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Kilian Lutz

I can fix this. People though... they're hopeless.

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a character in “The Wayfarer: Amongst Skies”, as played by Sench

Description

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Kilian
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Engineer
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Personal Information
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Full Name
Kilian Lutz
Description
Having been taught most everything there was to know about airships, he makes an excellent engineer. He is very pedantic when it comes to his duties, but he has no passion for the mechanical, as one would think any engineer does. He's just very good at understanding how they work, and he prefers dealing with them to dealing with people. The Wayfarer is a means to an end for him, a temporary stop on a journey with no destination.

Thanks to the sharp difference between his education and the life that followed, he possesses both book smarts and a physical build that would befit someone far more adventurously inclined. He is a little rusty on the terminology and pointless stuff like that, but he knows everything he should that actually matters: the what's, the how's, and the why's. He probably wouldn't be able to explain much of it, however.
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Race/Main:
Human
Race/Sub:
Soleirian
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
None
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Birthplace:
Soleire
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
A multitude of scars hidden beneath his clothes, none that he took on willingly
Height:
6 feet even
Weight
About 190 pounds
Physical Condition:
Peak. While not large by birth or particularly muscular, he is very toned - far more than one would expect of a technician
Former Residence
Soleire
Family/Relatives:
Parents, younger sister
Friends/Comrades:
The crew of the Wayfarer
Enemies
Soleirian Government, the police of several islands
Rivals
None
Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
None
Former Affiliations:
Lutz Logistics and Trade Co, Soleirian School of the Arcane
Disabilities:
None. But he gets heated easily when a subject he cares about is brought up
Personality:
Kilian generally acts aloof. He is quite sarcastic, to the point where he comes off as constantly being pissy about something. He is not much for socializing, partly because of his limited social skills and partly because any conversation makes him slightly anxious. He feels least tense with small groups, where the majority wouldn't be too overwhelming, but where he would be spared the undesired intimacy of a private conversation or anything of the sort. He often says that he prefers to spend time by himself, yet he is rarely ever completely alone, as if just looking for opportunities to make verbal jabs at people.

All of that becomes irrelevant the moment his work comes into question, though. He isn't the type to earn any "employee of the month" awards - even if one were to disregard his standoffish demeanor - but he prides himself on taking his responsibilities seriously and he'd be damned before he let anyone or anything get in the way of doing a damn good job.

The reason he thinks and acts the way he does isn't difficult to guess should one know of his past, which may or may not be why he is never willing to talk about it. It is a topic where he keeps even the captain on a "need to know" basis.
Likes:
Honesty, simplicity, magic, machines, cats and birds
The color orange, not that this achieves anything
Dislikes:
Lies, complicated matters, hypocrisy, most people, dogs
Psychological Condition:
He constantly has an irritated look on his face, and anger seems to be something of a problem for him.
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral


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Equipment
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:Attire:
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:Protection:
Nothing specific
:Weapon(s):
None, or anything that he can get his hands on
:Accessories/Misc:
The crest of the Lutz family, safely tucked away beneath his shirt
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Although he was being trained to take over a trade company and not become a technician, his father strongly believed that understanding the inner workings of everything his livelihood depended on was paramount to success. Kilian did quite well in his studies about the machines, fairly well when it came to economy and rather poorly in regards to people. He had earnestly done his best, so he knows airships better than most engineers out there.

He hadn't learned nearly enough magic in his one year at the arcane school to become even reminiscent of a proper magi or anything, but he is more than capable of creating flashing lights and simple illusions. That said, it is not a skill he uses often, as it brings back painful memories.

After leaving his old life behind, it was the law of the jungle for him. He was a nobody and had nothing. He had to procure everything for his survival through his own abilities, and forced to break the law on countless occasions - there was no way a vagabond would be able to find a job or a place to live. It was during those long years that he had picked up some useful though questionable skills, as well as learned to defend himself.

Staying in town wasn't always an option when he had law enforcement after him, so he naturally picked up some survival skills. He is no ranger with formal training, but he knows how to keep himself alive for a bit in the wilderness, as well as things one should and shouldn't eat out there. Some of those he learned the hard way.

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Current History
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Pending

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Past History
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Kilian was born in a family of merchants that specialized in trade between islands. Their home and headquarters were in Soleire, a group of smaller islands floating so close together that they became a single nation. His life was more or less decided for him before he was even born - as a heir to their sizeable business, he would learn everything there was to learn about airships and trade and eventually take over.

He was a smart kid, but his interests lay elsewhere: in the realm of magic. Although reluctant at first, his parents eventually decided to admit him to the local school for wizards and such. Unfortunately, he was also a rather awkward kid. Somehow or other he managed to offend the school's owner, who was also a very influential political figure. To protect his family from being targeted, he had to denounce them and escape his home island. He had lived as a thief at first, eventually growing to larger crimes, and having to jump between islands several times to avoid capture by the local law enforcement.

His recruitement to the Wayfarer was almost accidental. He had stowed away in the engine room, and was caught performing maintenance because he was worried about the ship actually making it to the next island. He could use a place to stay, the captain could use an engineer - it was an obvious solution to a mutual problem.

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So begins...

Kilian Lutz's Story

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The sun slowly rises above the horizon, the surface of thick clouds becoming clad in shades of red, pink, and orange, and this colorful display was seen infinitely in all directions, seemingly no end. Within this sea of color moved a single spec, tiny in comparison, and this spec drifted as if it was asleep. This spec was the Wayfarer, and although it had looked better in its twenty years of service, some of the patches where the finish of the hull remained shimmered in roughened glory. The vessel, tried and weathered yet still strong, by this time has been out at-sail for nearly a month now, and its occupants are almost out of supplies, almost out of ammunition, and have been out of patience. Just the night before, the Wayfarer stumbled upon a herd of sky-serpents, snakes not even a foot long that glide through the sky-bed and breathe a short spurt of fire, and the ship was forced to react to nearly twenty or so of these serpents, not helping the already low morale of the crew. It was not a particularly hard fight, but everyone participated in some shape or form, the targets too small for any canon usage, so if anyone aboard managed any sleep it was not much. However, it at least has been tranquil on the ship, no movement on deck or in the halls below deck, and the only sound is the soft humming of the engines, an almost soothing ambient noise.

A muffled voice breaks through the shattered silence. It is the very basic intercom system that the captain uses to send quick messages, surely more effective than sending the cabin-girl to deliver messages to all crew members. The captains voice was muffled and cracked coming out of the rickety make-shift speakers, but making out what was said is not all that difficult with familiarity or practice. He spoke in a casual tone, which at least gave rest to any worry they were in danger yet again.

*All hands on deck. All hands on deck for voting. Let me see here… oh yes, navigator, advisor, first mate, and sergeant need to be posted on the quarterdeck, all others in front of the Captain’s cabin. That is all.*

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Eire Seeleheiler Character Portrait: Jia Fang Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz Character Portrait: Matrist Bromin Character Portrait: Jamoke Nykima Character Portrait: Damascus L. Vieri Character Portrait: Jeremiah Shenk Character Portrait: Uriel Rozinan Character Portrait: Nadia Blackmoore Character Portrait: Elric Mahal
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Caintry released the button under the rickety microphone, the metal circle popping out with a click, and with the announcement done he knew he only had a minute before everyone was gathered. He slumped back into the chair, giving a quick huff in coordination, and he decided to give one final notice to his notes before heading above his head to the quarterdeck.

The desk in front of him was littered with askew papers, rolled up pages, ink blotches dotting the surface of each one, and frantically scribbled notes beside open books; it was as if a printing press had exploded in front of him to form a fine layer of writing. At the center of the clutter was a map tattooed with drawn lines and side notes, a book that read “Duden’s Guide to Places without Guides”, and a paper that seemed to be donned with the documented thoughts of a mad man, so despite the disorganization, there was a clear purpose and achieved goal to the mess. He had checked his math with the navigator, inquired if any “off the map” islands were known of by the adviser, effectively complained to the First Mate, and checked over all defenses as well as offences with the Sergeant, and the fruit of his labor was three equally mysterious choices to resupply and put the crew to work.

Paradiso, the lair of pirates and thieves where Caintry’s mischievous soul could find an infinite amount of trouble to get into.

Parada, a rock covered in jungle in which the crew of the Wayfarer might very well be the first to reach its true depths.

Perodo, the tiny jungle island that became home to a peaceful colony with the same name, but right before setting sail it was rumored that Perodo had went dark for a month at the time, meaning no one has heard of it for two months now.

A devilish smirk, one signature to Caintry, slithered onto his cheek, for he was always one up to explore the unknown and dive into trouble.

Caintry reached for his gyeroot tea in an almost celebratory manner for mayhem yet to come, but a thought stopped him from taking a sip. This is a new crew, he thought, how many of those have I seen? It seemed at first a simple thought, he even began to innocently count in his head, yet it really hit him when he flipped the question. How many crews have I lost? Caintry had been the captain of the Wayfarer for a little over twenty years, a crew member of the ship twenty years before that, and although some would argue that is not much in the long life of Denaucmen, that does not make it shorter. Forty long years or forty short years is till forty years, for time travels the same for all. A solemn mood fell over Caintry as he struggled with his runaway train of thought. Was it due to his leadership? What could he have done differently? Should he have taken those jobs in the first place? Should he have known? Finally, one thought struck him that summarized his pondering.

Do people follow him into the darkness, or does he lead them into the darkness?

However, before Caintry could finish these thoughts, he broke out of his pensive state by realising he was going to be late to his own meeting, and after throwing the entirety of the gyeroot tea back in one large gulp, he swung up to his feet and began to make his way to the door, the smirk returning right where it was used to being.

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Hearing the summons, Kilian set aside the book he was reading, climbed out of the hammock and stretched for a few moments. Another crew meeting. That was one of his favorite things in the whole wide world: seeing the rest of the morons on this floating piece of junk. Finishing his tiny bit of wake-up exercise, he decided that was probably far too harsh. They weren't all that bad. Well, at least most of them weren't. Some of them. Yeah, there was a couple of pretty okay people among the crew. Probably. The next logical step would have been trying to figure out which ones, exactly, but he already knew he wasn't going to get a satisfactory answer - despite the fact he would be talking to himself - so he decided to skip to the other part. Specifically, why this crew was as horrible as it was.

