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Archer Bishop

Everything kills you, either you are dying every day or living every day. I choose to live

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a character in “The Fleet Foot Pirates”, as played by PeachesNCreme

Description

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Name: Archer Bishop
Nicknames:
Race: Human
Age: 28
Position you will fill: Captain
Specializations:
[Well-Traveled:] Archer has a surprising amount of knowledge about his surrounding wildlife, the cultures of certain civilizations, and the legends affiliated with certain areas. He is able to determine what plants are poisonous, how people will react to certain gestures, and how to identify location by landmark.

[Stealth-Combat:] Because Archer is kind-hearted, he finds in difficult to kill without mercy. Archer offers his enemies a quick death, either by snapping of the neck or unconscious suffocation. His tiffs in various bar fights have allowed him to hone his skill.

[Sword-Fighting] Archer relies heavily on his crew, because he is confident in his gunmanโ€™s steady aim, for close combat, Archer exercises proficiency in sword-fighting should the need arise

Themesong: Wavin Flag - K'nann

Personality
In a word, Archer is modest. He believes that the minimum amount of words to properly convey a message should be used and absolutely hates small talk. A task oriented individual, Archer has been known to show his colder side when it comes to getting the answers and action he needs. He will not hesistate go to the farthest extent, but it has become obvious that he has not become desensitized. Through the trials of life he has learned to cope with guilt, but it still holds a heavy burden on him. In recent years he prefers not to actively seek confrontation, and would rather leave that to his crew, but in contrast, if someone harms a companion of his, he sees it as the only way. Despite his inner demons, Archer is very good at maintaining relationships.
Archer doesnโ€™t waste time trying to manipulate people, he is straight forward with his every purpose and because of this is a very loyal and trustworthy companion. Once he develops a bond with a crew mate, it isnโ€™t uncommon for Archer to become protective and brotherly. This doesnโ€™t, however, mean that he is entirely trusting of others. Archer is far from naรฏve, if anything he is worldly and very perceptive of peopleโ€™s emotions. If he even so much as picks up a negative aura, he will proceed with caution, never confident enough to accuse.
As Captain, he possesses all the qualities a good captain should have. He is an excellent keeper of the peace, and is quick to diffuse and analyze unfavorable situations. Archer has trouble understanding humor, but has been known to indulge in playful joking and rough housing from time to time, but for the most part is hardened by his past and likes to get things done.

History

As a youth, Archer was a trouble maker. His parents, who were skilled middle-class gadgeters from Chromia, were at a loss for what to do with their rambunctious boy. Being unable to keep up with their demanding careers and a delinquent in the making, they shipped him from his home to a militia program on Vedan at the young age of eight where he would "hopefully" learn some proper values. Saying that it had an adverse effect was an understatement. Heart bitter with resentment from what Archer viewed as abandonment, Archer acted out more viciously than before. Archer grew a fondness for anarchy during his stay and, to the best of his ability, would sabotage whatever equipment, formations and meals his preteen brain could conjure.
After countless nights in solitary confinement, it became apparent that the boy was a lost cause.
It was on April, 12th that the famous sky-pirate Dante Coldbane was brought in to the military base, for immediate execution that Archer's life changed. There was something about the way Dante carried himself, that caught the twelve year olds eye. To this day, Archer couldn't say why he did what he did, but Dante needed to live.
That night, Archer, the ever cunning child, set the world's most sought after pirate free, stowing away and joining the Devil's Fury as a cabin boy. Dante, indebted to Archer, grew a fondness for the boy, and for the next eight years, instilled into him a lifetimes worth of accumulated knowledge about the sky. He passed on legends, and philosophies. Explaining to the boy the pirates code and the key to proper leadership. But the most valuable piece of information Archer received from his mentor, was the legend of Utopia.
"My boy, there is a city of gold in this sky, I've seen it with my own eyes. And you and I, we're going to find it, and the riches of the world will be ours to share."
People called Dante mad, and sure it was just a legend. But there was something about the way that Dante's eyes lit up whenever he spoke about the lost city that seemed so sincere. It was almost as though Archer could see the glimmer of the city gates reflecting in Dante's pupils. Archer would follow this man to hell and back, if it meant sharing the journey with a man he called his father.

Of course, his story doesn't end there.

