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Ezra felt her cheeks grow warm when he complemented her looks. The mage gave Angelo a weak smile before glancing down at the deck. The mage was thinking about what to say back when she heard someone shout at them. Loveboat? Her cheeks suddenly flooded red now closely matching her hair. Ezra’s mind was settling down now and she realized exactly how the situation looked. This wasn’t at proper for a student at AA! Oh, if Dune found out he would be certainly upset! She might not graduate and she had already had her clothes torn off! Looking for an escape route the girl glanced around the deck trying to find someway to escape the embarrassment and awkwardness of the situation. Oh wait… “My staff!”

Ezra looked over at Angelo with a soft smile, “Thank you for helping me, but umm…” She coughed. “I’m alright now you might want to deal with Carmen…” Or whatever the hell his name was. “…while I give this note to the captain.” Quickly the girl hopped down from his running over to the staff that was lying next to the railing of the ship. Ezra glanced back at Angelo only for a short moment before scurrying off towards the captain’s quarters. He should know what Julias saw…or at least his wife should…

An eternity seemed to pass as Rakemund continued to shout out aloud while simultaneously beating against the ships side. One way or another, be it through slander or noise, he would be heard. Finally! Someone arrived! Rakemund had already decided that this man should live if the other members had any problems with the two, waiting for the new face to climb down their rope. There was no need to wait until the male reached bottom to know what their position on this vessel was. "Medic" was practically written on him. Still, a protective stature came over Rakemund and only settled in minor.

"I'm the ship's doctor, what happened to her... quick lay her down gently..."

It was an all to common question that most doctors asked so that they could better maintain the injuries one may have sustained. However, the answer should have been blatantly obvious to an extent, as Aithne's left arm was carried in a clothed cast made of his own scarf; it looked like a damned broken arm. Though, as to the internal, Rakemund could only guess. He complied, coming to kneel first, resting Aithne's young body against the metallic surface. The doctor stayed to one side as he to the other, making mental tabs of the medics own movements.

"Well, her left arm there is broken and as you can see, I did best I could with what I had. Though, she just went unconscious a few moment(s) ago. I can only assume it to be internal damage. Perhaps something with the ribs, as when I found her she laid beneath a few fallen limbs." Rakemund spoke, eying the supplies.

If it hadn't been for our mage's attire, then Rakemund never would have heard the approach. But, this was not the case. Flailing cloth billowing from the descent alerted him well enough that there was a secondary person. It was without hesitation and burst-full speed that the right arm extended around the back, retrieving once again that familiar knife. It would seem that cold steel would meet some form of wall encasing this stranger from harm, for the blade would have been at the neck. Rakemund did well to refrain from showing his own pain by biting hard on that lower lip and taking in a few deep breaths.

"What may I do for you sir? I am Kairen Rowland, a passenger on this fine...err injured vessel, how can we assist you travelers?"

Rakemund could only imagine. There was possibly a girl on the verge of death and this fool, glaring with those sapphire pools coldly, had the audacity to ask what he could do. Hell, the medic was here, what good was this other fellow? Quickly a glance was passed to the medic just for assurance before returning to the newcomer.

"Perhaps you can answer me this. Who owns these two vessels and who were currently piloting them before the crash?"

Now, that knife may have lowered but, that was it. These people Rakemund knew nothing of, even if they did seem genuine, and would make sure a careful eye was kept. Though, it would be 2 against 1 if something went ill, and by the newcomers magical act of creating some form of barrier, the assumption of a mage was concluded. Still, one thing kept poking within' - Why am I to be this defensive of a girl I hardly know?

Unwilling to budge until he found it fit to place some ounce of trust within' the mage to do no harm, a head canted down to the medic at work and the girl.

"Can you help her, Sir?"

Hearing a soft thump, Damien looked up from the burnt fuselage that he was cutting apart. The sound had originated from the hallway to the hangar, which Kel had just left through, ferrying the plane components. Instinctively, his thumb adjusted the welding gun to Kill, melting a nice round hole in the aircraft's side before he turned it off. Oops. Was she in trouble? Was he just being paranoid? Do I check it out and risk looking like an idiot, or do I stay here and look like a tool if she's actually hurt? Shit shit shit shit...

Then he heard the pained groan of "Oww."

Scrambling through the doorway, Damien darted towards the Nereid girl, who appeared to be rising from a fall. "Are you alright, Kel? The fall sounded pretty bad." Just in case it was one of her legs that she fell on, Damien hooked one arm around her for support.

