Introduction
"Bear with me lass, the tale I tell is no lie. It's no fairy laden story from your childhood, no girly, this is a legend, not a myth. And I will cut the tongue from your mouth if you say, there be no difference." The captain stood before her, basking in the dim glow of the candle light. The room she stayed in was small and cozy, better than anything the streets had to offer her.
"Back in the old day's, much older than even meself, these miserable floating dirt piles they call Islands were once gorgeous and lavishly painted with plants. Some of them even had lakes."
"Lakes?" asked the girl, unaware of what the mysterious word referred to. The captain laughed a whole-hearty laugh, deep and jolly. The old man stroked is beard for a moment.
"Lakes, are big puddles of water that are alway's there. Not like anything you've ever seen in that old rust-bucket you call a city. You see a long time ago, people got their water from the earth below instead of harvesting the clouds."
She imagined the lake but was unsure of what she had pictured was anything like the real thing. The Captain was right, she was only familiar with the steel plates that made up the sky cities. Her only memories were of the cold streets that she would roam all alone. Clean water was hard to come across in the lower districts. She had never explored the cloud sea, the floating rocks that rose from the "old-lands" below the cloud cover, deep in the miasma. She was simply a bird whose wings had not yet grown enough for her to fly, and the nest was her whole world. That is until the captain came along.
The Story
About three thousand years ago a cataclysmic event caused the destruction of the world. The earth became coated in a thick miasma, a poisonous and corrosive air that brought death to anything that was exposed to it. Out of nowhere the poison had begun to seep from deep inside the planet, causing destruction with earthquakes as the air pushed it's way into the surface. Frightened of their impending doom the people of the earth looked to their greatest minds for salvation.
A year later a professor named Alexander Belmont, brought forward blue prints for massive ships that would carry the people to safety. The ships would float to the sky above the reach of the deadly poison. There they would wait out the suffering, wait for the earth to become pure again so that they could return to their beloved homeland. At first people were skeptical, and rejected his idea. After many trial and error experiments he finally succeeded in creating a functioning model. He took the model to his country leaders who provided funding for the project and allowed for him to build a fully functional life size ship. People were amazed by his scientific genius and adopted his idea as their best chance of survival.
The ships were built and took in as many people as they could before lifting up into the sky. Many people were left behind, many of which were Elves because they were not seen as equals to the Humans. As the ships rose one by one they watched as the miasma created thick clouds, covering the atmosphere and blocking their view of their previous home. The clouds grew on top of each other, creating a thick shield that prevented the miasma from reaching the ships.
After a while the ships prepared to sail back down, but were greeted by a strange sign. Floating rock islands that carried parts of cities and towns, or parts of forest or mountains.The captains and political leader's from all the ships held a meeting to discuss the meaning. Scientists figured the miasma had broken up the earth and disrupted its magnetic poles, and a certain ore within the rock caused the islands to lift up into the sky due to impossibly strong magnetic forces. They believed that there would be no return to their previous home. They then discussed what their future plans would be.
After the meeting people began to gather what they could from these rising islands, that would sometimes disappear below the cloud cover. They added to the ships combining them together, creating cities carriers of civilization which hovered above the surface of the adequately named Cloudsea. The cities took on specific roles, whether they were farming colonies that grew food for the cities, housing and urban cities meant to house as many people as possible, or military colonies to train the protective forces of the sky cities. They became a new people, created allegiances, new governments, a new world. Novus-Terra.
For many year's the cities grew, created new inventions like robots meant to serve many purposes, as well as building many smaller sky-ships resembling the size and shape of their previous boats. The world went on a steady climb of prosperity for a while, but the longer things dragged on the worse things became.
Thieves known as sky pirates began to show up, they harassed the military by attacking their ship from below the cloud cover. As well as the occasional commandeering of ships simply to take their supplies. The pirates became a bigger presence in the world and helped inspire a sense of exploration amongst many of the people. After a much longer time, the supplies that the sky-cities provided were no longer able to keep up with the demands of ever-growing populations.
Now cities are covered in grime, populations so high that resources are a major issue, and crime is becoming rampant and common.
The cities are experiencing many problems, and have no solution for how to solve them. The prosperity age of the sky-cities is faded.
What will become of the world?
A ship know as the Daedalus has appeared looking for adventurer's who are willing to go on a great expedition into the Cloudsea and look for ways to solve the problems of today. Are you up to the challenge?
Synopsis
The world Of Novus-Terra, is a world in the sky. The people of the world escaped a deadly and corrosive air that began to cover the world by fleeing to the sky. After learning that they might never get to return home the ship inhabitants reformed their thoughts. They recovered scraps and debris, that floated up to the sky due to a strange magnetic force that was caused by the miasma. The additions to the ships became so large that multiple ships came together and became cities.
The world exist purely in the sky, no land except for the floating islands where most of the resources that created the sky-cities came from. Now the world faces a time period filled with struggle. Governments have become monarchies, and have strong segregation of the classes. The resources that they relied on are becoming scarce and conflict is beginning between sky-cities.
Pirates are attacking merchant ships and supply frigates, taking whatever they can to ensure their own survival. The population of the cities has become very high, and living conditions have become very poor. A few cities have fallen below the clouds, and an influx of wanderer's, people with no permanent residence in one city, has created crime within the cities.
The last thing, is that one of the two original races that came to the skies is dying out. Elves, who faces extreme prejudice and are often traded as slaves, are becoming few and far between.
The Sky Cities
Many sky cities have become corrupt favoring the strong and leaving little to the weak. The cities have been separated into three districts.
The Noble district is populated by High ranking military officer's political leaders, Highly regarded scholars and the wealthiest of businessmen. It is by far the smallest district and usually exists at the very top of the sky cities. They have the purest and cleanest water, the cleanest air and the most living space, but few people ever get to see this district.
The Central district is the largest of the three and is composed of many parts, the most important being the docks where ships come and go, large trading centers and housing quarters, hospitals, schools, military barracks, and recreational facilities. Mostly though this areas focus is that of commerce.
The Lower district is the second largest but nowhere near as big as the central district. Because of the shape of sky cities the lower district receives less light than the others, creating a dark and gloomy appearance. This section is mostly populated by the poor, and the people who run maintenance of the city. The living conditions are severely affected by all the machineries in which weapons and ships are built, the high crime rates, and risk of pirate attacks. being the lowest level all the water they get has already been recycled from the above districts and is rarely clean.
The Elves
As stated before the elves are a scarce and dying race. Their history is lined with prejudice and discrimination. Treated as inferior to humans they have been the victims of many crimes and cruel punishment. Many of them are slaves, fated to work in servitude for the rest of their life. Elves that want to avoid being enslaved must apply and pay for Freedom Checks, which are documents that state that they are free citizens and are allowed the rights of any human, although discrimination usually prevents them from being able to have the same accommodations as a human. Many Elves use their fabled intellect to work in the fields of science and machinery. Some even becoming wealthy inventors and highly regarded scholars, although the chances of that are very, very slim.
Human relationships with elves are looked down upon so cross species partnerships are rare. Halfbloods can find it even harder to live than elves, because of their human blood they cannot be enslaved but it is hard for them to find any social acceptance.
Character Creation
Description
Name:Full name
Nickname:
Age:
Race:Human/Elven/Halfblood
Eyes: Color
Hair: Color quick description
Skin: Color and Complexion
Height:
Weight:
Build:
Physical description: If needed please describe your character's physical appearance here, things like scars, missing limbs, tatoos and any other thing related to their body go here.
Personality
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Fears:
Personality description:How does your character behave and interact with the people around them.
Equipment
Fighting ability: Rate you ability in each of the following with a score from 1-10
Melee:(classic swords, daggers, fists anything meant for close quartes combat.)
Range:(flintlock pistols, rifles, crossbows, things that use conventional ammo)
Machinery:(Fighting with elven technology, which includes laser pistols, lightning swords and using mechs. this affects how well you use certain weapons, you can be a great ranger, but have little idea on how to use a laser pistol.)
Weapons: List the weapons your character uses.
Clothing/Armor: Describe what your character wears.
Tools: Any extra equipment goes here
History
Background info: any history that regards your profession or achievements worth being noticed.
The Daedelus
Positions needed
Lookout- Ununseptimum
Chef- Oscar L. English
Doctor- Riverstixx
Pilot- A rubber Chicken
Mechanic- Ark Rheaver
Navigator- Jacopo
Mercenary1- RainbowCorridor
Mercenary2- Vio-Lance
Mercenary3- BleedingCrimson
Additional positions
Stow away-SolrSurfr3
"Back in the old day's, much older than even meself, these miserable floating dirt piles they call Islands were once gorgeous and lavishly painted with plants. Some of them even had lakes."
"Lakes?" asked the girl, unaware of what the mysterious word referred to. The captain laughed a whole-hearty laugh, deep and jolly. The old man stroked is beard for a moment.
"Lakes, are big puddles of water that are alway's there. Not like anything you've ever seen in that old rust-bucket you call a city. You see a long time ago, people got their water from the earth below instead of harvesting the clouds."
She imagined the lake but was unsure of what she had pictured was anything like the real thing. The Captain was right, she was only familiar with the steel plates that made up the sky cities. Her only memories were of the cold streets that she would roam all alone. Clean water was hard to come across in the lower districts. She had never explored the cloud sea, the floating rocks that rose from the "old-lands" below the cloud cover, deep in the miasma. She was simply a bird whose wings had not yet grown enough for her to fly, and the nest was her whole world. That is until the captain came along.
The Story
About three thousand years ago a cataclysmic event caused the destruction of the world. The earth became coated in a thick miasma, a poisonous and corrosive air that brought death to anything that was exposed to it. Out of nowhere the poison had begun to seep from deep inside the planet, causing destruction with earthquakes as the air pushed it's way into the surface. Frightened of their impending doom the people of the earth looked to their greatest minds for salvation.
A year later a professor named Alexander Belmont, brought forward blue prints for massive ships that would carry the people to safety. The ships would float to the sky above the reach of the deadly poison. There they would wait out the suffering, wait for the earth to become pure again so that they could return to their beloved homeland. At first people were skeptical, and rejected his idea. After many trial and error experiments he finally succeeded in creating a functioning model. He took the model to his country leaders who provided funding for the project and allowed for him to build a fully functional life size ship. People were amazed by his scientific genius and adopted his idea as their best chance of survival.
The ships were built and took in as many people as they could before lifting up into the sky. Many people were left behind, many of which were Elves because they were not seen as equals to the Humans. As the ships rose one by one they watched as the miasma created thick clouds, covering the atmosphere and blocking their view of their previous home. The clouds grew on top of each other, creating a thick shield that prevented the miasma from reaching the ships.
After a while the ships prepared to sail back down, but were greeted by a strange sign. Floating rock islands that carried parts of cities and towns, or parts of forest or mountains.The captains and political leader's from all the ships held a meeting to discuss the meaning. Scientists figured the miasma had broken up the earth and disrupted its magnetic poles, and a certain ore within the rock caused the islands to lift up into the sky due to impossibly strong magnetic forces. They believed that there would be no return to their previous home. They then discussed what their future plans would be.
After the meeting people began to gather what they could from these rising islands, that would sometimes disappear below the cloud cover. They added to the ships combining them together, creating cities carriers of civilization which hovered above the surface of the adequately named Cloudsea. The cities took on specific roles, whether they were farming colonies that grew food for the cities, housing and urban cities meant to house as many people as possible, or military colonies to train the protective forces of the sky cities. They became a new people, created allegiances, new governments, a new world. Novus-Terra.
For many year's the cities grew, created new inventions like robots meant to serve many purposes, as well as building many smaller sky-ships resembling the size and shape of their previous boats. The world went on a steady climb of prosperity for a while, but the longer things dragged on the worse things became.
Thieves known as sky pirates began to show up, they harassed the military by attacking their ship from below the cloud cover. As well as the occasional commandeering of ships simply to take their supplies. The pirates became a bigger presence in the world and helped inspire a sense of exploration amongst many of the people. After a much longer time, the supplies that the sky-cities provided were no longer able to keep up with the demands of ever-growing populations.
Now cities are covered in grime, populations so high that resources are a major issue, and crime is becoming rampant and common.
The cities are experiencing many problems, and have no solution for how to solve them. The prosperity age of the sky-cities is faded.
What will become of the world?
A ship know as the Daedalus has appeared looking for adventurer's who are willing to go on a great expedition into the Cloudsea and look for ways to solve the problems of today. Are you up to the challenge?
Synopsis
The world Of Novus-Terra, is a world in the sky. The people of the world escaped a deadly and corrosive air that began to cover the world by fleeing to the sky. After learning that they might never get to return home the ship inhabitants reformed their thoughts. They recovered scraps and debris, that floated up to the sky due to a strange magnetic force that was caused by the miasma. The additions to the ships became so large that multiple ships came together and became cities.
The world exist purely in the sky, no land except for the floating islands where most of the resources that created the sky-cities came from. Now the world faces a time period filled with struggle. Governments have become monarchies, and have strong segregation of the classes. The resources that they relied on are becoming scarce and conflict is beginning between sky-cities.
Pirates are attacking merchant ships and supply frigates, taking whatever they can to ensure their own survival. The population of the cities has become very high, and living conditions have become very poor. A few cities have fallen below the clouds, and an influx of wanderer's, people with no permanent residence in one city, has created crime within the cities.
The last thing, is that one of the two original races that came to the skies is dying out. Elves, who faces extreme prejudice and are often traded as slaves, are becoming few and far between.
The Sky Cities
Many sky cities have become corrupt favoring the strong and leaving little to the weak. The cities have been separated into three districts.
The Noble district is populated by High ranking military officer's political leaders, Highly regarded scholars and the wealthiest of businessmen. It is by far the smallest district and usually exists at the very top of the sky cities. They have the purest and cleanest water, the cleanest air and the most living space, but few people ever get to see this district.
The Central district is the largest of the three and is composed of many parts, the most important being the docks where ships come and go, large trading centers and housing quarters, hospitals, schools, military barracks, and recreational facilities. Mostly though this areas focus is that of commerce.
The Lower district is the second largest but nowhere near as big as the central district. Because of the shape of sky cities the lower district receives less light than the others, creating a dark and gloomy appearance. This section is mostly populated by the poor, and the people who run maintenance of the city. The living conditions are severely affected by all the machineries in which weapons and ships are built, the high crime rates, and risk of pirate attacks. being the lowest level all the water they get has already been recycled from the above districts and is rarely clean.
The Elves
As stated before the elves are a scarce and dying race. Their history is lined with prejudice and discrimination. Treated as inferior to humans they have been the victims of many crimes and cruel punishment. Many of them are slaves, fated to work in servitude for the rest of their life. Elves that want to avoid being enslaved must apply and pay for Freedom Checks, which are documents that state that they are free citizens and are allowed the rights of any human, although discrimination usually prevents them from being able to have the same accommodations as a human. Many Elves use their fabled intellect to work in the fields of science and machinery. Some even becoming wealthy inventors and highly regarded scholars, although the chances of that are very, very slim.
Human relationships with elves are looked down upon so cross species partnerships are rare. Halfbloods can find it even harder to live than elves, because of their human blood they cannot be enslaved but it is hard for them to find any social acceptance.
Character Creation
Description
Name:Full name
Nickname:
Age:
Race:Human/Elven/Halfblood
Eyes: Color
Hair: Color quick description
Skin: Color and Complexion
Height:
Weight:
Build:
Physical description: If needed please describe your character's physical appearance here, things like scars, missing limbs, tatoos and any other thing related to their body go here.
Personality
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Fears:
Personality description:How does your character behave and interact with the people around them.
Equipment
Fighting ability: Rate you ability in each of the following with a score from 1-10
Melee:(classic swords, daggers, fists anything meant for close quartes combat.)
Range:(flintlock pistols, rifles, crossbows, things that use conventional ammo)
Machinery:(Fighting with elven technology, which includes laser pistols, lightning swords and using mechs. this affects how well you use certain weapons, you can be a great ranger, but have little idea on how to use a laser pistol.)
Weapons: List the weapons your character uses.
Clothing/Armor: Describe what your character wears.
Tools: Any extra equipment goes here
History
Background info: any history that regards your profession or achievements worth being noticed.