There could only be one explanation, really: the person responsible for hand-picking them, that is, the captain. He was allegedly picking out the best people for the job - disregarding, of course, the simple fact that the actual best people were already employed in far more respectable positions and wouldn't even consider this rusk bucket - but he was paying no mind to how well the crew members would be able to work with one another. Fortunately, it made no difference to the resident engineer. Despite being one of the newer additions to the staff, he could work equally well with anyone. Or equally poorly, rather, as he would rather not deal with people. But the others weren't like him, and their boss wasn't doing a good job considering that. If it were him, well, actually, he would never have bothered with something as bothersome as commanding and staffing an airship. If he owned one, he'd rather sell it off and try to turn his life around. Perhaps start his own business on one of the larger islands. Or at least something a lot more peaceful and stable than his current employ. Unfortunately, he didn't own an airship. He owned little more than the clothes on his back.

The ship itself, the Wayfarer, was agreeable enough, he supposed. Definitely not top of the line, but doing pretty okay. He could easily tell it had been in service for a long time and could use some replacement parts, perhaps a few upgrades even. But that cost money, a very fair amount of money, and that it was one of those things that their group constantly seemed to struggle with. They were mostly doing okay to get by, but that was about it. Whenever money started piling up, some emergency expenses had to be made, and they were right back at square one. Actually, the book he was so unceremoniously pulled away from was a catalogue of sorts that he picked up on their last stop. He was reading it mostly to kill boredom while hanging out in the mechanical compartments all by himself, but also to help decide what needed replacing the most, for whenever they would get enough cash. Not that he really expected that any time soon.

His discipline had once again worked against him as Kilian approached the captain's cabin only to find himself the first one there, and now he was going to have to stand there like an idiot while he waited for the other idiots to show up. And they were definitely all idiots since the reason they were gathering was idiotic. Voting. Apparently, this was the captain's idea of maintaining a spirit of democracy on the ship and keeping morale high. The ship still had a strict chain of command and the 'officers' wouldn't hesitate to pull rank, but 'important' decisions like picking their next destination were left to a vote. As if the crew was somehow magically supposed to know all about the places they were choosing by their name and a very brief description at best. If it were him, he'd try to get a crew that had good chemistry and abolished ranking where he could. But hey, he wasn't the captain. He was just a mechanic. And he preferred it this way, really: all he had to do was make sure the ship stayed in the sky.

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Eire Seeleheiler Character Portrait: Jia Fang Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz Character Portrait: Matrist Bromin Character Portrait: Jamoke Nykima Character Portrait: Damascus L. Vieri Character Portrait: Jeremiah Shenk Character Portrait: Uriel Rozinan Character Portrait: Nadia Blackmoore Character Portrait: Emory Alderich Character Portrait: Elric Mahal
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Varsh was in the middle of a long series of stretches, unwinding his muscles from the brief skirmish yesterday. As he stretched, tired muscles groaning in pain, he reflected. He thought back to the fight yesterday, fighting a species he had never fought before. Air snakes of all things. They had caught him unawares, and in the heat of battle he had realized his sword was too large for these small beings. So he preceded with bare hands, giving his war cry, a gutteral shout that would have sent odd little shivers down the backs of his crewmates and gathering the attention of the snakes. With odd little hisses and shrieks they all swept towards him, with little gouts of flame lancing towards Varsh, singing his cotton shirt and burning his arm slightly, both of which he ignored with extreme disdain, but the pain did activate the first round of adrenal glands, causing his muscles to swell, and his pupils grow wider. With a deathshead grin he grabbed a pair of snakes and bashed their heads together, scattering brains and blood everywhere, and then went for more to grab. While in his mask of rage, he barely noticed the crew doing their best and accounting for sky snakes right along with him.

Varsh was going deeper into the reflection when his Captain’s voice interrupted him. Ending the stretch immediately, he stood to his full height and strode out the door of his cabin, clad only in pants and leather vest. His shirts were cleaning. This put on display his powerful physique, and also the burns and scratches that covered his arms and shoulders, most still an angry red, the scratches not even attempted at being covered. His hair was bound back in a warrior’s knot. As he strode to the quarterdeck he began barking in a loud and powerful voice “All hands report to the captain’s cabin! All officers to the quarterdeck! Time now!” After yelling his orders he moved up to the quarterdeck to observe the rest of the crew as they assembled.

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz
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Bobbie was sitting in her hammock, one heavily booted foot pushing off of the ground to keep the hemp cotton blended tarp moving. Her chin resting on the hand of her 'good' arm, meaning the arm that had been horrifically smashed and replaced with a clockwork and magic. She didn't like the word magic, though, it made things seem impossible. Master Jacken called it, Mental sciences, everything could be explained, had a rhyme and reason, Magic didn't. In fact, she was reading a large tome with runes, and symbols belonging to the Sciences. If only she let him teach her when she had the chance. She wouldn't be struggling to understand what she was reading now. She sighed thoughtfully. She should have done a lot of things. Told him she cared, told him she actually really enjoyed watching him practice and that she didn't completely hate his onion and leek soup, it just made her breath stink, real bad. Just before grief started to swirl in her chest. the intercom hissed on, and after a bit of static, she heard the Captain's voice crackle throughout the ship.
"All hands on deck. All hands on deck for voting. Let me see here… oh yes, navigator, advisor, first mate, and sergeant needs to be posted on the quarterdeck, all others in front of the Captain’s cabin. That is all." With a crackle and a hiss, the message was over and Bobbie huffed. She really had to fix that thing or he'd call her in just to have her run through the ship delivering his messages. The last time that happened, she forgot what he wanted, by the time she got to the last person. Yea, she had to fix that intercom, she could probably use some scrapped parts from the ship, but she wanted to get some new parts for this old rust bucket but they hadn't stopped in a while. She just hoped they stopped before the intercom did, and the last things she wanted was to be relaying messages. Lazy, perhaps but that was not what she signed on for. She was supposed to be the engineer, not the cabin boy...or girl in her case.
“All hands report to the captain’s cabin! All officers to the quarterdeck! Time now!” Came Quartermaster Varsh's booming voice

She closed her tome, and shoved it back into a large blue and gold chest and covered it with a blanket so that it looked like a rate. They were on a pirate ship, after all, the second to the last thing she needed was someone stealing all she had left of Master Jacken. She'd never taken a life before but that would certainly be the straw.

She looked around her a little cabin, it was big enough for her, she supposed, but it was still basically a broom closet, it had space for a hammock, a few trunks for her clothes, and tools, and a porthole so she could see the sky out of. It wasn't much, but it was hers and she didn't have to share. She'd rather privacy over a larger space any day.

She stretched a moment, before looking over at herself reflecting the porthole. She was still covered in soot from last night's work, it had been smeared from sleep but still dark against her warm brown skin, a few stray curls stuck out from her braided black hair, and she looked surprisingly well rested for someone who didn't sleep much. It wasn't that she couldn't, she just didn't. She usually just worked until she dropped. Usually on modifications on her arm.

She looked down, it was bare right now, she didn't wear the leather shoulder high glove, while she slept, it was a little restricting. She didn't have to wear it at all if she didn't want to. All of the mechanisms were protected by a bronze cast, made to try to match her skin color. It didn't. it was a few shades too dark or too light in some places. It had rivets on the places where the bronze and copper were bolted together, and around where her elbow would have been, cogs, and gears, made for mobility, were visible, it was a wild thing to look at, even now, but she hadn't really cared for how it looked. She was just glad to have an arm again.
This one acted much like the original, Master Jacken used the Mental Sciences to connect the nerves to the moving parts within so that she could actually feel. It was more sensitive than her flesh hand, so that was why she wore the gloves. It had silk inside because any rougher material felt like needles, that and she didn't like the stares, if someone asked about it that was one thing, but staring, she hated staring because most of the time, there was disgust in those glares, like how dare she walk around with that thing on her arm like it was a proper thing to do.
She shook that thought. She was on a pirate ship now, she didn't have to worry about what people thought, if she did, a good licking would come his way.

That's what she told herself anyway. She looked over her trunk and grabbed her glove first, just in case she had to work. She grabbed a cotton, soot-stained shirt, a similarly stained pair of overalls and sniffed, shrugged and slid them on over the glove before slipping her tool belt over her tiny hips. She adjusted her glove, making sure that the glowing ether orb that gave her sensation was set properly in her glove. It shone a bright greenish blue, and without the glow, it would have looked like an expensive gem. Master Jacken charmed it special so that no one could touch it that wasn't him or her, without getting a nasty jolt. Master Jacken made everything special so that she protect herself... Like he knew he wasn't going to be there to do it.


Bobbie shook her head hard enough to make it spin. No. Pirates don't cry. Pirates.. They don't care. She had to stop caring...or she won't make a good pirate.

Raising her chin, she tapped the toe of her boots, making sure her feet were snug inside before swaggering out the door of her 'cabin'. Her boots echoed through the corridor, letting everyone know she was coming. Her head held high, letting everyone know that she didn't care. She was tough, she was strong. That's what she wanted everyone to believe.
It was as she rounded the corner, making her way toward the upper deck when she saw the Navigator, Carina seeming to have a rough go of it.

Bobbie snorted. "Ya know, for a Navigator, you looks to be havin' a hard time walkin' straight," Bobbie said as she approached her then side stepping the woman, Bobbie rose her arms over her head and rested them there as she continued on. Pirates didn't care, even if she did sort of want to help her.

She then made her way to the Captian's cabin, where Lady Mercy and Kilian were waiting. Bobbie would never say it but she really liked Mercy, she was the type of woman Robyn dreamed of becoming, strong, stalwart, not a care in the world. No one could touch her. Bet she didn't have a missing arm. Bobbie smirked at her. Morning' Mercy." She said and felt like an idiot for even speaking and then rose a chin to Kilian, not really greeting him but acknowledging his presence.

Of all the people that Robyn didn't like, he was at the top of the list. She was supposed to be working under him since he was technically the Engineer, but Bobbie knew what she was doing, she'd been doing this shit since she was really small, he was probably still sucking his mother's tit at the age she was when she was working in the factories. At it didn't help that he tried to make sure she knew when she did something wrong, he wasn't even nice about it. She felt like he was always demeaning her like he didn't respect her just cause she was a kid. Oh, that twisted her gears...If he weren't so critical, then maybe she wouldn't mind but by the Maker, did he have to be such a twat, all the time?

"What we here for?" She asked, and if he corrected her grammar, she'd lose it. If Mercy did well, that was okay.

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz Character Portrait: Matrist Bromin
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Matrist Bromin


Upon hearing the captains announcement Matrist Bromin stretched and slowly scanned the horizon from his lookout post in the Wayfarers topsails. He had seen the most glorious sunrise, made all the sweeter by having survived combat with flying serpents the night before. He sighed and rolled his neck; as scout he had been posted on watch for the remainder of the night but now it was time to move on to other things. A smile stole across his face, hopefully more interesting things.

