Luziyca wrote:Myagkov was finally done with his business in the lavatory. After washing his hands, he made his way back to the seat, not knowing of recent events that have occurred in the cockpit that may change the course of his flight, let alone his life.
He soon saw an empty seat, next to the passenger he had been sitting next to.
After a brief stretch, and before he was about to sit down, his palm made contact with his face. He must have left his multilingual phrasebook in Ainin which contained some useful phrases in various Esquarian languages: French, Gaelic, and a few others, including some obscure tongues, like... Lec.
Eh.
He'll try and get another one when the plane arrives in Daecon.
Glancing at Tomôszki, he took his place. In a matter of moments, he buckled himself up, and once the rolls of fat spilled over onto Tomôszki's seat, he turned to him.
"If he cannot understand my language," Igor Myagkov muttered under his breath, "I'll try and speak their tongue with what little Lec I remember, since I think he is a Lec."
Here goes.
"Witéj," he began, horribly mangling the Lec language.
It was only going to get worse from here on out.
After a lengthy pause while he tried to remember what the phrase "How are you?" was in Lecistani. After a while, he remembered, and uttered it. Unfortunately for Myagkov, the actual words meant something along the lines "I have three testicles."
God help him.
Jesus fucking Christ, Tomôszki thought to himself. He's fat, he's loud, he's noisy, and he has no sense of privacy. He sighed, using ever ounce of willpower he had to keep the knives he had concealed on his person hidden. "That's... unfortunate," he replied disinterestedly, pointedly turning to face the window.
At least Rzeski and Szczypir should be in the cockpit now, he grumbled internally. It wouldn't be long, hopefully, before they forced the pilot to give the signal- telling the passengers to look out the right side window and observe a flock of Conitian geese. Once the signal was given... well, Tomôszki would finally be able to pull out his knives and deal with the person sitting next to him.