Hopping out of the crows nest into a tree next to the fallen ship, Jace scrambled down to the floor. Reaching the ground Jace ran inside the ships hull, looking for anything he could do to get the ship running faster. Maybe he'd even be able to befriend some of his fellow ship mates. Scrabbling over debris from the wreckage inside the ships bottom, Jace called out, "Hey guys. anyone in their? Need some help with something?"

Kneeling over the small girl's body, he looked up to man over him. " To calm your nerves, I will give you warning before I do anything.. The first dilemma is with my abilities. I can't really give her much of my powers, otherwise she might not wake up. On the other hand, if I don't, she'll feel the surgery completely... something that could also kill her... I'm gonna have to go the less painful way. " Ethan ran his hand over her arm and torso, giving her as little of a dose as he could. She still needed a certain amount however. "Dear god, please guild me... next, I'll have to remove her shirt... I'm not a sicko, it's the only way to check her ribs." He lifted the shirt to the girls neck, checking for the tell tale signs of broken ribs, indeed he found them. "Alright... I'm going to have to open parts of her chest to clear out bone fragments and reset the ribs... this part might be a little painful to watch..." Two knives clicked out of Ethan's armbands, which he sterilized, and rested them on the girl's flesh. The doc slowly cut small holes where each rib was cracked, and examined, cleaned, and reset them before taking out his needle and thread. After, he wrapped her chest slowly with bandages before pulling her shirt back down. "Alright... her arm comes next." Ethan carefully took the cloth of her arm, making an incision where the break was. His hands moved quickly, doing all that needed to be done before he wrapped up the arm, and put it in a sling, which he tied around the back of her neck. "Next, I'll be making something to help her body repair itself... make sure she drinks it... it has a minty flavor..."

Cairne watched with interest, even though he had seen Ethan operate before. His abilities had improved, since he had last seen, and Cairne felt a sort of pride that his old friend was continuing to get better. Which, once more, made Cairne wish he had a crew again. The Ragnarok was looking like it would never fly again... and there was no way in hell Cairne would sell it, even if he could live off the money for the rest of his life.

Cairne's mind went back onto the now. The girl was being operated on. Cairne almost crossed his fingers for the girl he had never met.

Though Cairne could tell... even with Ethan's abilities it would be a miracle if the girl lived.

That... was not a response that Angelo had expected.

At all.

But he figured that letter must’ve been damn important. But... was she honestly worth chasing after? Angelo sighed softly, and rubbed his eyes.

“This is too much...” He said shaking his head. It really wasn’t, but that was one of the things Angelo said quite frequently. At least when he was stressed in some form. Everyone had their quirks; Angelo’s was just a little phrase. And a giant metal arm, but whatever.

Meanwhile, Zach grunted as he opened his eyes. He hurt. Everywhere. He didn’t understand it either. As he thought he had just hurt his stomach chest area. Oh well. Looking up, he saw his wife and he grinned at her.

“Hey there, beautiful. What’re you doin’ in a dump like this?” He said, bringing his gloved hand up to touch her face oh-so-gently. “And why is it so cold...” He asked, not noticing the fact that he had his shirt torn open.

Zach was oblivious at times. But he DID notice his door was shut.

“Nn.. That’s no good.” He said, trying to stand and- Ooof. Not going to work. “I gotta’ be able to talk to my crew when they need me.” Zach said determinedly, as he attempted to stand up again.

On her way to the captain's quarters the girl glanced over the side of the ship seeing Ethan providing medical attention to a little girl. There was another wounded stranger keeping eye over the two and talking with Kairen who was also down below. They must have been who Julius mentioned in his note. Turning her gaze back away Ezra finally reached the door of the captain's quarters tapping on the wood a few times. Sighing the girl looked down at the crumpled note in her hand thinking for a long moment before glancing back at the deck seeing Angelo.
He's just standing there....

Maybe she over-reacted... a little bit. He was trying to help her out after all and it was a very nice complement. But...people on the deck were staring and they were thinking things. Ezra bit her lip really hoping she didn't hurt his feelings at all. He was the soldier type which meant they were tougher right? Right...oh damn it. The mage was honestly confused about the whole incident and her feelings. This isn't the time... Shit! She was staring at him again! The girl turned instantly looking up at the crows nest seeing that Avian boy climbing up it. She still hadn't gotten a chance to thank him for saving her either. Even though the lad ripped off her skirt she still should thank him. Besides Angelo gave her his Jacket to wear... Ezra's mind mentally trailed as she realized something and looked down her frame. “Shit! I still have his jacket!”

