The Isabella tore out of the forest, heading to the skies quickly, much to the dismay of the law enforcement of Lefeld Island. After an escapade involving a few choice crew members decked out in disguises, a maniacal noble that had been stealing from the UCO, and some awkward moments, they ran, victorious.

They finally pull into safe airspace, and get the chance to change, and sort out the little... extra booty they happened to come across while inside the mansion.

A maid walked across the deck, a pistol in her hand, and sweat running down her face. Shit, that had been a run. She pushed her way through the scramble as the crew started to calm down some.

It was an odd assortment of characters - at the moment, at least. Most were in costume like she was (although a lot less embarrassing, this thing was horrifically skimpy), and just starting to strip down to their normal. She was about to do so herself, when a little Nereid boy ran up to her.

"What is it, Kel?" she said, looking down at him. She was a considerable height, compared.

The Nereid 'boy' took off his cap and revealed pig tails, and the signature longer tentacles of the female. "Ah... Cecilia, the... the men are wanting dinner, ma'am." She had a soft polite voice, which was odd, from a pirate.

Cecilia rolled her eyes and held her arms out, pistol pointed to the side. "What do I look like, a maid?"

Kel blinked. "... Yes ma'am."

Cecilia paused, then scoffed. "Right. I'll do it when I bloody well feel like it, you just tell them that." Kel smiled a little. "Yes ma'am." Cecilia pushed off and retreated to the Captain's quarters, for a change of clothes.

Kel - Ara'kel, most commonly - chewed on her lip slightly. Oh, the crew were going to be annoyed with this. She put her hat back on her head, which was actually hers, and retreated to the women's galley to get out of the little boy's clothing.

It had been a long, long day.

Vona sighed, walking around awkwardly in a rather large, poofy, and colorful dress. "Ugh... I hate this thing... And these shoes!" As soon as she had made her way into the women's galley on the ship, the shoes left feet immediately. "Ah... So much better." She was dressed up as a doll, her face and hands painted white, a large blond wig on her head. Second thing to come off was the wig. "Ugly thing." To her right, a door opened and in came a boy... Well, a girl, dressed as a boy. "Excuse me." She turned towards the girl, "Would you mind doing me a favor and helping me wash off all this make up? I'd appreciate it very much." She took a few steps toward the girl, stepping on the inside of the large skirt part of her dress, causing her to fall forward, right on her face.

Ezra pulled up on the hem of her long black gloves so that now they almost reached her shoulders as she headed to the lady quarters of the ship. The student didn’t mind the outfit she was wearing since it was rare she was able to wear something fancy. Heh if Dune saw her now he would be spouting off some type of lecture about decency or some shit. But the girl had a greedy selfish streak in her that longed for the fashionable things of the day. The only problem Ezra had with the corseted dress herself was the fact that the bustle on it was three times bigger than it should have been. Already during the mission and even on the ship the student mage had knocked people with it. And hell a midget at the party got ‘lost in the fabric’ of it. He was promptly burned by accident of course during the escape. The woman sighed standing dumbly glancing down at the periwinkle blue dress feeling silly that she didn’t want to take it off. It oddly made her feel pretty, and it could be used as a weapon.

The mage had been so lost in thought as she was walking that she didn’t even notice the sound of the wood splinters attacking the fabric of the dress or how close to the railing Ezra was. As the over sized bustle dragged along some of the fabric snagged by large crack in the ship’s railing holding that part of the dress in place. Ezra only had to take a step more before she felt something pulling her backwards, “What the-?” The woman’s blue eyes went wide trying to see what was holding her back as the fabric began even more entangled on the railing. “Shit!” She turned trying to get a hold of the bustle, but she couldn’t reach the middle of it even with out tripping over herself!