The Daedelus
Positions needed
Lookout- Ununseptimum
Chef- Oscar L. English
Doctor- Riverstixx
Pilot- A rubber Chicken
Mechanic- Ark Rheaver
Navigator- Jacopo
Mercenary1- RainbowCorridor
Mercenary2- Vio-Lance
Mercenary3- BleedingCrimson
Additional positions
Stow away-SolrSurfr3
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The captain cleared his throat before starting."Today was the day the famous Daedalus cane to port. For weeks now the talk around the sky cities was all about it. A ship looking for a crew to do what few have dared to do. A ship that would sail into the unexplored and dangerous cloud sea. A ship full of crazed idiots who are looking for nothing more than a feeling of importance before they die... wait maybe not that one. A ship built by the greatest of engineers and paid for by the wealthiest of Nobles. A ship that would write their names in history! A ship..."
"Get on with it captain!"yelled the little girl impatient and exited for the story.
"Ahem, back to the story now. that day was the day our valiant adventurer's prepared themselves for a journey that would change the world. It all began when.."
Chapter 1: A Ship Like No Other
Edwin stepped out of the garage and into the grimy streets of the lower levels. He walked through the maintenance ward, passing several worker's and robots. He was glad to finally leave all the loud noise behind. Although he loved working with machines the noise was a serious annoyance when you had to work around it all day. There was one thing that had been bugging him though, he had no idea how he was going to get to the central district. The only way up was to take an elevator, and to get onto one of these he would need identification papers, papers he didn't have.
Today the crowd was unusually large, many people were gathering around the elevator, it seemed that he wasn't the only one who was looking forward to the visit from Daedalus. He hoped that he could sneak his way past the guards and manage to get into the elevator if he blended in with the crowds. With this many people around the guards couldn't check everyone so they picked random people and ID'd them before letting them pass hopefully luck was on his side. He took the bandanna off his neck and tied it around his head so that it would cover his ears.
The citizen's boarded the elevators in small groups. The glass pipes sent brass shuttles shooting up to the higher levels. With every "Shwoom" sound shooting another elevator up the line got shorter and shorter. It was only a short while before he was standing in front of a vacant glass entrance. The next shuttle would arrive soon and he would finally leave the dark and grimy streets for good. Before the shuttle came, a man shouted to him.
"Hey kid! I need to check your ID." The guard yelled from a cross the platform. Edwin pretended not to notice and started looking around, trying to look busy. "Kid I'm serious I need to check your papers." Again Edwin ignored the guard, looking at the glass pipe he waited impatiently for the next shuttle to arrive. The guard started making his way to him and Ed began to panic. The guard now was now standing before him. "May I see your ID?" He said in a slow, and loud voice so that there would be no misunderstanding.
The shuttle arrived and a few people beside him walked into it. Edwin pretended to look for them in his bag and looked at the shuttle. If he timed it right he would be able to get on and get past away from the guards safely. Grabbing on to his wrench, Ed swung his arm and cracked the iron tool against the mans head knocking him over. He sprinted to the glass pipe as the guard called for help. Getting into the shuttle Edwin turned around just in time to see the angry look on the man's face before he shot up.
A Daedalus crewman was waiting for him at the top. He led Edwin through the central district to the docks. The grand port was a specific part of the docks reserved for the ships of Nobles, and large fancy cruise ships. Today it also held a special spot for the Daedalus. A crowd of people stood near it leaving a path for the crew mates to walk and board the ship. Edwin basked in the glory of people cheering and shouting, a few even making fun of the crew for being crazy. They didn't matter, because for every comment they made twenty other's cheered for their bravery.
The ship was a deep onyx black, with gold embroidered trim. The sails were tan, with what looked like black embroidery similar to that of the trim. The ship wasn't large by any means, it was designed like a gun ship, strong and fast, ready to dive in and out of dangerous situations at anytime. Several cannons lined the side of the ship, and gave it a beautifully powerful look.
Once aboard the ship, they began to take off. Ready to pick up the last of it's crew. His journey had begun.
"Why is the story all about him?" asked the little girl.
The captain laughed a deep hearty laugh. "That's a crazy thought, you got in yer head lassie. No the story aint about him, but about the crew of the ship. Now sit down and hold yer trouser's let me tel you about the other fellas."
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It was a cry of desperation and frustration. A cry of the greatest heights of anger and irritation. A cry of enough exasperation to fill the hearts of ten men. A cry that had been heard onboard the Daedalus before, and was likely to be heard again. A cry that-
"REEEUUUBIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!"
"I said I was sorry!" Hanging onto the rope ladder for dear life, Reuben kicked against the mast and swung himself behind it, thus barely avoiding the scimitar that thudded into the wood just inches from his face. Reuben stared at the quivering blade for a moment, then tilted his head down at the cabin boy who stood twenty feet below on the main deck, shouting curses fit to rattle the gods. "What on earth is wrong with you?" he demanded. "That could have bloody well killed someone! And for the last time, don't call me Reubi, that sounds like Ruby, and that's a girl's name, and I have clearly have a-"
But the cabin boy was not out of ammunition. Half a second later, an empty bucket whizzed past Reuben's head, missing him by mere millimeters. Seeing as it was quite hard to dodge while hanging on a rope ladder in midair, Reuben shimmied down the mast as fast as he could- only to be struck by another bucket five feet from the ground. He landed butt-first on the deck, face scrunched up in pain. "Ahhh…"
"Reubi…" The figure of the burly cabin boy loomed threateningly over him. Reuben scrambled hastily backwards, clambering to his feet. He held his hands out pleadingly. "Knocking me off the mast wasn't good enough for you, Dean? Is this because I called you a powder monkey? Because I didn't mean it, you know, heaven knows you're not a powder monkey, you couldn’t lift a cannonball to save your life- but you do get this expression on your face sometimes, when you're scrubbing the deck, and it just reminds me of a-"
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID PIRATE!" Another bucket went flying, but fortunately didn't knock against anything important. Unless you counted the walls of the ship. Well, okay, maybe those were kind of important...
"Hey, it's rude to bring up embarrassing parts of other people's lives." Reuben whistled and rubbed the back of his head, surveying the monstrous dent caused by the bucket. "Really, Dean? Even after everything I've done for you? You know, I've scrubbed the deck when you wanted a break, saved you a biscuit for lunch, did your laundry last week-"
Dean paused. "Wait, were you the one who turned my long johns pink?"
Reuben blinked. "Did I say I did your laundry last week? Naw, that couldn't have been me- you know, I think I saw Oliver with a bucket of pink laundry- if you're looking for revenge, he's your man…oh, come on Dean, you're still not finished? I said I was sorry, come on, be a chum, I don't think my buttocks can take another-whoa!"
The ship, which had previously been sailing along at a smooth pace, had suddenly landed with a jolt, sending Reuben and Dean flying into each other. The navigator and the cabin boy untangled themselves with embarrassed haste. While Dean was still looking around, dazed, Reuben took the opportunity to flee to the other side of the ship.
"That idiotic pilot!" Reuben grumbled to himself. "I bet we've smashed into a bloody mountain or something…" Never mind that Reuben had nearly killed the entire crew the one time he'd been allowed to have a turn at the wheel. Wait- was that a dock? Had they landed? Reuben hadn't been aware that they were docking- they still had a reasonable supply of resources, why were they-
"Crewmates!" he suddenly remembered, his face lighting up with excitement. "We're getting new crewmates today!" All grievances against the pilot completely forgotten, Reuben ran towards the side of the deck where the new members were boarding the ship. As Sir Navigator for the illustrious Daedalus, as Reuben liked to consider himself, it was his duty to greet all new crew members, although one could only hope that he didn't scare them away with his more-than-irritating cheek.
"What are you laughing at?" the captain demanded, slightly put off. "This is a noble saga you know, not some commoner's tale."
"Sorry," the little girl giggled. "But is his name really Ruby? There's a girl at school named Ruby, she got mad at Timmy yesterday because he pulled her braids-"
The captain rolled his eyes. "No, I told you, it's Reuben, they just call him Reubi because he's such an infuriating little monster- much like you, I might add. In fact, I don't have the heart to continue, if you're just going to giggle at everything I say- oh, don't give me that look, it won't work on…oh, fine, I'll continue."
"REEEUUUBIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!"
"I said I was sorry!" Hanging onto the rope ladder for dear life, Reuben kicked against the mast and swung himself behind it, thus barely avoiding the scimitar that thudded into the wood just inches from his face. Reuben stared at the quivering blade for a moment, then tilted his head down at the cabin boy who stood twenty feet below on the main deck, shouting curses fit to rattle the gods. "What on earth is wrong with you?" he demanded. "That could have bloody well killed someone! And for the last time, don't call me Reubi, that sounds like Ruby, and that's a girl's name, and I have clearly have a-"
But the cabin boy was not out of ammunition. Half a second later, an empty bucket whizzed past Reuben's head, missing him by mere millimeters. Seeing as it was quite hard to dodge while hanging on a rope ladder in midair, Reuben shimmied down the mast as fast as he could- only to be struck by another bucket five feet from the ground. He landed butt-first on the deck, face scrunched up in pain. "Ahhh…"
"Reubi…" The figure of the burly cabin boy loomed threateningly over him. Reuben scrambled hastily backwards, clambering to his feet. He held his hands out pleadingly. "Knocking me off the mast wasn't good enough for you, Dean? Is this because I called you a powder monkey? Because I didn't mean it, you know, heaven knows you're not a powder monkey, you couldn’t lift a cannonball to save your life- but you do get this expression on your face sometimes, when you're scrubbing the deck, and it just reminds me of a-"
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID PIRATE!" Another bucket went flying, but fortunately didn't knock against anything important. Unless you counted the walls of the ship. Well, okay, maybe those were kind of important...
"Hey, it's rude to bring up embarrassing parts of other people's lives." Reuben whistled and rubbed the back of his head, surveying the monstrous dent caused by the bucket. "Really, Dean? Even after everything I've done for you? You know, I've scrubbed the deck when you wanted a break, saved you a biscuit for lunch, did your laundry last week-"
Dean paused. "Wait, were you the one who turned my long johns pink?"
Reuben blinked. "Did I say I did your laundry last week? Naw, that couldn't have been me- you know, I think I saw Oliver with a bucket of pink laundry- if you're looking for revenge, he's your man…oh, come on Dean, you're still not finished? I said I was sorry, come on, be a chum, I don't think my buttocks can take another-whoa!"
The ship, which had previously been sailing along at a smooth pace, had suddenly landed with a jolt, sending Reuben and Dean flying into each other. The navigator and the cabin boy untangled themselves with embarrassed haste. While Dean was still looking around, dazed, Reuben took the opportunity to flee to the other side of the ship.
"That idiotic pilot!" Reuben grumbled to himself. "I bet we've smashed into a bloody mountain or something…" Never mind that Reuben had nearly killed the entire crew the one time he'd been allowed to have a turn at the wheel. Wait- was that a dock? Had they landed? Reuben hadn't been aware that they were docking- they still had a reasonable supply of resources, why were they-
"Crewmates!" he suddenly remembered, his face lighting up with excitement. "We're getting new crewmates today!" All grievances against the pilot completely forgotten, Reuben ran towards the side of the deck where the new members were boarding the ship. As Sir Navigator for the illustrious Daedalus, as Reuben liked to consider himself, it was his duty to greet all new crew members, although one could only hope that he didn't scare them away with his more-than-irritating cheek.
"What are you laughing at?" the captain demanded, slightly put off. "This is a noble saga you know, not some commoner's tale."
"Sorry," the little girl giggled. "But is his name really Ruby? There's a girl at school named Ruby, she got mad at Timmy yesterday because he pulled her braids-"
The captain rolled his eyes. "No, I told you, it's Reuben, they just call him Reubi because he's such an infuriating little monster- much like you, I might add. In fact, I don't have the heart to continue, if you're just going to giggle at everything I say- oh, don't give me that look, it won't work on…oh, fine, I'll continue."
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The situation called for lots of fantastic mental acrobatics in denial for Oliver to convince himself that he had, in fact, NOT dived into something completely over his head. The only thing keeping him from tacking on more rubber to his boots and turning to run in the opposite direction were two realizations: firstly, and the more justly of the two, was his belief that a good ship without a good chef was like a body without a soul. By this reasoning, he had to stay, or else he would rob a good ship of the best bacon that could be found in all the billows of clouds.
Secondly, and far less justifiable, was that he was already falling in over his head, so he might as well dive in.
“After all,” He said to absolutely no one in his usual, musical hum, “a little adventure couldn’t hurt.” Oliver paused. The wooden spoon in his hand met the counter top with a hard push, ‘that was not a very well thought out thought.’
Oliver was sealing himself away in the galley, deep in the belly of his new home. There were anonymous kitchen necessities all around him, all of them shirking under the dominance of his large, old, black pot. He scooped up the wooden spoon again and paced the floor, twirling the ornament of his profession in his hand. The spoon at times became an antenna for stray thoughts to channel back into that mess he called a brain.
There was something he should be remembering. Something important. His ears were ringing; he was starting to wonder what he was being blamed for at this moment.
Oliver rooted out a single purple grape from a community of them and popped it in his mouth. At that serendipitous moment, the floor below betrayed him as the ship came to a sudden stop. The grape trolled its way into his windpipe, and he found himself coughing on what very well may be his death.
That would be his luck. Leave for a grand, history-alternating adventure, die chocking on a grape.
'New crewmembers!'
The thought entered back inside his head just as the grape was lurched out. He clasped his hands together and flashed a look was pure, stupid excitement.
He took flight to the upper deck to get a gander at who would be his new comrades.
Having not been on deck for quite a while, Oliver had to shield his eyes from the brightness. The sight of the crowds made him, horribly, horribly ill. They were not his most favorite of things. For a half a second, he wondered if all of them would be joining the crew. But that, of course, was ridiculous, and for the chef, far too good to be true. (What an abundance! Oh the joy!)
Those on deck waiting to greet the newcomers, or to just ogle the crowds overcame him. Oliver had the same level of dramatic presence to any scene as a houseplant. Somehow he was able to surf by the bodies and plant himself next to the personality that was Reuben. Oliver had always liked him, but mostly because his name was also that of a sandwich.
He gestured widely, spoon extending outwards like a mythical sword in the hands of a warrior claiming his bounty. “Look at that crowd! Are you excited? I’m excited. And nervous. But mostly excited.” He began to bounce on his heels like a child. “What would be a good meal for tonight? Hearty chicken soup? I think so. It will make the Daedalus seem like a welcoming home.”
Secondly, and far less justifiable, was that he was already falling in over his head, so he might as well dive in.
“After all,” He said to absolutely no one in his usual, musical hum, “a little adventure couldn’t hurt.” Oliver paused. The wooden spoon in his hand met the counter top with a hard push, ‘that was not a very well thought out thought.’
Oliver was sealing himself away in the galley, deep in the belly of his new home. There were anonymous kitchen necessities all around him, all of them shirking under the dominance of his large, old, black pot. He scooped up the wooden spoon again and paced the floor, twirling the ornament of his profession in his hand. The spoon at times became an antenna for stray thoughts to channel back into that mess he called a brain.
There was something he should be remembering. Something important. His ears were ringing; he was starting to wonder what he was being blamed for at this moment.
Oliver rooted out a single purple grape from a community of them and popped it in his mouth. At that serendipitous moment, the floor below betrayed him as the ship came to a sudden stop. The grape trolled its way into his windpipe, and he found himself coughing on what very well may be his death.
That would be his luck. Leave for a grand, history-alternating adventure, die chocking on a grape.
'New crewmembers!'
The thought entered back inside his head just as the grape was lurched out. He clasped his hands together and flashed a look was pure, stupid excitement.
He took flight to the upper deck to get a gander at who would be his new comrades.
Having not been on deck for quite a while, Oliver had to shield his eyes from the brightness. The sight of the crowds made him, horribly, horribly ill. They were not his most favorite of things. For a half a second, he wondered if all of them would be joining the crew. But that, of course, was ridiculous, and for the chef, far too good to be true. (What an abundance! Oh the joy!)
Those on deck waiting to greet the newcomers, or to just ogle the crowds overcame him. Oliver had the same level of dramatic presence to any scene as a houseplant. Somehow he was able to surf by the bodies and plant himself next to the personality that was Reuben. Oliver had always liked him, but mostly because his name was also that of a sandwich.
He gestured widely, spoon extending outwards like a mythical sword in the hands of a warrior claiming his bounty. “Look at that crowd! Are you excited? I’m excited. And nervous. But mostly excited.” He began to bounce on his heels like a child. “What would be a good meal for tonight? Hearty chicken soup? I think so. It will make the Daedalus seem like a welcoming home.”
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"Wait a second," the girl interrupted, pouting with her arms crossed. "Is this story just gonna be about a bunch of boys? They get to have all the fun."
