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Losing his balance from the hefty shove Julias toppled over before scrambling to his feet indignantly. His mouth opened then closed as he tried to dig up an angry retort before he sighed and looked over Angelo.

“I….. Hell I thought she was going to kill him for that….. I… screw this, I don’t know what the hell came over me but I’m not going to stand here talking about it. Besides, he’ll be fine, you know I hit like a girl.”

With a friendly smile, and desperately hoping Angelo wasn’t going to end up sour at him Julias watched after Cecilia as she dragged the youth off. He hoped the kid forgot about this, or maybe he didn’t, he wasn’t sure yet. Being a pilot usually kept him off on his own waiting to be called once they were flying. He’d gotten used to the solitude and at times found himself craving it; planes were so less troublesome and confusing than people. Struggling for anything else to say Julias shakes his head and rapidly walks off to his cabin, hopefully they’d be off soon and he could put this behind him.

Lune hadn't been expecting the fist in his gut so it knocked the wind out of him yes but when Cecilia started dragging him away he got the fight back in him as he started yelling curses at the man who hit him. Granted it wasn't the hardest hit he'd taken it was the fact that it had been a sneak attack that infuriated him. He kept screaming and flailing his arms about as he was dragged until Cecilia put her hands to her hips giving off a very threatening order and pointing to the Crow's Nest. Staring wide eyed for a moment Lune blinked slowly as he went over what was just said. "Uh.. ye-yeah... Yes ma'am!" The woman was insane without a doubt so it was pry best not to infuriate her and being up there was so much better then flying overboard it wasn't even funny.

Scurrying up the mast Lune threw his rifle and bag into the nest before pulling his self in worn out from the climb. "Its a good thing I can climb so well or else that'd be impossible!" Looking over the rim of the nest he saw a large flock of seagulls coming near and had a venomous look in his eyes now as he unwrapped his rifle letting it slide along the wood as a steady for his aim. Closing one eye he slowly squeezed the trigger watching a bird plummet to the deck as his rifle roared forcing him to the other side of the nest. Giggling he jumped up and watched the bird land straight in front of Cecilia as he cupped his hands to yell, "We can use that for food right?"

Cecilia was about to walk off, satisfied by the "yes ma'am" (she almost demanded it), when she heard a gunshot.

There were two rules on this ship.

1. Keep it clean.
2. No. Gunshot.

Cecilia whirled on her heel and went back to the mast pole, narrowly avoiding the falling bird. She glared at it, then glared back up.

"No! If you shoot another goddamn bird, I'm plucking YOU and roasting YOU for dinner! Watch for storms and ships, you bird-brat!"

Cecilia paused, then leaned to the side, getting a view of Zach at the head. She blinked and walked over, taking her spot at his side.

She leaned over his shoulder, nosey as ever. "What's up?"

Kel was thrown into MORE fits of laughter. She had to sit down as she double over. She knew Ethan already, and she didn't have the heart to tell him, he was making things worse. Poor guy. He was so unlucky.

Angelo didn’t care if he had hurt the man, not at the moment. That was something VERY wrong that he had done, and the fact that he was trying to defend him self made it laughable to him. Angelo did not stop glaring at him though.

No, he made sure his prime emotion at the moment was obviously obvious. He should not have done that. He didn’t care how weak Julias was - it was just an Avian kid. A CHILD. No reason you should hit a child, not in Angelo’s book.

Once he was gone, Angelo frowned and leaned up against the railing of the ship. His stomach practically roared at him, and he put his hand on his stomach with a small sigh.

“This is too much...” Angelo said, looking down at his feet for a moment before taking his normal hand and rubbing his eyes softly.

Zach quirked a brow slightly as Cecilia walked over to him, then pointed down at the ship.
“The Ragnarok,” Zach said quietly as he brought his arm around his wife, “I know the man who is the captain. This is... unusual. I think I’m going to investigate.” Zach said, looking at Cecilia. He could definitely handle him self in any situation that could present it self. He had managed so far.

He didn’t imagine a couple of monsters getting in his way. Or people, for that matter.

As soon as Ezra heard Ethan’s voice she felt her heart fall out of her ass and then roll around on the floor. Alright so that didn’t really happen, but It felt like it. The girl face palmed listening to his apology. ‘I didn’t mean to rip your skirt off….or show you my parts…’ just-there weren’t words to explain how she felt about the sentence. She sighed heavily while listening to the loud laughter in the room. Ezra wanted to literally die! Dune was so right, if you wear seductive clothing then your just asking for trouble. Putting a hand on the door knob the girl spoke, “Go…see if you can get my skirt back…” She paused. “And its fine…like I said….” She coughed, “We’re even…”

Finally forcing herself to step away from the door Ezra walked past the two women not bothering to look at them. Sure she was pretty sore now about the whole thing, but a day or two later she’d be laughing about it too. Taking off Angelo’s coat the girl blinked remembering it wasn’t hers. Quickly she tossed off her shoes the teenage girl walked over to her trunk going to open it and look for clothes.

