( open ) don't say yes if you can't say no

[freewoman]

Date & Time: Post-dated to 25th
Location: Around the city
Characters: Ygritte and YOU
Summary: Ygritte being Ygritte and doing her usual thing around the city
Warnings: She comes with her own standard warning

There wasn't much about the mission she had liked. It wasn't necessarily bad, and it was more comfortable than the time she was in New Mexico. At least the heat hadn't killed her. Though she was glad to have her furs back on. Stocked on her weapons, Ygritte left the security of her encampment for her daily forage.

And by forage, it was usually stealing what she could where she could. People didn't secure their things nearly as well here, and she usually came back home with a few pieces of fruit or occasionally some animal she could easily slaughter. It just wasn't easy coming by animals period. She did wonder where they came from to begin with, but Ygritte preferred to prepare her own meat, perpetually distrusting of the way of life here. However sometimes she got by with stealing jewelry and gold and would trade for the animal. The concept of money was mostly unused by her. She did things the way her people did it, and she lived decently well for it.

So that was what she was doing today, seeing what she could pilfer and trade.

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[freewoman]

"Whatever I can get into," Ygritte answered honestly and with a smirk that said she was up to no good. It was the way of her people, and if a person wasn't good enough to hold their prize possessions, they didn't deserve them. Ygritte was used to fighting for everything.

"Can't your big, metal feet crush it," she said, balling up her hand to pantomime what she meant.

[weapabilities]

The smirk is returned, Drift flashing a very fleetingly genuine grin at her.

"Point taken." He understands having to fight for every scrap you get. He doesn't begrudge her what she has to do to survive.

"Well... I mean not really. It's kind of stuck up in a joint and to be honest with you it really hurts."

[freewoman]

She leveled a look at him, brows raised. "If y'want me help, all you've got to do is ask. I've smaller hands than you, big ole giant," she told him friendly enough. Ygritte walked around his legs and moved to his foot. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but he was the one in pain. He'd tell her.

[weapabilities]

That earns a sheepish look, and Drift lifts his foot for her.

"If you wouldn't mind, I mean...." Asking for help really isn't his thing, unfortunately he's found himself having to do s a lot lately.

It's pretty clear, up under where his toe plates connect to the center, there's an orange-sized stone lodged into the gears that allow him to step comfortably.

"See it?"

[freewoman]

She was careful as he hand moved over his foot. Her eyes briefly looked up at him. "You won't snap me hand off if I try and pick it out?" It was there, the round, orange rock. It wouldn't take too long to pry it out, but Ygritte did like all her digits.

[weapabilities]

"I won't. I promise. Just be gentle, it really hurts." More over, he's ticklish, like hell he'd admit that to someone like Ygritte. Or anyone. He's no wuss.

Right then. He grins at her hopefully.

She probably won't be gentle. That's okay though.

[freewoman]

If he was really expecting her to be gentle, he really didn't know the young redhead. Her hand grasped the wrong and with a few hard tugs, the rock came free and she withdrew her hand quickly, throwing it to the side. "Be careful what y'step on, metal giant," she told him affectionately.

[weapabilities]

"Aha-hah-OWCH! Frag me sideways ow ow ow!" He makes a show of whining about it. This coming from a mech who's put a sword through his own chest.

"Ahhh thank you. Jeez. Wow. Was that it? It felt so much bigger." He wiggles his toe plating.

[freewoman]

She watched where she tossed the rock and rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby," she said not putting too much of her insulting tone on it. It was out now and he was fine.

"Just a bit o' rock. Y'won't die."

[weapabilities]

"Ahh jeez. You sound like my friend Ratchet now." He rubs his hands over his foot and stands up, stooping down to ovver his hands.

"Going anywhere in particular? I could take you. You know. As a thanks for the help."

[freewoman]

"No where in particular. Just about, lookin' to see what I can find and trade." It wasn't that big of a deal, though she was likely to not do that for anyone but him.

[weapabilities]

"Oh, well... here. One second." Drift turns, producing a small bag and handing it down to her. Contained are most of his earnings for the month.

"Take this then. It's not much but... I don't really need to buy many things, since it's all for humans and organics anyways. I just kind of do odd jobs to fill my time. Should help right?"

Look at him try desperately to be helpful.