"Oh, no, lass," he chuckled, amused by her sudden change in mood. "There be plently examples of the fairer sex on this here voyage. Though some," he added thoughtfully, "not quite so fair as others..."
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"Get back here, you cheating little halfbreed!"
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Angel would've rolled her eyes had she not been so preoccupied with running for her life. The girl shoved past an older couple, ignoring their shouts as her boots pounded against the metal ground. And right on her tail, a group of pilots, older than her by a good number of years and pissed beyond belief.
The guys had been almost too easy to con. So caught up in alcohol and the thrill of gambling away hard-earned cash, they'd allowed her to join in without question, probably thinking she wouldn't be much of a challenge. They'd been proven wrong, however, as she won seven games in a row, raking in any money almost as soon as they put it on the table. She'd have gone for eight, but when one of the players became sober enough to realize that the dice would continuously land on the same two numbers, Angel decided it was time to take her winnings and go. Fast.
Now it would seem they were out for blood, namely hers. Didn't anyone on the Central level have a sense of humor?
The girl skidded around a corner, lungs burning and legs threatening to give out by the time they reached the marketplace. Laughing in relief with what little air she had left in her lungs, she plunged right into the crowd, shoving through with little to no regard for other people. Angel was far more concerned with losing her pursuers in the throngs of travelers, shoppers, and the like.
With five people looking for the same person, though, her odds weren't the best at the moment. Especially not when that one person was a Halfblood who stuck out like a sore thumb. She blamed her slightly tipped ears and pure white locks on her mother. To be fair, she blamed a lot of things on the elven woman who'd brought her into the world and then promptly abandoned her. But that was beside the point right now. Bottom line was that running wouldn't be enough; she'd need a place to hide if she wanted to get out of this in one piece.
The solution to her problem wasn't sublte by any means. In fact, it was quite the opposite: a huge, beautiful ship in black and gold, sitting proudly at it's port like some noble bird. Angel's heart couldn't help but swell at the sight of the magnificent vessel, in spite of her current situation. It was impressive yes, but more importantly it was a perfect place to hide. With both well-wishers and crewmen so preoccupied with praises and long goodbyes, one noticed a teenaged girl slip into the the cargo hold.
Angel flopped back onto a pile of canvas meant for repairing sails, panting heavily but sporting a wide grin. Not only had she avoided her would-be captors and made off with quite a pretty amount of cash, but she'd also managed to sneak aboard this beaute of a ship. Talk about a productive day.
Once her breathing had slowed back to somewhere around normal, the halfblood sat up and looked around. Not that there was much to look at, of course; just a lot of crates full of suprise. If nothing else, though, she'd hopefully be able to find out what ship she was on, maybe even where it was going. Whatever the destination, it must be somewhere far away, if the amount of supplies was any indicator. Well that was just fine by her; the farther she got away from her so-called "parents" and their plans, the better. There was no way in hell she intended to go back and get hitched to some spoiled rich boy. What kind of a life would that be? Not the one for her, that much was for certain.
After sifting around a bit, she finally found what she was looking for on the side of a crate filled with mechanic's parts. "Daedalus, huh?" she mused, testing it out for herself. "Well, not my choice in a name, but whatever. As long as it's going somewhere." Using a sack of potatoes as a pillow, Angel laid back with her hands behind her head, grinning with personal triumph. She was finally getting off of this floating hunk of metal, finally getting the chance to go out onto the Cloudsea and have an adventure of her own. Because, whether they knew it or not, the crew of the Daedalus had just picked up an unexpected passenger.
((So, who's gonna find the stowaway, I wonder? ^^))
"Oh, no, lass," he chuckled, amused by her sudden change in mood. "There be plently examples of the fairer sex on this here voyage. Though some," he added thoughtfully, "not quite so fair as others..."
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"Get back here, you cheating little halfbreed!"
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Angel would've rolled her eyes had she not been so preoccupied with running for her life. The girl shoved past an older couple, ignoring their shouts as her boots pounded against the metal ground. And right on her tail, a group of pilots, older than her by a good number of years and pissed beyond belief.
The guys had been almost too easy to con. So caught up in alcohol and the thrill of gambling away hard-earned cash, they'd allowed her to join in without question, probably thinking she wouldn't be much of a challenge. They'd been proven wrong, however, as she won seven games in a row, raking in any money almost as soon as they put it on the table. She'd have gone for eight, but when one of the players became sober enough to realize that the dice would continuously land on the same two numbers, Angel decided it was time to take her winnings and go. Fast.
Now it would seem they were out for blood, namely hers. Didn't anyone on the Central level have a sense of humor?
The girl skidded around a corner, lungs burning and legs threatening to give out by the time they reached the marketplace. Laughing in relief with what little air she had left in her lungs, she plunged right into the crowd, shoving through with little to no regard for other people. Angel was far more concerned with losing her pursuers in the throngs of travelers, shoppers, and the like.
With five people looking for the same person, though, her odds weren't the best at the moment. Especially not when that one person was a Halfblood who stuck out like a sore thumb. She blamed her slightly tipped ears and pure white locks on her mother. To be fair, she blamed a lot of things on the elven woman who'd brought her into the world and then promptly abandoned her. But that was beside the point right now. Bottom line was that running wouldn't be enough; she'd need a place to hide if she wanted to get out of this in one piece.
The solution to her problem wasn't sublte by any means. In fact, it was quite the opposite: a huge, beautiful ship in black and gold, sitting proudly at it's port like some noble bird. Angel's heart couldn't help but swell at the sight of the magnificent vessel, in spite of her current situation. It was impressive yes, but more importantly it was a perfect place to hide. With both well-wishers and crewmen so preoccupied with praises and long goodbyes, one noticed a teenaged girl slip into the the cargo hold.
Angel flopped back onto a pile of canvas meant for repairing sails, panting heavily but sporting a wide grin. Not only had she avoided her would-be captors and made off with quite a pretty amount of cash, but she'd also managed to sneak aboard this beaute of a ship. Talk about a productive day.
Once her breathing had slowed back to somewhere around normal, the halfblood sat up and looked around. Not that there was much to look at, of course; just a lot of crates full of suprise. If nothing else, though, she'd hopefully be able to find out what ship she was on, maybe even where it was going. Whatever the destination, it must be somewhere far away, if the amount of supplies was any indicator. Well that was just fine by her; the farther she got away from her so-called "parents" and their plans, the better. There was no way in hell she intended to go back and get hitched to some spoiled rich boy. What kind of a life would that be? Not the one for her, that much was for certain.
After sifting around a bit, she finally found what she was looking for on the side of a crate filled with mechanic's parts. "Daedalus, huh?" she mused, testing it out for herself. "Well, not my choice in a name, but whatever. As long as it's going somewhere." Using a sack of potatoes as a pillow, Angel laid back with her hands behind her head, grinning with personal triumph. She was finally getting off of this floating hunk of metal, finally getting the chance to go out onto the Cloudsea and have an adventure of her own. Because, whether they knew it or not, the crew of the Daedalus had just picked up an unexpected passenger.
((So, who's gonna find the stowaway, I wonder? ^^))
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Rowan, no stranger to the Daedalus anymore, was used to his place at the helm and a rocky landing wasn't something that he performed often. But today was something different, the crowds down below were shouting and cheering and went further back than he could see. People flowed from between buildings and spilled out across the boardwalks of the dock, armed only with the roar of excitement that was reserved for for a truly spectacular sight. And that was exactly what they were in his mind. He relished the thought, mind elsewhere and eyes focused on people calling out. Any of them could be the new crew members he thought as yet more people somehow pressed themselves into the mass from elevators and roads nearby. And considering the colourful nature of the crew as it was, each and every man and woman down there had an equal chance of joining the ranks. It was as these thoughts passed through his mind that Rowan realised he'd been letting the ship drift down of it's own accord.
"Woah!" he called out as he grasped the controls. "Steady now gal!" He may have been distracted for a while but he was a competent pilot and fought control back easily enough, gliding down to come to an abrupt landing only a little more sharply than he would have liked. The force of the impact caused him to stumble slightly but he wrapped a hand around the edge of the wheel and swung around it, heading to the side of the ship to get a look down at the people cheering for them.
He pressed his palms into the wood and leant over the edge to examine the unbroken blanket of faces bobbing around the dock. Except it wasn't unbroken, not completely. He saw an aisle being cleared and a ramp being hauled down to give access to and from the ship. They may have lacked many qualities amongst themselves, including charm, sophistication and education, but if nothing else the crew of The Daedalus were efficient in their work. As quick as any other ship to roam the skies they were ready to bring aboard the new members and any supplies they were lacking. The column of empty space started stretching further back as though there were a knife parting the crowd. It wouldn't be long before he'd be able to see the people he'd soon be travelling with walking towards the craft and he wanted to get a decent look. With a push backwards he turned in a quick jump and ran off down the deck towards where they'd be boarding, raising both arms and waving down to the hoarde of civilians below, orange hair bouncing around his head as he went.
"Hello!" he yelled down, well aware that no one could hear him, losing himself to the feeling that he was something extraordinary. "I love this job!" he called out as he leapt up onto the bannister and grabbed the rigging so he could lean forward and peer over the edge to see everything that was going on below. Pulling into a dock, hearing the cheers of the population, seeing the eager faces of those wanting to join them, it all made Rowan feel like a hero... Even if he hadn't done anything yet.
Looking around himself he clocked sight of some of the other crew members standing around talking, working or doing whatever it was they did whenever they docked up. He himself hadn't been present for the taking on of any other crew members since arriving himself at the last stop. He'd not been on the Daedalus for very long at all and hadn't even met most of the crew himself yet.
In honesty, he wasn't there for the same reasons as most. He didn't dream of being at the forefront of exploration, of going where no one had gone before and doing what no one had done before. He didn't dream of life as a part of something like this. No, what he really wanted, what he so desperately craved when coming aboard, was a free ride and a chance to fly every day. His home back in the city was next to empty by the time he left, all things worth their weight sold to keep him alive and away from the lower level. But out here there were no bills and no complexities to every day life. It was just a case of doing your job during the day and sleeping at night. Well, that was how it had been in the short time he'd been part of the family here, now things were changing because the real work was about to start. Never would he admit to it, Rowan was more scared than he'd ever been in his life, no one knew what awaited them in the coming days.
"Woah!" he called out as he grasped the controls. "Steady now gal!" He may have been distracted for a while but he was a competent pilot and fought control back easily enough, gliding down to come to an abrupt landing only a little more sharply than he would have liked. The force of the impact caused him to stumble slightly but he wrapped a hand around the edge of the wheel and swung around it, heading to the side of the ship to get a look down at the people cheering for them.
He pressed his palms into the wood and leant over the edge to examine the unbroken blanket of faces bobbing around the dock. Except it wasn't unbroken, not completely. He saw an aisle being cleared and a ramp being hauled down to give access to and from the ship. They may have lacked many qualities amongst themselves, including charm, sophistication and education, but if nothing else the crew of The Daedalus were efficient in their work. As quick as any other ship to roam the skies they were ready to bring aboard the new members and any supplies they were lacking. The column of empty space started stretching further back as though there were a knife parting the crowd. It wouldn't be long before he'd be able to see the people he'd soon be travelling with walking towards the craft and he wanted to get a decent look. With a push backwards he turned in a quick jump and ran off down the deck towards where they'd be boarding, raising both arms and waving down to the hoarde of civilians below, orange hair bouncing around his head as he went.
"Hello!" he yelled down, well aware that no one could hear him, losing himself to the feeling that he was something extraordinary. "I love this job!" he called out as he leapt up onto the bannister and grabbed the rigging so he could lean forward and peer over the edge to see everything that was going on below. Pulling into a dock, hearing the cheers of the population, seeing the eager faces of those wanting to join them, it all made Rowan feel like a hero... Even if he hadn't done anything yet.
Looking around himself he clocked sight of some of the other crew members standing around talking, working or doing whatever it was they did whenever they docked up. He himself hadn't been present for the taking on of any other crew members since arriving himself at the last stop. He'd not been on the Daedalus for very long at all and hadn't even met most of the crew himself yet.
In honesty, he wasn't there for the same reasons as most. He didn't dream of being at the forefront of exploration, of going where no one had gone before and doing what no one had done before. He didn't dream of life as a part of something like this. No, what he really wanted, what he so desperately craved when coming aboard, was a free ride and a chance to fly every day. His home back in the city was next to empty by the time he left, all things worth their weight sold to keep him alive and away from the lower level. But out here there were no bills and no complexities to every day life. It was just a case of doing your job during the day and sleeping at night. Well, that was how it had been in the short time he'd been part of the family here, now things were changing because the real work was about to start. Never would he admit to it, Rowan was more scared than he'd ever been in his life, no one knew what awaited them in the coming days.
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Wilhelm stood over his bed in the dingy, barracks style buildings that housed some of the maintenance workers of the lower district. This was just one of the hundreds scattered throughout the district. Wilhelm was, more or less, alone in the barracks. The rest of them were off at work, probably wondering where the hell Wilhelm was. The articulate ex-pirate was packing his belongings for his exodus from the city he currently resided in. He could bare the temptation of of a high-flying adventure no longer, he had to get out of this hell-hole. There were numerous reasons that didn't pertain to his desire for adventure that made him want to retreat back to a life at the skies. The hours were terrible, the pay was terrible, the conditions were terrible. Everything was terrible, not to mention an attack from pirates had killed a good portion of people in Wilhelm's labor division two months ago. Had Wilhelm not been there, it would've likely been all of them.
Wilhelm shuddered at the remembrance of the situation, forcing it away and continuing to meticulously transfer his belongings to the metal chest that rested on his bed. There was also a small bag containing a change of clothes. Wilhelm liked to travel lightly. His records, a carton of cigarettes, a deck of cards, two small boxes of pistol ammo, one small box of rifle ammo, a few pens and a ledger, his pocket watch, and finally the two pistols he had. Relics, almost. He had been the owner of one during his navy days and had come into possession of the second one during the first few weeks of his time as a pirate. Placing them on top of the rest of his small array of belongings, closing the metal chest, and then locking it. After which, he reached under his bed and retrieved a rifle.
The rifle was relatively new, having been purchased with the majority of Wilhelm's savings less than a week ago. It even came with a detachable scope, which excited Wilhelm to no bounds. Just as he was slinging the rifle over his shoulder so he could make his exit, Wilhelm heard the distinct sound of the barracks entrance slamming open, followed immediately by hurried footsteps. Wilhelm groaned mentally, he had wanted to leave in peace. Now who knows who was coming to bother him...
"Oi! Will, what're you doin'? We gotta whole mess o' work to be doin' and-...Are you packing for a trip?"
"No, of course not. I am actually just putting all of my belongings into travel-friendly containers and taking the day off of work for my own personal amusement."
At Wilhelm's response, the other maintenance worker, Frank, remained silent. This prompted Wilhelm to sigh in frustration.
"Yes, Frank. I am packing for a trip. I'm leaving."
"What? Why?"
"Everything about this place and my employment is terrible. The hours, the work, the conditions. Nearly half of my division got eradicated by pirates not but two months ago. You really think I'm going to stay here after an incident like that?"
"You gonna be a pirate again?"
"No, you simpleton." Wilhelm snapped, preferring his past experiences not be brought up unless he did so. "I signed up as the lookout for an adventuring vessle. The Daedalus."
Frank stayed silent once again, sizing up all Wilhelm and the things he was bringing.
"So you bought a rifle?"
That got Wilhelm quiet this time. He was a lookout, after all. Nothing more, nothing less. What would he need a rifle for? Perhaps Wilhelm had thought wrongly when he associated the term Lookout as synonymous with Marksman or Sniper. Either way, Wilhelm had already bought the gun. No sense leaving it here. He'd rather have the rifle and not need it then get stuck without a proper firearm. Sure, his pistols had gotten him out of plenty of situations, but their range was not nearly as large as the rifle.
"Naturally, Frank." Wilhelm said as he heaved the bag containing his clothing over his shoulder and picked up the metal chest. "If pirates attack, I need a way to defend myself, don't I?"
"Well, you got your pistols..."
"Lookout. Frank. I'm a lookout. I'll be up in a crow's nest all day. I'd need a rifle to hit enemies from up there."
"...Oh. Well what if-"
Wilhelm turned and left, brushing past his colleague. As he went, he interrupted Frank's next query, growing agitated.
"As amusing as I find your idiotic accent and equally stupid questions, I have a schedule to maintain. The ship will arrive in less than ten minutes, giving me just enough time to get from here to the port. Please keep your mouth shut for the duration of my walk to the door, if only to give me the silence I was hoping for when I exited. Give O'Riley my regards, and tell Jameson to stuff himself."