It was the normal day, beautiful, sunny, and a wonderful breeze. Ethan had just finished cleaning his medical equipment and decided that a walk around the deck would be a good idea. That, and he was hoping to see some of his favorite women of the crew. He scratched his head, his horns had been recently trimmed, and they were a pain. As he continued on his walk, it seems luck was on his side. A lovely lady in a dress seemed to be stuck in place, her dress must have been caught in the wood.

Ethan dashed over to her, stopping in front of her. " Ello Ezra." His face had a friendly smile. " You seem to have a problem. Here, let me help you... I'll be sure not to look up your dress." He said in a half laughing tone. He examined the dress, realizing it was stuck on many little splinters. "I would just cut it in most cases, but I don't want to ruin your wonderful dress..." He grabbed the dress, pulling it inward, and then up off of the little wooden spikes. He failed to realize that he left part of it in the way of a pulley on deck. This particular pulley was about to be used, thus she or the dress was about to take a ride. "There you go, all fixe-" He cut off as he finally saw what he just did.

Lune found himself on yet another unknown vessel destined for yet another unknown location. Hopefully it'd be some sort of island he hadn't been to yet. He was a natural explorer, it was in his blood as an Avian. So here he was searching around as stealthy as he could with his large rifle wrapped up in cloth so it couldn't make any clanking against any other metal present. He found his self among quarters of some sort and heard voices. So into the room he peeked and was quite pleased to see two girls stripping! Maybe he was enjoying his self a bit too much when he was watching but he was a young male, it was to be expected.

But of course something had to happen to ruin his fun. Along came another girl this one just as tempting as the others the only problem was this one got caught somehow. So he crouched in the shadows of the rooms debating what to do. Help her and get kicked off? Or sit and wait for someone else to do it. The second one was more appetizing in one way, he couldn't fly and didn't plan on swimming today. Thankfully a man, apparently a medic from the looks of his arm bands, came to help her so it seemed Lune's assistance wouldn't be necessary. But when the man 'helped' the poor girl he actually got it caught in a pulley. How? Lune didn't know all he knew was the girl was about to take an unexpected ride that probably end up in some serious damage.

Leaping forward out of the shadows he cursed grabbing the girl not giving her a chance to protest and ripped her away from the bottom part of her dress. Shaking his head he went to a wall head butting it repeatedly. "God damn it all I had to do was fucking damn it all to hell! What was I thinking!? Shit, now I'm gonna have to find another damned boat to hide on just because you can't watch over your own piece of shit dress and he can't save a girl if his life were on the line!"

Cairne sighed. The Rangarok just wasn't flyable. Cairne had spent the last few months working on the ship, and it was in perfect condition. It was just the fact that the ship being out of commission had the last crew out looking for new jobs. Cairne didn't blame them, after all. If he were a crewman, he wouldn't sit and wait for his job to get back on the road. Money was hard to come by, and sitting around raked in zero coinage.

With a disappointed sigh he sat on the docked ship's loading area, looking to the sky. He had inherited the ship after all. His uncle had no children, and his only nephew left was Cairne. Not that it was a bad ship. It' s just that he needed a certain something to get it working. A crew?

Yeah, Cairne needed a crew. Cairne didn't have a crew. Cairne closed his eyes. Maybe stuff would make more sense after a little nap. He sure as hell hoped so.

It was at this point in time that Zach had retreated to the captain’s quarters to change. He had played the intellectual in this situation, distracting the land owners and most of the guests to allow them to escape with all the goods. What he HADN’T planned on in this particular situation was the anti-air guns. Oh well. They managed to get out fine, thanks to some trees. The Isabella was left mostly unscathed, a few repairs would need to be made to the exterior.

He had just changed back into his usual garments when Cecilia walked in; Those being, a thick black trench coat to help with the wind. The trimming of the coat was golden, in almost a vine like fashion going along the cuffs of the jacket. Underneath that, he had a high quality white doublet-almost shirt (which he tucked in), with a bit of purple frill at the top of it as an extra touch. As for pants, it was simple black trousers that went along with his brown boots. All together? It looked very nice, and stylish. He turned to Cecilia as she walked in and grinned at her.

