The knife stopped spinning, and was sheathed in the blink of an eye, accompanied by a quiet sigh. The Toa stood from her chair, hands in her pockets as she walked over to the Skakdi, flowing easily from step to step, almost more liquid than solid in her movements. Song stopped a pace or two away, posture relaxed, and truth be told, the slightest bit amused despite herself. The situation was a bit tense, Raknar was annoyed... But she was still amused.
"Because I am easily the best fighter you can find. I am perfectly suited to deal with the enemies that give you trouble. You keep me around because, despite the occasional bout of laziness, I can complete the necessary tasks in half the time it would take someone else. Because I am good at what I do." A pause, and she arched an eyebrow in slight amusement. "You keep me around because despite my general disregard for authority, I'm loyal. Not necessarily to your position, but to you, and to the job at hand."
"I don't manipulate you into doing the work if it's actually needed; Even if I do get you to do a lot of the labor, when I'm needed, I do what is needed. You keep me around because, if after a year you haven't gotten rid of me, you're used to me. Furthermore, I have been loyal enough and patient enough to put up with absolutely everything since we left the 'Vika."
"You don't always like my attitude; That's a common complaint, and I'll even go so far as to say it could use some improvement. But don't ever pretend there isn't a reason I'm here. If there ever comes a time that you truly cannot remember what that reason was, then I'll go."
A long, long pause; A fairly tense one, truth be told, before she cracked a grin. "Besides, you can't cook for ######, Cap'n Rakkie. And you'd miss me."
Edited by Simon the Digger, Jun 06 2014 - 06:07 PM.