Frank granted Wilhelm his departing request, though whether that was out of being stunned or politeness was a mystery that probably wouldn't be solved. Wilhelm snaked through the crowds, clutching his belongings as he went. He looked more or less like the other immigrants running about, the only thing setting him apart being the rifle he had. No one gave him any hell for it though, he wasn't an elf after all. Several elevator rides and stepping over an unconscious guardsman later, Wilhelm arrived at the port. The Daedalus could obviously be seen, a stark difference from the more dingy and militaristic looking vessels currently at port. Taking a deep breath, Wilhelm crossed the gang-plank and stepped onto the vessel. He had, of course, no idea where to go or who to talk to. So he merely wandered around the deck looking for the captain or someone who could give him an idea of where he was supposed to check in and put his belongings down.
An uneasy start at best, but Wilhelm was confident this journey would be as long as it would be enjoyable. He continued to pace about the dock, looking for someone who looked like they were giving orders or...Something!
Wilhelm shuddered at the remembrance of the situation, forcing it away and continuing to meticulously transfer his belongings to the metal chest that rested on his bed. There was also a small bag containing a change of clothes. Wilhelm liked to travel lightly. His records, a carton of cigarettes, a deck of cards, two small boxes of pistol ammo, one small box of rifle ammo, a few pens and a ledger, his pocket watch, and finally the two pistols he had. Relics, almost. He had been the owner of one during his navy days and had come into possession of the second one during the first few weeks of his time as a pirate. Placing them on top of the rest of his small array of belongings, closing the metal chest, and then locking it. After which, he reached under his bed and retrieved a rifle.
The rifle was relatively new, having been purchased with the majority of Wilhelm's savings less than a week ago. It even came with a detachable scope, which excited Wilhelm to no bounds. Just as he was slinging the rifle over his shoulder so he could make his exit, Wilhelm heard the distinct sound of the barracks entrance slamming open, followed immediately by hurried footsteps. Wilhelm groaned mentally, he had wanted to leave in peace. Now who knows who was coming to bother him...
"Oi! Will, what're you doin'? We gotta whole mess o' work to be doin' and-...Are you packing for a trip?"
"No, of course not. I am actually just putting all of my belongings into travel-friendly containers and taking the day off of work for my own personal amusement."
At Wilhelm's response, the other maintenance worker, Frank, remained silent. This prompted Wilhelm to sigh in frustration.
"Yes, Frank. I am packing for a trip. I'm leaving."
"What? Why?"
"Everything about this place and my employment is terrible. The hours, the work, the conditions. Nearly half of my division got eradicated by pirates not but two months ago. You really think I'm going to stay here after an incident like that?"
"You gonna be a pirate again?"
"No, you simpleton." Wilhelm snapped, preferring his past experiences not be brought up unless he did so. "I signed up as the lookout for an adventuring vessle. The Daedalus."
Frank stayed silent once again, sizing up all Wilhelm and the things he was bringing.
"So you bought a rifle?"
That got Wilhelm quiet this time. He was a lookout, after all. Nothing more, nothing less. What would he need a rifle for? Perhaps Wilhelm had thought wrongly when he associated the term Lookout as synonymous with Marksman or Sniper. Either way, Wilhelm had already bought the gun. No sense leaving it here. He'd rather have the rifle and not need it then get stuck without a proper firearm. Sure, his pistols had gotten him out of plenty of situations, but their range was not nearly as large as the rifle.
"Naturally, Frank." Wilhelm said as he heaved the bag containing his clothing over his shoulder and picked up the metal chest. "If pirates attack, I need a way to defend myself, don't I?"
"Well, you got your pistols..."
"Lookout. Frank. I'm a lookout. I'll be up in a crow's nest all day. I'd need a rifle to hit enemies from up there."
"...Oh. Well what if-"
Wilhelm turned and left, brushing past his colleague. As he went, he interrupted Frank's next query, growing agitated.
"As amusing as I find your idiotic accent and equally stupid questions, I have a schedule to maintain. The ship will arrive in less than ten minutes, giving me just enough time to get from here to the port. Please keep your mouth shut for the duration of my walk to the door, if only to give me the silence I was hoping for when I exited. Give O'Riley my regards, and tell Jameson to stuff himself."
Frank granted Wilhelm his departing request, though whether that was out of being stunned or politeness was a mystery that probably wouldn't be solved. Wilhelm snaked through the crowds, clutching his belongings as he went. He looked more or less like the other immigrants running about, the only thing setting him apart being the rifle he had. No one gave him any hell for it though, he wasn't an elf after all. Several elevator rides and stepping over an unconscious guardsman later, Wilhelm arrived at the port. The Daedalus could obviously be seen, a stark difference from the more dingy and militaristic looking vessels currently at port. Taking a deep breath, Wilhelm crossed the gang-plank and stepped onto the vessel. He had, of course, no idea where to go or who to talk to. So he merely wandered around the deck looking for the captain or someone who could give him an idea of where he was supposed to check in and put his belongings down.
An uneasy start at best, but Wilhelm was confident this journey would be as long as it would be enjoyable. He continued to pace about the dock, looking for someone who looked like they were giving orders or...Something!
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The marketplace was bustling with activity and life as Sierus pressed his way through it. He flexed in and out of the pushing sea of people. His body moved in and out between people, as if some sort of rubber man. His arm drifted up to the people in front of him, gently pushing them out of his path, without an excuse or any show of manner. His smile returned to him, as he looked through the bazzars and stalls that had items stocking their shelves, their vendors calling out to the crowd. It reminded him of his own home town. Lovely place, the city of Penley, yet was probably the lowest of the low in terms of lawlessness. He digressed, however. No time to think about home now, hm? He thought to himself. He had a ship to catch, after all. He felt relieved as the crowds finally broke up, and he felt a wave of people that were going towards the docks. Which was a blessing to him. He felt a tad funny, having all of those people rubbing up against him all the time... now was not the time for that.
He grinned as he caught eye of the docks ahead of him, his smile not wavering. He pushed his way from the seas of peoples and stood out near an edge of the dock. Below him was the lowers, so he wasn't afraid of falling just yet. His eye peered about the miscilanious ships that were stalled in the port, resupplying their stocks, or simply here to enjoy the pleasures that resode here: Food, drink, probably a harlot or two. Nothing wrong with the sea life, as long as it was just that. His body twisted as he was finally able to locate it: The Daedalus. "Deary me!" He exclamed to himself half-heartedly. "Is that our vessel? It looks quite elegant to be just an exploring ship. Ebony and gold colored suits the craft very well!" He said to himself. He walked along the edge of the dock, his hand stuffed into his pocket as he grew closer and closer to the sleek looking ship. If this was indeed their vessel, then they'd have combat cut out for them. Or cut out of the enemy ship one. The Daealus seemed a sturdy, combat worthy ship. And he did hope it wouldn't disapoint.
Sierus actually felt a little underwhelmed by the ship; it was small and fast looking. But it just felt a tad small for his tastes. Sure, he had been on ships as large as three or four buildings, but it wasn't as unnerving as being on a ship this small. Though he supposed with a crew the size they estimated, it was to be expected. Ten people wouldn't need the largest ship in the remaining world. But he always seemed to grind the nerve of his fellow sailors. Something about being annoying, or too much a chatter box or stealing their money....something remidial like that. He turned on his heels, still looking for crewmen of the entire ship. The loading dock was full of sailors, but he wasn't sure about which ones belonged to his newest ride. He reached up to rub his head, laughing lightly. He moved amongst them before coming up to the loading ramp his his own ship. He pressed himself up the steep incline, untill he was at the ship's dock. At the very top of which, there was a few peoples on top. A fellow roaming around was the one that caught his attention most. There was a short little bugger, but he only saw him through the corner of his eye, not truly paying attention, as well as a few other people. His head shifted from side to side, before his hand came to his head, scratching it lightly.
"Say! I don't suppose any of you know where the captain would reside, would you?" He asked brightly, an enthusiastic smile perched on his face. He rested his hand on his hip, waiting for the awnser from the personel around the ship's deck.
He grinned as he caught eye of the docks ahead of him, his smile not wavering. He pushed his way from the seas of peoples and stood out near an edge of the dock. Below him was the lowers, so he wasn't afraid of falling just yet. His eye peered about the miscilanious ships that were stalled in the port, resupplying their stocks, or simply here to enjoy the pleasures that resode here: Food, drink, probably a harlot or two. Nothing wrong with the sea life, as long as it was just that. His body twisted as he was finally able to locate it: The Daedalus. "Deary me!" He exclamed to himself half-heartedly. "Is that our vessel? It looks quite elegant to be just an exploring ship. Ebony and gold colored suits the craft very well!" He said to himself. He walked along the edge of the dock, his hand stuffed into his pocket as he grew closer and closer to the sleek looking ship. If this was indeed their vessel, then they'd have combat cut out for them. Or cut out of the enemy ship one. The Daealus seemed a sturdy, combat worthy ship. And he did hope it wouldn't disapoint.
Sierus actually felt a little underwhelmed by the ship; it was small and fast looking. But it just felt a tad small for his tastes. Sure, he had been on ships as large as three or four buildings, but it wasn't as unnerving as being on a ship this small. Though he supposed with a crew the size they estimated, it was to be expected. Ten people wouldn't need the largest ship in the remaining world. But he always seemed to grind the nerve of his fellow sailors. Something about being annoying, or too much a chatter box or stealing their money....something remidial like that. He turned on his heels, still looking for crewmen of the entire ship. The loading dock was full of sailors, but he wasn't sure about which ones belonged to his newest ride. He reached up to rub his head, laughing lightly. He moved amongst them before coming up to the loading ramp his his own ship. He pressed himself up the steep incline, untill he was at the ship's dock. At the very top of which, there was a few peoples on top. A fellow roaming around was the one that caught his attention most. There was a short little bugger, but he only saw him through the corner of his eye, not truly paying attention, as well as a few other people. His head shifted from side to side, before his hand came to his head, scratching it lightly.
"Say! I don't suppose any of you know where the captain would reside, would you?" He asked brightly, an enthusiastic smile perched on his face. He rested his hand on his hip, waiting for the awnser from the personel around the ship's deck.
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A young half blood made her way towards the ship that loomed over the city. She had yet to make it there, and her heart was already racing in excitement. An excitement that that was slightly dulled by the amount of people that stand in between her new home and herself. It seemed the entire city had gathered to watch the ship leave. She stopped walking, examining the crowd and trying to find a way around. She sighed and shook her head, looking at her feet in defeat when she saw that there was no other way. She would just have to grit her teeth and take it like a man.
She raised her head as she headed for the crowds, a look of pure disgust on her face. She plowed through the people, keeping true to her personal rule that "they would move or be run over, because I move for no one." She received several comments from the people she pushed aside, but she gave them no heed. She was to busy looking at the ship. It was beautiful sight. Black and gold and shiny, as if a noble owned it. It made her want to get there faster even stronger. She picked up her pace, plowing even more people over.
Finally the crowd split, people leaving a way for the new crew members to get in. It was fashioned like a show, the new crew walking down the middle for all to see. How embarrassing! She pushed her teeth together, hating the idea of being a public show more than actually being in the public. Despite her dislike of the situation, she kept walking, looking to her feet and ignoring the cheers of the people. She didn't want their approval or their congratulations, she just wanted out. She reached the loading ramp, climbing up and stopping behind a fellow that had decided the dock entrance was a good place to stand. She glared at his back, wanting him to move.
"I don't know where the captain is, but you're as shitty of a door as you are a window." She didn't say the words in a mean tone, just an annoyed one. She had had enough of people for the day, and just wanted to get aboard and relax. After waiting for only a few seconds, she got tired of waiting and squeezed past him. She would of pushed him out of they way, but he was a much bigger than her. She stopped in front of him, looking at the rest of the crew. There wasn't as much people as she thought there would have been.
She raised her head as she headed for the crowds, a look of pure disgust on her face. She plowed through the people, keeping true to her personal rule that "they would move or be run over, because I move for no one." She received several comments from the people she pushed aside, but she gave them no heed. She was to busy looking at the ship. It was beautiful sight. Black and gold and shiny, as if a noble owned it. It made her want to get there faster even stronger. She picked up her pace, plowing even more people over.
Finally the crowd split, people leaving a way for the new crew members to get in. It was fashioned like a show, the new crew walking down the middle for all to see. How embarrassing! She pushed her teeth together, hating the idea of being a public show more than actually being in the public. Despite her dislike of the situation, she kept walking, looking to her feet and ignoring the cheers of the people. She didn't want their approval or their congratulations, she just wanted out. She reached the loading ramp, climbing up and stopping behind a fellow that had decided the dock entrance was a good place to stand. She glared at his back, wanting him to move.
"I don't know where the captain is, but you're as shitty of a door as you are a window." She didn't say the words in a mean tone, just an annoyed one. She had had enough of people for the day, and just wanted to get aboard and relax. After waiting for only a few seconds, she got tired of waiting and squeezed past him. She would of pushed him out of they way, but he was a much bigger than her. She stopped in front of him, looking at the rest of the crew. There wasn't as much people as she thought there would have been.
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"Scalpels, check. Bandages, check. Various medicines and creams, check," Rikki Muse, ship's doctor, murmured to herself, reviewing the contents of her rather overlarge medical chest once more before she left to make her way to the new ship she had been assigned to. "Shit, I en't going to make it for departure if I continue wasting my time... I know I have all I need. If not, I'll make do with whatever is on the Daedalus."
With that, she blew her midnight blue bangs out of her face and set about packing her own meager belongings. A few sets of clothes, an old and worn out coat, and a heavy leather bag filled with odds and ends of clockwork machinery all were stuffed into her pack. Rikki readjusted her goggles on her head, shouldered her bag, and grabbed her medical chest. The weight was almost more than she could handle, but as long as she could still walk, she'd make it there. As soon as she exited her rented room and made it outside to the docks, she was met with a wall of bodies. "Fuck," she puffed, trying and failing to push her way past. This was not going to work for her. The Daedalus would leave and be without a doctor for a long part of her voyage if Rikki didn't make it there soon.
Again and again, Rikki tried to push her way past the crowd before her door, and only succeeded in dropping her precious medical chest. Finally losing her patience, she drew her pistol from her belt and fired it into the air. "Oi! I am the ship's doctor for the Daedalus, get the fuck out of my way so I can make it there before she leaves!" She shouted to the people who had actually heard the shot and turned to her. In a few short minutes, word had passed through the crowd to enough people that a small path was diverted to the one that had already been made. A young man, maybe her age, even offered to help Rikki carry her medical chest to the ship. Rikki politely and stubbornly refused, picked up the chest, and made her way without any further trouble.
Finally aboard the ship, she noticed several of the crewmembers seemed to be in a daze about the crowd, and most of the others were kind of listing about. Shrugging her slight shoulders, Rikki made her to a place out of the way of others on the deck and sat. She placed her medical chest gingerly before her and unfastened the clasps, almost afraid to see what the damage was. It would take her a while to sort through the broken and unbroken things, but it didn't seem like there was any directions being given to the new crew at the moment, anyways.
With that, she blew her midnight blue bangs out of her face and set about packing her own meager belongings. A few sets of clothes, an old and worn out coat, and a heavy leather bag filled with odds and ends of clockwork machinery all were stuffed into her pack. Rikki readjusted her goggles on her head, shouldered her bag, and grabbed her medical chest. The weight was almost more than she could handle, but as long as she could still walk, she'd make it there. As soon as she exited her rented room and made it outside to the docks, she was met with a wall of bodies. "Fuck," she puffed, trying and failing to push her way past. This was not going to work for her. The Daedalus would leave and be without a doctor for a long part of her voyage if Rikki didn't make it there soon.
Again and again, Rikki tried to push her way past the crowd before her door, and only succeeded in dropping her precious medical chest. Finally losing her patience, she drew her pistol from her belt and fired it into the air. "Oi! I am the ship's doctor for the Daedalus, get the fuck out of my way so I can make it there before she leaves!" She shouted to the people who had actually heard the shot and turned to her. In a few short minutes, word had passed through the crowd to enough people that a small path was diverted to the one that had already been made. A young man, maybe her age, even offered to help Rikki carry her medical chest to the ship. Rikki politely and stubbornly refused, picked up the chest, and made her way without any further trouble.
Finally aboard the ship, she noticed several of the crewmembers seemed to be in a daze about the crowd, and most of the others were kind of listing about. Shrugging her slight shoulders, Rikki made her to a place out of the way of others on the deck and sat. She placed her medical chest gingerly before her and unfastened the clasps, almost afraid to see what the damage was. It would take her a while to sort through the broken and unbroken things, but it didn't seem like there was any directions being given to the new crew at the moment, anyways.
