[h3] Mac and Cheese[/h3]
Both Mac and Cheese were quite excited by the prospect of visiting London, even if it was one set in an alternative past for them.  Mac stood between Cheese and v2, the former looked rather taken aback when she was told to work alongside the robot, looking very much someone who regretted teaching another person how to override the sound system. Thankfully a crew member quickly flipped a switch and music disappeared.

The week had been somewhat tiring for the pair of them and Mac had gained a number of bruises and aches that he subconsciously massaged from time to time. Cheese herself appeared to have a lot more energy about her and remained rather chipper after her own training sessions on her own and with the others, even after being caught a few times ‘borrowing’ various things from crew members and team mates alike.

“So that’s what Nazi’s are.” Cheese held her arms crossed at the very idea behind them. “Apparently they tried to invade the Fae realm but died.”

“Bet they stepped off the path or something.” Mac added with involuntary shiver. “Question: can I punch Hitler? I feel like it would be very satisfying for numerous reasons, including bragging rights.” While his tone was light hearted and joking, Mac would happily do so if the opportunity should show itself.

Even without a face Mac was quite obviously glaring daggers at Tocsax when Ryteb was listed to go on the mission. A rumour had circulated around the ship that Mac had thrown quite a fit, and a table, earlier during the week but the exact details were very much up for debate.

“How much…metal is there going to be around the place?” A very important question as far as Cheese was concerned. She rubbed her exposed forearms nervously.

“Wear long sleeves.” Mac chuckled a moment after when a thought entered his head. “Actually we could all go in disguise or something. Me and Cheese should be alright but you guys…”

“You all look like you’re going to a costume party.” Cheese stuck her hands in her pockets and looked to be foraging for something. “More jackets and jeans, less cloaks and dresses all round. Apart from me and Mai I guess.”

“Yeah, you said this was World War Two right? So browns and shirts, I’m guessing there’s still rationing and stuff going on…” He looked at Cheese with his head tilted. “What are you doing?”

“Good luck charms.” Cheese stated having managed to grab the last one from the depths of her pocket. “I managed to make one for each of us. Took me a little longer when we picked up a few more people after our first fight but now they’re all finished.”

In her gloved hands Cheese held chains with little objects on them, mostly little things like a key or a ring but one did have a spoon coiled tightly around it. One of the others may recognise one of the items being something they had thought they had lost, certainly by the way they were squinting one of the crew members recognised something of theirs.

“So this what you were doing on Thursday.” Mac plucked up one of the chains and tied it around his wrist and felt a subtle warm pass over him.

Cheese radiated with pride. “Had to wait for the moon to be in the right place for these to make them this powerful. Don’t thank me, I consider it quite rude.”

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A strange Fairy artefact that stops enemy critical hits from landing, improves dodging and makes bad hair days a thing of the past.
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