He gently ruffled the feathers of Xelos, his hawk companion. "Vaya kar na? Moltho foresh Xelos eh?" he slurred softly, "It's just going to be boring human stuff, go find your breakfast." He stood balanced briefly on the yardarm and with a great cry of "Vorra!", the hawks command to hunt, he launched Xelos into the air. Taking a moment to marvel and scan the horizon he realized much of the crew had started to group on deck, thanks in part to the captains call and the bellows of the first mate. There hadn't been much time to meet much of the new crew the previous night so he looked forward to seeing who he was serving with.

Grabbing on to one of the nearby shrouds he let himself fall forwards off the yard and whizzed towards the deck slowing himself with his gloves. Coming to a graceful landing, he then went over to join the rest of the crew, nodding at any who glanced his way.

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz Character Portrait: Matrist Bromin Character Portrait: Nadia Blackmoore
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Down by the ship's guns, Nadia was still busy cleaning off soot from the last of the cannons and grumbling under her breath. She had managed to keep the sky-serpents away from the powder storage with the help of one or two others, but some of the little terrors had singed parts of the ship, including the gunnery deck. And so here she was, cleaning up the mess they had made. At least the attack had provided her with the opportunity to vent her pent-up frustrations on something, as well as test some of the alchemical gunpowder made to be used in her flintlock. It was fun to fight fire with even better fire, and the mixture worked perfectly, seeing as her pistol hadn't melted in her hand during the fight. Making sure not to hit the ship was a nuisance, however.

The sudden garbled squawking over the ship's loudspeakers brought the gunner out of her reverie. She would have shot the nearest speaker she could see to get some peace and quiet, but after the lecture from last time, she had learned her lesson.

"What does he want us to vote for, anyways?" Nadia muttered to herself. "It's not like we're putting someone in office or anything..." Stifling a yawn, she rose to her feet, tossed aside the dirty rag she had been using to clean the guns and rubbed her aching back. Whatever this vote was about, she hoped it involved finding a place to get some proper shuteye. The gunner was certain that she was not the only one suffering from a lack of sleep.

By the time she had reached the captain's cabin, Nadia could see that several of the others were already present. It seemed she was neither too early nor too late, and that suited her just fine. Walking closer to the cabin, she leaned against the nearest wall, trusting its ability to prop her up more than her own two legs.

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Character Portrait: Cpt. Caintry Osborne Character Portrait: Varsh Terask Character Portrait: Carina Turais Character Portrait: Robyn 'Bobbie'  Janye Character Portrait: Lady Mercy Character Portrait: Jia Fang Character Portrait: Kilian Lutz Character Portrait: Matrist Bromin Character Portrait: Nadia Blackmoore
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Hammock swaying and a thoughtful expression beaming at the ceiling, Jia half-hung on the makeshift bed that was about as uncomfortable as it looked; a hand flicking the metal charms lined on her waist as she recalled yesterday’s events with little more than a footnote. She found herself admitting the bare dent she’d attributed in the fight when she realised punching floating mini-snakes wasn’t exactly a practical strategy. There was a Wuya saying equivalent to the bringing a knife to a gun fight, but it had eluded her at the time. So her first combat assessment was probably a cropped up checklist with all the results scribbled down in utter frustration, and the cook wondered if Caintry was about to throw her off proper for it. With a defeated sigh, she settled on taking today as it came. The captain hadn’t branded her just yet, and it didn’t look as though he had the personality for it.

Plus her cooking was at the very least salvageable, as if that was any consolation.

Moping proved useless, however, and the train of thought came to a screeching halt when the captain’s familiar voice came crackling through the intercom – static and stutter in all – prompting the cook to jump into action for this supposed meeting, all the way dreading the agenda as she hadn’t managed to shake off the niggling doubt of her value on the crew. Being the new kid on the block made it all the more gruelling, too.

Once the captain’s quarters were in sight, Jia noted that most of the crew had assembled. Sour faces abound, typical with rude awakenings given that many of the crew hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest yet. Neither had she (but probably hadn’t paid it any attention). And so, desperate not to set off anything to worsen her own problems, Jia contemplated a course of action before deciding on a simple acknowledging nod as she passed by most of the scowls. Only making an effort to greet the equally sour gunner, Nadia, who had presumably been up early to clean the mess on the gunnery deck. “You had rough night, huh?” She spoke, her native tongue conflicting with the inflections and pronunciation as per usual.

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Loud banging rattled the ancient wooden walls of the Healer's Quarters. Needless to say, Eire wasn't having the best day. Most of the crew would agree their night wasn't all fun and games, but no one, no one, loved sleep the way the young Arcadian did. The woman paced her medium-sized room that doubled as the sick bay for the crew, slamming cabinets open and closed again after grabbing various supplies for the crew. She stomped her feet [a habit she'd picked up from the flightless races] as she walked from one side to the other, but her light weight didn't give it the same satisfying THUD.

To make things worse, she'd been up all night preparing things for people who never showed. Feeling useless as well as tired, Eire sat twiddling her thumbs after healing her own wounds. Well, she actually spent her time whipping up a new pain elixir she'd been working on, but she felt as though her time was wasted nonetheless. Perhaps she should have been used to the members of her crew tending to lick their minor wounds in private by now. Eire couldn't help the disappointment that burned in her stomach, sometimes a girl wants to heal a nicely scrapped knee or a little snake bite. Healing only life threatening situations tends to get boring. Eire took a deep breath and settled her annoyance. Despite her feelings, she was happy that no one on the crew was grievously injured. To lose someone after the long months abroad would be even more disappointing.

With a resigned sigh, the cherub slumped down on her bed next to an open porthole and felt a chilly morning breeze roll in. Just as she got comfortable, the telltale crackle of an announcement filled the quieted room, "All hands on deck. All hands on deck for voting. Let me see here… oh yes, navigator, advisor, first mate, and sergeant needs to be posted on the quarterdeck, all others in front of the Captain’s cabin. That is all." It hadn't taken long for the healer to pick up the skills to decipher announcements made on the speakers, though she did suspect hers was one of the best behaved.

"Of course!" Eire called as she jumped back to her feet in one swift motion. She ambled to the door, swiping the elixir from her desk as she passed in case anyone had wounded more than their pride. With a flick of her wrist, magic flipped her 'DOCTOR IS IN' sign to the otherside. It now read: 'DOCTOR IS OUT; OF HER MIND'. She'd made it herself in a language only spoken in Arcadia, and as far as the crew could tell the sign only translates to the first half of the statement.

Though she wasn't in a hurry, Eire caught up to the growing party of her mates that had already arrived at the Captain's Cabin. Minutes after arriving, thought it felt like hours to the cherub, she was already bored. More than anything, she hated to be kept waiting. Sure, the officers likely had something important to discuss, but that didn't make it less boring. To find something to entertain herself with, she examined the crew. The minute her eye caught the first burn hole, her eyes flew to her own blouse. Directly to a rather large hole with singed edges just above her navel. Cursing aloud, she vowed then and there to use those foul beasts in her soul-sucking research should she ever see one again. This day couldn't get worse.

The Cannoneer's unique scent arrived long before he did. He trundled up the stairs with Carina in tow. The poor girl was hobbling in a fashion the healer had only seen in the extremely old or the extremely sick. Again, the Arcadian's temper flared a bit, but was quickly squashed by a more overwhelming wave of professionalism. As Shenk and the navigator joined the crowd, The healer eyed the red potion in the woman's hand. Scoffing inwardly at the painkiller, Eire offered the blue elixir to the Navigator and called, "You're going to be late at that pace; not even a quarter to the way of the quarterdeck." She laughed shortly at her own joke before adding, "Perhaps you should take this instead and stop by my Quarters after the vote. Please note should anything unusual occur. I hope it helps."

After sending Carina a hopeful smile, it didn't take Eire long to regain her previous boredom. Turning to Shenk she joked,"So. You're cheating on me with painkillers, eh?"

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As soon as Caintry swung open the door to his cabin he saw the crowd that was his crew waiting, and he silently cursed to himself, seeing as it was probably bad he was late to the meeting he called.

He gave a grin of appeasement and begun to walk through the crowd.

The first face in the crowd to standout was Killian, not because he had a pretty one but the fact that it expressed how little he wanted to be here. Caintry typically hired whimsically and sporadically, but engineer is one of the few positions of the crew that has to be filled to survive. Fortuitously, he had found Killian as a stow-away right after their last engineer had met his untimely demise, and Caintry was not one to waste fortune.
“Happy to see you, as always, Killian. I presume you are making friends,” said Caintry in almost a sarcastic chuckle, if detectable.

The next face in the crowd was that of the pale, cold, and hard Lady Mercy, and it just occurred to Caintry that she reminded him of a marble statue of sorts, the thought bringing yet another smirk that would be the many throughout the day. She was tall and tough, Caintry sometimes doubted whether he could take her in a fight although he would never admit it, and he could tell she underestimated her Captain, which he liked and was cause for the growing of the smirk. He could detect sadness behind the eyes of the statue, and he wondered if statues really did have the ability to peer into souls of the people who make eye contact, as the old women of his village would have him believe so long ago. Just for the sake of trouble and the analogy, he made sure to lock eyes in his greeting.
“Lady Mercy, I am shocked to see a single hair out of line,” he said playfully, not quite teasing, “Careful, some might mistake you for human.”

As Caintry continued his way through the crowd, his gaze now fell upon Robyn Janye, the cabin girl. Caintry had the talent of having lived a long time, and in that time he acquired the skills of reading eyes. However, you did not need that to see that Robyn was acting tougher than she was, and he almost admired her acting so tough. He wondered if she still thought that he was a pirate, but either way he might as well confuse her.
He let out a histrionic and dramatic “Aaargh!” with even the one closed eye and hooked finger as he passed.

Caintry barely noticed Matrist as he kept walking, the man having an almost uncanny ability to not be seen, and he shared something in common with him that he wondered if Matrist had noticed. Matrist, like Caintry himself and Varsh, were almost like people plucked from a different time, given Caintry was plucked back in time and Varsh and Matrist forward, and there was almost an understanding in a shared disposition.
Caintry simply nodded in his direction.

Next he saw Nadia leaning against a wall. She was one of the military trained people aboard his ship, but she seemed to lack the discipline one would see in a professional sailor, and that was good. The freedom and lack of structure he provides was much more suited for her creativeness, and he was happy to provide her with the environment, given she does not send the Wayfarer into the unknown below as the product of an experiment.
“I hope this time you were nicer to the speaker, or are you the one that is going to tell Robyn she better obtain running shoes,” he remarked with a nervous laugh, hoping that he did not actually have to buy a new speaker.