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"Wow, look at that crowd," Reuben whistled, leaning against the walls of the ship as he looked out over at the teeming masses of the shouting people. A lazy grin flashed across his face, and he lifted an arm to wave at the crowd, although he doubted anyone would be able to see him. Being short had its disadvantages, after all, and as the youngest member of the crew by a long shot, Reuben still had a long ways to..well, grow.
"What do you suppose they're cheering for? It can't be my stunningly good looks, could it?" Reuben mused, running a hand through his scarlet hair. "Hmm…you know, it might be…chicken soup, Oliver?" Reuben contemplated this for a moment before shaking his head disdainfully. "Old and overdone. You don't want to remind these buggers of mummy dearest you want to introduce them to a new life of adventure and glory!" Reuben smirked. "Try something fresh, new, something to commemorate this lovely occasion…fried cake, maybe? I'm sure that's never been done before." Never mind that fried cake was something that only a sugar-addict like Reuben would ever enjoy.
He puffed his cheeks full of air and blew outwards slowly, chin resting on his hands as he stared out at the crowd. Most of the new crewmembers were gathered on the front deck, looking a bit unsure as to what to do. They look positively dolt-like, the lot of them… Reuben was sick and tired of sailing with a group of middle-aged men. Most fifteen year old boys only had one thing on their mind, and that was fifteen year old girls. Reuben was no different. He'd sometimes considered abandoning the Daedalus in order to live in the city, where he could live out his dream of becoming a scholar and meeting some actual girls…but then who would be the navigator? Not Stubs, surely, the man would crash the ship if it weren't for Reuben. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but still.
Bang! "Whoa!" Reuben breathed, his eyes widening. "Did you see that?" he asked, turning to Oliver. Reuben's eyesight was better than most, and even from this distance he could see that it was a young woman who had fired the shot. She was shouting something about getting aboard the ship- so they were finally getting a doctor? About time. And she's not bad looking, either… A little old for him, though. Although that wouldn't deter Reuben from annoying the hell out of her.
"Say! I don't suppose any of you know where the captain would reside, would you?"
An enthusiastic voice tore Reuben's attention away from the attractive doctor. He turned towards the source of the noise-
-and his heart skipped a beat. What the- It was like looking in a mirror, albeit an enchanted mirror that made you look taller and older and cut your arm off, apparently. Red hair, green eyes, eyepatch…what on earth? "Holy rabbits stewed over mushrooms," he mumbled, blinking. "I've just met my future self." But life on the Daedalus hadn't taught Reuben nothing. By this time, he had learned to remain relatively unfazed, even in the face of situations like this. It only took several seconds for him to find his voice, although when it came to Reuben, it was probably better that he didn't.
"I know where he resides, but I've no bloody idea where he is at this exact moment," Reuben said cheerily. "Although according to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, it's impossible to know where a given unit of matter is at all times, so I'd give up on my quest if I were you, mate. I suggest grouping yourself with that lovely looking bunch of tenderfoots over there and wait until some figure of authority tells you what to do." Reuben beamed, pointing a gloved hand at Rikki, Wilhelm, and Rose.
"What do you suppose they're cheering for? It can't be my stunningly good looks, could it?" Reuben mused, running a hand through his scarlet hair. "Hmm…you know, it might be…chicken soup, Oliver?" Reuben contemplated this for a moment before shaking his head disdainfully. "Old and overdone. You don't want to remind these buggers of mummy dearest you want to introduce them to a new life of adventure and glory!" Reuben smirked. "Try something fresh, new, something to commemorate this lovely occasion…fried cake, maybe? I'm sure that's never been done before." Never mind that fried cake was something that only a sugar-addict like Reuben would ever enjoy.
He puffed his cheeks full of air and blew outwards slowly, chin resting on his hands as he stared out at the crowd. Most of the new crewmembers were gathered on the front deck, looking a bit unsure as to what to do. They look positively dolt-like, the lot of them… Reuben was sick and tired of sailing with a group of middle-aged men. Most fifteen year old boys only had one thing on their mind, and that was fifteen year old girls. Reuben was no different. He'd sometimes considered abandoning the Daedalus in order to live in the city, where he could live out his dream of becoming a scholar and meeting some actual girls…but then who would be the navigator? Not Stubs, surely, the man would crash the ship if it weren't for Reuben. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but still.
Bang! "Whoa!" Reuben breathed, his eyes widening. "Did you see that?" he asked, turning to Oliver. Reuben's eyesight was better than most, and even from this distance he could see that it was a young woman who had fired the shot. She was shouting something about getting aboard the ship- so they were finally getting a doctor? About time. And she's not bad looking, either… A little old for him, though. Although that wouldn't deter Reuben from annoying the hell out of her.
"Say! I don't suppose any of you know where the captain would reside, would you?"
An enthusiastic voice tore Reuben's attention away from the attractive doctor. He turned towards the source of the noise-
-and his heart skipped a beat. What the- It was like looking in a mirror, albeit an enchanted mirror that made you look taller and older and cut your arm off, apparently. Red hair, green eyes, eyepatch…what on earth? "Holy rabbits stewed over mushrooms," he mumbled, blinking. "I've just met my future self." But life on the Daedalus hadn't taught Reuben nothing. By this time, he had learned to remain relatively unfazed, even in the face of situations like this. It only took several seconds for him to find his voice, although when it came to Reuben, it was probably better that he didn't.
"I know where he resides, but I've no bloody idea where he is at this exact moment," Reuben said cheerily. "Although according to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, it's impossible to know where a given unit of matter is at all times, so I'd give up on my quest if I were you, mate. I suggest grouping yourself with that lovely looking bunch of tenderfoots over there and wait until some figure of authority tells you what to do." Reuben beamed, pointing a gloved hand at Rikki, Wilhelm, and Rose.
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Edwin was awoken by the trembling of the earth. He gathered himself from the floor of the ship, after having been shaken off his bed. He figured that they must have docked now. Edwin walked over to a port hole on the side of the ship and before he could look out he knew what he would see. The same massive crowd of people gathering at the docks. If he recalled correctly they where at the sky city Illicia. This sky city was one of the biggest in the Western Winds(A Directional Wind is the same as a continent. The sky cities in the wind currents move with each other, even though they are still very far away from each other.)
Edwin decided he would go up to the deck soon and meet the remaining crew. Most of the other crewmen were picked up on smaller colonies, and he was eager to meet people who didn't live in the lower levels. He turned back to his bed and pulled out his bag, putting on pants and his boots first Edwin got dressed. While putting on his collared shirt he began walking through the living quarter's. Opening the door with his foot Edwin made his way to the stair's. Now buttoning up his sharp pointy ears picked up a strange sound. Which for Ed meant his curiosity was getting the best of him. The noise had come from the cargo hold, which was on the way to the engine room.
Now, Edwin couldn't quite put his finger on it but something bugged him. Whether it was simply curiosity or his Machinist instinct that were telling him to check it out. He buttoned the last button on his shirt and opened the door into the cargo hold. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
"Must be Imagining things. I should check the engine though the noise could have come from there." He said to himself, half whispering.
'Wheres? my damned tool box. I shouldn't have given it to that cabin boy." Edwin began searching around the cargo hold moving boxes and bags out of his way. But most all he found were food provisions and heavy crates containing who knew what. Eventually he began searching through the food sacks thinking that the cabin boy misplaced his the crate that carried all his parts.
His ear twitched again. He swore he had heard some one and was now completely silent trying to find exactly where they where hiding.
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Back above the deck the sailors had finished up their harbor duties and began preparing the ship for take off. The captain though, was nowhere to be seen.
"So...Who's the captain?" the girl asked curiously."The ship has to have a Captain right?"
"Aye,that she does girl... that she does."
Edwin decided he would go up to the deck soon and meet the remaining crew. Most of the other crewmen were picked up on smaller colonies, and he was eager to meet people who didn't live in the lower levels. He turned back to his bed and pulled out his bag, putting on pants and his boots first Edwin got dressed. While putting on his collared shirt he began walking through the living quarter's. Opening the door with his foot Edwin made his way to the stair's. Now buttoning up his sharp pointy ears picked up a strange sound. Which for Ed meant his curiosity was getting the best of him. The noise had come from the cargo hold, which was on the way to the engine room.
Now, Edwin couldn't quite put his finger on it but something bugged him. Whether it was simply curiosity or his Machinist instinct that were telling him to check it out. He buttoned the last button on his shirt and opened the door into the cargo hold. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
"Must be Imagining things. I should check the engine though the noise could have come from there." He said to himself, half whispering.
'Wheres? my damned tool box. I shouldn't have given it to that cabin boy." Edwin began searching around the cargo hold moving boxes and bags out of his way. But most all he found were food provisions and heavy crates containing who knew what. Eventually he began searching through the food sacks thinking that the cabin boy misplaced his the crate that carried all his parts.
His ear twitched again. He swore he had heard some one and was now completely silent trying to find exactly where they where hiding.
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Back above the deck the sailors had finished up their harbor duties and began preparing the ship for take off. The captain though, was nowhere to be seen.
"So...Who's the captain?" the girl asked curiously."The ship has to have a Captain right?"
"Aye,that she does girl... that she does."
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Sierus looked around for a moment, before he heard a rather....disgruntled voice behind him.
"I don't know where the captain is, but you're as shitty of a door as you are a window."
His head turned. Only his head, as far as it could, just enough to see out of his eye to look at the person that apperently he was obstructing...dispite there being plenty room to move around him. He kept his bright smile. "Deeaary me! Am I? I'm very sorry. You'll have to forgive me! You see, my mother wasn't as good at working with wood all day long, unlike yours." He said, simply keeping his kind, happy smile smeared across his cheeky mug. Mentally, he was giving this woman the bird. But he turned, and took generous sidesteps, after the woman had went around him. He turned his attention back to the people already aboard the boat.
He then heard the gunshot, which drew his attention shortly, he looked behind him, and smirked. "Well! I should have done that. But one more run in with the law, and I'd be in farther in than a fellow whom slept with the judge's wife!" He said, with a rather bright chuckle. As he turned around, he couldn't help but notice the fellow in front of him. The boy, actually. He stood, and ran the boy over with his eye. There was no question of their similarity.... Their hair. Their eye. Even their stance and eyepatch stood the same. It was like...looking into the past. Oh my. Sierus thought. Pleaaase. Please, dear Maker. Send me a sign that I am just having a revelation, and am about to speak with my inner child. Pllleaaaa-
"I know where he resides, but I've no bloody idea where he is at this exact moment," The child began.
DAMN! Score one reality, score zero fantasy.
"Although according to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, it's impossible to know where a given unit of matter is at all times, so I'd give up on my quest if I were you, mate. I suggest grouping yourself with that lovely looking bunch of tenderfoots over there and wait until some figure of authority tells you what to do."
Sierus was baffled. His mind began to try to piece together how this kid could look just like him. There were a few things that came to mind. But his mind continued to come back to one situation. But in this, his face paled, and his pupil shrank. His eye twiched mildly, as a look came across his face: One of terror and nervousness. NO! Keep your cool, Sierus. Don't act nervous. Just avoid him. NO! Wait! If I avoid him he'll become suspecious! But if I stay around him, he'll probably put two and two together! He's a smart boy! His mind battled itself. Just act normal.
He gathered his speach, and wits, bringing a nervous smile across his face. "W-why thank you, child! I believe I'll take your advice, and I shall go and group myself with those silly fish out of water! They look like they need advice from someone whom has been on a ship before! Y-yes! Thank you for the information!" He turned sharply on his heels, his face stuck in the nervous look that was plastered on his before he spoke to Reuben. His eye continued to twich rather heavily as he walked AWAY from the child, slowly, but stiffly; as if he had just seen a dead ansestor, or something...
As he neared the crowd of standies, he was barely able to pull his face from the stale, awkward position it was in to speak. "Why hello there! You look like you're....part of the crew perhaps! INTRODUCTIONS! Introductions all around! You first! Tell me about you!" He said rapidly, grinning and pointing at Wilhelm. "Surely you must be the pilot of the fine vessel! You have the hat and everything." He was quickly trying to avoid the topic of the similarity between him and Reuben.
"I don't know where the captain is, but you're as shitty of a door as you are a window."
His head turned. Only his head, as far as it could, just enough to see out of his eye to look at the person that apperently he was obstructing...dispite there being plenty room to move around him. He kept his bright smile. "Deeaary me! Am I? I'm very sorry. You'll have to forgive me! You see, my mother wasn't as good at working with wood all day long, unlike yours." He said, simply keeping his kind, happy smile smeared across his cheeky mug. Mentally, he was giving this woman the bird. But he turned, and took generous sidesteps, after the woman had went around him. He turned his attention back to the people already aboard the boat.
He then heard the gunshot, which drew his attention shortly, he looked behind him, and smirked. "Well! I should have done that. But one more run in with the law, and I'd be in farther in than a fellow whom slept with the judge's wife!" He said, with a rather bright chuckle. As he turned around, he couldn't help but notice the fellow in front of him. The boy, actually. He stood, and ran the boy over with his eye. There was no question of their similarity.... Their hair. Their eye. Even their stance and eyepatch stood the same. It was like...looking into the past. Oh my. Sierus thought. Pleaaase. Please, dear Maker. Send me a sign that I am just having a revelation, and am about to speak with my inner child. Pllleaaaa-
"I know where he resides, but I've no bloody idea where he is at this exact moment," The child began.
DAMN! Score one reality, score zero fantasy.
"Although according to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, it's impossible to know where a given unit of matter is at all times, so I'd give up on my quest if I were you, mate. I suggest grouping yourself with that lovely looking bunch of tenderfoots over there and wait until some figure of authority tells you what to do."
Sierus was baffled. His mind began to try to piece together how this kid could look just like him. There were a few things that came to mind. But his mind continued to come back to one situation. But in this, his face paled, and his pupil shrank. His eye twiched mildly, as a look came across his face: One of terror and nervousness. NO! Keep your cool, Sierus. Don't act nervous. Just avoid him. NO! Wait! If I avoid him he'll become suspecious! But if I stay around him, he'll probably put two and two together! He's a smart boy! His mind battled itself. Just act normal.
He gathered his speach, and wits, bringing a nervous smile across his face. "W-why thank you, child! I believe I'll take your advice, and I shall go and group myself with those silly fish out of water! They look like they need advice from someone whom has been on a ship before! Y-yes! Thank you for the information!" He turned sharply on his heels, his face stuck in the nervous look that was plastered on his before he spoke to Reuben. His eye continued to twich rather heavily as he walked AWAY from the child, slowly, but stiffly; as if he had just seen a dead ansestor, or something...
As he neared the crowd of standies, he was barely able to pull his face from the stale, awkward position it was in to speak. "Why hello there! You look like you're....part of the crew perhaps! INTRODUCTIONS! Introductions all around! You first! Tell me about you!" He said rapidly, grinning and pointing at Wilhelm. "Surely you must be the pilot of the fine vessel! You have the hat and everything." He was quickly trying to avoid the topic of the similarity between him and Reuben.
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Angel's arrival on her ticket to freedom was short lived, however, as the door to the cargo hold opened suddenly. Certain her heart had jumped into her throat, the Halfblood lay absolutely still, eyes wide and fear coursing through her like ice water in her veins. It wasn't that she was afraid of being arrested; that had happened to her enough times that it wasn't a big deal anymore. No what really scared her was the idea that her greatest adventure could end before it even started. They couldn't throw her off, though, unless they found her.
Despite her resolve to stay hidden, that ceaseless curiosity of hers made itself known and all but begged the girl to at least take a look and see who was there. In spite of her better judgement, she complied, slowly easing herself up and onto her knees to peer around the crate she was hidden behind.
It was more than a little suprising to see a young man right around her age. She tilted her head to the side, wondering how he'd managed to get a job on a sweet ship like this one. Didn't they only give jobs to people with years of experience? Her questions were answered, however, when she noticed the pointed ears that poked from behind his hair. An elf. Angel scowled at the discovery. Well, that was just her luck, wasn't it? She wondered absently how many hearts he'd broken to get this far. That's all elves did, after all; stole hearts and left them shattered.
Her breath hitched as the crate she was leaning against shifted slightly, causing the elf boy to freeze. Angel immediately pulled back before he could turn around, heart fluttering like a caged bird. Well, this was just dandy. How in blazes was she supposed to get out of this jam? Looking around for some sort of weapon, he gaze landed on the box of parts and tools she'd come across earlier. A sly grin slunk across the girl's face. Glancing back to make sure he wasn't looking her way, the stowaway slowly and silently crawled over to the box, grabbing a wrench that rested on top of the mess of gears, valves, and other metal bits. It was heavier than expected, but if she needed to use it against someone, then all the better.
