"Aye, Kairen, I've seen Ethan work before. Many times." Cairne smiled as the procedure was over. "And obviously he's improved even more than I had thought."

As the lovestruck mage passed Cairne, she whispered something that disheartened him. The captain had obviously been harmed in the crash as well. Things were even worse than he thought they were. "Hmm. Thank you."

He pondered as to what to do next. As Kairen and Ethan were the only ones who knew Cairne as more than an enemy, he was at a loss. No doubt hospitality from Cairne was not welcome, as he was just one captain and they were a hole ship. The tavern in Hallingraad City would no doubt claim them sooner or later, as all travelers and citizens find themselves drawn to the rough ale-stained boards of the old building.

For the second time now Ezra had started to remove the jacket and been stopped by some distraction. Slowly the girl looked at his hand then over at the man's face feeling suddenly very nervous and timid. He wanted her to keep it? But...was he just being nice, or something else? Pirates, at least from what stories she heard, weren't typically the giving type. Her cheeks flushed a bit as Ezra shifted her weight a bit giving Angelo a soft smile, “Yes..um...thank you..and me too...It was just a silly little bump on the head...” The girl paused starting to feel a bit light headed again, but tried to cover it up with a wider smile. “And um..thanks for the new jacket...” Wow, she sounded like a complete idiot. “Um...I slid the note under the captains door..I think him and Mrs. Cecilia were um...busy...doing things...” The mage's voice trailed as her cheeks became a full shade of red. Glancing down at the deck the girl tried to figure out the best way to ask, “Where were you headed before I stopped you...maybe I could help? Or something...after all I owe...for the jacket and for getting me to my senses...”

Resting in Rakemund’s lap, Aithne struggled past the black depths of her mind. It was akin to swimming in a large ocean, her lungs gasping for air. Vaguely she could hear gun shots being fired in the distance, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered at the moment except her survival. Not only that, she was certain that her brother had finally appeared and that gave her more fuel to surface out of the abusive ocean. However every time she neared the top, something yanked her back down below, drowning her violently.

Help me… someone help me…

Chaos was erupting all around her, but the small child couldn’t do a thing about it. The only thing she knew was that her entire body ached and that made it even more difficult to actually open her eyes. It was safe inside her mind; no one was going to hurt her there. That single thought was enough to pull her further inside, her body becoming limper. Her face slowly relaxed as if the nightmares were completely gone, but that was certainly not the case. No, her mind appeared to be locked in a revolving nightmare that started from the beginning of her life until her present situation. It was as if her subconscious was trying to punish her for every stupid decision that had been made thus far. Had she remained with her adopted parents, she would be dead. However, she wouldn’t be in the current situation where someone wanted to buy her, bandits were after her; she was kidnapped, and of course hurt.

“Ughnnn…”

There, a single sound slipped out of her mouth, indicating that there was still a part of her fighting; fighting for survival, fighting to be with her brother. Digits on her right hand fidgeted slightly before coming to rest once again. Then, the same occurred on her left hand. Slowly, the moved a little bit more before she began to grasp for something to grab onto… anything to hold, to keep her from slipping away again. It hadn’t even dawned on her that she wasn’t on a hard surface, but something soft, well her head at least. A voice broke through the darkness of the ocean, pushing back the water with every word spoken.

"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."

Forcing her eyes open, Aithne stared up at Rakemund, blinking back the spots dancing in front of her. Nearly jumping up, she remembered she was hurt and leaned back in his lap, snuggling down against him. Shifting her gaze around, she took in those standing around them, suddenly realizing that her brother wasn’t there after all. Had she imagined it or was he there, just in a disguise? Shaking her head, she forced herself to sit up, ignoring the pain. Still dismissing the agony her body was in, she used Rakemund’s shoulder to stand back up

“…Where’d my brother go…? Oh… and did I miss anything good…?”

The sounds of gun fire with and a precarious ship sloppily ascending meant only one thing. The bandits were close and the fellow(s) over there was unfortunate enough to stumble across them. Now it rest, was he stupid enough to lead them to their location? Rakemund automatically assumed the pilot would as they were probably wanting to abort the site. Not only that, but this also meant that the bandits own split brigades might turn away from their own spot and move towards the gun fire. Towards them. This was something that needed to be avoided at all costs, but with the two ships in this condition, Rakemund saw no flee. That's fine, he liked kicking ass now and then. Not only that, but the crew owed their aid to them as Rakemund saw it.