Archer couldn't believe his ears when Dante had told him the rumor. The city of gold was seen floating near the Great Abyss. In that moment, the two shared a moment of the purest joy. For eight years they had soared the sky, scraping by on the profit from fool's gold. And now they finally got the break they deserved. Immediately, the Devil's Fury soared off into a clear sky, bee-linging straight for the landmark.
But the Great Abyss is a temperamental place. When things seemed to be at their most promising, the sky was struck with the most violent storm Archer had ever been a part of. He knew something was amiss, by the solemnity that replaced the ludicrous demeanor of Captain Coldbane.
"Were going to die? Aren't we?" Archer remembered asking his captain.
Through the whipping of harsh wind and cracking thunder, Dante sat in silence. Eyes set on the distant horizon in contemplation, "No my boy, you will live." Dante uttered before leading Archer to a small sky surfer on the port of the boat.
Archer remembered fighting, but ultimately losing the battle against his hardheaded captain, and escaping, just soon enough to watch the Devil's Fury capsize, and be sucked into the Great Abysses massive vortex.
But through that cursed storm,rain, veil of forming tears and in a brief flash of lightning, Archer caught a glimpse of something else. For only a moment, in the center of cumulus cloud, Archer saw a clock tower. A golden clock tower.
Archer wished he had died with his crew that day, fell into the great Abyss with Dante, but unfortunately things did not work out that way. His only saving grace is the hope of realizing Captain Coldbane's dream of finding his Utopia, or dying with a loyal crew trying.

Equipment

Archer stands at 5'9, and weighs a healthy 175 pounds on a medium build. His sterling gray eyes spark with intelligence and determination, and he has a prematurely gray specked brown mane. Normally, Archer tries to keep up appearances, but his 5'o'clock shadow can't really be tamed.

So begins...

Archer Bishop's Story

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"Where could she be?" Jericho asked to seemingly no one as slowly walked about a cramped apartment. He had a large smile on his face with a faked expression of contemplation. An old man with a balding head, crazy white hair and a white beard with spectacles sat in a wooden chair smoking a pipe. He had an amused grin on his face. "Haven't the foggiest. Like a cat she is." Luther said, adding to the charade. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two little shoes sticking out from behind a curtain. He nonchalantly made his way towards the curtain, then turned around facing his back to it. "I might just have to give up at this rate. She's just too good." he said, sounding defeated. He then spun around and whipped the curtain open. "Aha!" he said, expecting to see a little girl. Instead, he found nothing. Nothing a pair of empty shoes. "What the..." he then heard a small laugh behind him, followed by the patter of little feet. He spun around just fast enough to see some brown hair disappear around a corner. "Hey!" he shouted and took off in the same direction.

He rounded a few corners, just barely catching a glimpse of his prey. As he rounded a final corner, he saw a little brown haired girl in a white shirt and pink overalls beaming victoriously at him sitting upon her grandfathers lap. Jericho just stood there dumbfounded. "I win!" she yelled out, in almost a mocking way. He slowly approached her. "Since when have you been able to beat me at hide and seek?" he asked in disbelief. Liezel just smiled at him. "Since I got smarter than you." she said with a laugh. Jericho just shook his head and sat down next to the Doctor. She jumped off of his lap and into Jericho's. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Jericho turned to her, than assaulted her with little rapid kisses all over her face. "HAHAHAHAHA! Stop it!" she creamed. He then picked her and spun her a few times in the air before bringing her back down into his lap. Her laugh could be heard throughout the house and it could spark a light in even the darkest mans soul. She then curled up and rested her head on his chest. He just smiled and stroked her hair. It was silent for a few minutes, then she spoke. :Do you really think you'll find my daddy." she asked innocently. Doc looked at him with worried glance. He frowned at the Doc, but then adopted a smile for her. "Liezel......of that, I have no doubt." He then kissed the top of her head.