HEaring the man's question, Kairen decided that it would be best to give a rather thorough answer in return. Staring straight at the man, the mediator noticed that the clothing and tattoo of both individuals conveyed some relationship, but he didn't ask his question at this time. "First I am the this ship's mediator, and Ethan and I have been attempting to control the panic spreading due to a rather...rough day. Primarily, our crash was due to our unluckiness in the engine reacting violently to an enginer malfunction while one of our engineers was attempting to wire up a Turbo system. I don't know the details of this. Zeig also crashed his plane into us, ripping through the hull. Finally, we crashed here... very unsettling."

His purple eyes noticing the worry in Cairne and the man's eyes, he decided to speak, using the magical undertone that forced his words, making the hearers take notice. "She will be fine, Ethan is the best medic that there is, even if he may be young, but I guess you already know that Captain Cairne." Watching Ethan work always was amazing, the young man was a wiz at healing, probably better at his art then Kairen was at his. Kairen was proud of the medic, keeping a calm head despite all that was demanded of him.

"Everything will be just fine, just an odd sort of events going on today.

"Ah... I-I'm fine," she said, looking down at her elbow. It was oozing some dark-blue liquid - Nereid blood - but it was just a scrape. "Hurt myself a little is all." She dabbed at her elbow with her shirt, which was probably a bad idea since it was all greasy, but what the hell.

She smiled up at Damien. "Thank you. And sorry. I'll get back to work and stop hurting myself."

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Cecilia was alarmed when Zach awoke. She wasn't expecting him to be up for a while.

She put a hand out on his chest.

"No."

Not many people could say no to the Captain. Cecilia was the ONLY one. Even then, she was on shakey grounds here, herself. "Ethan had to give you surgery. You'd fucked up your ribs and God knows what else. I will talk to the crew for you, while you drink this stuff..." she scooped some of the herb-tampered water Ethan had made into a cup, and handed it to Zach.

"You don't need to move. Not for a while."

][OOC Note: The italics are her nightmare, just wanted that to be clear. And yes, there is “PRESENT TIME” stuff within the dreaming sequence.][

”Great, the one day I decided to attend school and now look what happened…”

If one were to look inside the art room at Little Moonada School they would most definitely see the numerous piles of ceiling covering many small forms. Almost every form had been crushed, some part of their bone protruding out of their little skins. The pink walls sparkled with blood and pieces of debris. What once stood as a proud building had been reduced to basically nothing. The green grass was splattered with a crimson coating and bodies laid strew on every inch of the playground. The violent eruptions of the ground happened so quickly that children were caught on the slide, monkey bars and beneath the basketball goals. It seemed utterly saddening that such a thing happened to innocent children but the same thing had happened throughout the great city of New York.

Back in the art room, a pile of pillows shifted beneath a ceiling beam. Dirty blonde hair glinted in the sunlight as part of a body became apparent. Tiny scuffling sounds, much like what a mouse would make echoed throughout the empty area. Slender fingers stretched out to wrap around the beam. After pushing it a couple of times and realizing it wasn’t going to budge, the young figure let out a whimper. Thoughts of being trapped and dying alone ran rampant through her mind. She didn’t want to die, not this way. Mentally forcing herself to calm down, she wondered if perhaps she could wiggle beneath the pillows further.

Her subconscious slipped in and out of the present time and vaguely she could feel herself being put down onto the ground. A whimper slipped out of her mouth, though her eyes remained absolutely closed. Sweat was beading up all along her face, her hair becoming wet as well. Her body was a little tense, most of it was due to the nightmare her mind seemed to be trapped in. She heard Rakemund’s voice and that seemed to calm her down a little bit and for the first time since she passed out, she started to come back to a conscious state, but the pain yanked her back down to the black depths of the nightmare.

With heavy concentration, she managed to slide beneath the fluffy forms of protection until she moved out from beneath the wooden trap. Upon glancing around the room, she noted that the bodies of her little compadres were very much dead. Blood pooled everywhere except the small area she happened to be standing in. The entire sight pushed the lunch she managed to scarf down up earlier into her throat until violently erupting out all over the floor. After gaining her composure again, she tried to exit the room. As she walked carefully around the smashed figures, she slipped on the blood and quickly caught herself on part of a desk.

The sweat seemed to increase, pouring down her face, pooling at the back of her neck. She fidgeted a little beneath Ethan’s hands, almost like she could feel what was going on, although that was impossible because of the amount of power he put into her to numb her senses. No, the sweating and fidgeting was coming from the dream that she was trapped in. Another whimper slipped out of her mouth and her small frame seemed to jump a bit beneath the medic’s hands. Not enough to make much a difference, but enough to indicate that something was going on deep within.