Within the confines of the engine room, Damien slammed the end of his spanner violently into the connection valve. He had recently built a turbocharger out of some scraps, and was hooking it up to the main engine, without much success. Or the captain's knowledge, for that matter. "Come on, WORK, you hunk of-- nngh!" Another loud slam as the spanner impacted with the jury-rigged apparatus. Suddenly, the machinery burst into life, clanking and sputtering. "There we--"

KaBOOM!

Damien was sent flying across the room as the turbocharger exploded, jolting the entire ship and decreasing the air quality to unhealthy levels. Goggles blackened by soot, he fumbled about until he found the exit, opening it and stumbling out. "Ok... that wasn't supposed to happen on the blueprints." He coughed.

As he finally reached his door, feeling Angelo’s eyes boring into his back the whole time, Julias almost fell as the whole ship rocked from a violent explosion. Spinning around towards the explosion he watched Damien crawl out of from the smoking engine room.

“Damien, what the heck happened?”

This could be interesting, and hopefully would help get the kid and Angelo to forget about him. He’d thought the strange engineer was to smart to make a mistake that could endanger the ship but he hadn’t known him for too long. Hopefully nothing was damaged. The sooner they set off the sooner Julias could get in his plane and away from everyone else. A part of him even hoped they had a bit of trouble, people tended to look past your flaws and stupid mistakes in the light of keeping the ship afloat.

Taking a few steps into the smoking room he held up his arm to shield it from the billowing smoke. He didn't see any sign of fire, if there was any they could be in some serious trouble, and Damien could be in for a thorough yelling at.

There was a familiar giggle behind the door, Kel was in there to, laughing her ass off about his predicament. He didn't blame her in a way, it was like a joke that came to life. Ezra answered him, and he wasn't about to refuse. "Your skirt... I promise I'll get it back..." He walked away from the room, looking at the ship's new flag. "This is gonna be a bitch..." He said, approaching the pulley line. He could pull it down, it would screw up something badly.

Ethan gulped, grabbing the rope, and wrapping himself around it. Once he was sure the pulley's were locked, he began climbing the rope towards the dress, it had to have been at least 30 feet straight up. "This is a very bad idea... what the fuck am I doing? Aw well, I'm half way.."

It was rather funny. Anyone on deck could have seen the idiot reaching for a skirt, the line he was on waving him in the air. "Ahh... got ya.Now... how am I gonna get down... no gloves, I can't repel.." After a second or two, he tried shimming his way down, which failed around 10, at which point he lost his grip, and fell the rest of the way. "Son of a bitchhhh!"*Thud* "Well... I think I'm okay.."

When Cecilia yet again yelled at him he retreated behind the wall of his new home having his eyes barely visible over the rim as he listened to her threats. Why was the woman so damned good at striking the fear of heavens into him? Better yet why was he letting her order him around!? Lune peered down at her as she walked away in a rage before calling at a barely audible tone from her distance, "Oh fine I won't shoot anything more I'll just sit here and behave like a good boy. Cause that's what you want right mom?"

It was pitiful but true an Avian never really had parents since they were sent away so early. It was just natural for their race to be lone explorers always looking to the next island in search of their dreams. His had always been to fly and here was in an airship's crow's nest after being caught as a stowaway. No matter how he looked at it the woman could have just as easily tossed him then keeping him. He'd certainly seen enough to not warrant his keeping so apparently he demon bitch had a soft side to her.

But his thoughts were quickly scattered when the ship rocked due to Damien's tampering. He gripped the ledge of the nest looking around as if they were being attacked by an armada only to look down and see the engineer coming out covered in soot. "Oh you stupid fucking engineer! What'd you do to break the ship? Try to install a new part that blew up or something!?"

Kairen leaned against the railing, as he had been for the past while, observing the actions of all of the crew members while not involving himself in the crazyness. This was common and to be expected, especially with a crew this young. Even so, the older man felt for the individuals involved in losing their garments via one method or another. The mediator felt especially bad for Ethan, although he meant well, the boy always seemed to get in some kind of trouble through the mediator's eyes.

Ezra, bless her, had just gotten involved in something that was an accident, no one deserved what they got; except, perhaps the child avian who had rushed out to protect Ezra. That outfit of Ezra's was just asking for some form of altercation, which is the beauty of being a mediator, you can always convince someone to let you wear more reasonable clothing. Kairen noted this, in case it would be required later if the captain, or his hot headed wife, questioned the boy.