Now that she was armed, Angel checked the boy again, heart speeding up when she realized he'd gotten closer. The girl wouldn't kill him, she ammended, though the pointy-eared freak probably deserved it. She'd just break his leg or something, keep him busy while she made a break for it. Taking a deep breath and making sure his back was turned, the girl stood up, creeping toward him with the wrench gripped tightly in her hand. 'Just break his leg and run,' she told herself, steeling her will.
Her mental pep talk was of absolutely no use, however, when the girl stepped on a creaky board, successfully giving away her position. Angel resisted the urge to hit the wrench against her own head. 'Just my damned luck.'
Despite her resolve to stay hidden, that ceaseless curiosity of hers made itself known and all but begged the girl to at least take a look and see who was there. In spite of her better judgement, she complied, slowly easing herself up and onto her knees to peer around the crate she was hidden behind.
It was more than a little suprising to see a young man right around her age. She tilted her head to the side, wondering how he'd managed to get a job on a sweet ship like this one. Didn't they only give jobs to people with years of experience? Her questions were answered, however, when she noticed the pointed ears that poked from behind his hair. An elf. Angel scowled at the discovery. Well, that was just her luck, wasn't it? She wondered absently how many hearts he'd broken to get this far. That's all elves did, after all; stole hearts and left them shattered.
Her breath hitched as the crate she was leaning against shifted slightly, causing the elf boy to freeze. Angel immediately pulled back before he could turn around, heart fluttering like a caged bird. Well, this was just dandy. How in blazes was she supposed to get out of this jam? Looking around for some sort of weapon, he gaze landed on the box of parts and tools she'd come across earlier. A sly grin slunk across the girl's face. Glancing back to make sure he wasn't looking her way, the stowaway slowly and silently crawled over to the box, grabbing a wrench that rested on top of the mess of gears, valves, and other metal bits. It was heavier than expected, but if she needed to use it against someone, then all the better.
Now that she was armed, Angel checked the boy again, heart speeding up when she realized he'd gotten closer. The girl wouldn't kill him, she ammended, though the pointy-eared freak probably deserved it. She'd just break his leg or something, keep him busy while she made a break for it. Taking a deep breath and making sure his back was turned, the girl stood up, creeping toward him with the wrench gripped tightly in her hand. 'Just break his leg and run,' she told herself, steeling her will.
Her mental pep talk was of absolutely no use, however, when the girl stepped on a creaky board, successfully giving away her position. Angel resisted the urge to hit the wrench against her own head. 'Just my damned luck.'
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Rose ignored the retort given by the boy who was in her way as she headed for the edge of the ship, looking out to the people gathered below. She twirled a blonde lock of hair around her finger as she looked past the people to the clouds below. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't dieing to see what it was like down there. Part of her wanted to get the introductions and boarding over with, so they could leave.
Her daydream was interrupted by the boy that was in her way earlier. He was babbling about introductions and what not, exactly what she had just been thinking about, and pointed to a man that was standing near her. She rested a hip against the edge of the boat, giving the members a look over. She started with the only one she had had any type of communication with, eying him head to toe. She was curious as to what his job aboard the ship was. He wasn't the captain, as he was asking for him earlier, and with only one arm he wasn't hired to fight. Maybe he was just a lookout, or navigator?
She then looked to Reuben, even more intrigued by him. To start off, he was a kid! He had to have been what, fourteen, fifteen? How had he gotten a job here? Considering Rose had little mercenary experience herself she had no room to talk, but she wasn't worried about that right now. The second thing that interested her about him was that he looked similar to the one armed character. Perhaps they were father and son, boarding the ship together?
Next her attention was turned to the man Sierus had pointed to. She didn't want to make enemies here, although it seemed Sierus was already heading towards the list, so the least she could was listen. It was as though she didn't want to hear his story she was simply in the mood to explore, and a ship this big had tons of secrets to offer. She forced her brain to focus, not letting it wonder of into la la land.
Her daydream was interrupted by the boy that was in her way earlier. He was babbling about introductions and what not, exactly what she had just been thinking about, and pointed to a man that was standing near her. She rested a hip against the edge of the boat, giving the members a look over. She started with the only one she had had any type of communication with, eying him head to toe. She was curious as to what his job aboard the ship was. He wasn't the captain, as he was asking for him earlier, and with only one arm he wasn't hired to fight. Maybe he was just a lookout, or navigator?
She then looked to Reuben, even more intrigued by him. To start off, he was a kid! He had to have been what, fourteen, fifteen? How had he gotten a job here? Considering Rose had little mercenary experience herself she had no room to talk, but she wasn't worried about that right now. The second thing that interested her about him was that he looked similar to the one armed character. Perhaps they were father and son, boarding the ship together?
Next her attention was turned to the man Sierus had pointed to. She didn't want to make enemies here, although it seemed Sierus was already heading towards the list, so the least she could was listen. It was as though she didn't want to hear his story she was simply in the mood to explore, and a ship this big had tons of secrets to offer. She forced her brain to focus, not letting it wonder of into la la land.
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"Excuse me?"
Was all Wilhelm had to say as Sierus strode up to him, demanding introductions from all present. It was not very often that a one armed man who had looked like he just saw something so horrific it would keep Blackbeard up at night strode up to someone and demanded they introduce themselves like a crazed party host. In fact, Wilhelm could safely say that never happened at all. Which is what made him so aghast at the situation. Not only was the man seemingly mentally defunct, but he was also a cripple as well. The poor fellow had one eye and one arm. What did mother say about talking to those that were of unsound mind and body? Don't treat them any different, don't bring up what's wrong with them. No, wait. That was what his father had told him about talking to those types of people. Mother had said something about firing squads and clearing the genes pool. He was very young when the talk had occurred, the details were sketchy.
"I'm not the pilot. I'm not even wearing...Oh."
Wilhelm instinctively brought his hand up to touch his head, feeling the goggles there. The goggles he most commonly wore when laboring in the metal works. He must have forgotten to take them off. Given that he had grown so accustomed to wearing them all day, everyday. From a distance and with his hair cut, it might have resembled the stereotyped helmet of a fighter pilot. However, Sierus had not been that far away, leading Wilhelm to doubt his mental stability further. Dark times called for dark choices, Wilhelm wouldn't be surprised if the captain had hired someone of that caliber from lack of interest in the job from the mentally and physically sound.
"They're just goggles. I presume this is one of the newer ships, which have closed cockpits. So the goggles would not afford much use to a pilot who doesn't have to worry about the wind in his eyes. I am, however, the lookout. I'm Wilhelm, what's...Your...Name..."
Wilhelm peaked over Sierus' shoulder his speech slowing down as he caught the curious sight of Reuben. Egads, the two were nearly identical. They had eye-patches and everything! Granted, the smaller one still had both his arms, but aside from that...Father and son, surely? The man in front of him looked to be in his thirties, the child more likely the early teenage years. Very strange, Wilhelm was a bit puzzled as to a minor's presence on the ship. There's plenty dangerous stuff out and away from civilization, which is where the Daedalus was most likely heading. Why was a kid here?
"Is that your kid back there? He looks a tad young for this kind of employment."
Was all Wilhelm had to say as Sierus strode up to him, demanding introductions from all present. It was not very often that a one armed man who had looked like he just saw something so horrific it would keep Blackbeard up at night strode up to someone and demanded they introduce themselves like a crazed party host. In fact, Wilhelm could safely say that never happened at all. Which is what made him so aghast at the situation. Not only was the man seemingly mentally defunct, but he was also a cripple as well. The poor fellow had one eye and one arm. What did mother say about talking to those that were of unsound mind and body? Don't treat them any different, don't bring up what's wrong with them. No, wait. That was what his father had told him about talking to those types of people. Mother had said something about firing squads and clearing the genes pool. He was very young when the talk had occurred, the details were sketchy.
"I'm not the pilot. I'm not even wearing...Oh."
Wilhelm instinctively brought his hand up to touch his head, feeling the goggles there. The goggles he most commonly wore when laboring in the metal works. He must have forgotten to take them off. Given that he had grown so accustomed to wearing them all day, everyday. From a distance and with his hair cut, it might have resembled the stereotyped helmet of a fighter pilot. However, Sierus had not been that far away, leading Wilhelm to doubt his mental stability further. Dark times called for dark choices, Wilhelm wouldn't be surprised if the captain had hired someone of that caliber from lack of interest in the job from the mentally and physically sound.
"They're just goggles. I presume this is one of the newer ships, which have closed cockpits. So the goggles would not afford much use to a pilot who doesn't have to worry about the wind in his eyes. I am, however, the lookout. I'm Wilhelm, what's...Your...Name..."
Wilhelm peaked over Sierus' shoulder his speech slowing down as he caught the curious sight of Reuben. Egads, the two were nearly identical. They had eye-patches and everything! Granted, the smaller one still had both his arms, but aside from that...Father and son, surely? The man in front of him looked to be in his thirties, the child more likely the early teenage years. Very strange, Wilhelm was a bit puzzled as to a minor's presence on the ship. There's plenty dangerous stuff out and away from civilization, which is where the Daedalus was most likely heading. Why was a kid here?
"Is that your kid back there? He looks a tad young for this kind of employment."
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Sierus seemed to calm slowly as the subject went away from him and Reuben, towards a remotely different conversation. He let out a deep sigh, and let his tensed shoulders fall. As the lookout explained, he couldn't help but chuckle shyly. He had been so uptight that he had thought the man had a helmet. He brought his palm to his face. "Deary me. I'm sorry. I just get so timid around new people. Especially new crewmembers. I'm usually just not sure how they'll react to the entire...well..." He lifted his arm to wave lightly. "You know." He said, retaking his smile, color returning to his slightly sweat soaked skin. "I'm honestly surprised that the crowd of this ship is so mellow, aside from that firey headed lass." He said, pointing to the elven girl. "I was quite honestly expecting to be shot!" He offered jokingly, with a good spirited laugh. "Ah...but alas...once again, friend, you'll have to forgive my apperent insanity." He said, again, taking a deep sigh of relief. Lying through his teeth had always been a speciality.
"Ah! Of course. Speaking of which, I was quite surpised when I first laid eye upon the ship! I thought we might've had a bigger crew than this. But no matter. She's a beautiful ship! The rich dark complimented by the outstanding gold was a nice touch. Though I'm not sure exactly how it will fair to hide the ship in the night. " He started, before shrugging. Then the lookout prosed him to identify himself, after the man had done the same. "Well! It's a pleasure, Wilhelm!" He said, offering a bow, his arm curling infront of him. "Myself? My name is Sierus. I've been hired as a mercenary on this voyage!" He withdrew from his bow, and began to turn his eye to the others. That is, untill Wilhelm haaaaaaad to change the topic back to such a ghastly one.
He looked back to Reuben for a second before turning back, his face seeming to try and suppress the feeling of nervousness, and his eye twiched yet again. "Why, no!" He exclaimed, deciding to play it coyly. "I've never seen the boy in my life. But you know, now that you say it like that..." He grimaced mentally, hoping all of the mentality behind his answer worked. "...He does remind me of myself. How else could one end up so beautiful?" He asked rhetorically, before adding a chuckle to show that his bigheadedness was indeed sarcastically so. "But you know, I had a sister. Perhaps he's her child. I might be an uncle." He said, smirking. "But enough of that, I say!" He said, propping his hand on his hip. Once again: Lying was a perfect skill to have. Mastering it was beyond useful.
"What about you, Miss Elf, whom's tongue is as sharp as the blade she weilds, asuredly? Judging by your weaponry and appearance and attitude..." He paused, looking her over. "You must be a fellow mercenary too! Well, hopefully you can get past our rough introduction in the first place!" He said, smirking again. He offered the same bow that he did to Wilhelm to the elven woman.
"Ah! Of course. Speaking of which, I was quite surpised when I first laid eye upon the ship! I thought we might've had a bigger crew than this. But no matter. She's a beautiful ship! The rich dark complimented by the outstanding gold was a nice touch. Though I'm not sure exactly how it will fair to hide the ship in the night. " He started, before shrugging. Then the lookout prosed him to identify himself, after the man had done the same. "Well! It's a pleasure, Wilhelm!" He said, offering a bow, his arm curling infront of him. "Myself? My name is Sierus. I've been hired as a mercenary on this voyage!" He withdrew from his bow, and began to turn his eye to the others. That is, untill Wilhelm haaaaaaad to change the topic back to such a ghastly one.
He looked back to Reuben for a second before turning back, his face seeming to try and suppress the feeling of nervousness, and his eye twiched yet again. "Why, no!" He exclaimed, deciding to play it coyly. "I've never seen the boy in my life. But you know, now that you say it like that..." He grimaced mentally, hoping all of the mentality behind his answer worked. "...He does remind me of myself. How else could one end up so beautiful?" He asked rhetorically, before adding a chuckle to show that his bigheadedness was indeed sarcastically so. "But you know, I had a sister. Perhaps he's her child. I might be an uncle." He said, smirking. "But enough of that, I say!" He said, propping his hand on his hip. Once again: Lying was a perfect skill to have. Mastering it was beyond useful.
"What about you, Miss Elf, whom's tongue is as sharp as the blade she weilds, asuredly? Judging by your weaponry and appearance and attitude..." He paused, looking her over. "You must be a fellow mercenary too! Well, hopefully you can get past our rough introduction in the first place!" He said, smirking again. He offered the same bow that he did to Wilhelm to the elven woman.
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She was a little disappointed that Wilhelm didn't give her a story. How boring, when she had bothered to listen too. She wasn't surprised that he was the lookout, having the signature spyglass on his belt. She looked around for another lookout, as it was a good idea to have two, and assumed Sierus was the lookout when she saw no one that fit the bill. She couldn't help but slightly smile when he called her a 'fiery headed lass.' She had never been described in such a way before, it was usually provocative terms used by the humans and elves to disgrace the half elves. Words such as halfie, freak, hounds. There were so many Rose couldn't begin to name them all. She had to admit, however, that the title was fitting.
She was surprised that the kid didn't belong to Sierus. He was just a kid! Who would hire someone so young? She looked at the others. Maybe he was some one else's son, or was Sierus' sister on board as well, and they hadn't seen each other in years? The idea sounded cheesy, as if it had been put into a movie of some sort. She was even more surprised when he said that he was a mercenary. He was hired as a fighter, but how in the Cloud Sea could he fight? She stared at him, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. She had never seen someone with such disabilities be able to hold their own. Where she was from, people that looked like him were labeled as easy targets. She felt a bit more respectful to him than she had before. She raised her hands, looking at them both. Just the thought of having to fight without one was terrifying.
She had been so lost in her own little world that she didn't notice Sierus had started talking to her, announcing that it was her turn for the introductions. She had already planned on telling any stories, mostly because all the good ones she had were long and she was lazy. She nodded her head when he bowed, not sure how to react to the gesture.
"My name is Rose and yes, I am a mercenary." She replied to him, leaving her position on the ship's side to stand. "It's nice to meet both of you." She said as she looked to Wilhelm. She then looked back to Sierus, giving him another look over. "Not to be rude or anything, but how is it that you fight?" It wasn't that she wanted to provoke him or hurt him, she was just curious as to how he pulled it off. Surely it wasn't easy.
She was surprised that the kid didn't belong to Sierus. He was just a kid! Who would hire someone so young? She looked at the others. Maybe he was some one else's son, or was Sierus' sister on board as well, and they hadn't seen each other in years? The idea sounded cheesy, as if it had been put into a movie of some sort. She was even more surprised when he said that he was a mercenary. He was hired as a fighter, but how in the Cloud Sea could he fight? She stared at him, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. She had never seen someone with such disabilities be able to hold their own. Where she was from, people that looked like him were labeled as easy targets. She felt a bit more respectful to him than she had before. She raised her hands, looking at them both. Just the thought of having to fight without one was terrifying.
She had been so lost in her own little world that she didn't notice Sierus had started talking to her, announcing that it was her turn for the introductions. She had already planned on telling any stories, mostly because all the good ones she had were long and she was lazy. She nodded her head when he bowed, not sure how to react to the gesture.
"My name is Rose and yes, I am a mercenary." She replied to him, leaving her position on the ship's side to stand. "It's nice to meet both of you." She said as she looked to Wilhelm. She then looked back to Sierus, giving him another look over. "Not to be rude or anything, but how is it that you fight?" It wasn't that she wanted to provoke him or hurt him, she was just curious as to how he pulled it off. Surely it wasn't easy.