Leaping over the wooden surface, she landed near the doorway. Pushing it open and promptly watching the door slam to the ground, she moved out into the hallway. The ivory floors were now a dirty brown color and most of the little lockers were uprooted from the wall. Deciding that looking into the windows of the other rooms would be utterly stupid, the small child ran down the hallway, dodging pieces of the wall, ceiling, and of course lockers. Weaving her way until reaching the outdoors, she glanced around silently. Everywhere she could see, buildings were crumbled to the ground and corpses littered the streets and sidewalks. It was like something out of a horror picture except this was real and therefore a hell of a lot scarier.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her entire body jerked up as she screamed both in her dream and out of her dream. Luckily it was after Ethan finished or there would have been massive damage done to her body. Staring in shock at the people standing around her, Aithne turned extremely pale and dropped back down against the ground, which of course caused a loud scream slash whimper to erupt from her lips. Writhing on the forest floor in pain, Blade shifted her gaze to Rakemund, holding a hand out to him before passing out again. Though, she managed to mutter out one single sentence before falling completely unconscious.

“…………brother… you came…”

Jace sighed, as his greetings were ignored by his shipmates. Clearly they were not yet ready to allow him into the fold. Maybe he had been a jerk rather than just distant as he had thought. Ah well, he would just have to do his best to make ammends. Hearing a loud scream of pain break free from some poor girls lungs, Jace quickly scrabbled through the wreckage of the hull to the other side, finding the girl lying on the floor, surrounded by a crowd of people. Concerned, he asked, "Is she all right? Is there anything I can do to help?"

" To calm your nerves, I will give you warning before I do anything.. The first dilemma is with my abilities. I can't really give her much of my powers, otherwise she might not wake up. On the other hand, if I don't, she'll feel the surgery completely... something that could also kill her... I'm gonna have to go the less painful way. "

Yeah, wise decision on the medics end. Rakemund was not in the mood to be had. Urgency was afoot and knowing as to what the medic was doing would lessen his own worries for the girl - to an extent. An unsettling gaze swept to the doctor. So, there were a 50-50 chance young Aithne would either die from overdosing on medication or she could possibly endure some of the pain from her upcoming surgery; the extremities unknown. What good is it to have magical abilities if you can't use them appropriately when needed? Seriously, do they let crack-shits out of school with this junk?

"Dear god, please guild me... next, I'll have to remove her shirt... I'm not a sicko, it's the only way to check her ribs. Alright... I'm going to have to open parts of her chest to clear out bone fragments and reset the ribs... this part might be a little painful to watch..."

Was the medic trying to be funny or witty? Of course Rakemund knew the fellow wasn't a maniac pedophile, or the assumption hadn't been made until brought up. He could only wonder how intact the doctor was when it came to speaking. Like, did they pay attention to what they were saying or was it just re-assurance? Either way, Rakemund allowed him to do as pleased. Blue pools were kept on the doctor, two knives having been brought to the attention. Soon, their helper had Aithne's shirt cut and - flesh.

The incisions that were being made sickened Rakemund, causing eyesight to shift to the secondary male. His knife was still up to their throat, though it had withdrawn a bit from how willing they seemed to be. At least, by the end of the day, the girl would be recuperating properly and Rakemund now knew two out of three people to yell at or worse after the fellow spoke.

"First I am the this ship's mediator, and Ethan and I have been attempting to control the panic spreading due to a rather...rough day. Primarily, our crash was due to our unluckiness in the engine reacting violently to an enginer malfunction while one of our engineers was attempting to wire up a Turbo system. I don't know the details of this. Zeig also crashed his plane into us, ripping through the hull. Finally, we crashed here... very unsettling."

Fortunately enough, Rakemund noticed that the medic was handing him a bottle of medication which the girl, when awake, would have to take. Though, what lay below was nerve-racking. Sweeping the bottle out of the doctors hand, his whole body spun away from our - mediator? Some rubbish he passed off for now; certainly not a time for a sweet undertone. Aithne's body produced an abundance of sweat through the ordeal, leaving for sweat induced hair, a cool temperature, and a fidgeting body.

"She will be fine, Ethan is the best medic that there is, even if he may be young

If only Rakemund were a mediator, then he would of mediated abrasive insults and vital threats to the male now behind him. That spin had brought him to kneel beside the girl, depositing the knife to it's own position. Best medic there is, huh?! She'll be fine, you said! There might have been a worried expression on his fatiguing frame, but it where these thoughts that enraged him. There wasn't anything he could do and that killed him. All his faith had to be put in that medic.

It was shock that sent Rakemund leaning somewhat back, releasing a grip on pants as an audible scream echoed. Young Aithne was up, dazed, but up, though she barely held her composure. Sweating and exhausted, she did well to even manage the strength to raise a free arm at him while in her condition. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was about to go out once more, that and her arm was shaking. His own gloved hand came to take Aithne's, but what happened next surprised even him. Just before the dark abyss stole her light, she managed to muster.