After staying like that a little while longer, he looked up at the clock, and with a heavy sigh, realized he had to go. Liezel instinctively knew what that sigh meant. She looked up at him with a sad look, and then slowly lowered her head. "Hey, don't give me that look. You know I want to stay longer, but I have to go. We're getting close, I can feel it. I'm gonna find your dad, and haul his butt back here.....OK?" She perked her head and gave him a sad, yet understanding look. "OK." she said sounding depressed. She got off his lap and he stood up and walked over to the door. He walked with the doctor. "Do you truly believe it even exists, Jericho? Do you really believe Hans is even alive? he asked him quietly. He looked over to him. "I don't know Doc. To either one. But if I follow the trail to Utopia, I have to find some evidence of Hans. Either way, I swear to not rest until I bring closure to you both. It's the least I could do for you." Luther gave a weak old smile. He then embraced Jericho like a son. "Thank you, my boy." He then released the hug as Liezel walked up to him. Jericho bent down on his knees and she walked into his hug. "I'll miss you." was all she said. He embraced her a little tighter. "Not as much as I'll miss you." He kissed her on the forehead again, then was out the door.

He stepped with a lively pace up the tall hill of weathered cobblestones, past all manner of scum and villainy. He had pulled his goggles down and placed the MAW(his breathing apparatus) over his mouth He was already 10 minutes late meeting Archer at the Gypsy's Pride, he knew he should have left earlier. He knew it, but he would never have done it. It was getting harder and harder walking away from that little girl. But, the crew could never know about her. He didn't think they were bad people, he just didn't want to risk it. Besides, what would they say if they found out their big bad first mate played hide and seek. He knew a few of the smarter ones were suspicious due to the amount of mail he receives and sends out, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

He entered the Inn and immediately noticed a hooded figure at the bar. For a man who didn't wanted to be noticed, he sure did stick out. As he walked thorugh the inn, he heard some people commenting on how the hooded guy was crazy for trying to find Utopia. It looked like Archer was being as subtle with his questioning as usual. Some of the patrons recognized him and simply raised their glasses and nodded. He nodded back. A few mercenaries he did some work with a few years back. He then reached the bar and leaned against it right next to Archer. He then spoke in a low voice through the speaker of the MAW. "Forgive me for my tardiness. Captain. It took longer than expected to retrieve the information. Anyways, I got that crazy old Elf to translate the locket for me. It is in fact a clue to..." Jericho then looked about, not wanting to broadcast the information. "You know where. Unfortunately.......it's useless without a lead up clue. A clue that comes before this. We have a piece.....unfortunately it's not a starting one." He fiddled with the locket a bit, mind starting to wander. He then snapped out of it. "Anyway, what about your end then, Cap?"

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Jericho gladly accepted the mug of fuel. He lowered his mask and grabbed the mug and downed the glass faster than humanly possible. He placed mug back down and wiped his mouth. There wasn't much alcohol in that, but it would do for now. He chuckled a bit when he heard Archer's response. "I guess I'm making a reputation out of it, aren't I? I don't mean to, I guess I'm just thorough with my work." he said with a half chuckle. He knew the Captain was a trustworthy man, though a bit odd, he just wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. He felt like he had to protect her. Yeah, real good job of protecting her from half a sky away. Why did he do this? Why wasn't he just providing for her and why didn't he just take care of her? Because she had a father out there......somewhere. They needed closure, they needed to know if he was a live or dead, and if the latter, how he met his end. He never in a million years thought he would be a pirate searching for lost golden city to find a young girls father. It just sounded to........crazy.

He noticed the change in Archer when he had finished telling him about the locket. He got that spark in his eyes. That spark that get him going through any amount of obstacles and nay sayers. If you could say anything about Archer Bishop, it would be that he would ever give up and never lose hope in anything he puts faith in. Whether it be Utopia or his crew. He had gained Jericho's respect, which was not easy to do by any feat, but he had gained it within moments of looking into his eyes.

Jericho gave him a queer look when he stated their luck was going to change. He saw the men Archer were referring to in the reflection of one of the brass ornaments that hung from the ceiling. Jericho then gave his Captain a surprised look when he mentioned starting trouble. He knew Archer wasn't a pacifist, but he hated any form of confrontation and did everything in his power to avoid it. Then again, nothing got i his way when it came to Utopia. His look of surprise melted into a similar devlish grin. He slowly opened his coat revealing his duel Pneuralizers, illegal military grade fire arms capable of single shot and full automatic fire. Burst rounds said to be to destructive for military use......he loved these guns. "Never leave the ship without them, sir. As if you have to ask." he lowered his coat and readied himself. "By your your lead, Captain."

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#, as written by Deallo
How to find Utopia:

Step 1) Find an airship and crew.


