Seymour, Amber + Keats

<OOC- Sorry for taking so long guys, I know I promised to post a few
days ago but I've been quite busy>
Amber, Keats + Seymour
Keats' Quarters
<snip>
Keats was too busy patching his arm up and swallowing pain killers
to hear the noise in the air vent. Amber heard it though, she swung
around and pointed the stollen sword at the airvent. Seymour came
tumbeling out of the vent, covered in oil stains and dust. Amber
still had the sword pointed at the vent, so when seymour looked up,
he was face to face with Ambers sword, she couldn't help but laugh
at the Royal Ambassador's face.
</snip>
Seymour dusted himself off and readjusted the culinder on his head.
He held the frying pan on his arm tightly to his chest and poised
his metal spoon for action.
"Oh my god" laughed Amber "What do you look like?!"
"Silence my dear lady, there is trouble afoot, giant bees and big
cats, all looking like that fool Mr. Chrysler!" he looked around to
check the area, he noticed Keats tripping out on the bed.
"Is young Mr. Keats alright?" Seymour poked him with his spoon from
arms length.
"Yeah, just sleeping off the immense amount of drugs he just took I
think." Amber said passively.
"Really?" Seymour tutted and shook his head. "The youth of today! I
bet that's YOUR effect on him isn't it?!" Seymour pointed an
accusing finger at Amber, forcing to remind herself of her drug
addiction.
"He's on painkillers you old fart!" said Amber. "And do you have to
keep bringing that up everytime you see me, it was a long time ago
now and I'm much better."
"Are you sure… your not carrying anything sharp are you?" Seymour
said condescendingly.
"Shut up!"
"How dare you, I'm a Royal Ambassador!" Seymour said.
Amber made a big display of not caring and checked the area for any
more Jay clones.
Suddenly a crackling came through the speakers, followed by Dante's
voice. "CALLING ALL BLUE DWARF CREW. THE ENEMY ARE HUGE IN NUMBERS
SUGGEST WE ALL COORDINATE OUR EFFORTS. IF YOU WOULD ALL LIKE TO GET
TO THE PROMANDE ASAP. I WOULD BE GREATFUL, AND NO THAT IS NOT
OPTIONAL. DANTE OUT."
"But I've just been there!" Seymour moaned. "Its swarming with them,
loads, there was a big fly in my restaurant eating the soup!"
"You sure it wasn't doing the backstroke?" Amber jested.
"No I am pretty sure it was just stood there like a large overgrown
insect eating my very tasty soup." Seymour said missing the joke.
"…my own recipe of soup also, very darned delicious!" He kissed his
fingers.
Amber rolled her eyes. "So you ran away then anyway?" she
teased. "The proud and brave Royal Ambassador ran away? Surely not!"
She mocked.
Seymour held up his spoon. "Avast ye! I made a tactical retreat in
order to regroup, find some hapless cannon fodder…" he indicated
Amber and Keats. "…and probably some more useless crewmembers,
probably Efof, he's the MOST useless… before co-ordinating a key
strike and taking the enemy by surprise by forcing them to eat you…
lets put it this way… `less-noble' or important beings, while I can
give them a big clobber with my trusty Teflon friend here..." he
held up his frying pan proudly. "…allowing me to triumph as a hero,
preserving a) my family name, and b) the commonwealth." He took a
deep breath.
"Riiiight." Said Amber, wondering if he'd fit in the cupboard if she
painfully forced him in.
An awkward silence passed between them.
"Right Keats wake up!" Amber said eventually.
"What…erm… oh?" Keats rubbed his eyes. "Oh Hello Mister Royal
Ambassador sir!" He said with a salute and surprisingly no trace of
sarcasm in his voice.
"Hello Mr. Keats my fine young man, but its proper etiquette to
courtesy not salute, but I'll let you off as its better than the
gestures I get off most of the crew… YES THAT'S THE ONE AMBER I CAN
SEE YOU DOING IT BEHIND MY BACK THERES A MIRROR RIGHT THERE!"
<tag, lets either head to the Promenade willingly or be herded there
by the clones!>