the klutz
1519 words
mithos, martel, kratos, && yuan
during the kharlan wars
It all started with a piece of soap. Getting an Inn was always troublesome for the group, due to the heavy racism that disallowed seventy-five percent of the group from boarding, but this time they we able to. Only on the condition that they provided help in cleaning up, provided for their own meals, not cause trouble, and to not stick their nose where it wasn't needed. Granted the last part was difficult for some in the group, most were more than happy by the terms. They had all unpacked into their room, only able to buy just one. The sister and the brother were allowed the only bed in the room and the other two older gentlemen were content with the hard floor. One taking a cozy spot near the corner just in sight of the windows and door, while the other took the opposite side of the room with the disadvantage of having one of the windows near him.
Once they all had unpacked, they all quickly came down to the main floor to provide their assistance in cleaning up. The brother and sister were given the job of cleaning the floors while the two gentlemen had the honor of more strenuous work outside. One cutting wood while the other attempted to care for the horses. When the loud cry of the woman in their company came to either of their ears and that notorious crash rang in their ears, both were quick to look at the other and run towards the woman.
Upon the scene was the green haired woman holding her hair as her younger brother began to console the poor woman. Right behind her was a large almost seemingly carved out form of her body as a hole in the wall. A sudden chill quickly came down their spine and both thought quickly what this would mean. Catching sight of the owner gawking at the hole, both quickly began to bow and apologize for it. Both in different levels of panic and wishing for him to understand that it was merely an accident.
"M-My wall!" Cried the inn keeper. His hands extended to lament a the large hole he now had in his precious inn. Turning his anger towards the two bowing before him, his hands came onto his hips. Eye narrowed, brows furrowed, and a firm frown set on his face. "How the hell did this happen!?"
"M-Martel just slipped from the soap on the floor, sir! We're really sorry, it's just an accident. My sister…she's really clumsy!" The young boy stammered out, worried evident on his face. If they got kicked out for this, than they'd have to sleep out in the cold again. He didn't want that, not to mention he didn't want that for his sister. Tending over her own hurt head from the collision, she tried to get up only to fall back into the boy's care. Her face contorted in pain and sadness, she then opened her own mouth. "Please, I'm very sorry sir. It was an accident."
Skepticism came over the man's face. A person slipping on some soap and causing a large hole on his wall? That was stuff only people tell tales about, but when he looked at the hole. He couldn't help but feel that there wasn't any other explanation for it. Putting a hand on his chin and thinking it over, he glanced at the half-elves. He had only allowed them to stay at the inn out of pity, and he could tell they were all worried about what would happen if he kicked them out. Knitting his brows then giving a gruff grunt before nodding his head, he spoke up finally. "If you can explain how someone like her could manage to put a hole in my wall, I'll let you off the hook." A silent conversation came between the group. Both the siblings look at each other with a scared look, how could they possibly explain how it happened? She slipped on the soap after running to tell Mithos something and she crashed into the wall putting a hole in it. After a few seconds passed and it seemed the Yggdrasill siblings had nothing to explain for it, and the ex-knight only stood there silently unsure of what to do the bluenette spoke up.
"Well." He said first thoughtfully, walking towards the hole to examine it and lightly picking at the wall. "What were you doing before Martel?"
"I-…I was taking care of something when I came running to tell Mithos about…uhm..something I heard from one of the guests." She explained, her hands clutched close to her heart. Sat on the floor still too dizzy to stand.
"I see alright. Let's assume that Martel was running three meters per second and she weighs…" He stopped for a moment to glance at her, attempting to figure out a general weight of her's. "I'd say she's sixty-two kilograms. To get her momentum we'd take her weight and times it with the velocity of what she was traveling. Which come to…"
He stood there for a few seconds figuring out the math while mostly everyone stared at him. Math was never something that Yuan ever flaunted knowing and Mithos had the inkling idea that he was pulling crap out of his ass. Martel was mesmerized that he even got her weight right, and Kratos was intrigued. While the inn keeper couldn't believe that Yuan was actually taking him seriously.
"She would have a momentum of one hundred eighty six kilograms times meters per second. If we examine the wall, you can tell that it already has some termite problems and wasn't looking all that great to begin with anyway. It's safe to say it's plausible for her to make a hole like this." He explained, lightly picking at the wood once more before turning to look at the inn keeper awaiting for the man's answer. What he met was a gaping inn keeper and puzzled companions (plus the glaring Mithos).
As the inn keeper began to digest the information he was given, his expression condensed into a serious thinking one. As all groups watched the man with apprehension, a few occasionally staring at Yuan's head, eventually the man spoke up finally.
"There are wood planks in the shed near by, go patch that hole up." The man said thumbing towards the direction of the shed. Martel blinked and couldn't believe what just happened. They had managed to avoid a crisis. As no one said anything and remained in their spot. The inn keeper turned his attention to Kratos. "Well boy? You going to do as I said or do I have to remind you that you owe me to help out."
Blinking away the stupor that was on his face, the auburn man nodded his head and began walking towards the shed to do as he was asked. As the inn keeper gave Yuan a glare, the half-elf grumbled and went back to his job of caring for the stable. The siblings scrambled back to their feet and returned to their cleaning duty. Martel being extra careful to not slip up again and make another wall. She didn't think Yuan could talk their way out of that mess.
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Later that day as they began resting and planning on what to eat, Mithos decided to come make a comment before the left. "You're so full of crap, Yuan." He said, causing all three to look at him. Yuan's own eyebrow lifting in a questioning look. "There's no way what you said earlier was true, you pulled that out of your butt."
A shocked looked cross the bluenette's face. That was right, he did say that, and as he quickly looked for a solution a chuckle came from the man. Hands coming up to give a slight shrug and smirk on his face. "So what if I did? I might have bluffed, but at least we still have a room."
"Oh wow, Yuan! Thank you so much for that." Martel pipped in, a smile on her face. This caused the older half-elf to blush and quickly look away, a small grimace on his face. Mithos to gave Yuan a quick death look before pulling at his sister and placing the sweetest expression on his face. "Come on, sis! We gotta get the food, remember?"
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Would you like to come with us, Kratos?" Martel offered before receiving a nod of the head. The two siblings made their way out of the door hand in hand, while Kratos slowly made his way to the door stopping for a bit close by Yuan.
"Liar. That wasn't really a bluff, was it?" The man questioned quietly as he looked at the half-elf seriously. A shocked look came across Yuan's face, as if he was found out. Yet before he could say anything Kratos was out the door catching up to the siblings.
It started with a piece of soap, but it had to end with a bluff.