All discoverers had some form of transportation. The Great Hallendale had the Flying Pussyfoot and Winston Hays had the Luminescent Cobra. Both had crews armed to the teeth and money to make the expenditure possible. Iris had neither a crew, an airship, money nor weapons. There had to be another way...and there was.

"We have reached our destination. Thank you for choosing Wright Brothers Inc. Have a good day."

As he stood up from his seat; Iris doubted the good hopes of the stewardess whose voice boomed over the airship. The flight attendant on the speakerphone was enough to finally scare him into rushing out the boarding station onto solid land. Back in Juriya, he wasn't observant enough to notice the name of the company until he was inside the airship and it took off. What kind of company names itself after brothers who crashed in a fiery inferno? Iris thought, hands over knees as he panted for air. He had made it to Noxia. With no more money left.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

The elf looked like a mess, blonde hair strewn about, sweat dripping from his brow. Iris took his time to recover that morning, only carrying a small pack on his back that held some books, the corpse of his deceased cat, Lucky, two sticks of chalk, and a handwritten spell book that hung from his waist. Being dressed in a black cloak was his way of acting inconspicuous, plus, he always found warmth in the darker colors of clothing. Iris stood on the dock for twenty minutes and already didn't trust the people who came and went Noxia, the hulking, intimidating, dirty, cyborg men, nor the sharp, lusty eyed gaze of the woman.

Irie practically felt naked as he walked into the town, watching his back at every turn, whipping his head left and right, he knew he was too vulnerable. There were some brawling in the middle of the streets for no apparent reasons other then for the sake of fighting. The mage ducked into an alley to get away for the chaos; pondering how in the world he'll join a crew who's willing to find Utopia if he can't even securely walk the streets. That's when it caught his eye. For a moment, he wasn't sure if was really a carcass, but when he edged himself forward he could see it plainly. The rotting body of a rather large bulldog.

Kneeling down besides it, the necromancer put on a tight pair of black gloves, and inspected the severity of the rotting and it's wounds. Iris traced a finger to it's throat, which looks like it was torn apart, it's right eye missing, and the rotting left side that exposed it's ribs was host to flies and insects. The blood was all dried up and it didn't smell...much. It had brown fur and strong muscles; most likely the victim of a literal dogfight.

The idea popped up almost immediately and a confident smile appeared on Iris's pale face. He drew the book and opened the pages to a rather simple spell; a spell he utilized when he was sixteen to bring back his dead cat back to life. Still, for some reason, it helps to have one's eyes on the words, making the spell last for a longer time. The ancient words spilled past his lips for ten seconds as a smoothing white light softly resonated over the body of the rotting dog before disappearing. For a minute or so, it seemed like the spell wasn't worked, but the body twitched. The bulldog wiggled it's legs and managed to stand up, shortly after sitting on it's hind legs, a flesh-ridden green tongue lolling from it's mouth. It was bigger then Iris expected, reaching up to his own waist, but it had an excited demeanor. It gave a strong bark, nearly giving the Necromancer a heart attack, and sat panting.

"Uhmmm...good boy." Irie said, unsure of what to do. He was of course, a cat-man, but he had a vague idea of doggy commands. Most importantly however, the dog needed a name, instead of just calling it Dog. "Your new name is...Rusty." The mage said, pointing his finger at the dog, before quickly bringing it back to his side for fear of enraging it. Bringing animals back from the dead by their bodies tended to bring their spirit back as well; but they're still (mostly) bound by his word. It wasn't the same with a human corpse. "Come...Rusty?" He said, voice cracking into a question, confusing the dog as it looked at him with it's head tilted to the side. "Come Rusty." Iris said more confidently, having the bulldog give another strong bark, before sauntering off in his direction.

It was a lot easier to navigate the streets of Noxia with the confidence of a undead canine companion by his side. Mainly because people noticed the large rotting dog that barked loud enough for them to back off. Iris couldn't help but have a smile on his face as he was no longer the one scared.

Still, it left himself little progress into joining a crew of disgusting pirates. Hours passed until he finally remembered something from a horrid fiction book that could help him: taverns, bars, places to drink whatever you may call them. The beginning of a journey always started wherever there was alcohol. Yes, it seemed as bad as an idea then as it did now, but understand Iris was getting desperate. So he chose the tavern he could find, a quaint place by the name of the Gypsy's Pride, and turned around whenever he got close enough to the front door. The very thought of going into such a place was disgusting. How many bottoms has rubbed off on the stools and chairs? Twenty-years worth? How many people were inside; too many. Enough to make the air stale. And fights, mindless fights probably occurring around every corner inside.