Next was Jia, the monk-cook. That was enough to hire her immediately, could not get much more unique than that, but he begun to wonder if the cook part of the title was just added to get the job. No matter, she had an interesting story, at least her eyes said as much, so he probably would have hired her with no cooking experience at all, if she had any now.
“Good to see you as always, Jia.”

For lack of time, not favoritism, he quickly rounded the corner, up the stairs, and took his positions among the officers and planners looking down on the rest over the railing; he made a note to give a greeting to those he missed. With a clearing of the throat, he began his briefing.

“A nice morn, I hope all slept well. You all look, well… terrible.” Caintry paused. He meant to only give a small introduction to each of the three islands, but as his devilish instincts tugged on the back of his mind, a smirk once again began to show itself.

“For many of you, this will be your first job done as a crewmember of the Wayfarer, and I assure you none of you know what to expect. A long time ago, I first came into contact with this beauty of a vessel in a rather special way. The Wayfarer was neither the first airship I found myself working for or the best equipped, but she has always been my favorite and the only one I actively tried to work for. Why? Story. She was the most interesting, simply. My old Captain brought me on as the ship’s scout, thief, cheater, or whatever you wanted to call me, and why did my glorious, honorable captain pick me? I was the best, and I was the most qualified in that degree of expertise. Obviously I did not stay in that position, I am now standing above you on the quarterdeck. So, that leaves the question: why did I bring you on? Surely, in line with the practices of my good Captain, I would carefully choose only the best for the job, the role, when selecting who is privileged enough to be a member of my crew. Well, no, not even close. Some of you, I wonder, probably never did the job you agreed to do before coming aboard. Most of you would not ever in your right mind agree to come aboard this airship, as well as no Captain in their right mind would ever hire you. Some of you had no choice but to come along, helping more than one of you escape your respective authorities, and some of you would have joined any airship. So, again, why did I choose you?

Your eyes.

Yes, you heard it right, I brought you on my ship based on what I saw in each of your eyes. This is not some poetic jab at the cliche “something greater within”. Within your eyes, I saw a mixture of… authenticity. I saw a story. I could not know whether you would serve faithfully and turn out actually suited for the job, such as when I took Varsh on as muscle, eventually being promoted, or stab me in the back and attempt to burn my ship down, literally in some cases in the past, but neither would I care. In short, you are not the most suited, but the most interesting for your respective jobs. You are, each and every one of you, fantastic stories.”

For a moment, an instant of noticeable sorrow fell over Caintry, a hiccup of melancholy or a blink of solemn, but he did not dwell.

“For many of you, this will be your first job done as a crewmember of the Wayfarer,” he continued, the signature smile that had only wavered returned and his tune still cheerful, “and although we are not heading into any of three islands with any certainty about anything, you can depend on the fact that we will find trouble, mischief, and something to preoccupy ourselves anywhere. That, my dear…” He thought to say friends, but stopped. “That, my dear crew, leaves us with our choices and your voting. You have had it rough enough lately, so I will let you decide where to dock. Well, I will let you vote on where to dock, and as long as your choice doesn’t sound absolutely dreadful that is where we will go… Well… Forget what I said, just vote on where to go.

Anyways, your choices are between Paradiso the pirate den, Parada the unexplored jungle-rock, or Perodo the peaceful colony that is probably dead. There is a possibility everyone is sleeping I suppose, but unlikely. Now, I can not tell you anything about Parada or Perodo, you know as much as I do, but I have been to Paradiso, so I might be able to answer some questions. However, I would really prefer not to.

You may give a short speech before your vote explaining your position, but all that is needed is a simple naming of the island."

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It didn't take long after his own arrival for the rest of the crew to show up. Why was he the first to appear? Well, discipline, probably. The other side of it was that he was among the few members of the crew who remained unscathed in last night's tussle with some beasts of the sky. Amazing as they probably were, he had little interest in trying to fight a flying snake thing. Besides, while he avoided any direct confrontation, he had his hands rather full dashing about here and there and trying to make sure the damn critters didn't set anything crucial on fire, nor tried to chew through the sail for whatever reason.

It was a good thing he could leave the machine room to Robyn for the most part. He wasn't on the best terms with the girl - not that he was on good terms with anyone, really, it was just that he had to deal with her a lot more than anyone else - but he was somewhat worried if she came topside, she would just get snatched away to a horrible fate. After all, the sky serpents gave the crew significant trouble, and he was among the least combat-capable people around. Which was saying a lot, really, because while he was just average by build, he was in fantastic shape. When he was invited by the captain, he expected to have to pull his weight fighting things as well, but that was entirely unnecessary in the end.

And he was happy for it, really. He didn't learn to fight because he wanted to, and while he had grown to enjoy physical activity of most kinds over the long years wandering the world and avoiding police and second-grade bounty hunters, he would rather not be forced to fight. Besides, it didn't seem like he could compete with the more combat-oriented members of the crew. The quartermaster, one Elric Mahal, was a mountain of a man. Though no longer young, he was big enough that he had to duck into most doors, and some of them were problematic for him to fit through because of his muscular girth as well. The next most imposing man was certainly Varsh Terask, a full head taller than Kilian and then some and with arms almost as thick as his legs. No less imposing was a certain Lady Mercy, which was the only name he knew her by, the formal enforcer slash captain's bodyguard. While not that much bigger than himself, the way she carried herself betrayed countless years of experience wielding the sword she had on her at most times.

The others, including the captain himself, he would dare to take in a fight, but not those three. While some looked significantly more threatening than himself, they didn't seem too skilled in combat or relied on weapons that had little utility in close quarters. Not that he was usually eager for violence, nor measured a person's worth by it. Rather, had this ship had a crew comprised of more ordinary folk, they might not have made it through last night, certainly not all of them.

"Cap'n." He acknowledged the man with a short word and a salute. Well, never having learned much of the military, he wasn't even sure if he was doing the gesture correctly, but it mattered little on this ship. Caintry proceeded to make a far more theatrical greeting than entirely necessary, eliciting a smirk on Kilian's own face a couple of times. The eyes, yeah right. More like how much of a weirdo they were. The crew were a collection of misfits, some more obvious and some less, but few were entirely normal. The captain himself was probably more than a little insane, a slightly twisted smirk basically never leaving his face. The people who seemed more normal in terms of character were probably Carina, their something of a pushover navigator, and Uriel, the adviser who certainly had some great assets. Jia was just very foreign, Robyn was a little girl who tried too hard to look tough, and himself, well, he was probably broken in more ways than he knew. What a merry bunch they all were.

"I'd rather go to Perodo." He voiced his opinion second, rather upset that Paradiso was the first one called out. It wasn't a good place, certainly not for someone like him. It probably housed more than a few of his old partners in crime he would rather never see again, as well as countless people he crossed, not to mention more bounty hunters that wouldn't mind going after him. His reward - even though offered separately by four governments - wasn't so great that people would chase him specifically, but who would pass on a bounty that came right to them? And while he could appreciate nature, a jungle island was a lot more nature than he would like, likely dangerous nature at that. Besides, Mercy did have a point. They couldn't count on an uninhabited island to provide supplies.

"I think we all need a small break, so a peaceful place sounds perfect." Kilian continued, deciding to give his argument more weight. "And if it is dead, there's going to be a lot of valuables we can just take. Say what you will about looting, it's practical." He shrugged. Depending on how long the colony had been silent and potentially dead, there might not be any fresh food around, but there would likely be preserves. Everybody made those and they could last years until opened. "Sure, there's danger, but it's not like Paradiso is safe, either."

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Arc I--Day 1

When Carina finally arrived at the quarterdeck, she was surprised to see everyone had assembled...except the Captain. Although...considering her clothes were still covered in ash, she probably wasn't doing very well in terms of presenting herself, either. At least Seeleheiler's potion got rid of the dizziness and at least some of the aches, so she could focus somewhat on whatever the captain had called them for.

For whatever reason, the first mate, Terask, wasn't wearing a shirt at all, as if he was proud of all the angry red burns and scratches covering his body. Either that, or it had gotten burned off. Of course, Terask was nothing if not resilient, so he was no doubt taking it well. On the other hand, the advisor, Rozinan, seemed like she hadn't suffered much from all the chaos last night. Perhaps she just hadn't gotten caught up in any fighting at all.

Leaning against a railing and folding her arms, Carina nodded in acknowledgement to both of them, but said nothing. (She didn't acknowledge the sergeant at all, he could get fed to the serpents for all she cared. He obviously felt the same way about her.)

Within a few minutes, Captain Osborne finally came out of his cabin with a smile, greeting some of the assembled crew members in his usual witty manner. And when he climbed up to the quarterdeck alongside them, he delved into a speech about how he chose everyone for his crew because...they were "interesting" or whatever. It took much of Carina's willpower not to roll her eyes throughout the whole thing, it felt like stalling in every sense of the word.

...although part of her just wanted him to stop talking so she didn't have to think about how she might not really good enough as navigator for this voyage...

At last, the Captain let them know about their options for where to restock. Parada was completely out of the question as far as Carina was concerned, you just couldn't trust a place no one knew anything about that couldn't simply be noted from outside observation. So...it was either the colony that had mysteriously gone quiet, or a place that was crawling with pirates and thieves. Hm...

"I also believe Perodo is our best option, Captain," Carina offered. "As Lutz has noted, even if it really has died out, there must be something we can make use of there. And dead or not, it seems more welcoming than Paradiso. Going into a thief den, especially after last night, would just be begging for trouble."

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Varsh stood upon the quarterdeck, silently observing the various crew come in various states of dishevelment for the meeting. He noted with satisfaction that most bore marks from the fight, showing that they had some semblance of a true warrior within them. His observations were broken by the entrance of the Captain and his light hearted talks with some of the crew. Varsh found the speech heartening, but it came in a very similiar vein to the same speech that Varsh had heard when he came on the wayfarer three years ago. He nodded in approval at Lady's Mercy's vote for Paradiso, and then grimaced at the two votes for Perodo. After Carina finished her spiel, Varsh cleared his throat, and spoke.

"As'Aran Carina, Lutz, Lady Mercy, you all speak well. But hear my words now, all of you. This choice of where we should sail should be a simple one. We have a choice between the known and the unknown. Yes, Paradiso is dangerous, but it is a known danger that we can sink our blades into. Perodo? For all we know disease could have swept the colony from existence, and no blade I know of can fight great sickness. We would die the worst deaths of all simply by setting foot there" as he spoke, his voice taking on a more melodic tone as his story voice came on, he fixed each crewman and woman in the eye "Better an enemy we can plan for and fight, then the great unknown. My vote goes to Paradiso, and may our blades swing true, regardless of the vote."