“Why, hello there beautiful. If were coming to... ahem, clean... you’re a little late.” He stated, walking over to her and kissing her quickly. “You okay though?” He asked, showing genuine concern for his wife as he picked up his Szabla and attaching it to his purple sash. He gently put his hand on her hip, turning her slightly so that he was looking directly into her eyes with his almost frighteningly red eyes.

God, he loved that woman.

Meanwhile, Angelo sighed as he started to remove his butler’s costume, a very bad joke in his opinion. It was difficult removing these types of things without tearing it due to his bronze arm, but he managed every time. The clothes they had to buy him were always too big in these situations, he managed though just by stuffing the other sleeve some. By the time he had the coat off (He wore a one sleeved t-shirt under neath it so he wouldn’t have to worry about that again) he looked over to see what appeared to be a... child ripping the woman’s dress.

Damn it.

Angelo walked over quite briskly, then put his bronze arm on the kid’s shoulder. He gave him a questioning look, using his other hand to put his stuffed jacket in front of the now half-naked girl in an attempt to cover her up.

“Ah... I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you to the Captain.” Angelo said, giving him a soft smile then looking back at the girl, who happened to be Ezra. He blinked for a moment, then blushed faintly. “E-Ezra, take it. Take the damn jacket.” He said, shoving it into her hands before turning away.

Unfortunately, Angelo was easily embarrassed by the kind of stuff.

Julias watched from the window in his quarters as most of the crew arrived. Thankfully he’d been left behind to keep an eye on the ship. He’d tried to avoid landfall ever since he’d gotten a position on the ship. He just didn’t really care for it anymore. The open sky was his home now.

Opening up the door to his small cabin he walked onto the main deck, watching as people filed on board. Watching as the fellow Tier, Ezra, snagged her dress on a splintered railing. She was the ships Mage and with the exception of the captain she was commonly thought to be the ships best at the mysterious arcane arts. He’d seen her wield before, and though she could do things he couldn’t he knew he could match her. He just never chose to show it in front of the crew, in fact he hardly ever used it anytime other than when he was flying.

It gave him an edge over those around him. He could [i]feel[/b] the wind currents around him, and could even help his pride and joy, the Valkyrie, perform better in combat and in general. He’d never really bothered with any technique that couldn’t be employed while flying, which was a thing he’d have to change in the future. For now he was confronted with a most curious sight. Ethan, yet another fellow Tierling that went by the name of Ethan had dived in to help the “damsel in distress” and had managed to mess the situation up greatly.

Julias almost stepped in to help with the rapidly degrading situation when a strange Avian stepped in from a secluded area. After saving Ezra from what could have been a dangerous, though possible hilarious incident, he preceded to bang his head into a nearby wall, yelling at himself about having to reveal himself because of the other twos mistakes and having to find a new boat. After a moment Angelo, a peculiar kid with a metal arm, came in to help out Ezra, blushing the whole time, and to bring the Avian to the captain. Walking up to Angelo and the apparent stowaway he nodded to the Avian.

“Angelo, want me to take him up to the captain? You can help these two.”

It would be funny if Angelo blushed any more than he already was. Ezra's present state didn't phase Julias. He was interested in women, of course, but shipmates were shipmates, comrades at times, but nothing more.

Cecilia grinned up at Zach slyly. "That was a terrible joke - but no, I have to go and get dinner started. Your children are bitching." She kissed him quickly, changed, and escaped.

She stepped out onto the deck just in time to see Angelo grabbing up Lune. She narrowed her eyes, and walked over, grabbing the Avian's shoulder and squeezing. Hard.

"And who the fuck is this?" she asked sharply, looking down at him quite angrily. She'd never seen him before - there weren't any damn kids on the ship - and he seemed to have caused quite a bit of trouble. In all honesty, she was trying not to laugh at Ezra, but... Eh.