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"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be-" But Reuben didn't manage to finish his question before Sierus babbled something idiotic and then headed off to the front deck to join the rest of the new crewmembers. Reuben's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at Sierus's retreating back. Sacred beef, their hair tone was even the same, flecked with streaks of gold and orange. What a positively intriguing fellow…
What if he were my dad? The thought entered his mind suddenly, surprising Reuben himself. The subject of his parents was something that he'd put in a treasure box and locked away a long, long time ago. Ever since he grew up on a pirate ship, Reuben had decided that if they were alive, he was never going to forgive his mother or father. Nothing could justify abandoning a child for fourteen years without searching. Well…growing up with pirates wasn't all that bad…but still, it's all in the principle of it. No, Sierus couldn't possibly be his father. He was just a man who had the same eyes as he did. And hair. And eyepatch. Oh, but he isn't tan! Reuben held out his sun-browned wrist, feeling a fleeting and irrational triumph at the difference. A pale person can't possibly be related to a tan person…yes, that's absolute proof!
Not really, you dolt, whispered the voice in the back of his head. But Reuben told it to shut up.
Well! Standing around here moping wasn't going to do him any good. Reuben decided he might as well go introduce himself to the new crewmembers. They would be sailing together for the next who-knows-how-long after all, and he didn't want to seem standoffish at first glance. No, Reuben was determined to prove how friendly and annoying he was- although the crew would probably figure that out for themselves after months of listening to his infuriating cheek. "Come on, Oliver, let's go make these buggers feel like they're at home. I'll insult their mothers, and you can give them wedgies when I'm done."
He skipped over to the front deck, halting in front of the newcomers with a jaunty salute and what he thought was a charming grin."Good day, chaps! I'm Reuben Lark, sole navigator of this esteemed vessel." He gestured magnanimously to the ship. "I am the one who decides whether we crash into mountains or stay alive for a few more hours. As you probably don't know, navigator translates into first mate, so you are now all under my authority." Okay, so that was a lie. The navigator had no real authority on the ship, unless you counted the ability to mislead the pilots when he was feeling up to it. But Reuben had been with the Daedalus for two years now, and these people had been on board for maybe ten minutes. That had to give him some form of power…right?
There were three of them- a girl who had to be a half-blood, judging from those ears, a tall bloke with black hair, and then that chatterbox who looked just like him. Save for the skin tone. Yes, the skin tone! "Rose, right?" he asked the half-blood politely. "Hmm, you're kind of pretty. Do you want to get married?" He then turned to the dark-haired bloke and looked him up and down. "And I think I heard your name was Wilhelm. You look more like a Samuel, though, to be honest…I think I'll call you Sammy from now on. And you," he finally turned towards his look-alike. Reuben blinked. Let's see…I need to say something profound, something so incredibly clever that it'll blow everyone out of the water…no pun intended. "You have one arm."
What if he were my dad? The thought entered his mind suddenly, surprising Reuben himself. The subject of his parents was something that he'd put in a treasure box and locked away a long, long time ago. Ever since he grew up on a pirate ship, Reuben had decided that if they were alive, he was never going to forgive his mother or father. Nothing could justify abandoning a child for fourteen years without searching. Well…growing up with pirates wasn't all that bad…but still, it's all in the principle of it. No, Sierus couldn't possibly be his father. He was just a man who had the same eyes as he did. And hair. And eyepatch. Oh, but he isn't tan! Reuben held out his sun-browned wrist, feeling a fleeting and irrational triumph at the difference. A pale person can't possibly be related to a tan person…yes, that's absolute proof!
Not really, you dolt, whispered the voice in the back of his head. But Reuben told it to shut up.
Well! Standing around here moping wasn't going to do him any good. Reuben decided he might as well go introduce himself to the new crewmembers. They would be sailing together for the next who-knows-how-long after all, and he didn't want to seem standoffish at first glance. No, Reuben was determined to prove how friendly and annoying he was- although the crew would probably figure that out for themselves after months of listening to his infuriating cheek. "Come on, Oliver, let's go make these buggers feel like they're at home. I'll insult their mothers, and you can give them wedgies when I'm done."
He skipped over to the front deck, halting in front of the newcomers with a jaunty salute and what he thought was a charming grin."Good day, chaps! I'm Reuben Lark, sole navigator of this esteemed vessel." He gestured magnanimously to the ship. "I am the one who decides whether we crash into mountains or stay alive for a few more hours. As you probably don't know, navigator translates into first mate, so you are now all under my authority." Okay, so that was a lie. The navigator had no real authority on the ship, unless you counted the ability to mislead the pilots when he was feeling up to it. But Reuben had been with the Daedalus for two years now, and these people had been on board for maybe ten minutes. That had to give him some form of power…right?
There were three of them- a girl who had to be a half-blood, judging from those ears, a tall bloke with black hair, and then that chatterbox who looked just like him. Save for the skin tone. Yes, the skin tone! "Rose, right?" he asked the half-blood politely. "Hmm, you're kind of pretty. Do you want to get married?" He then turned to the dark-haired bloke and looked him up and down. "And I think I heard your name was Wilhelm. You look more like a Samuel, though, to be honest…I think I'll call you Sammy from now on. And you," he finally turned towards his look-alike. Reuben blinked. Let's see…I need to say something profound, something so incredibly clever that it'll blow everyone out of the water…no pun intended. "You have one arm."
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Rowan watched the arrivals with vivid interest etched on his face from his place sat on the rigging. It certainly was educational, he felt he was getting to know these newcomers just by the way they boarded. Between a gunshot and a standoff at the top of the ramp it made for an entertaining watch, easily better than any theatre performance he'd seen. Then again, theatre wasn't his speciality, that was for the arty-types which he most definitely wasn't.
Three arrivals gathered and started talking on deck not too far away from him. With his back to them he couldn't see the details of each individual but he'd gathered a basic idea from his perch at the side of the ship and was perplexed by a man who appeared to have only one arm. Surely not? Of all the people available there must have been someone with equal skill and one more limb he thought with a frown on his face. Still staring out across the crowd he listened in on the conversation between strangers.
"Surely you must be the pilot of the fine vessel! You have the hat and everything."
Nope. Rowan, or Stubs as he had been 'affectionately' known on his last ship, turned to see who seemed to be nervous and borderline idiotic. Ah, of course, the one-armed man. And he seemed to be talking at great length, each sentence condemning him to further judgement as a fool. Somehow he just didn't seem to have the air of an explorer about him, he seemed more a performer than a worker, whatever his role was to be. And as the conversation went on it seemed his role was to fight, a fact which set a frown on Rowan's pale face. The woman, clearly one of short temper from the behaviour she'd displayed, was quick enough to ask the question that surely, instantly plagued the mind of whoever else had heard, but not before a striking resemblance had been pointed out between him and the boy that now started approaching the group.
Being the pilot for the last few days, Rowan had worked with the kid, easily the youngest member of the crew, and accepted that he was more than qualified to live and work here after he'd proved exceptional navigational skills as well as a degree of cheekiness possessed so readily by the young. But what he hadn't accepted was the authority this child claimed to have. He thought it would have been pointed out before now so he dismissed it as a boy trying to get his own way and grinned. It looked to be an eventful first day and one he wouldn't like to miss so he rolled himself off the ropes and dropped onto his feet on the deck to stroll his merry way over to the assembled party.
"Well, while we're all at it I may as well get it out of the way" he started as he grew closer to the more-than-a-little odd assortment of individuals. "Name's Rowan, I'm the pilot." He looked at the unlikely mercenary, who he could now see was also cursed with half vision, as he spoke, meaning to correct his initial mistake about the role of the taller gentleman. Then his gaze fell on Reuben. By the Gods, they weren't kidding he thought as the resemblance hit home for him too.
Three arrivals gathered and started talking on deck not too far away from him. With his back to them he couldn't see the details of each individual but he'd gathered a basic idea from his perch at the side of the ship and was perplexed by a man who appeared to have only one arm. Surely not? Of all the people available there must have been someone with equal skill and one more limb he thought with a frown on his face. Still staring out across the crowd he listened in on the conversation between strangers.
"Surely you must be the pilot of the fine vessel! You have the hat and everything."
Nope. Rowan, or Stubs as he had been 'affectionately' known on his last ship, turned to see who seemed to be nervous and borderline idiotic. Ah, of course, the one-armed man. And he seemed to be talking at great length, each sentence condemning him to further judgement as a fool. Somehow he just didn't seem to have the air of an explorer about him, he seemed more a performer than a worker, whatever his role was to be. And as the conversation went on it seemed his role was to fight, a fact which set a frown on Rowan's pale face. The woman, clearly one of short temper from the behaviour she'd displayed, was quick enough to ask the question that surely, instantly plagued the mind of whoever else had heard, but not before a striking resemblance had been pointed out between him and the boy that now started approaching the group.
Being the pilot for the last few days, Rowan had worked with the kid, easily the youngest member of the crew, and accepted that he was more than qualified to live and work here after he'd proved exceptional navigational skills as well as a degree of cheekiness possessed so readily by the young. But what he hadn't accepted was the authority this child claimed to have. He thought it would have been pointed out before now so he dismissed it as a boy trying to get his own way and grinned. It looked to be an eventful first day and one he wouldn't like to miss so he rolled himself off the ropes and dropped onto his feet on the deck to stroll his merry way over to the assembled party.
"Well, while we're all at it I may as well get it out of the way" he started as he grew closer to the more-than-a-little odd assortment of individuals. "Name's Rowan, I'm the pilot." He looked at the unlikely mercenary, who he could now see was also cursed with half vision, as he spoke, meaning to correct his initial mistake about the role of the taller gentleman. Then his gaze fell on Reuben. By the Gods, they weren't kidding he thought as the resemblance hit home for him too.
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Edwin looked over all the crates but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly the sound of a creaking floor board caught his attention. His ear flicked when he heard it, there was some one behind him. He turned around quickly, a girl roughly around his age stood before him the wrench in her hands made her look somewhat dangerous. Although Edwin noticed she did not have the stance of some one used to fighting. He stared intently into her eyes trying to convince her that attacking would be a bad idea. He took a step closer. The girl seemed somewhat hesitant of attacking him, so he took yet another step.
"Boo!" He suddenly yelled at her at the top of his lungs. He reached for the wrench and managed to grab it from her hands. "Well would you look at that, seems like you found my tools. What exactly are you doing here anyways?"
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The captain sat in his quarters pacing back and forth. His old leather coat sat on one of his bedposts. He seemed completely consumed by his own thoughts. He stroked his chin, rubbing a hand over the goatee he had grown since the departure. It was a month after the Daedalus had been assigned to him, and he was still unsure of his feelings. Was he being sent on a suicide mission? Was this a punishment for what he had done in his past? Did the elder's actually believe in him?
He had so many questions running through his mind that it was starting to make him dizzy. There was something strange about this whole thing, was it really just a conspiracy?
He tried to put the questions on hold. Rubbing his eyes he sat down on the bed. With a deep sigh he looked to his night stand, there where three things on it. A letter that contained the details of his mission, an old journal he had been given for the journey, and a strange looking key. He stared at those three things for quite some time. Finally he stood up and grabbed the journal. Opening the book to a specific page he had already marked he pulled out a map and looked it over thoroughly. The captains face changed expression to worry.
"That's an awful way to start the mission. But I suppose it's for the best."
"Boo!" He suddenly yelled at her at the top of his lungs. He reached for the wrench and managed to grab it from her hands. "Well would you look at that, seems like you found my tools. What exactly are you doing here anyways?"
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The captain sat in his quarters pacing back and forth. His old leather coat sat on one of his bedposts. He seemed completely consumed by his own thoughts. He stroked his chin, rubbing a hand over the goatee he had grown since the departure. It was a month after the Daedalus had been assigned to him, and he was still unsure of his feelings. Was he being sent on a suicide mission? Was this a punishment for what he had done in his past? Did the elder's actually believe in him?
He had so many questions running through his mind that it was starting to make him dizzy. There was something strange about this whole thing, was it really just a conspiracy?
He tried to put the questions on hold. Rubbing his eyes he sat down on the bed. With a deep sigh he looked to his night stand, there where three things on it. A letter that contained the details of his mission, an old journal he had been given for the journey, and a strange looking key. He stared at those three things for quite some time. Finally he stood up and grabbed the journal. Opening the book to a specific page he had already marked he pulled out a map and looked it over thoroughly. The captains face changed expression to worry.
"That's an awful way to start the mission. But I suppose it's for the best."
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The girl just stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights. No matter how much Angel screamed at herself to run, hit the guy with her wrench, do something, her limbs defiantly refused to obey commands. Maybe it was because she hadn't really considered what she planned to do if, by some twist of fate, she actually was caught. Well, fate had twisted, alright, and it had not done so with mercy. So there she stood, staring at the elven boy and drawing a complete blank as to what she should do.
Her only form of defense being snatched right out of her hands snapped the stowaway out of her stupor and back into her usual less than pleasant self. "Hey! Give that back!" She reached to grab the wrench back, coming up just a few inches short. Cursing her short stature, the Halfblood settle for scowling at the loathsome young man who'd caught her. Well, maybe "loathsome," was a bit strong a word. After all, she knew nothing about the guy, besides his race, and truth be told, without the ears she might've thought he looked nice enough. Looks could be deceiving, though, and he was an elf, for crying out loud. Their kind couldn't be trusted.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" she snapped in response to his question, not even feigning politeness. Angel was far to busy scrabbling at the crate behind her for some kind of a replacement weapon. There was no way this guy was getting her off of this ship, at least not without a fight. As if Lady Luck had decided to give her a break for once, the girl's hand suddenly landed on what felt like the handle to some kind of knife. Sure enough, the item she held up in front of her looked similar to a switchblade pocket knife, though something about it seemed... off. It was lighter, for one thing, and made of metal. And what would happen if she flipped the small latch on the--
She got her answer as a glowing blade appeared from the handle, pulsing with some kind of yellow energy. Recovering from the shock of what had just happened, Angel pointed the laser-blade at the boy. "Now are you gonna let me pass, elf," she asked in a venomous tone, "or is this going to have to get violent?" Not even waiting for answer, she bolted forward, taking a slash at his arm.
Her only form of defense being snatched right out of her hands snapped the stowaway out of her stupor and back into her usual less than pleasant self. "Hey! Give that back!" She reached to grab the wrench back, coming up just a few inches short. Cursing her short stature, the Halfblood settle for scowling at the loathsome young man who'd caught her. Well, maybe "loathsome," was a bit strong a word. After all, she knew nothing about the guy, besides his race, and truth be told, without the ears she might've thought he looked nice enough. Looks could be deceiving, though, and he was an elf, for crying out loud. Their kind couldn't be trusted.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" she snapped in response to his question, not even feigning politeness. Angel was far to busy scrabbling at the crate behind her for some kind of a replacement weapon. There was no way this guy was getting her off of this ship, at least not without a fight. As if Lady Luck had decided to give her a break for once, the girl's hand suddenly landed on what felt like the handle to some kind of knife. Sure enough, the item she held up in front of her looked similar to a switchblade pocket knife, though something about it seemed... off. It was lighter, for one thing, and made of metal. And what would happen if she flipped the small latch on the--
She got her answer as a glowing blade appeared from the handle, pulsing with some kind of yellow energy. Recovering from the shock of what had just happened, Angel pointed the laser-blade at the boy. "Now are you gonna let me pass, elf," she asked in a venomous tone, "or is this going to have to get violent?" Not even waiting for answer, she bolted forward, taking a slash at his arm.
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Edwin chuckled as she had reached for the wrench and kept blocking the door way until he had gotten an answer. He watched as the girl desperately looked around for a weapon. Her luck payed out at she managed to find a laser knife. Unfortunately for her it didn't seem like she knew much about Elven machinery. Edwin's eyes widened as the girl lunged at him with her new weapon. He reacted quickly and managed to step out of the way. As she shot past him he began to swing the wrench at the back of her head but stopped himself. He couldn't bring himself to hit a girl. Even if she was a... well he wasn't sure what she was but she was something.