Shit. I'd be surprised if the skies themselves didn't just fall on us now.

When those sapphire pools washed over young Aithne a wrought and distorted feature she wore; those of a nightmare. Rakemund didn't know what he should do as she laid restless, fidgeting about in distress. However, it wasn't long before that distorted feature left her body, leaving nothing but restless movements. Eyes darted around, getting a better sense of the surrounding. The boomerang was two arms away to the right. The mediator seemed to be leaving, that's fine. The doctor was doing what they do best. The top of the vessel they currently resided on was sort of an oval, them being on it's outer-edge from the forest. The overturned trees, the thick branches, and a crater where the bigger ship had dug.

“Ughnnn…”

The first audible sound of her awakening snapped his attention back to Aithne. Rakemund pushed a smile for her sake. She was quite a hasty girl. Only moments after awaking from her surgery did she attempt to dart up. This left him to worry if she knew how to take care of herself in this state; when to stop. Steady hands came to help, be it to hold her close for only a brief moment or in the aid of her stand. Who was he to actually stop her? May-haps a logical thinker?

"Do you really feel fit to be standing?" He inquired, sizing her up.

“…Where’d my brother go…? Oh… and did I miss anything good…?”

Now, the smile didn't fade, but it did lessen. Unsure as to what he should say. Should he tell her that brother was never there, that it was just him? Or tell Aithne that her brother had to make a quick exit for her own safety? Far be it if both of them weren't far from the truth. He exhaled.

"Your brother thought it would be best if he left. What with the wrong sorts of people after him, he surely didn't want to put you at risk. So, with a quick departure, leaving you in my care for an odd reason, he wanted me to pass on a message." Rakemund brought a container to her sight. The medication the doctor had passed him earlier.

"He said to be sure and take this every day. And not to worry. He'll find you again. He promised." It was then he himself came to rise to a kneeling disposition. His own injuries would be dealt with soon enough.

Zach stared at Cecilia. Well, shit. She caught him, at least that’s how it seemed. So, it was time to do what he did best.

Extract something out of nothing.

Zach smirked at Cecilia, then pulled his body up a little more. “I tell you what,” Zach said, placing the cup next to him again. “You wear that thing I like tonight, and I’ll not only rest but I’ll also drink the nasty orange shit.” Zach said before listening to Hyde’s message. HE thought for a moment, giving her time to think the request over.

“Get on the radio and tell Hyde what’s happened to me so he knows why I never responded. Tell him that we do not have the people to spare at the moment, at least to leave, so he needs to land and bring the downed pilot back here. And pray.” Zach stated in his commanding voice that he had when he was giving out orders. Now, only later tonight was his main concern.
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Angelo blinked at Ezra talked.

“Busy things? Like... ah.” Angelo said with a soft chuckle. He smiled at her genuinely. “Don’t worry about the jacket. I’ve got more, and you look like you’re freezing. And... to answer your question... no, I wasn’t doing anything. Wasn’t really heading any where else, either.” Angelo stated, looking around. “Just kind of checking out the damage for my self.”

That was a lie, but... it was a surprisingly good one for Angelo. He normally had a hard time coming up with them. “C’mon.” He said, putting his hand on her back and ushering her with him. “It’s nice to have company once in awhile. So... you’re a mage?” He asked, crossing his arms once she was next to him.

He had always wondered what magic casting would be like.

Zieg was happy to hear that Kira was going to help him make another plane. Zieg did have some improvements he wanted to make before he crashed into Zach's ship. Kira stated she was ready to work holding a wrench. Zieg put his goggles on and ran up to his plane being taken apart by other people. "What are you doing?!" he yelled walking up to Damien and taking his spanner. "Who gave you permission to touch 'our' plane!" He then prodded the engineer with the wrench. "And listen here you...I don't trust any of your shenanigans. You can take my plane apart, but you are not partaking making my next plane. I don't need people leaking the latest designs for money." Zieg then kept the engineers spanner not knowing it and began helping taking the plane apart. "Oh uh where are we taking the parts?"