The older crew member stretched, completely at ease observing the crew. He only briefly noticed Angelo and Hyde conflicting with one another, quickly realizing that nothing would become of the incident. Although it was Hyde's fault for misjudging the reaction of the Crew Mother...

Suddenly, Kairen heard the Avian boy shout something down from the crow's nest, obviously insulting the emerging engineer. Damien was a brilliant engine man, superior to many on the ship, but even he had his moments when a boom was bound to occur. Kairen, sensing the possibility of flaring tempers, strode away from the rail, taking a place closer to the deck's center.

The ship shook, and Kel felt it in the women's galley.

"Oh... Oh no!" she gasped, standing and running out of the room, still wearing the boy's clothing.

She ran over to Damien and hooked her arms under his, trying to help him up, neverminding the soot. "Are you alright, Damien?!" she asked, quite frantic. She grabbed a from her pocket, a piece of her costume, and handed it to him.

She whined softly as she looked at the sooty mess. The Captain was going to be sooo mad.

Cecilia herself wasn't even going to TRY and deal with this. She looked at the ruckus, and groaned. "... It's all you, love," she said, easing off him to let him pass.

Ezra had pulled off the bloomers going to put on a tight pair of black leather shorts that stopped above her thighs. Over that was a green skirt that stopped at her ankles and had two slits down the sides. Just as Ezra was putting on her high black leather boots the ship suddenly jolted knocking the girl down to the floor with a loud thud. “What the hell was that?” She looked up from the floor worried that something had gone wrong with the engine, or that someone was attacking them! Quickly Ezra sat up and gabbed her boots putting them on as fast as she bloody well could while Kel ran out of the room. Standing up the girl grabbed Angelo’s jacket, and her staff going to run out of the women’s galley. She had decided to forget the fact there was nothing over her corset since for the most part the girl was decent. Plus she still had her gloves on!

Running up on deck Ezra looked around a bit frantic for whatever had caused the jolt. There was smoke on the deck of the ship and that well it was never good. Running towards the source of it the girl saw Ethan on the deck, “What happened? Engine problems?” She called out partially to Ethan and partially to anyone who would answer because she didn't see anyone attacking them so that had to be it right?

Taking off the soot-covered goggles that were essentially blinding him, Damien coughed a bit more just as Julius took a peep inside the engine room. "Everything's fine, July, nothing I can't handle." Just then, some Avian who he'd never seen before yelled at him, to which he simply responded with a blackened middle finger, while muttering poultry-based obscenities. Meanwhile, Kel had passed him a handkerchief, which he used to wipe his face, and was now helping him up. The Nereid was one of the few people Damien liked to be around; indeed, he had a bit of a crush on her. "Thanks, Kel. I think I'll live. My chances of getting black lung disease have been increased triplefold, but it's no big," he said with a small chuckle. The fact that they were in such close proximity caused him to blush slightly. "Who's the featherbrain manning the crow's nest, by the way?"

It was a little while before Ethan decided to get up. Until then, his hand had been run over each spot that had pain in them, joints and such. His hands had a green glow as he moved them along. Ezra had come out, asking what had happened. Ethan had a good feeling of why he fell now. "Damien is fixing something... I think.." He walked over to Ezra, handing her the dress he had retrieved. "I fell off of the rope, but I fulfilled my promise..." He grinned, turning around to face Kel and Damien.

The engineer was covered in the usual smoke and soot. " You okay, buddie? Other than your impossible to clean lungs?" His hands started glowing, already giving him painkillers without request, because he had a feeling he was in some pain.

Something or someone was flying through the skies at a accelerated speed. It wasn't a large ship rather a dingy of a ship. The sound of the wind was all that was heard in these clear blue skies. The pilot of this dingy seemed to be going for a joy ride from the looks of it, but was actually in search of the ship Isabella.
"Woooooooho! I'm having the time of my life!" yelled the pilot inside the enhanced plane. The dingy was doing corkscrews and flips in the sky.
"Of course your having the time of your life! There is nothing better then flying!" said the pilot again as he let go of the joystick and flung his arms in the air. The dingy began to fall and spin but before that the little pilot saw something in the distance.
"There is one thing that is close though!"
"And whats that?!"
"Money my man money!" The pilot grasped the joystick and pushed forward. He was upside down at the moment and pushing forward made him go higher in the air.
"Target is sighted!" he yelled heading right for the ship in the distance. The ship grew bigger and bigger as the small plane was heading right for it. Both seemed to be on a collision course for each other.
"They aren't backing out and our fuel is almost out this looks bad!" he yelled nervously looking at the fuel gauge and then back at the ship.
"Then we have no other choice but to crash land!" He then pointed right at the humongous ship.
"You're insane!" screamed the pilot as the plane was moments away from crashing holding his head.
"Of course I'm insane, otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you!" At this point in time the small plane crashed right through the exterior of the ship breaking through many walls into what seemed to be the captian's quarters. The hatch of the plane blew off when it was fully stopped as the seat with the pilot flew out and hit the wall next to the door. The parachute soon shot out once the seat was upright.
"Well, at least the parachute works...that got me worried." he said flailing around with the parachute that was on him.