After finishing speaking, he nodded once, and crossed his arms, as if daring any to refute his seemingly infallible logic.

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Damascus coolly watched the crew as they fidgeted around waiting for the, remarkably late captain from his position leaning against a stack of crates behind the assembled members. The orb under the bandanna twitched as he decided to open its eye briefly to get a, new perspective on the crew. Barely visible under the bandanna a faint purple glow began to emanate as the orb fired to daemonic life. Filtering into his reduced field of vision came faint purple aetheric traces lacing the sky, following the ebb and flow of magic that was helping to keep the tub afloat, as well as the traces of the magically inclined of the crew.

Scattered throughout the assembled members of the crew were pinpricks and traces of magical energy. Some was retained in weapons, some from hands, eyes, whatever the foci of their craft he saw the traces of it. He noticed that in many of them the traces were much fainter, weaker than they were when he had first observed them as such. He could attribute this to the recent battle, and the general tiredness of the crew. One of the crew caught his attention by virtue of simple the amount of concentrated energy in one area. The young Cabin Girl, what was her name, Bobby? No matter, but the arm under the long glove was simply buzzing with purple aetheric traces. It had him curious as to why the arm was so imbued, but it wasn't his place to ask.

His thoughts, and indeed concentration, were interrupted by the, by court standards, quite grand entrance. The captain strode powerfully through his hirelings, nodding and interacting with those he seemed to know for either longer, or better than the rest. He was a good man, seemed personable, seemed to care for his crew. He'd known another captain of the same such vein. His left hand concealed under the cloak curled reflexively around the pommel of Lizbet, caressing its smooth cold metal with the care and grace one might treat a lover. Or a memory.

His thoughts were once more interrupted by the captain, this time by his words. Damascus wasn't going to lie, he'd expected this sort of filibuster from the captain before he'd opened his mouth. And Filibuster was all it was, something he was quite used to. His time in high court had been populated with such measures and he was proud to say he was one of the best at it. He didn't particularly enjoy it, he would rather say just what he needed to, but he was exceptionally talented at the intricacies of court and public and private conversation. While the Captain was certainly good at it, Damascus couldn't help but call it what it was, filibuster to appease a tired crew and build up to what the actual point was.

Your eyes. Yes, you heard it right, I brought you on my ship based on what I saw in each of your eyes. This is not some poetic jab at the cliche “something greater within”. Within your eyes, I saw a mixture of… authenticity. I saw a story.

Damascus couldn't help but scoff audibly at the man. Only having one eye, Damascus sincerely doubted that the captain had seen anything in his eye. None on board had seen beneath the bandanna, none on board had witnessed his shame, none of them could possibly have seen his story. He did not doubt that the captain had seen something in him, but he preferred to think what he saw was what Damascus had wanted him to see, a quick wit and a quicker blade.

This man must have been the son of a senator, Damascus thought as he listened to Caintry rattle on. He was almost proud of the man, almost wanted to see how he'd hold up in a noble court. But eventually the man got to the point and laid their options out of the proverbial table. Perodo, Paradiso, or Parada, a triple threat of P's. Privacy, piracy, or primeval it was a tough choice. He could see the merits of any of the places laid out before them. Though he had no intention of visiting another possibly abandoned settlement. Too much risk for repeated history.

"The way I see it is as such ladies and gentlemen," Damascus began pushing his shoulder off of the crates. Standing straight he ran a hand through his hair, setting it back away from his eye. "Each of these places holds... unique opportunities, as well as dangers. On the one hand we have Paradiso, a notorious hive of sin and villainy. Just the sort of place that any of us could lose ourselves in and rest reasonably undisturbed for a time. While there restock, rearm, refuel, and relapse into our.. finer habits," he said with a devilish grin. He began to pace behind the crew, much like a lawyer would making his closing arguments, every movement calculated for maximum effect, his cape billowing and swirling about his feet in a theatrical way. The captain wasn't the only one with a flair for the dramatic.

"On the back edge of that sword, it is a hive of sin and villainy. There are plenty of opportunities to find oneself in how shall we say, in a pit of trouble. Bounty hunters, assassins, high port taxes, truly dreadful stuff that." He paused to gauge reaction. "Now on the other hand we have Perodo, the silent settlement. If there are people still there wonderful, locals to trade with that have had no recent communication with the outside so we're likely to not be... ratted out. And if they're dead, unfortunate as that is, as Mr. Lutz so bluntly mentioned, looting is an option," he noted with a head nod and gesture to the man in question. "Again, on the other side of the coin, if they're alive and have been silent, there must be a reason. Perhaps a reason more sinister than we could imagine," he paused for a fraction of a second, memories tied to the statement flashing through his mind. Recovering almost immediately he continued. "Sickness, cultish behavior, pirate slaughter, daemons, it could be any number of things. We could be walking into as much of a trap there as we could be in Paradiso."

He paused and turned to face the crew. "Now Parada, not much to be said there, its a jungle plain and simple. And in the jungle, well we all know the dangers and rewards of such places do we not," he stated with a grin and sweeping gesture. "So here we stand, a choice of Privacy, Piracy, and Primeval, each could be as rewarding and treacherous as the last. I for one prefer the comforts of civilization, so my hand is cast for Paradiso. At the very least there we can be assured a warm bed, cold drink, and if so inclined welcome company."

Having said his piece he took a single step back to his stack of crates and resumed leaning against it. The habits of a noble and the court duties that go with it die hard. He was simply glad to see that the recent gauntlet of tribulation hadn't dulled his tongue any. Whatever the crew decided on, he would abide by, but he had a yearning to see the lights of civilization once more from the comfort of a glass of brandy, a comfortable bed, and a warm companion.

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Practically the entire crew had gathered at the behest of their captain, but the man himself was nowhere to be found. Big surprise there. Nadia let out another frustrated sigh, drumming against the wall with the fingers of one hand, this did little for her ill temper brought on by lack of sleep. The gunner perked up a little when she noticed the ship's cook approaching, however, and acknowledged her presence with a nod and a slight smile. She had gotten along fairly well with Jia since their new recruit's induction on the Wayfarer.

"Yeah. Rough day, too. Cleaning burn marks and sky-serpent guts isn't my idea of fun," replied Nadia wryly. Just then, the sound of the door to the captain's cabin opening caught her attention. Here he was at last. It felt like the crew had been waiting far longer than necessary for him to show his face. She quickly stopped leaning against the wall to make herself appear at least mildly presentable, then turned her gaze to the deck in embarrassment when Captain Caintry brought up the speaker she had previously wrecked. "No, Cap'n," she mumbled. The last thing she wanted was to have that brought up again, in front of the whole crew.

When the captain began his speech, Nadia mostly tuned out at first, expecting the same old sort of introductory spiel from her military days. But then came the odd part, the bit that got her attention, or at least her curiosity. Captain Caintry had picked the crew for their... stories? Did he intend to write about them in his memoires or something? Looking to the collection of misfits she would be calling her crewmates, the gunner almost missed out on what their leader had to say next. The reason why he had called them all here: to vote on their next destination. A pirate den, a wild jungle, or a ghost town? Decisions, decisions. Nadia listened carefully as some of the crew members cast their votes before deciding to make her voice heard.

"I don't see us getting restocked on a wildland, so it's a toss-up between Perodo and Paradiso, from the look of it," she said. "And if we dock at Perodo, we may end up running into what made the place a ghost town in the first place. At least we know where we are with cutthroats. Just keep our big 'uns in plain sight and we'll only have the idiots trying to mug us. My vote's for Paradiso."

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Eire had remained silent for a good portion of the voting, only piping up after Varsh to add, "I've got 10 blades to cut through illness right here!" She raised both hands and wiggled her fingers in a magical manner for effect. Usually, she'd have added an eyeroll at how pretentiously Varsh was speaking, but that just seemed to be how he was. He always seemed to be ready to fight whomever dared to contradict him, so of course Eire had to.

Truth be told, Eire couldn't care less where their adventures took them. As long as it was somewhere new, she'd be happy. However, she was still feeling a bit under utilized and was eager to remind people that she did actually have the ability to take away their aches and pains they all seem to grumble about constantly. Sure, she could just do it, but she preferred consent. Magically healing someone is a very intimate process, and it made Eire feel much less skeevy when the other party agreed to it.

In any case, the healer was eager to get underway to wherever as long as it had food and a nice place to take a nap.

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“Good morning.” Lady Mercy greeted, her tone as cool as usual. Robyn couldn't help a small grin but it faded when she realized that Lady Mercy didn't smile. She wasn't so easily amused. “I expect we’ll be finding out soon.” She went on answering her question and then went on to -seemingly- appraise the others that arrived. Robyn straightened her back, taking on the same posture and stern expression as Lady Mercy.

Shortly after, The Captain made his appearance, greeting each one of them accordingly. To her, he hooked a finger, closed an eye, and gave a wild "Argh" out of nowhere, startling Robyn a bit. She blinked and fought the urge to laugh. What the hell was that all about?

Soon the briefing began.
"A nice morn, I hope all slept well. You all look, well… terrible. He said and Robyn scrunched up her nose.

Rude, she thought as he went on.

“For many of you, this will be your first job done as a crewmember of the Wayfarer, and I assure you none of you know what to expect. A long time ago, I first came into contact with this beauty of a vessel in a rather special way. The Wayfarer was neither the first airship I found myself working for or the best equipped, but she has always been my favorite and the only one I actively tried to work for. Why? Story. She was the most interesting, simply. My old Captain brought me on as the ship’s scout, thief, cheater, or whatever you wanted to call me, and why did my glorious, honorable captain pick me? I was the best, and I was the most qualified in that degree of expertise. Obviously, I did not stay in that position, I am now standing above you on the quarterdeck. So, that leaves the question: why did I bring you on? Surely, in line with the practices of my good Captain, I would carefully choose only the best for the job, the role, when selecting who is privileged enough to be a member of my crew. Well, no, not even close. Some of you, I wonder, probably never did the job you agreed to do before coming aboard. Most of you would not ever in your right mind agree to come aboard this airship, as well as no Captain in their right mind would ever hire you. Some of you had no choice but to come along, helping more than one of you escape your respective authorities, and some of you would have joined any airship. So, again, why did I choose you?

Your eyes.