Kel, meanwhile, gasped as Vona face-planted onto the floor. "Oh! Oh goodness!" she bent down to help her up. "A-Are you alright? do you need to go to a medic?!" She was blissfully unaware of events outside.

Vona got up quickly, blushing under all the make up. "Ah, uh, no no. I'm fine... Physically at least." She laughed, a bit nervously. "Uh, thank you for helping me up. My name's Vona." She offered her hand for a hand shake, but half retracted it as she realized it was still covered in the skin paint. "Ah, well, I don't want to get your hand all messy... Uh..." She gave a little bow to replace the hand shake. Oh man... Already making a fool of myself...

Ezra couldn’t help the fact that she was a bit more than relieved to see Ethan helping with her bustle. The situation was embarrassing enough already, and hopefully only he’d see it. His little what she thought to be ‘smart comments’ weren’t all too pleasing in her current situation, but thankfully she was forced a weak smile. Crossing her arms Ezra was about to thank him when she saw the look on the medic’s face, “What?” As soon as the question left her lips Ezra was being pulled backwards even more. Letting out a loud scream the woman instantly reached out for the railing as she felt her feet start to lift from the ground. “UP! Why am I-…” Her screaming rant was suddenly interrupted though by she was suddenly grabbed by a blur of the figure. She wouldn’t ever be able to explain the next seconds since they happened so fast, but she did hear a loud rip. Next thing Ezra knew is that she was standing on the deck in her bloomers and a corset while the skirt with the bustle was flying up in the air with the rope.

Ezra’s cheeks suddenly became hot with embarrassment at as she just imagined professor Dune shaking his head in a ‘I told you so’ manner. Quickly the mage went to cross her arms in a half ass way of looking decent while the Avian man…er boy… slammed his head on the wall. In all honestly the woman hadn’t seen him before, “Who the fuck-“ Then of course another person had to notice the incident, freaking Angelo of all people, and rush on over. Perhaps Ezra should have been flattered that so many came to her rescue, but it was all very awkward. The girl raised a brow at the jacket that was suddenly shoved in front of her. “Um…” Ezra paused though when the man spoke through his own blushing. “Angelo…” Suddenly the jacket was in her hands, “Uhh…thanks…” She coughed going to put it on, thankfully it was long enough to cover her bum. “Its not like my slot is hanging in the breeze…” The woman muttered before noticing Julias and Cecilia of all people walking over there! “Great…bloody wonderful…”

Partially concerned about the boy who saved her Ezra glanced over to the group who was around him while moving closer to Ethan. When she was close enough the woman sighed before quickly grabbing the waist line of his pants and yanking them down to his ankles. Quickly she stood up, “There! We’re Even now!” Huffing the girl turned on her heels storming off the to Ladies gallows with out a word.

Once there Ezra opened the door cursing under her breath when she saw the other two girls. “Great…” Quickly the woman shut the door behind her

Cairne awoke with a start. A high pitched scream echoed around him, the airship dock held no other people than himself. He thought it was just the wind until he looked up. Above him was a large airship... one Cairne had heard of before, the Isabella. He half-smiled knowing his old friend Ethan was up there, and half-frowned because of the bad terms Cairne and Zach were on. The careless sky went on for eons. A lone cloud drifted slowly on the horizon, but otherwise there was nothing happening.

Slowly standing up, the engineer walked towards his ship again. If only he could be in multiple places at once. He pulled out his harmonica, leaning up against the wall of the main cabin, playing a rolling tune that could have possibly made a grown man cry.

It was enough to make him feel like he was a worthless jerk. Ethan had "helped" undress in the end. He had no intentions of doing so to her. Her skirt was ripped off, and her nice bust was visible in it's corset. Ethan tried to be nice and look away, but he failed to do so. The sight had blood rushing to his crotch, something he really wish he could have avoided. "Ezra! OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY!" It was now that she was helped by a young boy, who was later dragged away. It didn't help his situation several females were on deck, and now witnessed that he ripped off Ezra's dress with the pulley.

