Hester was one of the first over the rails and across the ladder. She was among their targets now, wielding a falchion and a little knuckle duster pistol and she is a whirlwind. Under the first pirate's slash and with a butt of her shoulder he's into the drink. He's one of the lucky ones. His companion is cautious, backing away from the railing. She slashes not at his face but at his sword, moving into the bind. Preoccupied with his own sword, he can't defend the knuckle duster being pressed into his armpit and fired. What happens to his shoulder is not pretty and he goes down clutching it.
She's smiling. It's an awkward expression on her face, being both extremely rare and incongruous with the terrible scarring that covers its left half. But it's definitely there.
[2//Spoils]
"Of fuckin' course there's a life after you're dead. You'd have to be some kinda idiot not to know that. People where i'm from, they call it the Sunless Country, but about everyone's got somethin' like it. Heard there's some who think after you cark it you go up to live with a god that got hisself nailed to a pieca'a wood. Can't say I get what's useful about a god that gets hisself turned into a mast..."
You might be surprised at hearing this from Hester when you bring up the subject of the afterlife. She's always very practical and has zero respect for the spiritualities of others. But where she's from, gods and goddesses are simply accepted as fact and the true age of the earth and the theory of natural selection are both lost ideas. It's why she adjusted so quickly to this business of magic shards.
Hester Shaw | Mortal Engines | warning for violence and swearing
[Warning for violence in this prompt]
Hester was one of the first over the rails and across the ladder. She was among their targets now, wielding a falchion and a little knuckle duster pistol and she is a whirlwind. Under the first pirate's slash and with a butt of her shoulder he's into the drink. He's one of the lucky ones. His companion is cautious, backing away from the railing. She slashes not at his face but at his sword, moving into the bind. Preoccupied with his own sword, he can't defend the knuckle duster being pressed into his armpit and fired. What happens to his shoulder is not pretty and he goes down clutching it.
She's smiling. It's an awkward expression on her face, being both extremely rare and incongruous with the terrible scarring that covers its left half. But it's definitely there.
[2//Spoils]
"Of fuckin' course there's a life after you're dead. You'd have to be some kinda idiot not to know that. People where i'm from, they call it the Sunless Country, but about everyone's got somethin' like it. Heard there's some who think after you cark it you go up to live with a god that got hisself nailed to a pieca'a wood. Can't say I get what's useful about a god that gets hisself turned into a mast..."
You might be surprised at hearing this from Hester when you bring up the subject of the afterlife. She's always very practical and has zero respect for the spiritualities of others. But where she's from, gods and goddesses are simply accepted as fact and the true age of the earth and the theory of natural selection are both lost ideas. It's why she adjusted so quickly to this business of magic shards.