After he was finished with his break, Ethan looked at the man who had brought the girl with him. "Alright man, that blood doesn't make you look that bad ass, let's clean you up." Ethan gave the man a taste of Ethan-ol before unwrapping his wounds, some lovely bloody gashes. "Hmm.." He picked up his cleaning solution, pouring into the cuts. "This'll sting.." Comically he said this after. Once that was done, he patched up the wounds. Next, he grabbed some herbs, crushing them up and mixing them into a paste. "Rub this on each cut please." Ethan meanwhile pulled out the bandages he would wrap the man in as soon as he covered his wounds with the green paste.

A soft smirk escaped the girl when he laughed and for a moment her tension was gone. There wasn't a logical reason why she should be so tense around him. Maybe it was just because she hadn't had the courage to have a personal conversation with anyone. Ezra was still getting used to the idea that she was a pirate at the moment, and that they weren't big scary people that wanted to rape and plunder everything in sight. That idea wasn't too far off from the truth though, and part of her still was waiting for them to flog her naked on the deck of a the ship for an initiation ritual. The girl's at the AA had one though Ezra refused to recall the events from that horrid night.

Bringing herself to the present, Ezra was a bit surprised at Angelo's answer, and felt almost upset. Maybe she had made of a fool of herself asking to tag along with him? It could have sounded very desperate even though she tried to make it sound only friendly and fair. So Ezra just nodded not sure if she should figure out another escape plan or wait for him to scoot her off. It was then he put a hand on her back and they moved forward. An instant smile was plastered on the teenagers face as they walked. “Yes it is...and I am.” Ezra smirked again watching him cross his arms while her staff tapped the deck with each step they took. “Its my last year at the Arcane Academy...I've studied mostly under Professor Dune who...well he majors more in battle arcana and what he likes to call practical magic applications and theory.” She shrugged, “He's really a jack of all trades in the arcane world.” She paused not sure if Angelo would be interested or impressed with school talk, but he asked. “I've..noticed you do some magic as well...and your arm.” The girl paused glancing over at the arm for a moment admiring it. “Well that has to be one of the most advanced forms of arcane technology I've seen...that isn't a prototype..” Her blue eyes drifted back up to Angelo. “Its a great honour to have such an item...”

Kira followed the excite Besterian ready to get down and dirty. She grinned brightly happy that she would be able to get to work on a plane so quickly, and forgetting about her own that had been shot down out of the sky. The moment she saw the engineer taking apart the plane that she had built for Zeig, he expression turned sour.

Much like the upset, Zeig she went right into the problem. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!! YOU CAN'T MANHANDLE AN ORIGINAL PIECE LIKE THAT!!! " She jumped infront of him and growled deeply. "TOUCH ONE MORE PART ON THIS PLANE AND YOU'RE GUNNA GET IT!!!" She yelled wrench in hand ready to defend her precious piece of work.

After reassuring Kel that he didn't need the mask, and that it should be adequate padding for the wound, Damien returned to the wreck, slightly crestfallen that he had not been able to learn anything of her past. He reached for his spanner, only to have it snatched away by the apparent Besterian owner of the half-dismantled plane, who ranted briefly before using the spanner to continue what Damien was just doing. A vein pulsed at his temple.

"Listen, you--" Before he could finish, yet another Besterian burst out at him, her yelling drowning out whatever thoughts he was trying to think. A certain nerve within his mind snapped at that moment. Holstering his welding gun, he whipped out a wrench that was approximately the same size as the one in the second Besterian's hand, and brought it down upon the plane's side with a rather loud clang.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he settled down into a fighting stance. His lips curled as he let out a low snarl. "You want a fight, furball? Bring it on."

Angelo listened intently to what she was saying. He was genuinely interested in what she was talking about, but he had nothing to add. He didn’t know anything about it, so it’d be stupid to say something he had NO idea about, and get it wrong.

So, so stupid.

Then she said something about his arm. He winced slightly, putting his good hand on the near freezing shoulder of the false limb, them looked over to her. What could he say to that? He sighed softly, and looked forward.

“... So, he’s a good teacher?” He asked, ignoring her statement. It was the best thing he could come up with on such short notice. Angelo wasn’t quite ready to reveal anything to his arm to ANYONE on the ship. Not even the captain.