Lune was too occupied with screaming back profanities at the engineer that by the time he turned around to look out at the sky he leapt in the air in such shock a few of his feathers stayed behind floating away in the breeze. "Oh shit! Boat and its coming fucking fast!!!" But it was much too late as the thing screamed right into the boat forcing Lune to ducking fully submerging his self into the nest. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They're gonna toss me for sure now! Oh fuck why do I have to learn to swim now! This is as bad as when I was ask to do Car-car-cartophy-cartogame-cartocrap-cartography! That was it Cartography! Oh shit why am I celebrating?! I'm dead for sure!"

He sat there huddled in the fetal position as if 'Demon Bitch' would come flying from the crowds with an axe in hand decapitating him as she flew by. All he knew was the water sounded very unpleasant and his current situation was no more pleasing.

Cecilia frowned and folded her arms, watching the glorious destruction. Zach was going to explode.

She glanced up at the crow's nest and raised an eyebrow. Then she pointed, and mouthed, 'Get down now.' After that she went to the mast and waited for him.

Kel, however, was oblivious to Damien's flirtings, being oblivious to most things in the first place. She smiled at him pleasantly. "Your black lung, and now, everyone else's."

She looked up when he pointed, and blinked. "Huh... I don't know. I've been in the galley since-"

BOOM. Crash.

Kel screamed and covered her head. She thought they were about to crash and die, drown, whatever.

Ezra took the skirt coughing a bit when Ethan explained that he had fell, “Well I’m glad you’re ok…” She muttered looking at the huge mass of skirt that was just as big as she was. Instead of walking over to Damien though the mage dropped her skirt going to put Angelo’s jacket back on so that she wasn’t carrying a ton of things in her arms. Just as she was about to go see about helping the sound of dingy could be heard in the not so far distance. Ezra turned to look just in time to see the dingy smash into the side shaking the ship again! Yelping the mage lost her balance falling thankfully on the ton of the fabric that made her old skirt and bustle. “Damn it! What else could go wrong !?!” Alright so her skirt incident wasn’t all that big of a deal to the crew, but it was to her. Sitting up the girl huffed a bit looking at the damaged ship wide eyed. “Oh that’s not good…” Ezra started to stand up now growing worried that both the engine trouble, and now the crash would be the start of something terrible. Images of the airship spiraling downwards in a horrorific crash flashed though the teenagers mind as she tried to regain her balance.

Kairen shook slightly as the dingy careaned into the side of the much larger air ship; the rest of the crew were not exactly emotionally stable at this moment, and, as mediator, it was part of Kairen's duty to maintain a sense of calm over the crew of the Isabella. In an attempt to calm the grouping of air pirates, he decides to put on a face of calm, devoid of all expression, his back rigid and supporting.

Unfortunately, looking calm and unworried wouldn't do much; heck, a ship crashed into the Isabella! Noticing Cecilia's intentions, he quickly followed suit as she closed on the base of the mast. If the Avian came to any harm, he would take it as a personal failing, he would deal with calming the dinghy crash later.

Opening his mouth, Kairen laced his speach with a pleading undertone, enhancing the caring and southing nature of his voice with a basic request, "Cecilia, please, I understand that the boy did not see the ship, but calm yourself, he might have some use. What good would it do for any of us if you take it out on him? The boy is ignorant, he is a youth after all!" He stopped speaking to Cecilia, understanding that there was no way he could completely stop the women, she was to strong willed. Turning to the rest of the crew he spoke, using the same undertone, in his voice, subtle asking the crew to do as he asks, "Everyone, remain calm, I'm sure the damage isn't that extensive." No one would blame him for the lie. He turned around, immediately rushing off after the raging wife of the captain.

As Ethan's healing hands passed over his bruises, Damien felt a familiar light tingle wash through his head. This sort of magic always had a weird effect on him, such as making him see sounds, giving him the sensation of flying, along with mild delirium. Before he could really sink into his hallucinatory world, though, a notably phallus-shaped dinghy crashed into the hull, causing him to lose his balance and fall over, taking Kel with him. As he regained his senses, a tinge of mixed horror and embarrassment went down his spine as he found himself on top of Kel, his body pressed against hers.

"Oh man I'm so sorry Kel are you alright?" he blabbered as he quickly scrambled back to his feet, helping her up in the process. Turning to the point of impact, he made some quick calculations and determined that the ship was still structurally stable. However, the damage was still extensive. And he'd probably be the one who has to repair it. "I need a vacation." He rubbed his forehead in frustration.