Yes, you heard it right, I brought you on my ship based on what I saw in each of your eyes. This is not some poetic jab at the cliche “something greater within”. Within your eyes, I saw a mixture of… authenticity. I saw a story. I could not know whether you would serve faithfully and turn out actually suited for the job, such as when I took Varsh on as muscle, eventually being promoted, or stab me in the back and attempt to burn my ship down, literally in some cases in the past, but neither would I care. In short, you are not the most suited, but the most interesting for your respective jobs. You are, each and every one of you, fantastic stories.”
He said and Robyn was sent back to the day she met Master Jacken. He told her the same thing...there was something in her eyes. To his credit, he'd sifted through her mind telepathically but it started with her eyes. That's what he explained to her.

To hear that again, from someone who'd never met Master Jacken and never will, made her want to see what they saw. The Captain saw a story.
She reached up, gripping her shoulder on her 'good' arm. Oh, she had quite the story, Master Jacken saw a kindred spirit. She made a note to pay attention to people's eyes. Apparently, they told quite a lot.

“For many of you, this will be your first job done as a crewmember of the Wayfarer,” he continued with a grin. “and although we are not heading into any of three islands with any certainty about anything, you can depend on the fact that we will find trouble, mischief, and something to preoccupy ourselves anywhere. That, my dear…” He paused causing Robyn to narrow her eyes some. “That, my dear crew, leaves us with our choices and your voting. You have had it rough enough lately, so I will let you decide where to dock. Well, I will let you vote on where to dock, and as long as your choice doesn’t sound absolutely dreadful that is where we will go… Well… Forget what I said, just vote on where to go.

Anyways, your choices are between Paradiso the pirate den, Parada the unexplored jungle-rock, or Perodo the peaceful colony that is probably dead. There is a possibility everyone is sleeping I suppose, but unlikely. Now, I cannot tell you anything about Parada or Perodo, you know as much as I do, but I have been to Paradiso, so I might be able to answer some questions. However, I would really prefer not to.

You may give a short speech before your vote explaining your position, but all that is needed is a simple naming of the island."
He said and Robyn already had her vote. One they needed supplies, she -as in her and Killin- needed more parts of the ship as well as a few new tools but Robyn also really wanted to see this pirate sky dock. She wanted to go to Paradiso.
Robyn rose her hand but then the others spoke before her and she dropped her hand. Did she even get a vote?

"Paradiso," Lady Mercy said, shocking Robyn into whipping her head in her direction. "We need provisions, do we not?" the white-haired woman went on to say and Robyn was shocked. She thought the same thing she did.
Inwardly, Robyn was cheering, having found something, however small, in common with the otherwise enigmatic woman. Robyn dropped her head to hid her grin, hoping that Lady Mercy did not see her gawking and smiling like an idiot.

The others went on to explain where they wanted to go and finally Robyn rose her hand again.

"Ah, Well, I don't know if I count as crew or if my vote even counts but I want to go to" She paused, her eyes flicking over to Lady Mercy before she continued. "We should to Paradiso, we need supplies in the Engine Room, new parts and such, I figure that's the best place to find something good." She said, not really that great at explaining herself as it was, so it just made it worse that she wasn't exactly being entirely honest. She did want to go to get new supplies but most because she was curious.

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Matrist Bromin


After descending to deck level and seeing some of the crew on deck, Matrist had taken up his post by the mast where he had remained unseen for the most part while he watched the rest of the crew come on deck. As they gathered and waited for the captain, Matrist could not help but reflect on the oddity of voting on a destination, in what should have been a rigid command structure. Never in his time standing the wall had this ever happened, surely, he mused, this could lead to dissent and possible mutiny down the road. However, if the captain wanted to pursue decision making structures that meant it was more likely for Matrist to be able to fulfill his own mission so much the better.

Eventually the captain did come out and took a quick turn around the crew, to Matrists surprise he was noticed and nodded at. A strange feeling ran through him at the time, as it seemed as though the captain understood how he felt as if he had jumped forward in time. The island of Dimmar was a woefully technologically bereft place, however because of that magic ran in the veins of the folk there more strongly than many other places, deep, and old, strange, and wild. However, Matrist did not wish to give away any of his background or ties to that place yet. Though it was rare to find people who had traveled to Dimmar, and rarer still to find those who knew anything of the Mistwalkers, their reputation as assassins, and more specifically mage-hunters, tended to make people.... uneasy. So instead he gave the bow of the outer Torrad islands; right hand across his chest over his heart, the palm outwards, a slight inclination of the head, and but the barest bend at the waist. It was more the impression of what might have been a bow, but they were a proud people.

The Captains speech was illuminating, full of passion and conviction, though hiding the glimpses of unknown stories as well. Charismatic and yet somehow unknowable, he spoke of recruiting the crew for the stories glimpsed in their eyes. Matrist almost chuckled, there would certainly be few people with eyes as unusual as his; over-large and glowing a blue in the faintest way you might not even notice. He offered them choice, decide he said, where shall we go, and one by one the crew spoke up. Some cast their votes simply, and some would be orators persuaded and cajoled, some used bravado, and some used simpler appeals. Ultimately, there could be only one choice when the votes were all numbered. Seeing this, and knowing that the fulfillment of his true mission could occur at any of their ports of call, Matrist elected a different route.

Either entirely unnoticed by the majority of the crew or forgotten of in the self interest of voting, Matrist stepped forward and into the silence spoke the first words many of the crew had heard from him.

"Where my Captain goes, I follow" Simply that, no more needed to be said and he was not a man to waste words or blow hot air when his task could be simply accomplished. With a nod to Caintry at his spot, he resumed his lean against the mainmast.

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The Captain of the Wayfarer simply nodded, confirming his recognition of the votes, and with that he made his exit, a polite farewell as he went back into his cabin. With that, everyone was to go back about their business, everyone fulfilling their roles, and now the calmness of the morning was replaced with the melody of regularity and plentiful toil, same old same old.




Another morning, several after the one aforementioned, was beginning to form as the sun found its way over the western horizon, the thick clouds of the sky-bed seeming less fantastic now as they drew near a clearly visible, vibrantly green island in the distance, and making its way skimming the less impressive clouds was the Wayfarer, expedient with a purpose. As the airship drew near, one could make out the island in detail, sandy shores giving way to thick jungle with a single rocky peak protruding in the middle, and in a rocky cove laid a visible settlement, a dark red-brown from being made of the wood of tropical trees. The settlement was built into the high rocky walls of the cove, wooden buildings being built into the sides with wooden walkways and bridges connecting the two-hundred and seventy degree rock face by several levels. The island seemed to fit the name Paradiso very well, enticing and beautiful like a femme fatale, but sometimes the mesmerizing lights and jovial music of the pirate den, the freedom it radiated, was accompanied by the screams of a rape victim or the crack of the odd flintlock shot. It, in fact, was a grand summary, a poetic representation, of all piracy and what pirating had to offer; wonderful glory and grit reality.

The Captain of the Wayfarer stood at the helm. The vessel drew nearer, now even the smell of festive food made its way to the crew if any cared to whiff, but suddenly the ship changed direction, driven by the captain. Although hugging the shoreline just off to the side of the infamous pirate cove, the ship was making its way, slowly, around the island, and it was clear to anyone he had no intention of going to the den anytime soon...

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Bobbie was excited. She couldn't wait to set foot on an island. A Kingdom of thieves, where anyone could find work because they didn't care for rules. There were no rules. Sure it was dangerous but she wasn't afraid. She'd seen more than her fair share of horrors not to be. She barely waited for the ship to dock before he hopped off. Kilian could order the parts they needed while she explored.

A smirk on her lips, she looked around. The place was alive and minus the few screams here and there, it was music to her ears. The street she wandered down was filled with people, they were all different colors, even a few had her shade. She was so giddy she could have giggled. She didn't though. Lady Mercy never giggled. Robyn couldn't remember if she'd ever seen the woman smile.

She turned down a corner and found herself in a tavern were jaunty music was playing but there was no band, it was playing through a Victrola, she could hear the needle cracking the music. It just her in like a siren's songs and she smiled as she entered, bobbing her head slightly to the music. She made her way to the bar and pulled herself up on a tall stool that was too tall for her not to climb into. She spun toward the bar top and banged on the table. The barkeep was a scarred up old man. He looked at her like she was nuts. He probably was right.

"Your best rum." She ordered, trying to sound like her best pirate. He arched a thick brow. "Get out, kid." He said flatly and her expression dropped. "Why?"
"I ain't serving no kid, much less a little girl, no rum. Beat it."
"I got coin." She said and he gave her a dry look. "Who'd you steal it from?"
"I didn't, besides, would it matter if I did?"
"I don't believe you, and yes, it would because that means someone will be looking for it."
"Well I didn't steal it, I earned it, I work on a ship."
He gave her a once over. "As what?"
She wouldn't dare say Cabin girl so she rose her chin. "I'm the engineer." She said proudly, her hands on his fist, her back straight and her chin high. The man rolled his eyes. "You're a shit liar, Kid."
"I ain't lyin!" She said, slumping. "I work in the engine room." She said and gestured to the soot that seemed permanently marred her face. He looked at her and his face softened. "Look, Kid you're cute so I'll give you something to drink but it ain't gonna be no rum, I don't want your rape on my conscience, so I'd rather you be sober." He said and Bobbie looked horrified. He called her cute.... She wasn't cute? Was she? If she was, she'd need to change that? She wasn't no damn kittens, Kittens were cute, Pirates weren't cute and to make matters worse, he thought she'd be raped. By the Maker, what a thing to say.