In one of the small, secluded crevices on the top deck of the Isabella, Kairen finished his release of the negative energy he had helped dissappear today. The man stood, strengthened and reinvigorated, and settled his robe around his body, to provide the best protection against the cold. Feeling the need to help someone once more, the workaholic mediator walked quickly across the deck to the entrance to the room where Zeig's still plane lay. The smooth walls of the corridor comforting in their simplicity and familiarity. Upon arriving into the trashed room, Kairen saw an engineer he had never even seen before.

She was a beastian, and she was holding a wrench in a rather threatening manner towards Damien and Kel. Zeig stood there as well, obviously very unhappy with what he had found inside the room. Kairen let out a deep sigh. Only one thing could have happened here, Damien and Kel were moving the plane peice by peice into another room in an effort to remove it from a place of high traffic. The two parties were bickering, but this was understandable; after all, Zeig's plane was one of custom design and only he would know how to build it back...unless that engineer next to him happened to be a friend of his... Either way, Zeig was holding Damien's massive spanner, the engineer was wielding a wrench just like Damien.

The mediator had arrived just in time to hear Damien utter his challenge and smite the plane....which probably wouldn't go over incredibly well with the young tiger-like being. Stepping forth, the man raised his voice. "What is going on here?"

"Do you really feel fit to be standing?"

“…’m fine…”

It took all the energy she had to remain standing up on her own two feet. Part of her wanted to pass out while the other half wanted to run far away to find her brother. Frowning a little, she kept her full attention on Rakemund, trying to figure out why there was two of him suddenly. Gripping his shoulder tightly, she couldn’t help but notice him aiding her to stand and smiling a little bit. Her arm was now bound against her side and her ribs were aching like no other. Groaning slightly, she felt herself leaning against her him. Trying to stand back up again, she studied him closely as he answered the question about her brother. Her sharp eyes took note of the lessening smile as he answered her question.

"Your brother thought it would be best if he left. What with the wrong sorts of people after him, he surely didn't want to put you at risk. So, with a quick departure, leaving you in my care for an odd reason, he wanted me to pass on a message. He said to be sure and take this every day. And not to worry. He'll find you again. He promised."

He was lying. Aithne could tell by the way he took in breaths and by the smidgen reduction in his smile. Why he was lying wasn’t clear to her, but she would find out soon enough. Frowning heavily, she glanced at the medicine she was supposed to take with a shake of the head. No force on Earth or anywhere else was going to get her to take the gruel. Shifting her gaze back to Rakemund, Blade wondered why he hadn’t gotten his wounds fixed up yet.

“Hnn… I may be just a kid, but I know when you’re lying to me… just tell me the truth… I’ll never find him.”

Frowning even more, Aithne watched silently as Will started to fix up Rakemund’s injuries. Wrinkling up her nose in disgust, the small child felt lightheaded and very nauseas. Leaning over, she stumbled away from the medic and hurt man, stopping only once she reached a tree. Holding a hand against it, she fought back the urge to throw-up, managing to keep what little she ate down in her stomach. Whimpering softly, she pressed her forehead against the trunk before sliding down to her knees.

“I have nowhere else to go… now what do I do?”

Ezra grew worried that she had said something wrong when he held his arm and just looked back at her. Why wouldn’t he talk to her about his arm? It wasn’t anything evil or bad. In fact she knew many mages who would love to have such an item. And then he completely changed the topic! The girl found herself taken aback as she slowed down. Part of her wanted to pry in about his arm, but it wasn’t her place if he didn’t want to talk about it. She gave him a weak smile nodding, “Yes...he is.” She paused. “He actually raised me most of my life.”

Ezra bit her lip deciding on how much she should be talking about herself. She decided it against it though, “So what brought you to the Isabella?”

Rakemund paid no mind to the medic as they opted to perform on his own wounds now. Though, they could've been dealt with later. After everything cleared. However, he wasn't to complain. Both a brown shirt rose, hanging around only the neck. The right arm was the only thing to be removed. The scarf bandaging the wounds now had to be taken off. He didn't much like it considering that when it got to gashes that a certain amount of force had to be put into getting it off. Though, Rakemund only bit a lower lip while balling a left fist. It was common sense to figure that the first thing to do would be to dress the wounds by cleaning them. But the medic said nothing of what he was using. The substance sent a sudden burning pain through the open portions. It felt as though the tissue were bubbling. This caused him to rise a bit, taking careful notice of how the doctor found this funny.