Ethan almost lost it when she grabbed his waist. "NO wai-" It was too late, she had pulled down his pants, his bits and pieces now dangling in the wind for all to see. He was completely embarrassed, and felt as though he would pass out on the spot. "I'm sorry Ezra..." He said rather sadly.. She began walking away as he tried to explain himself to her. His sorries fell on deaf ears. "Ya blew it..." He said to himself, forgetting to pull his pants up till now. He fell on the floor, and just watched the sky, thinking about what happened.

Lune felt the grip on his shoulder and knew the gig was up already. All because he had to save a girl. But of course the scene looked terrible, according to others he probably ran out and tore off her skirt in attempt to do something to her despite the truth of him being her hero. It only got worse when felt another stranger grip his shoulder. Only this time there was no doubt this grip was brutal. Then he heard possibly the most comforting sentence ever, something along the lines of 'And who the fuck is this?' Yeah that just makes you feel safe right?

Sighing Lune turned around to stare up at the woman scowling. "I'm the kid that just saved your crew member bitch!" Ok so maybe they were hasty, idiotic words but still... they were meant. Why was he in a foul mood? Because he just saved a woman's life, got completely ignored by the girl and even managed to piss off another woman! So far this entire ship had been a mistake for him to choose. Maybe he should have gone with that merchant ship earlier... but now he was more worried about his swimming skills.

Resisting a chuckle at Ethan’s misfortune Julias turned to Cicelia who was presently assaulting the Arian stowaway.

“Calm down, he’s just another lost soul looking for a way off this little rock. Saved Ezra from a loosing a limb as it was. No need to rip him apart either. Suggest you hurry up and explain yourself buddy, might find yourself going overboard if your not careful.”

With an amused smiled sitting on his face Julias looked the boy up and down. He was relatively short, and with sparkling brown eyes that jumped out at you.

“Heck we could probably use a bit of variety. Not many Avians here and we got a few open spots, right?”

Hopefully he wasn’t overstepping his bounds. Ticking off the captain’s wife wasn’t a good idea, just as much because of her relation with the husband and because of her tendency to get rough when needed, especially with cooking instruments.

"I'm the kid that just saved your crew member bitch!"

Blinking in surprise Julias did the first thing that came to mind, and probably the safest thing for both of them. Jerking forward his fist shoved into the Avian's stomach. Not a strong blow, as Julias had never been in very many fights or weight trained, but hopefully enough to keep Cicilia from decking him one, he knew she could drop this fool like a sack of bricks.

Cecilia seemed to disregard the little scenario quickly. No, she'd been called a bitch.

She looked down at the boy, curling a lip. Quite a frightening look, from his angle.

But her look QUICKLY shot a look to Julius as he punched him. She caught the Avian, and glowered at him. "FIRSTLY... sailor," she said, spitting the last word ironically, "I'll ask for your opinion if I want it. Secondly, we DON'T HIT CHILDREN." She glared at him for a moment, and straightened Lune up.

She then promptly picked the boy up by the back of his shirt collar, and started to carry him across the deck.

"Look here you little cockatoo," she said spat, pushing through some crew - although they could already tell she was pissed off and were moving for her. "You're a stow away on our ship, you ripped a fucking costume whether you meant to or NOT, and you dented a wall with that feather skull of yours."

She came to the mast. She looked up, and set him down roughly. After a moment, she looked back at him.

"Either you climb up that mast and sit your ass in that crow's nest and watch out for storms, or you get thrown overboard and hope you learn how to swim or fly, one of the two. Got it?" She had her hands on her hips, usually a good sign not to screw around with Cecilia.

Kel smiled softly and bowed, giggling. "Of course. Nice to meet you, Vano. I'm fairly new on the ship."

And then Ezra burst into the room. Kel blinked and turned, then covered her mouth. Oh no. She was going to...

