just as long as they weren't a trigger-happy handful.]

I can get you all firearms training with Gunnery once you're signed up. You'll probably pick it up fast enough, it's just... quicker.

[Automatic loading, more efficient gun design. She makes a note to maybe warn Jax that she'd be sending the three musketeers down to see him, though she thinks she might just let him deal with that when it happens.]

You guys got any hand-to-hand skills, or are you just swords and guns?

[Not that those were anywhere near useless, but she liked making sure her team had all the skills they needed for any situation.]

[aeipathos]

[ He would have mentioned that bit about 'only' vs. 'having-totally-not-said-only', but luckily Porthos takes care of that little bit of semantics on his behalf. Granted, he's absolutely positive at least one of them is being ridiculous just out of his peripheral vision, but since when is that anything new?

They're mostly not trigger happy - don't they look respectable and trustworthy, Tyke?

He inclines his head just slightly in thanks for the potential firearms training - the quicker the better with that sort of expertise, and Athos isn't all that personally fond of handling things outside what he considers normal. All of this is already fairly outside of that as it is, anyway. ]

There is a fair amount of hand-to-hand combat inherent in swordfighting, but nothing formal. Porthos is the best of us in that particular skill, but what we know of that we have learned predominately through experience.

[meloncholy]

[Porthos nods when his name is mentioned, this time a fraction more solemn. It's true that that's his forte, in the same way that Aramis is a deft hand at firearms, and it's also true that it's nothing that it's an acquired more than taught form. But it's kept him alive throughout his childhood and up until now, so he has few complaints.

Other than that he says little, his moment of mischief having passed and content to let Athos do the talking, unless his opinion or the moment calls for another interjection.]

[savoy]

[ there is a certain measure of respect that almost borders on admiration in aramis' smile when he nods his own confirmation of athos' assessment of their respective fighting skills, particularly porthos'.

other than that, just as porthos, he keeps his silence. contrary perhaps to popular belief, he is capable of it. ]

[puppydogeyes]

[She takes another moment, sizing them up with the information Athos has given, with the information she already knows - though there are things that shouldn't be relied on, she knows. The people that turned up on the ship didn't always match up with any stories that may have been about them.

But musketeers were good fighters, and that was the same impression she got from looking at them, the way they stood and the camaraderie between them. They could be the same as any soldier or marine. The outfits didn't matter.]

Alright. [She nods, looks down at the device in her hands and types something else in quickly.] Gonna need to take you down to the gym to run you through skills assessments, then I can sign you up.

[She tips the tablet in her hands, using it to gesture out of the room, an invitation for them to go straight into that if they were ready.]

[aeipathos]

Of course.

[ Because he can parse that meaning well enough. It would be a poor leader indeed who simply took them at their word, even though a great deal of what they were asking, even he, acknowledged was effectively 'give us time to learn with your new stuff and if we don't shoot vital parts of each other we'll serve for Security'. Athos accompanies this acknowledgement with the type of bow he is most familiar with - that is, shallow, noble to noble, peer to peer - and moves in the direction indicated. Why wait? ]