"This'll sting.."

"Oh ho ho ho! We've a funny guy!" Rakemunds' tone sarcastically sour, settling himself. The doctor then began to finish up on procedures.

Some form of mushed herbs handed his way meant to be applied by his own hands. This inquired a few things as to what they would do. If I die this is for safety precautions so he can say something like, "They applied the medicine themselves!" or some bullshit. The thought wasn't safe, but Rakemund was no doctor either. So, as they fetched bandages, he applied herbs to freshly cleaned wounds. Rakemund still wasn't sure if Aithne should be standing, dully applying the green substance to a finish he saw fit. The doctor began wrapping a much more fitting patch to his body. Still, an arm was there to provide her with help in standing.

However, that reaction towards the medicine was typical and anticipated. Rakemund didn't really expect her to take it so willingly. No child liked the taste of medicine. But she has to. The doctor was about to be done with the dressing; a second coat being applied. Aithne's response was rather surprising and for some reason, caught him off guard. Was she sure she were 5?

“Hnn… I may be just a kid, but I know when you’re lying to me… just tell me the truth… I’ll never find him.”

This was saddening. That young Aithne actually thought a brother would never be found. Perhaps she were right, though. It's a negative attitude that hinders all reasonable outcomes. Rakemund realized something through the moment(s) watching her. It were actions alone that lead him to the conclusion - Aithne had a physical strength far stronger than most men, but still held fast to that emotional state of a 5 year old. This was only proven further when her body arched forward, given signs of what Rakemund thought dry-heaving would occur. Thankfully they didn't. She had just gotten up moments after surgery and cried not once or even asked about it. Her only worries and negative feeds were that of her brother.

Rakemund took the bandages from the doctor if they weren't already done wrapping him by now and finished it himself. He crawled on knees to where young Aithne was; head against a tree's trunk and on her knees. This is the pose of a person who has given up. Surely she weren't that type of lass. Still, a right arm crossed the trunk at his own height, allowing him to use it as a cushion for his own head. Sapphire pools transfixed on the girl below.

“I have nowhere else to go… now what do I do?”

"That is a good question. What do we do? Are we to lay here and whimper or do we want to move forward? Personally, I'd like to see tomorrow and travel the globe."

The gun fire, a flying ship, two fallen vessels, and a crew he knew nothing about didn't seem to matter as much as having this one individual lifted from a gloomier state did. Never should one be negative; for when this is done, all positives are thrown away. These positives being our only hope(s) for salvation and strength to continue.

Lune had been rooted in spot his arms crossed and pouting for some time it seemed now before he heard some fighting going on nearby. So far he'd caught another intruder like his self and managed to piss off every crew member he'd met so far and that had been quite a few after he had his little scolding from Cecilia. Really what was keeping him on the boat? It could have been the fear of what 'Demon Bitch' would do to him if he fled before serving his penalty for stowing away but as far as he could tell there were bigger fish to fry then his self so maybe he could slip away without notice?

But now the yelling and fighting were reaching a peak before actual blows would be exchanged from what he could hear. Walking over he made sure his rifle was slung on his back as he looked over at the arguing three annoyed. "Honestly do we need to be yelling over a pile of junk? Why not just push the damn thing over the edge and leave it to rust, it was a piece anyways." Scratching the top of his head he moved his hound down rubbing the sore spot of his face losing focus on the three arguing. Hmm maybe I should get checked out once everyone's done I keep falling all over the place. Suddenly he realized just what he was supposed to be doing at the moment which was tracking down the medic and helping him however he needed, whoops. "Um hey shut up for a second I need to know where the medic is and then you can go back to your fighting ok?"

So, he was like a father to her... Angelo found this odd. He didn’t know if they were thrown into academies at a such a young age, mages, but... he could be way off. Angelo wouldn’t bother her about it though. No sir, he would try to find that out on his own before he felt like an idiot.

Something he would try to avoid completely.