By the sixth time he neared the door, it suddenly opened in front of him, two crusty-looking fellows coming out while in conversation.

"Can ya believe that guy? Chasing after myths and ghosts."

"People stupid enough to think Utopia exist are not worth living."

From that point in time Iris had discovered two things. The first was that there was someone else trying to find Utopia in that bar. The second was that even pirates thought finding Utopia was as pointless venture as regular people did.

Almost immediatly, one of the two bumped into the elf, too enveloped in thought to pay attention, crashing backwards into the ground.

"Watch it, girl!"

Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl! Watch it, girl!
The words echoed in Iris' head, teeth instantly grating against one another, a low growl escaping his lips. Too many times. Too many times. He was not a girl. Not a girl. NOT a girl! NEVER a damned girl!

The dog growled at the pair and their attention was instantly shifted to the undead canine. "What the fuck is that?!" One of them managed to shout, in shock at the rotting presence that bore his teeth against him. They re-examined the person they knocked over, long black cloak, knife-ears, and a book by the waist. It was easy to put two-and-two together as one word came in mind. A mysterious god-like power that they couldn't wrap their tiny minds around: Magic.
The words that left the necromancer's lips were that of a mere whisper.

"Rusty. Sic'em."

Rusty barked as a sign of affirmative action, but the two were already running, leaving the dog to give chase as Iris stood up and shouted the order again and again.

"Sic'em. Sic'em! SIC'EM!" Left painting outside the entrance of the Gypsies Pride, another pair of people stood in the doorway on their way out, one of them, a tall muscular cyborg, the other clothed in a cloak as well. The necromancer was left to regain whatever composure he had left, which wasn't much, before he could take his chance to enter the disgusting tavern.

"E-Excuse me..." He said, taking the last few breaths of air to stabilize himself. "I'm...looking for someone inside, someone who is...searching for...Utopia." Iris said, only managing to squeak out the name of the mythological city, bracing himself for more humiliation and ridicule only if it meant he could find the man those two idiots spoke of before.

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It seemed Archer was finally ready to leave as he struggled to his feet and seemed to pry himself off of the bar. Jericho missed the days when he was dependent on alcohol for emotional reasons.......and to get sauced for the hell of it. Now Jericho has to drink to live and can't even enjoy the relief of being drunk. The things he had to live with in order to......well, keep living. They made their way to the exit and as if it was a cue button, the second they opened the door, he could hear the sound of five chairs scraping along the floor. Amateurs, didn't even wait to be out of earshot. Archer gave him a knowing nod in which Jericho returned. They were about to relocate themselves to a better area to deal the stalkers, but they were instead greeted by a very lithe elf cloaked in black. He seemed incredibly scared, but not in an innocent way. More in a I don't know what to do next, sort of way.

"I'm...looking for someone inside, someone who is...searching for...Utopia."

Archer simply turned to him with a look that practically screamed 'Did he just really say that?'. A small chuckle escaped Jericho's lips and simply nodded. The odds of this elf bumping into them at such a crucial moment of them retrieving info about Utopia when the Elf is looking for the very exact thing were astronomical. But, either way, here he was. It seemed Archer, not wanting to explain the situation seeing as in they were in a hurry, decided to take the elf along with them. Great, another ass he was going to have to cover. He knew how this would end up, Archer would make a distraction and he would have to take all of the guys. Now don't get him wrong, he prefers working this way, but now he would have to cover a civi, and he was not looking forward to that.

Archer led them through a crevice in the wall into an empty lot. Jericho quickly surveyed it, one way in or out, good choice. Archer was very good at subtly setting up scenarios where he and his would come out on top, one of the reasons Jericho enjoyed following him for all these years. Jericho spun on his heel and stared at the hole, waiting for the arrival of their new soon to be informants.

Seconds later, they came through the hole and then lined up to show how many there were and what kind of fire power they had. All in all, it was rather unimpressive to Jericho. Two arti's and three mugs with pistols. Nothing he couldn't handle......blindfolded......with both his hands tied around his back.