They had now switched places and she was the one nearer the door. He though maybe it would be best to talk to her. "Impatient aren't we?" Edwin straightened up and put the wrench down. "I'm not one for hitting girls, especially not cute ones like yourself. So why don't we just talk" Edwin smiled and tried to speak in a calm and welcoming tone. If she was a stow away, there really wouldn't be much of a problem, if she was something else well, it might not be so easy."Look the way I see it, you're already in trouble. One of the crew mates found you out and if your'e a stow away we'll know to look for you on the ship. If you end up killing me people are bound to realize I'm gone. Plus the cargo doors are shut now and if you wanted to escape you would have to make your way up the stairs past all the other sailors, get to the deck and then go through the trained mercenaries hired to protect this ship. It's a military vessel so you're probabbly in trouble already for boarding without permission. Look if your'e a stow away, I can hide you and we can drop you off at the next port but you gotta play nice." Edwin hoped she wasn't some sort of spy or anything like that he would very much like to live.
They had now switched places and she was the one nearer the door. He though maybe it would be best to talk to her. "Impatient aren't we?" Edwin straightened up and put the wrench down. "I'm not one for hitting girls, especially not cute ones like yourself. So why don't we just talk" Edwin smiled and tried to speak in a calm and welcoming tone. If she was a stow away, there really wouldn't be much of a problem, if she was something else well, it might not be so easy."Look the way I see it, you're already in trouble. One of the crew mates found you out and if your'e a stow away we'll know to look for you on the ship. If you end up killing me people are bound to realize I'm gone. Plus the cargo doors are shut now and if you wanted to escape you would have to make your way up the stairs past all the other sailors, get to the deck and then go through the trained mercenaries hired to protect this ship. It's a military vessel so you're probabbly in trouble already for boarding without permission. Look if your'e a stow away, I can hide you and we can drop you off at the next port but you gotta play nice." Edwin hoped she wasn't some sort of spy or anything like that he would very much like to live.
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Sierus chuckled lightly, a smile still streched across his face, as the woman inquired how he fought. "Ah! Well, I'm assume most of you think: 'How on earth can this man fight? He's strictly at a disadvantage with one arm!' " He said cheerily. "But believe it or not, I'm actually quite the accomplished martial fighter!" He offered a playful flex, his shirt bulging only slightly as his bicep expanded. "I cannot remember the exact name of it, honestly. It's been too long since I've seen my mentor. Systema, I think?" He said, reaching up to tap his chin thoughtfully, as his eyes rolled to the sky to think. "I think that's it, anyway. I've learnt it since I was small, untill I was about twenty. Memories aren't the best, you know..." He stated with a shrug. "But it's baised off the thought process that if you master the control over your body, then you can control any body. It has quite the depth, really!" He said, gripping his hand. "True, my arm puts me at a disadvantage....but I still have knowledge of how a body works, and therefore still can fight."
"Also!" He added, his arm delving into his jacket. "If there is a foe with a nasty weapon that would be....a little ill advised to fight against hand against..." He said, gripping the sythetic walnut grip of his revolver. "I have this!" Still holding the gun solidly, his thumb ran up beside the cylinder lock, and opened the break, allowing the barrel to fall towards the ground, exposing the cylinder and ammunition. With one hand, he was able to deftly change his grip on the revolver, offering it to Rose. The engraved silver danced in the sunlight, shimmering brightly. "I may have one eye...but that just means I don't have to close one when I aim!" He would wait for the half-elf to take the weapon, before returning his hand to his hip. "Although...reloading is a different story! Carrying ammunition in your mouth the entire time would be a little hazardous. But at least it would help me keep my mouth shut!" He said, offering another laugh. "But you see, I'm not nearly as helpless as I seem. I've got the reflexes of a snake and the speed to match, and I can support my entire bodyweight balanced on one arm! Overall, I believe this repeals my disadvantage in unarmed combat." He stated proudly. Nooow was when his fatheadedness was getting the best of him. He was quite the fighter. Probably not the best, especially since he lost his arm....but, he was still just as good at using his remaining arm. "You see; I don't just use my hand for martial effects. I use my elbow on the same arm. So I've got two points of movement that is connected in between. This allows me to block attacks very effectively, by either diverting them, or simply stopping them. I can also grapple them, and move them around via their limb I've just blocked. Personally, I love it when I'm kicked, and then I'm able to jerk them right off their feet!" He said. "And-" He started....
"Good day, chaps! I'm Reuben Lark, sole navigator of this esteemed vessel. I am the one who decides whether we crash into mountains or stay alive for a few more hours. As you probably don't know, navigator translates into first mate, so you are now all under my authority."
Reuben made a comment to each one of the peoples in the group, before actually commenting on him.
"You have one arm."
Sierus only giggled. Yes. Giggled. "Deary me, Reuben! It's nice to meet you!" He said, smiling at the child, his eye twiching. "The rules of the ship must have changed since I last sailed! But that's quite alright. And yes. I've but one arm!" He said, holding it up, and wiggling his fingers, as if it was something amazing and fantastic. "You see, I've learned a valuable lesson, which I'll share with you." He said, grinning madly. "Cannonballs....hurt." He said, countering Reuben's painfully obvious statement with one of his own. "And they also smash dreams, as well as shoulders." He said, patting Reuben's shoulder. "Keep that little tidbit to yourself. It's a secret, you know!" He said jokingly. "But anyway...."
"Well, while we're all at it I may as well get it out of the way. Name's Rowan, I'm the pilot."
Sierus turned his attention to the man, nodding in his direction. "Ah! So you're going to be piloting us through peril, hm? Well, you look capable, and that you've flown before. Honestly, flying isn't something I know how to do!" He said, rubbing his head. "So it's good to meet you, Rowan!" He said, offering his hand out to shake the man's hand.
He turned his head back to the crowd, particularly his eyes switching between it, and Reuben. "So...none of you know where the captain himself is?"
"Also!" He added, his arm delving into his jacket. "If there is a foe with a nasty weapon that would be....a little ill advised to fight against hand against..." He said, gripping the sythetic walnut grip of his revolver. "I have this!" Still holding the gun solidly, his thumb ran up beside the cylinder lock, and opened the break, allowing the barrel to fall towards the ground, exposing the cylinder and ammunition. With one hand, he was able to deftly change his grip on the revolver, offering it to Rose. The engraved silver danced in the sunlight, shimmering brightly. "I may have one eye...but that just means I don't have to close one when I aim!" He would wait for the half-elf to take the weapon, before returning his hand to his hip. "Although...reloading is a different story! Carrying ammunition in your mouth the entire time would be a little hazardous. But at least it would help me keep my mouth shut!" He said, offering another laugh. "But you see, I'm not nearly as helpless as I seem. I've got the reflexes of a snake and the speed to match, and I can support my entire bodyweight balanced on one arm! Overall, I believe this repeals my disadvantage in unarmed combat." He stated proudly. Nooow was when his fatheadedness was getting the best of him. He was quite the fighter. Probably not the best, especially since he lost his arm....but, he was still just as good at using his remaining arm. "You see; I don't just use my hand for martial effects. I use my elbow on the same arm. So I've got two points of movement that is connected in between. This allows me to block attacks very effectively, by either diverting them, or simply stopping them. I can also grapple them, and move them around via their limb I've just blocked. Personally, I love it when I'm kicked, and then I'm able to jerk them right off their feet!" He said. "And-" He started....
"Good day, chaps! I'm Reuben Lark, sole navigator of this esteemed vessel. I am the one who decides whether we crash into mountains or stay alive for a few more hours. As you probably don't know, navigator translates into first mate, so you are now all under my authority."
Reuben made a comment to each one of the peoples in the group, before actually commenting on him.
"You have one arm."
Sierus only giggled. Yes. Giggled. "Deary me, Reuben! It's nice to meet you!" He said, smiling at the child, his eye twiching. "The rules of the ship must have changed since I last sailed! But that's quite alright. And yes. I've but one arm!" He said, holding it up, and wiggling his fingers, as if it was something amazing and fantastic. "You see, I've learned a valuable lesson, which I'll share with you." He said, grinning madly. "Cannonballs....hurt." He said, countering Reuben's painfully obvious statement with one of his own. "And they also smash dreams, as well as shoulders." He said, patting Reuben's shoulder. "Keep that little tidbit to yourself. It's a secret, you know!" He said jokingly. "But anyway...."
"Well, while we're all at it I may as well get it out of the way. Name's Rowan, I'm the pilot."
Sierus turned his attention to the man, nodding in his direction. "Ah! So you're going to be piloting us through peril, hm? Well, you look capable, and that you've flown before. Honestly, flying isn't something I know how to do!" He said, rubbing his head. "So it's good to meet you, Rowan!" He said, offering his hand out to shake the man's hand.
He turned his head back to the crowd, particularly his eyes switching between it, and Reuben. "So...none of you know where the captain himself is?"
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"Come on, Oliver, let's go make these buggers feel like they're at home. I'll insult their mothers, and you can give them wedgies when I'm done."
“Tch! I could not even kick a dog if you paid me let alone---wait, ooooooh….”
The protests and livid explanations rushed Oliver’s simpleton brain. The very thought of it caused a sliver of indignity to slither up his spine like a foul slug.
Suddenly, he fell back into ease. That is when he realized that it was all a farce. 45 seconds. It was a new record for Oliver. Usually it took him upwards of a minute and a half for him to recover from a joke. Thankfully, his cooking knives were sharper than his wit, otherwise it would be mashed potatoes every night.
Oliver stayed in tow with Reuben, having been far more comfortable with what felt like a bodyguard, at least when it came to throwing him pomposity around and thwarting any attempt of someone noticing ‘lil Oliver.
Conversations were slipping by him, all the while Oliver was providing an audience. His most annoying habit was that he did, in fact, listen to other people. It was annoying in such a way that, if something were said on an off Monday afternoon, Oliver would remember it being said ten months later and in vivid detail. Secondly, he would lull others into jabbering on and on like a cloistered girl in a covenant, which only most of the time lead to regrets on the other.
Oliver picked an opening and raised his hand in a wave, his fingers wigging in anticipation, tickling the air with each round of bobbing knuckles.
“”ello, I am Oliver. You can call me Ollie, or West—that’s my last name—or you can all me Jay, that’s my middle name, or just Oliver. Or Ollie.” He announced to any willing ear his small voice could tug at, “I am the cook. I cook things. If any of you are vegetarians you best give up that practice.”
He had little to do with his hands, so he tucked him behind his back, “Do pay too much never-mind to Reuben. He is just likes attention and I just think his mama never---holy moly! He looks just like you!”
Oliver paused mid-stream to once again employ the spoon-in-hand in a flamboyant gesture towards Reuben's doppelgänger. “Did you see that? And we have a doctor, oh, finally I can mince with peace of mind again."
“Tch! I could not even kick a dog if you paid me let alone---wait, ooooooh….”
The protests and livid explanations rushed Oliver’s simpleton brain. The very thought of it caused a sliver of indignity to slither up his spine like a foul slug.
Suddenly, he fell back into ease. That is when he realized that it was all a farce. 45 seconds. It was a new record for Oliver. Usually it took him upwards of a minute and a half for him to recover from a joke. Thankfully, his cooking knives were sharper than his wit, otherwise it would be mashed potatoes every night.
Oliver stayed in tow with Reuben, having been far more comfortable with what felt like a bodyguard, at least when it came to throwing him pomposity around and thwarting any attempt of someone noticing ‘lil Oliver.
Conversations were slipping by him, all the while Oliver was providing an audience. His most annoying habit was that he did, in fact, listen to other people. It was annoying in such a way that, if something were said on an off Monday afternoon, Oliver would remember it being said ten months later and in vivid detail. Secondly, he would lull others into jabbering on and on like a cloistered girl in a covenant, which only most of the time lead to regrets on the other.
Oliver picked an opening and raised his hand in a wave, his fingers wigging in anticipation, tickling the air with each round of bobbing knuckles.
“”ello, I am Oliver. You can call me Ollie, or West—that’s my last name—or you can all me Jay, that’s my middle name, or just Oliver. Or Ollie.” He announced to any willing ear his small voice could tug at, “I am the cook. I cook things. If any of you are vegetarians you best give up that practice.”
He had little to do with his hands, so he tucked him behind his back, “Do pay too much never-mind to Reuben. He is just likes attention and I just think his mama never---holy moly! He looks just like you!”
Oliver paused mid-stream to once again employ the spoon-in-hand in a flamboyant gesture towards Reuben's doppelgänger. “Did you see that? And we have a doctor, oh, finally I can mince with peace of mind again."
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Lyle Rousseau
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Halfblood stowaway with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue
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"Truly, your intelligence is unequaled. Surpassed, often. Never equaled."
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A chef who only occasionally sets things on fire.
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A cheeky brat, but a genius navigator
Sierus Soleren
A playful, unorthadox man, whom seems to know an aweful lot about pirates....
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"If you're airsick, you're not drunk enough."
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Nothing that I can kill will stand in my way. - Rose the Mercenary
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Angry orphan with a pointy object
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Halfblood stowaway with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue
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A chef who only occasionally sets things on fire.
Shi Huang
Silent and deadly, one of the three mercinaries on the Daedelus.
Rose Shay Ladina
Nothing that I can kill will stand in my way. - Rose the Mercenary
Reuben Lark
A cheeky brat, but a genius navigator
Wilhelm Amadeus
"Truly, your intelligence is unequaled. Surpassed, often. Never equaled."
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A playful, unorthadox man, whom seems to know an aweful lot about pirates....
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"Truly, your intelligence is unequaled. Surpassed, often. Never equaled."
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A young, yet quite talented doctor who uses a knife as well as she uses a scalpel, and vice versa.
Kevin Kearney
"If you're airsick, you're not drunk enough."
Shi Huang
Silent and deadly, one of the three mercinaries on the Daedelus.
Reuben Lark
A cheeky brat, but a genius navigator
Angel Flare
Halfblood stowaway with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue
Lyle Rousseau
Angry orphan with a pointy object
Sierus Soleren
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Nothing that I can kill will stand in my way. - Rose the Mercenary
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Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
OK I decided to recreate the Rp page. Here's the link to the Gunship revival.
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/gunship-true-beginnings/
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/gunship-true-beginnings/
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
Oh god. Are you serious? ._.
Well then. When you were gone, we were completely at a loss as to what was going to happen next. Posting slowed to a crawl, and all the players started abandoning ship. We proposed a subplot to keep us entertained until you returned, but unexplained player disappearances left the few surviving active players stranded and unable to continue. We were all for abandoning ship and just starting a reboot, but you came back. Which we're really glad of, but...
Long story short, this rp is dead.
Well then. When you were gone, we were completely at a loss as to what was going to happen next. Posting slowed to a crawl, and all the players started abandoning ship. We proposed a subplot to keep us entertained until you returned, but unexplained player disappearances left the few surviving active players stranded and unable to continue. We were all for abandoning ship and just starting a reboot, but you came back. Which we're really glad of, but...
Long story short, this rp is dead.
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
Ahem........ uh..... heyyy.... sorry for pulling a Houdini and vanishing for so long, I ended up getting really busy with stuff... and things, and I kinda forgot about roleplay geteway. Anyways what I'm trying to say is... well what did I miss?
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
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Anyways, seems like all the active people agree. I think you're clear to go, River! Just link it here so stragglers can find it. XD
Anyways, seems like all the active people agree. I think you're clear to go, River! Just link it here so stragglers can find it. XD
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
Not that I'm complaining, but what makes me so special to GM the reboot? ;3
If everybody agrees with Kaze, then I'll get it up as soon as possible.
If everybody agrees with Kaze, then I'll get it up as soon as possible.
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
Reboot is fine, though if we could just copy and paste our characters that'd be awesome- I don't particularly want to create a new character... >.>
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
Ugh. Well I think we're all waiting on Jacopo. But I know for certain that he's not on this site anymore (I go to school with him, apparently he's got more important things to do now. >_>). But I fully support a reboot.
And I vote River as GM.
And I vote River as GM.
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
I'm still here! I haven't lost my internet yet! I'm all for a reboot, but I can't promise that I'll be able to post after I lose my internet. I'll try though!
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
I hate when good role plays die like this. Even if Ark comes back, I don't think any amount of CPR will bring it back... Hopefully, he will attempt at a reboot if he sees some of us are still faithful. Otherwise, there's not much we can do unless we can collaborate on a reboot of our own.
Re: [OOC] Gunship: Freedom
I liked this RP, so sad that it seems to have just stopped D: I'd post but I have no idea what to say and my last post is pretty high up on the tab
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Well... We really have no option left but to attempt at a complete reboot, I think... I dunno even if anybody is willing anymore, though...
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We did try to set up a mini-adventure to at least keep us occupied until such a time came when Ark might come back, but something must've gotten lost in translation and nothing has come of it thus far...
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I kind wish I knew where Ark lived. Then I could go over there and smack him upside the head for abandoning us! *rage rage rage*