Angelo blinked at her question. He smiled slightly. What could he really tell her? Well... he had a number of reasons. He went with the two most obvious ones.

“Well... To pay for... this. I needed to get money - my parents paid for it, see, and I wanted to pay them back. So, I’m doing what I can to fix this.” Angelo said quietly. He looked around some, making sure no one else was in hearing distance of that. Some pirates were assholes on this ship - they would call him a “momma’s boy”, or something else ridiculous.

Some of them were stupid too.

“Also, I just needed to get away. See some of the world. Find out a little about my self, you know?” Angelo asked her, hoping that maybe she’d felt the same way. He wanted to have more in common with her.

A small trail of smoke following the Valkyrie it slowly falls down near the large hole in the downed Isabella. Scrambling out of the slightly damaged cockpit Julias heads over to the group of engineers and lone Avain crowding around the small plane. Ignoring the other engineers Julias walks up to the Avain who he had previously punched, stumbling slightly as he heads towards him.

“Hello buddy, ummmm….o yes uhhh half dead feller in the back….ummmm….oh! Bandits a mile or so off….uhh….and….um….”

With a deeply puzzled look on his face Julias wipes his hands on his pants, as if to wipe of an invisible layer of grime or dust, and comes up with a dark liquid on his hands.

“Oh! Yes and umm…little bit of blood…hahaha…I got shot! Hahahaha”

Breaking into a fit of giggles Julias slowly tips to the side before slamming flat on his face, a small pool of blood forming from his left side.

(Ok, sorry for the OOC, I’ll delete this when I get back, but I probably won’t be back on till the 28th, so if at all possible say I’m in a coma or something so I’ll be out of the way for a while without getting in the way of the storyline. Sorry =( )

The mediator, inquiring about the situation in the room, noticed Hyde, the pilot, crashing to the floor in an unconcscious mass. Blood pooled around his left side as the blood spilled onto the ship's floor. Kairen, his eyes widening, immediately rushed to the aid of his fallen friend, his white robe billowing with air flowing through the hole in the hull. As he kneeled next to the unconscious body...possibly corpse, the mediator raised his voice as loud as he could, calling for his friend and the ships medic. "ETHAN!!!!!!!!!!!" His voice rang out, a summoning for the ship's doctor to respond to an urgent situation.

The mediator could do little else. Here he was, kneeling on the floor next to a figure who was seeping an ever growing pool of blood. He did not have the slightest clue as to what to do, he prevented violence not tended to its harsh punishments. He turned to the avian, the bird man already leaving to find Ethan, speaking to him, the urgency in his voice plain even if it weren't magically aplified, "Find Ethan, we need him here now unless we want Hyde to bleed out." Hoping for the best, the mediator resumed his vigil over the injured figure.

The temptation to ask about his arm was there once again. He had sort of brought it up, but at the same time it wasn't right for her to go snooping. Her eyes did travel once more to the arm having an idea of how expensive it was. Instead of commenting or asking Ezra only nodded now looking forward again. The mage decided that walking into something or making a fool out of herself again would be a very bad idea.

Still listening intently the girl smiled when he mentioned that he needed to get away, and find himself in the world. Ezra could easily relate to that, “I'm hoping this will do the same for me. I mean...well its suppose to I guess.” The girl shrugged, “AA sends all of us out into the world our last year getting well real world mage experience...preparing us for the real world so we don't make asses of ourselves I guess.” She smirked, “Things are so much different here than at the academy...hell I never thought I would be in an airship crash you know? I mean...I thought all of us were going to die!” The girl paused thinking that maybe she shouldn't have gone that route since it was more than a little bit dark. An explanation was clearly needed there before he started to think she was some depressed necromancer. “And well now...” Ezra sighed deciding to be honest. “I would like to say that I've faced a fear and overcame it...but really I was shaking the whole time...” Ezra looked up into the air for a moment thinking she heard a plane near by. “I guess I'm not really brave...” Shit, the girl was rambling on about nothing aloud to him. Quick change of subject. Think!

Ezra stopped in her tracks noting the trail of smoke that was left after the plane as it landed near the air ship. “Have you-” She paused. “Seems like everyone is having engine problems...” The girl coughed, “Anyways...have you been here long enough to learn something about yourself yet?”