Jericho mentally readied himself and saw in his mind how he was going to take each one down. While he did this, Archer and the thugs exchanged words back and forth, all the while Archer remaining cool. He heard that they wanted the locket, as if Jericho didn't need more incentive to kill them. Soon the words came to a close as Archer gave his usual signal that shit was about to go down. He turned to him, mocking an offended expression. โ€œI guess they donโ€™t want to join us.โ€ Jericho then mimicked a disappointed voice. "Aw, well you tried Cap. No one to blame but them." Jericho then glanced with an evil grin back to the 5. As if on cue, Archer whipped out his pistol and shot one of the Arti's legs, a pressure cable of all things. Steam began to fill the area quickly and managed blind a lot of the goons. Archer then pulled the elf aside.

"Don't kill them all Jericho. We need one alive." Archer commanded.

Jericho nodded. "Aye aye, sir." Suddenly, gunfire started emerge from the now clearing steam cloud. It was mainly panic fire and wasn't really near him at all. Jericho was frozen for a few moments, his fingers rubbing against themselves. He then lowered his goggles and put the maw back onto his face. He froze there for a split second, then he leaped into action. His coat seemed to fly open as he retrieved one of his pistols out of it's holster as he leaped forward and rolled on the ground. He came back onto his knees as he raised his pistol in both hands. He then quickly and efficiently fired off five shots to five different places. The entire motion took under 5 seconds, then, they all fell to the ground. Jericho stood up, reloaded his gun, and casually walked over to the 5 fallen bodies.

One of them, a normal one in a burgundy suit, was moaning on the ground, a hole going straight through his left shin. Ignoring him Jericho walked up to each body and delivered two shots into each one for their heads. The military had trained him to always do a triple tap to each kill. When he came to the mechanical armed cyborg, he raised his gun to his head. Suddenly the cyborg's eyes burst open and his claw grabbed Jericho's gun and yanked it out of his direction. He then delivered a sucker punch to Jericho's nether regions, causing him to let go of his gun. The claw then came down onto Jericho's throat and he was hoisted up into the air. Jericho clamped his hands down onto the arm to support himself.

The goon looked him dead in the eyes with an evil grin. "I'm 'onna squeeze the life out of ya, then I'm 'onna torture your boys over there for what I came 'ere for. Then, I'll...." he was suddenly cut off by Jericho swinging his body up and wrapping his thighs around the mechanical arm, then his feet around the other one. Jericho then heaved with all of his might and caused the goon to flip backward and land on the back of his head. The claw released his throat and the First Mate quickly shifted his position and wrapped his arms around the metal arm of his assailant and planted his boot on his shoulder. He then began cranking it to the left as hard as he could. The goon started to scream as blood was slowly from from his arm socket. Then, with a sudden sound of snapping metal and bone, the arm dislocated and blood began to pour from his arm socket. Jericho readjusted himself so he was sitting straddling the goon's chest and facing him. Jericho bent down and said through his mask. "If your going to kill someone, just do it. Because if you talk about it to them, it gives them time to do exactly what a I just did." The goon simply let out a few pitiful whines as his face started to lose color. Jericho then held the goon's head in his hands and spoke. "By the way, my name is Jericho Malone." With that, Jericho then snapped his neck so hard that it spun completely around.

Jericho then got off of him and started to fully detach the arm from his body. When it was completely off, he then pulled the man's coat off of his corpse and wrapped it around the arm. HE looked over to Archer. "Spare parts for Ryder." was all the explanation he gave. He then slowly walked over to the injured man. He was breathing rapidly but seemed to be slowly slipping out of shock. Jericho reached into his coat and pulled out a small piece of paper and small brown bag. He poured the contents of the bag into the paper and rolled it up. It was tobacco. Jericho put the bag back and drew out a lighter. He lowered the MAW and lit the cigarette and took a long drag on it. He puffed out the smoke and then looked down at the injured man. He was now staring daggers at him. Jericho cocked his head at him, put the cigarette into his mouth, bent down, then delivered a quick jab to his nose. The man called out in pain as blood began to rush from his nose. Jericho then picked the man up by his shirt and began walking over to his captain, carrying the man like he would a piece of luggage.

He plopped the man down in front of Archer and took another drag on is cigarette. "Here you are then, chief, one living goon." Jericho said proudly.

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Archer Bishop


Archer, who had until this point been impatiently watching from behind a pile of discarded gears and metallic plates, almost lunged to his feet after the five gunshots rang through his ears. Five was more than enough for Jericho.