He came back with a glass and some juice of some sort. She looked over her glass and swore to the maker if it was apple she was going to lose it. She rose it to her lips and sniffed. It was orange. At least, he didn't give her some apple juice like she was a Maker-damned toddler. She reached inside of her satchel for the coins but he waved her off. "It's on the house, just don't get hurt, kid." he said and went back to serving the other patrons. She sighed. "I'm not cute." She murmured as she sipped her oranges juice. "I disagree." said a voice from behind her. She turned with a deep frown to see a moderately handsome man staring back at her. He had stringy dark hair, green eyes, and sunburned olive skin. He smiled at her. He was older than her but younger than most of the people on her ship if she had to guess. "The fuck are you?" She said and he smiled. "Call me, Giles."
"Fuck off, Giles." She said and turned back to the bar. "Oh, that's not very nice." He said, leaning his arm on the bar and she sighed dramatically. "That's the point, Perv, Piss off." She said and he held a hand to his chest. "You wound me." He said. "I'm only being nice." He said and put a hand on her shoulder. She arched an eyebrow.
"You're being a creep." She said and grabbed his fingers from her shoulder like his hand was a dirty rag. "Can't I just be nice to a pretty girl." He said and grabbed her hand as if he'd kiss her knuckles. She snatched her hand away. "Not if she don't want you to, Creep!" She shouted and looked for the barkeep but he wasn’t there anymore. Damn it all.
He snatched her hand back and yanked her forward some. "I'm being nice, don’t make me angry." He hissed and she snarled. "I'm being nice, don't make me angry," She snapped and he grabbed her wrists so hard that it felt like it was going to bruise. With her 'good arm' she reached out to the nearest plate, and the orb beneath her long glove caused the gears in her hand to whirl to life, magnetized, a fork flew from the plate into hand and she turned in a blur she slammed the prongs into his arm. He howled. "Cunt!" He swung at her, and she ducked, stumbled back on her hands and bottom. He scowled down at her, pulling the fork from his arm. "You'll pay for that!" he said and she didn't see the scabbard at his hip until he pulled a cutlass free, and swung it madly at her head. She ducked and rolled as he came down with the thing. She clamored to her feet, ducking the singing blade as he swung at her. The patrons of the bar watched but did nothing. Fucking hell, what is wrong with these people. Weren't they gonna help her? She dodged another manic swing. No, no they were not.

Fuckers.

She ran deep in the bar, hoping he'd swing and hit somebody else and then he'd be their problem but instead he stopped swinging and just gave chase. Luckily, for her, she was quick, navigated trickery places than this. She ducked under tables, sliding on her knees to avoid a wild grab. She leaped over a chair or two, grabbed an empty bottle and tossed it at him. She didn't have time to see if it struck but she heard a grunt and the bottle smashed. She hoped to the Maker she hit him. "The fuck was that?" Called a large sounding man.

No, she did not hit him. She turned to see a large man getting up out of his chair, and he snatched her by the real arm, holding her like a vice. She gulped. "Sorry, wasn't meant for you, He's chasing me." She told the man as Giles stopped. He looked panicked but then pointed. "She's a thief, she's got my coins." He said and her eyes went wide. "Liar!" She hissed. The man looked between them. Giles with his fine clothes and clean blade, and he with her messy face, and ragged clothes. She looked like a thief and he looked like a mark. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as he eyed her. "Grab the thief and I'll pay you." He said and Robyn didn't wait for him to decide, she grabbed his arm with the other, and the gears in her hand whirled to life, even through the leather, the orb shone through. She closed her fingers and bones popped in her grip. The large man cried out and Giles looked at her wild-eyed. His eyes on that arm. He noticed...he noticed and he wanted it. "I'm gonna take that arm and beat you with it." His gaze told her. The man released her arm and she took off. She bolted from them, and leap onto the bar. Something loud whizzed past her head, causing her to stop and duck. She looked over her shoulder to see the large man with a pistol in his hand, smoke streaming from the barrel. She wasted no more time as she ran down the bar top, upsetting plates and cups and bottles, he managed to get a few shots off before having to reload again. She ran like the devil, and jumped off the bar top and to the door, he fired twice more before she fell out of the door. Something sharp hit her arm but she didn't stop. She weaved through alleys, over food carts, through a few people. It wasn't until her arm, her real arm burned hot that she looked down. Blood streamed down her arm. "Ah." She hissed covering her arm with her other hand. Pain induced tears glossed her eyes. Damn it all to hell, she went and got herself shot. The barkeep told her not to get herself. Maker, she was useless. She turned back, her eyes scanning the crowd. She didn't see them. Maybe she lost them.

"This way!" She heard Giles hiss and she looked followed the sound. How did he see her? She couldn't see him. She looked down and sighed. She left a bloody trail. "Shit" She cried and started running again, this time, considerably slower than before. If she could make it to the ship, she'd be alright. Lady Mercy could help her. Hell, she'd take anybody right now. The Captian? Kilian even. He wouldn't let her be taken by these too. She hoped. She should have stayed with him. Maybe he was looking for her? Saw that she was missing. He always said she was trouble? She looked ahead but she was swallowed by a sea of people. If she could just make it to the port.

She ran toward the port, and it seemed like she was bumping into everyone. Her arm burned and she was shaking, from fear, and blood loss. She'd been here before.
Panic started to set in. What if she lost this arm too? Tears stung her eyes as she ran. She looked back, and she choked out a sob. They were right on her tail. The big man wasn't aiming at her but he and Giles both were hot on her heels. She ran harder until she slammed into someone who caught her by the arms. She closed her eyes before she saw them. She didn't want to see it. She knew she was doomed.

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Kilian made sure to give the captain as many disapproving glances as he could manage over the several days it took them to get to Paradiso. This was the one island he certainly didn't want to come back to, even more than those that put a bounty on his head. Dealing with law enforcement and bounty hunters was one thing. Dealing with straight up rotten criminals who pretended to have some sort of code was completely different. What sort of supplies were they hoping to get in this place anyway? There were none to be head. It was an island of pirates, nobody grew food or made anything here. Whatever was for sale in this place was either stolen from someone else or purchased elsewhere, meaning its quality and price were both sub-par. You couldn't even haggle properly with these savages, they'd just start resorting to threats.

He would much rather not land and instead wait with the ship, but of course, there was no way he could. He was the engineer, one of the two people - the other being the cook - who absolutely did have to go. Technically, the quartermaster could take care of provisions instead, but not spare parts and tools. The differences between some were so subtle that a layman would be certain they got the right thing and still be wrong - and that's not considering the fact the pirate "merchant" who would be selling these was probably just as ignorant of the finer details, or intent on fooling them. Robyn could be trusted with the task, but he would rather not. Oh, she was capable, but who was going to take her seriously? He certainly didn't at their first meeting, although she did act like a complete brat. But who was to say she wouldn't here? Careful consideration didn't seem to be one of her strong suits.

Except while he was busy picking out parts that didn't have signs of having started to rust and being cleaned off from the "wide assortment of premium" second-hand wares, the girl ran off somewhere. He would have preferred if she just stayed on the Wayfarer, perhaps did some basic maintenance, but he didn't go beyond suggesting it. She wasn't his subordinate for him to order around, and even if she had been, he suspected she would have simply disobeyed and gone anyway. That would have been even worse, because nobody would know she was on the island for a while. At least he knew that he was supposed to look for her.

"Hold on to these for now." He told the self-proclaimed mechanic come parts dealer. "I'll grab them on my way back, and you'll get the coin." He wasn't nearly stupid enough to pay for this stuff and then leave it lying around. But as he had to look for Robyn, he would rather not lug around some fifteen pounds of metal and oil. Especially since the trek back was going to be over rough terrain, because - for some reason - they couldn't just dock in the harbor like every sane person did.

"Gotta look out for you little girlfriend?"

"Sure do." Kilian just agreed, knowing there was no sense in speaking to people who made that kind of "hilarious" jokes. Where was he to start looking? The shanty town - which was the whole town - wasn't massive, but it was very crowded. The alleys were also a complete mess, winding ceaselessly and needlessly, often going into circles. This place was mostly built by people who knew nothing of architecture or urban planning, so paths formed around houses built seemingly at random. Perhaps there was some grand design to it all, but he couldn't see it. And speaking of seeing, there was no way he would find her just by looking around.

After being told to screw off in a variety of ways, he had finally run across a few people who weren't above answering if they had seen a young girl. Their instructions led him toward the port and also worried him greatly. Apparently, they did see a bronze-skinned girl run from a couple of men while clutching her arm. He didn't bother asking why they just watched it happen and instead made haste. He couldn't be certain it was Robyn, but then again, how many other kids would be running around Paradiso? None, he hoped for a number of reasons.

The commotion was not difficult to find. A chase on the streets wasn't a very rare occasion around the place, he assumed so anyway, but it was easy to tell where one passed. They left a pattern in a crowd that was all for such spectacles. When he came upon the scene, however, she was already caught. A big man was holding her arm while another approached with a weapon drawn, and the girl was bleeding. He instantly regretted having told the crew they could handle this on their own: he would really not mind having one of the more violence-inclined members around right now. Having one from the start might have prevented this mess from happening in the first place.

"What the...!"

"Sorry." Kilian apologized to a man who was previously sorting something inside a crate as he literally pulled a small stool from beneath him. He preferred tavern brawls: those places had plenty of furniture, dishes and cutlery to make use of. At least he found something; a crate or barrel were too unwieldy for him to use. He dashed forward and just smashed the poor wooden bit of furniture against the larger one's temple, causing the guy to collapse. Whether he was dead, knocked out or simply stunned, it was all good in his book. The other guy turned to the unexpected threat, but not before receiving a kick in his ribs and stumbling backwards from it.

"What a big man you are, picking on little girls." He mocked the surprisingly fancily dressed assailant as he quickly glanced around. Not the best place to be getting into a fight, especially for someone else.

"What's it to..."

"You look the type to be someone else's "little girl" every other night, so I guess you wanted to take it out on somebody?" Kilian interrupted him. The large guy grunted so he coldly stomped on his head again, trying to make sure he was out of the picture this time. That was when he noticed the dropped pistol.

"Fuck you!" The man with the cutlass charged forward, only to stop as he saw a gun's barrel pointing at his face. The engineer had only a few moments, but he noticed it was loaded. That was good, in case he would have to back up his bluff with action. As they said, don't bring a knife to a gunfight. Of course, Kilian had little idea how to use firearms, but even he wouldn't miss at this range.

"Screw off while you're in one piece." He said, lowering the gun to point at the guy's crotch instead. That seemed to have the desired effect, and the man backed away. Who knew for how long, though? He didn't seem to be friends with the one on the ground, but that didn't mean he had none around. They needed to leave, quickly. Glancing at Robyn, he removed his belt and tightened it around the wound on her arm. It wasn't perfect by any measure, but it was the best he had. After deliberating it for a couple of seconds, he scooped her up into his arms and started hastily walking away. They needed to get to the ship for her treatment.

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Arc I--Day...uh...something.
Paradiso


As one could expect from a pirate haven, Paridiso was noisy, dirty, and pungent. Although Carina wanted an opportunity to take a walk and clear her mind, she had doubts she'd be able to do much of that in this place.

Over the past few days, she hadn't said much to anyone other than Seeleheiler, and that was just for her checkup. Thanks to the healer's expertise, Carina was in reasonably good shape again. Even so...maybe she shouldn't have kept hiding the cause of her condition from Seeleheiler? Something in her--maybe some foolish pride--just didn't want to discuss her problems, even to the healer of all people.