Kel burst out laughing. Ezra was just a FUNNY sight, with her bloomers in the wind and a jacket clasped to her waist. "I... I'm so sorry," she said, trying to contain her laughter.

Zach blinked as his wife quickly made her way out, blinking. Hm, that wasn’t what he expected NOR what he wanted. He wanted a little attention, really. Oh well, he’d be sure to get it later.

Fixing his bandana, he walked out of his quarters and out side to see a... bottomless Ezra storming by. Huh. That’d be an interesting story later. He rolled his eyes, then walked straight past the situation that Cecilia was dealing with. He figured that, hey, if she needed any help, she’d call on him.

Zach approached the wheel of the ship with a small sigh, closing his eyes with an almost nostalgic look on his face despite this was a regular thing. He ran his hands over the smooth wood of the wheel, then opened his eyes quickly. Time to actually get to work.

Or it would’ve been if something hadn’t caught his eye. Another ship. He immediately went to the controls on the side of the wheel, essentially taking advantage of the power of the gravity orb and keeping the ship still. No one would notice unless they started to see the scenery hadn’t changed.

Looking down, he squinted. He knew that ship. He had to contact it. Why was it just.. Sitting there, looking barren?

Angelo’s blush didn’t really increase, but stayed the same due to how these type of things got to him. Actual nudity - that was a different story. But.. But u-underwear? Oh, that bothered him. He ran his normal hand through his hair, then quickly moved out of the way as Cecilia moved over.

His stomach growled reminding him it was time to eat, but uh.. Now seemed like a bad time to point that out.

Angelo failed to notice the fact that she had pulled Ethan’s pants down, as he was having a moment just watching Ezra walk away. He’d probably pay for that bit later.

Then he heard with the kid said. Before, he had simply.. Over looked Julias. He was, er, distracted before hand. But what Julias was about to do... it simply was not justified by that. He understood how angry the captain could get. But he knew Zach would also get pissed for hitting a kid.

So, Angelo took action.

Not really knowing if Julias actually hit the kid or not, he aimed to shove his metal shoulder into Julias’s side, growling slightly afterwards and standing up straight.

“What is your problem! He’s a CHILD!” Angelo exclaimed, glaring daggers at Julias. Shit had to be started over this.

Ezra felt her cheeks suddenly get warm again as she looked over the two women. Kel was laughing at her! Instantly the mage wrinkled her nose as a child would looking between the two of them, “It’s not funny! The-a lot-…“ She paused trying to search for words, “I didn’t do it myself!” Oh shit that sounded bad, “I mean-the rigging and some Avian guy and Ethan ripped my skit off!” There that sounded better didn’t it? Wait… “No! Shit! I mean yes, but not like that!” Sighing Ezra leaned against the door feeling flushed. “It was an accident and…” The woman paused remembering. “Oh shit….” Her mind started to retract over the event as she realized quickly that, “Ethan wasn’t wearing any-he’s…dick-less-I mean pants-less! And his dick…I saw his bloody dick!” The girl gasped putting a hand over her mouth in shock before looking at the two women who by now would think she’s crazy more than likely. “Ohh….and I didn’t thank that Avian guy either…”

Still in his own little world, Ethan felt like shit. He had to do something, apologize one of those things, but what else... Sorry doesn't quite cover it when her skirt is ripped off, and she sees the guilty parties erection after. "Fuck me..." He said jumping off of the ground. He wasn't sure what possessed him to, but he made his way over to where he knew Ezra would be. He was hesitant to approach the door, with good reason, it was full of women likely to blow his manhood off if he saw their nude frames. He slowly walked up to the door, and knocked on it. "Ezra... It's Ethan... I really can't apologize for this one can I? I was trying to help you... I didn't mean to rip your dress off... or show you my parts..." He didn't really know how awkward this must have sound to those who were inside, and knew nothing of what happened " Is there anything I can do?" He had a feeling he would just get yelled at.