“…………brother… you came…”

Her body was falling, there wasn't time for contemplating or remaining in awe. No, the body saw fit to instead, do well to kick the left leg out, swiveling on the right knee, to his left, and manage to catch her falling body within' his lap. Better fit than on the metallic frame that they called a ship. Rakemund situated himself with as little motion to Aithne as possible, not wanting to put her through any further pain. So, while he sat there, his outstretched at her sides, a protective left arm would wrap about her tiny, fragile frame. By this point, his own pain was oblivious. However, this tender side ended with Aithne and shared naught for the other three, as another person had just yet arrived.

"Know this, if she doesn't wake or you try something funny, then I won't hesitate to take arms. Though, you yourselves might want to be taking watch of the forest around. Ya'lls little spill seemed to set off quite a few of the islands traps set-up by bandits. By no doubt are they ransacking the woods as we speak."

Before the sight of Kel's smiling lips could convince him otherwise, Damien had noticed her wipe her elbow. His eyes darted towards it, and noticed the luminescent pearls of blood lining the shallow wound. "No, wait, your elbow. We've got to patch it up, I-I wouldn't want it to get worse or anything." He looked about, hoping Ethan was nearby. The medic was nowhere to be seen, however. Hmm. The witchdoctor's probably busy with other stuff... and I don't have anything clean for a banda-- Then, he experienced a brief flashback of Ethan passing him a face mask. A mask of woven threads. "I've got it! Hold still for a bit, Kel."

Reaching into one of the many pockets of his overalls, Damien pulled out the cloth, and folded it lengthwise in half. Gently, he wrapped it around the wound and secured it by tying the mask's strings around the makeshift bandage. While doing so, he decided to try his hand at some light humor.

"So, uhh... you're a blueblood. Daughter of royalty, and all. What led you to service in the Isabella... Princess Ara'kel?" As the last two words left his lips, he couldn't help but blush yet again.

So far no one had come to the door. Either they were ignoring the knocking or they weren't in there. Should she just leave? The mage bit her lip looking back at the note and then noticing the other two new comers again. Well, they needed orders. Looking at the door the blue eyed girl took a deep breath debating on just opening the door and walking in. That would be a very bad thing to do though and she would get into a lot of trouble. But...well it was a note after all. Coughing Ezra knocked louder on the door, “Captain? Cecilia Ma'am...? Um...Julias gave me a note that for you Captain. Apparently the radio isn't working and people have taken notice to our presence.” Bending over Ezra folded the note in half before sliding it under the door. “I slid it under the door!” Ezra paused for a moment before standing up as her mind wandered about as to what they could be doing in there. The girl coughed brushing a strand of red hair back behind her ear before starting to walk away from the captain's quarters.

Ezra debated on what she should be doing next. The two that arrived at the ship were being taken care of though that other fellow with the other ship was still a bit lost. Not to mention she needed to return Angelo's jacket. He was still on deck and well the mage started to feel even worse about what she did to him earlier. He was just trying to help and well she had gotten embarrassed. Glancing from him to the deck Ezra finally made a decision walking directly over to him. As she passed Cairne the girl muttered, "I think the captain is busy you might have to wait." She didn't stop to converse with the man though while walking directly up to Angelo. The girl gave him a weak and nervous smile, "I forgot to give you back your jacket..." She passed looking at his frame knowing how cold he must have been even more so with that metal arm of his. Quickly Ezra started to remove his jacket from her frame.

Zach growled slightly, putting the cup down next time. Stubborn as always. He not only did not want to drink the questionably colored substance. He also did not want to be in second place for any period of time. Alas, if it was not for his picky-ness, he’d probably be in a much better situation. He grunted softly as he tried to get up again, making a little more progress than before.

Still not much.

Then he heard Ezra, blinked, and sighed. “See? I’m needed.” Zach said stubbornly, using his arms to slid him self up to sitting up position. Ugh, his ribs. They hurt incredibly bad. But he had to put on a good face for the men, and his wife. HE grinned at her through the pain, and gave her a soft kiss. “See? I’m fine. No pain at all.”

Angelo started to walk away when Ezra approached him. He chuckled softly as she was pulling the jacket off, and he firmly placed a hand on her shoulder to prevent.

“No, keep it.” He stated, “It’s fine. I’m not that cold, anyways. And I’ve got others. You need it more than I do.” He said, having a series more of excuses as to why she should keep the jacket. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.” Angelo confidently told her, smiling slightly. He wasn’t as shy around her as he was around other people.