[freewoman]

"I don't use their gold," she told him flat out. She didn't need his money, and she wasn't going to just take it. Ygritte was independent and got what she needed doing what she did best. Beside she didn't trust their gold anyway.

[weapabilities]

He half-expected that response.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." The comparatively small bag is tucked away again, who knows where he actually keeps his things.

He turns and fidgets awkwardly. He's not one to really go out and make a fuss of asking for company, only when he's in a bad way. That look is definitely there, though. The one where his optics widen a bit and he looks a little lost. He wants to tag along.

[freewoman]

She didn't get his look, and while she was ready to move on, he just kept looking at her. Ygritte blinked before adjusting her weight on her other foot. Furrowing her brows, the spearwife looked back at him. "Alright, what do you want?"

[weapabilities]

Drift's gaze drops to his feet, tapping his thumbs against the guard armor on his thigh. He clears his through superfluously.

"Well I mean you know, I thought maybe you'd want company. Perhaps."

Now he knows how Swerve feels.

"I wouldn't be uh. Opposed to accompanying you. Places."

[freewoman]

She rolled her eyes at him. He was like a lost pup sometimes. Ygritte didn't mind, only because she had come to like him so. He was like a brother, one of her kin.

"Aye, alright. Before y'start beggin'. I've no where in particular t'go, but you're takin' me there since you already offered," she said proudly. And he couldn't take that back now.

[weapabilities]

His face brightens to that practiced, bright smile. He wouldn't know much of kin. he'd gotten close a few times. With Gasket. Wing. Even the time he spent as a Wrecker, there was definitely a sense of closeness.

"Well, I'll take you no where in particular in style, then." Rising to his feet, he stretches. Oddly a lot more limber than you would expect a robot to be. Satisfied, he kneels and offers her his hand.

"Come on up."

There's no way he'll be able to get around well in his alt-mode, this area is full of rubble and he's certain he'd pop a tire.

[freewoman]

Once his hand was down, Ygritte stepped onto it. She held onto his thumb, taking in how exciting this was. She wouldn't admit it of course, but this was actually pretty exciting. A little scary, much like climbing the Wall was, but she would never admit how scared she was or wasn't while doing that either.

"So where y'takin' me?" She asked.

[weapabilities]

She doesn't quite fit in one hand, he gathers he up and lifts her towards his shoulders, letting her hold onto his fingers.

"Make yourself comfortable. Just don't grab my finials."

He takes the time to make sure she gets herself situated.

"Hmm. Not sure yet. Where do you feel like? Or do you want me to surprise you?"

[freewoman]

She stepped onto his shoulder before taking a seat. Her giants from home weren't that big, at least not as big as he was. They also would never let a human sit on them. But she was amused. She turned to look at his face with a grin.

"Your what? And take me there," she pointed out in the distance. It was another dilapidated building off in the distance.

[weapabilities]

Drift offers her a sidelong grin.

"My finials. People say they're ears, but they're not ears. They're finials. Don't grab them."

Once he spots where she's pointing, he plots his course.

"Over there? Consider it done. Hold on tight." He wouldn't let her fall, the Great Sword on his back offers good bracing for her, anyways. Good old Wing. Always looking out for people.

Once he's sure she's settled, he starts of with a jog that quickly becomes a sprint. As soon as they encounter a structure however, he nimbly vaults over it. The ride is smoother than one might expect, and Drift? Well, for all his verbal stumblings, he's got definite grace on his feet.

[freewoman]

"Okay, I won't touch your ears." She made a face at him, holding onto the plates on his shoulders not at all expecting how light and easy the travel was.

He moved swiftly, and she wasn't jostled as much. Horses were rare above the Wall, but she had stolen enough to know what it was like. This wasn't at all like that, though she held on tightly just in case.

She looked down at the building. "See any metal bits? Good ones?"

[weapabilities]

He skids to a stop when she asks the question, turning his his just enough to see her.

"Define good. Anything made of metal? You're looking for scrap?" It makes sense, really. It's a valuable commodity, nonetheless.

He almost regrets stopping. Running is so very freeing.

[freewoman]

"To sell or trade. Get a good deal, get better metals, some times trade for animals for meat." She had meat smoking behind her camp as well as some preserves. It wasn't much, but it was how she lived when she was in the city.