Besides, she had enough "problems" as far as the other crew members were concerned, didn't she? Even now, Carina didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone about her worries. They probably all saw her as foolish for wanting to go to Perodo and avoid having to deal with any of the resident pirates here, anyway. Well...okay, maybe Shenk wouldn't, but she had a hard time understanding his accent...and trying to ignore the thick scent of gunpowder and chemicals.

In any case, the only meaningful thing Carina could really remember saying to anyone other than Seeleheiler was volunteering herself to obtain water supplies for the journey, as they were running out of that as well. Originally, she had hoped to take a walk, but it seemed more appealing to just get the water and leave by now. But where were they selling water...?

After a few minutes of wandering--and ignoring men who were trying to court her--she did find a shop where they were selling casks of water. Obviously, one would be very difficult for Carina to carry all the way back to the ship, let alone enough for the journey. Maybe...she had to get help from Terask to do this? Using her power for this sort of thing definitely seemed like it'd attract unnecessary attention.

Taking out a small notebook from one of her pouches, Carina jotted down some notes on the location of the shop, looking around to make sure she had all details correct. Hopefully, there would be someone willing to lend a hand to her for thinking she could carry so many casks of water by herself.

Even so, she should probably try with one so there was something to show for her efforts. Stepping into the shop, Carina fished some coins out of her pocket--distressingly, it didn't look like she had much left at this point. Seems she had to learn to mind her spending in the next port...this wouldn't reflect very well on her if she had to ask the others for money, though. She probably had enough for three, four casks?

The shopkeeper looked up at her lazily. "Ya need twice that for one cask," he mumbled, as though he had just gotten out of bed.

"Twice?" Carina repeated in disbelief, feeling her face go pale. Great. She couldn't even get a reasonable amount of water for the ship like this. It was her own fault for not minding her spending more in the previous towns. Well...sacrifices had to be made for her crew, and she probably couldn't convince this shopkeeper to drop the price just for her--especially not by force, she didn't need to cause even more trouble for the crew. Reluctantly, Carina fished out some more coins and placed them on the counter, hoping she had enough for a second one on the second trip.

Grumbling something that sounded vaguely like gratitude, the shopkeeper sluggishly hauled himself up and lumbered to the back of the shop, picked up one of the casks, and brought it back, with barely any effort. As Carina took it from him, her eyes widened at how heavy it was--but she quickly reached out with her mind, lifting up the water inside into the air to reduce its weight. Immediately, a stinging pain dashed through her body, but she managed not to cry out as she hoisted the cask onto her shoulder.

Now, the shopkeeper cracked an eye open wide at her. "Lass, ain't that a bit heavy for a littl' girl like you to be carryin'?" he questioned, actually sounding somewhat concerned for once.

"O-of course. Don't worry, I'm stronger than I look." Carina flashed a smile at him, even though she was only half-telling the truth, and turned around to make the journey back to the Wayfarer with the water. Since she only really needed to think about the weight of the cask and not its contents, she could focus more clearly to remember her way back. The pain continued to run through her arms and legs, but she convinced herself to endure it at least until she got back. Hopefully, Seeleheiler wouldn't be too upset about having to look her over again.

However, as she kept walking, her eyes caught onto a familiar head with white hair. Oh, that was Lutz, wasn't it? But...wait, was he...bleeding? Wincing as her body protested from having to use her powers and walk faster, Carina quickened her pace so she could keep pace with him. "Lutz, is that you? What happened to--"

As she caught up with him, her eyes trailed down, and she gasped when she realized the one who was bleeding was not Lutz, but in fact his assistant, Janye. She was bleeding from her arm, and in tears, unlike her usual tough act. "...h-how did this happen?" Carina stammered, feeling her face pale. "Is she going to be okay?"

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The days following the vote on their destination had been somewhat stifled as those with doubts about their chosen destination appeared a little more withdrawn, but overall the feeling the crew appeared to be good spirits. Well other than the slight malcontent among the crew caused by a faint singing which had seemed to echo above deck during the twilight hours recently. The source wasn’t quite apparent with the, presumed female voice filling the night’s air for a little while at varying times with old sounding songs they couldn’t quite place or fully comprehend the words.

Elric knew full well that despite his warnings that his granddaughter had continued her midnight strolls through the decks of the ship and had now also taken to filling her time in with song; and as much as the tunes often made him smile he knew it was unlikely to garner them any friends should she be discovered. As he made his way through below he thought back to the hold where he’d left her earlier and the argument over him going ashore with the crew and leaving her trapped. It had ended with him taking his supplies for trade and sealing the door behind him for all the good it clearly did to halt her exploration.

He turned sharply down towards the galley and mess, ducking his head to pass through several of the arched doorways of below. As he reached his destination he wondered if he’d have been better off checking elsewhere but nonetheless he thought this might be the best place to take it. He put down his large satchel of goods onto one of the benches in the mess and carefully withdrew a couple of jars, filled with a rich honey. He glanced around the room, trying to see if there was anyone else down here but not managing to do so.

”Jia, I thought you might have use for these. So thought I’d drop em off a’fore I head into town.” he called out waiting for a reply before lifting the honey to his eye and inspecting them to make sure they were two of the best he’d brought and gently placed them onto one of the benches their cook used to prepare meals in the galley.

He glanced around once more to see if their cook had appeared before shrugging and heading out and above deck, pulling his furs and leather overcoat a little tighter around him. As he strode across the deck he wasn't able to see the others and wondered if they'd already went on ahead or were still below. Regardless of their location he set off down the boarding plank to the ground unsheathing the axe from his back, which was more of a polearm especially given how he started to use it as a walking stick; planting the butt of the weapon against the ground in time with his footsteps. A moment or two later he heart the faint pad of something soft on wood before a light thud behind him signalled that Kaela had joined him as he ventured inland.

The Quartermaster had little worries about the supplies aboard but they’d always need more so he figured he might as well check the area for game as well before trying to see if civilisation has anything to offer. He spent much of the walk on the lookout for any tracks as well as setting up a few traps to check on his return trip but as time passed the ship grew smaller behind him and distance to the town grew smaller. However the thing which caught his eyes as he approached was not the town nor its inhabitants but rather the cluster of figures who seemed both equally familiar and somewhat distressed.

”What’s up with the wee lass?”

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Bobbie kept her eyes closed as he was spun around, facing Giles she figured. She heard him huffing and puffing on the way forward. "You'll pay for that, cunt" He hissed and she just kept her eyes closed. He was going to take her arm, or at least try and went it didn't work, he was going to kill her. Damn it. She didn't want to die. She wasn't ready to die yet.
She squeezed her eyes as tight as she could against the pain on her arm, trying to hold back tears. Suddenly, there was a crash, and she was released, it caused Robyn to open her eyes. Once her vision cleared, she stood stunned to find that, one, the big man that had been shooting at her was the one to have found her. How that happened wasn't important, because two, he was down, and Killian was holding pieces of a broken stool.

He found her. Somehow, he found her in this mess of an island. He found her.
"What a big man you are, picking on little girls" He said and she would have cracked a smile if her arm wasn't in so much pain. Why couldn't he have shot the good arm? She held the wound closed, blood seeping through her gloved metallic fingers.


"What's it to..."

"You look the type to be someone else's "little girl" every other night, so I guess you wanted to take it out on somebody?" 
Killian said and Robyn smirked but jumped when she heard the man that held her groan. Killian proceeded to stomp the man back into unconsciousness and continued with Giles. Her vision began to blur, and blackness dotted her vision. She wasn't sure what happened next but Giles was gone and Killian was facing her. She stood there looking at him, blinking, sniffing, huffing and shivering. It got mighty cold all of a sudden?

Killian removed his belt and for some reason, Robyn thought he was going to beat her for her folly. Hell, she deserved it, and at this point, she'd take the beating if it meant she didn’t have to deal with this place alone.

Instead of beating her, he kneeled and wrapped the belt around her arm. "I'm sorry." She managed quietly, and then suddenly, he scooped her up, and beat a hasty retreat. Robyn rested her head on his chest, sobbing quietly. She swore to herself she'd been less of a brat to him. He didn't have to save her, he could have left her to her fate and been rid of her for good.

"He was gonna take my arm." She whimpered to him. Killian was the only one to know about her arm so she knew she didn't have to go into detail. She was, however, going to explain how he knew about it in the first place but she was getting very sleepy all of a sudden, she could barely keep her eyes open and it was cold. This was a tropical place, why was it so cold.

"It's cold?" She murmured just before she heard a few familiar voices but her eyes long since closed and she didn't have the strentgh to open them.

"...h-how did this happen? Is she going to be okay?"
”What’s up with the wee lass?”

"why is it so cold?" She muttered before darkness took her.

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"I bet you are, dumbass." He grumbled as she apologized. It was probably really mean of him to insult the girl, especially since she was seriously wounded, but she sort of deserved it. Robyn didn't technically need to apologize as she had done nothing to hurt or offend him. Rather, the only person she owed an apology was herself for getting into some mess within an hour of walking around the damn island. He warned her against the dangers of a real pirate den, nothing like their ship of misfits and lost souls, but he didn't want to order her around or keep her on a leash. But perhaps he should have, for her own good.

"Of course, now everybody and their grandma shows up. Not when they would have been useful." Kilian cursed in his mind, but said nothing. Well, perhaps they weren't completely useless at this point. Not Carina, their navigator who was somehow even smaller and skinnier than the orphan girl who had to work in a factory to not starve, and for whatever reason pulling along a large cask of water that probably weighed almost as much as herself. Why did she have that anyway? He sort of remembered her volunteering to get water for the trip ahead - he didn't usually pay much attention to what others did, as long as it didn't concern him - but surely she wouldn't have gone on her own when she was very obviously unfit for manual labor? Except, evidently, she did. Was she trying to prove something or just an idiot?

"Don't know." He gave a very short reply to her question, not wishing to lose his breathing rhythm. Robyn wasn't all that heavy, but he wasn't some musclehead and he needed to keep the pace. Why ask him anyway? He wasn't a doctor. He never pretended to be, either: basic first aid was all he knew. Luckily, the other person who showed up was potentially more useful, their resident bear-man. He was no longer young, but if he kept that shape at this age, that might not slow him down.
"She got hurt, perhaps badly." He answered straight to the point. "Think you could run her back to the doc?" He asked, feeling quite hopeful. He knew he'd be dead tired carrying the girl back if he just walked quickly, but to Elric, her weight might not mean anything. Even if he couldn't run as fast as Kilian - which was a pretty big 'if' actually - he looked like he'd be able to keep a better pace the whole way.