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Franz folded his arms across his chest, and gave a glower at the pilot before leaning back, his body hanging out over the empty air. He turned his head, and spat, letting it fall out into the void before pulling hiumself up into a sitting position with his legs.

"Vernunft is greatly overrated. Especially in gunners. Anyone who runs towards schlacht in a time of danger, und seeks to make themself a target must be insane, ja? Und as for why I sit like this, it keeps others from sitting next to me. I like mine privacy."

Dash reached into his waist coat pocket and pulled out a battered copper pocket watch, rubbing its face with his thumb as he examined it. Half past three. About time to make rounds, I guess. He stretched out and gave a long, groaning yawn, leaning back in his chair until it creaked and protested under his weight before thudding back on to the deck with his booted feet. He stood and shook himself, lifting his hat to smooth his short crop of dark hair before replacing it back on top of his head. He didn't see a burning need to make his rounds about the ship, there was little chance of a maliscious stowaway since he had checked the entire vessel from stem to stern prior to take off, but he was professional, and he was hired to do a job, and he would be damned if he wasn't going to do it.
As he strolled past he railing and adjoining gut wrenching drop into nothing he flicked the butt of his cigar out into space, not bothering to watch as it fell throught he air. Scratching the small of his back and adjusting the short, bulky length of the sawed off shotgun secreted there he began sauntering down the deck, seemingly non chalont altho a carefull observer could see his quick glances as he keapt a weathered eye out.
As he rounded the bow he caught sight of Franz's precarious perch and let out a laugh, yelling over the slight engine sound to the dangling gunner.
"Franz, mein gut herr, vas machts du ous immer jetz? Du soll am das luftboot bleiben, du furuckt junge."

((Oh, sorry. No prob, Dash said "Franz, my good man, what are you doing out there? You should keep you feet solidly on the boat, crazy boy." Or something to that effect. To tell the truth my German isn't that hot either.))

Dash's smile was calm, genial, almost friendly as he looked down at Franz. His motion was almost imperceptible. Fluid. Cat like. With one swift motion Dash sweapt him up by his collar, his boots dangling an inch above the deck as they looked eye to eye. His grip was like iron and he leaned right into Franz's face, his tone dischordantly cheery as he said.
"Where I learned to speak is none of your business, "
As he spoke a shadow seemed to cross over his face, as of half recalled images and snatches of memory.
"And if you happen to mention my mother again you'll find yourself a sight farther out from the ship than you were a moment ago, and with out anything holding you up either."
With that he gave Franz a wink, the normaly freindly gesture turned by the circumstances into the direst of threats before dropping him with unceremoniously back onto the deck of the ship.

((Er...do you mind if we play multiple charachters?))

(For further reference, since my entire german vocabulary consists of saying 'Where's the bathroom' and 'don't shoot' When Helena's speaking german it'll be in italics.)

Cheshire watched open mouthed for a moment before rolling her eyes up and Walking closer "Stop acting like silly school boys and have some dignity" she hissed at them both, arms crossed. "I'm embarrassed of you both." she went on, concentrating on Dash mostly, he was supposed to be her body guard why was he getting into a pointless argument with the gunner? She tapped a booted foot on the floor "Now separate or I'll put you both in a corner" Helena's lip quirked into a sort of smirk before she moved away to sit watching them. Knowing full well in that idiotic testosterone high state they probably wouldn't listen to her.

((Go right ahead Dash))

OoC: Vanghar, M'dear, could you write in third person form if you please?

((Rats, I am SO sorry, I just moved out of my parents house and lost my notebook for a while, but I got it back now so I can post again.))

Franz's leg slammed into the back of Dash's, sending the larger man reeling as he attempted to lift his foot and avoid the blow. He was spun around by the impact and would have fallen had he not rammed shoulder first into the railing and caught his weight on his left hand, pulling himself upright. He was about to draw the combat knife secreted in his sleeve and lunge at the smirking german when Helena's clear voice rang out over the melee.

He straightened, seething, and shot Franz a venomous glance, his mind analyzing the situation. He's faster than I am, but I can tell from his hit that I'm stronger. In a fist fight it'd probably be pretty evenly matched. But I have one critical advantage. He's under estimated me. A small, grim smile lit his features as he recalled his opponant's words. 'I am a trained killer. I can kill you, ja?' I could be his father. I was hunting down bounty heads when he was pulling at his mother's apron strings.

Dash tugged his waistcoat violently to straighten it as he marched straight backed to his employer's side. He considered a parting shot at Franz but discarded the idea. He was a professional. He bowed quickly to Helena and said.
"I am truly sorry, ma'am. I acted out of place." be fore pulling up a deck chair and seating himself.