By a normal personโ€™s standards, it was an inappropriate circumstance to be as jovial as the captain appeared, yet contrary to the status quo, Archer chuckled, slamming an open hand on his new companions back, โ€œHeh, sorry if you were hoping for more of a show.โ€ He joked. As he swept the remnants of the ground off of his trousers, he could hear one of the thugs rise to the occasion. โ€œBrave soul,โ€ Archer muttered to himself. Without so much as batting an eye toward the commotion, Archer could make an educated guess of who was triumphing. He cringed at the too familiar sound of metal grinding and bone giving way under pressure. Shortly after, a second crack followed the first, silencing the pathetic whimpering the artificial. He didnโ€™t understand how cowards like that could justify their existence. Archer had always believed the useless did not deserve to consume air. Waste not, want not he supposed. After Jericho finished off the rest with the traditional dual shots to the head, he dropped the remainder at his captainโ€™s feet. โ€œFlawless,โ€ Archer said beneath his breath. Archer found that the case with his crew was an unusual one; their loyalty had yet to outweigh their usefulness.

โ€œHere you are chief, one living goon.โ€ There was a tone of pride flavoring Jerichoโ€™s speech. Modesty was not among Jerichoโ€™s many attributes. And Archer found that to be a surprisingly engaging trait. It kept Archerโ€™s spirits high.

Archer crouched next to the hostage, resting his elbows on either of his squatted knees. He cocked his head slightly as he inspected the seeping wound left by Jerichoโ€™s bullet. Smiling a familiar friendly smile, he spoke in a sympathetic yet sarcastic tone of voice, โ€œSorry about that, I really had hoped our negotiation wouldnโ€™t have a violent outcome. But you should be thanking your lucky stars chance had mercy on you. One of five and you are the survivor.โ€ He clapped his hands mockingly.

The goonโ€™s chest had a heavy rise and fall, and Archer could see his eyes flare up in hatred. Still, he was smart or frightened enough to not speak on it. One of the two.

Archer cleared his throat awkwardly, โ€œIโ€™ll cut to the chase thenโ€ฆ As you can see, in your position we wouldnโ€™t need speed, intellect or strength to deliver the coup de grace. And as you can also see by my first mateโ€™s display even given that, we have plenty of each. You know what we want, and I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, so in the interest of not defying fate, you could leave here a breathing man if you just tell me what you know. By my honor.โ€ Archer beamed with a youthful appearance as he held a hand over his heart.

โ€œFack yew. You fackinโ€™ cur. Iโ€™d rather die โ€˜ere wallowing in some stray dogs feces. โ€

Archer sighed dejectedly, so this was how it was going to be. He wasnโ€™t too surprised, just disappointed. The unrelenting egotism of man never ceased to amaze. How merciful did he have to be before someone would take him on his offer? Archer smeared his finger in the alleyโ€™s dust, then wedged it in the manโ€™s wound rotating it a bit. The hostageโ€™s body squirmed beneath Archerโ€™s touch, โ€œYouโ€™d be a damned fool to believe that enduring pain equates success. The barrel of Jerichoโ€™s gun only gets hotter every time itโ€™s fired, my satchel is equipped with a skinning knife, you donโ€™t need many of your appendages for survival and my friend over there,โ€ Archer pointed with his thumb toward the hooded civilian, โ€œShe โ€“ Err. He? Well he was recently released from a psyche ward, donโ€™t know why though, considering the reason he was admitted in the first place. I heard he set someoneโ€™s armโ€™s ablaze, cut off the charred remnants and put maggots in the hollowed out stumped of the shoulder blade.โ€

The hostage responded by spitting in Archerโ€™s face. He should have expected that too. Perhaps the last one was too far-stretched. It wasnโ€™t uncommon for the captain to get caught up in his own whimsical tales.

Archer sighed sliding a hand down his face, he didnโ€™t like what he had to do, but there was no other option, โ€œThen I suppose it wouldnโ€™t help to tell you I am wanted for sexual offenses against male civilians across the skies?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re lying.โ€ The goon called.

Archer stood and began to simulate unbuttoning his trousers. He didnโ€™t have to suggest much before the goon was spilling at the mouth. โ€œCaptain was talkinโ€™ bout a ruin on Redvale, says โ€˜e visited it once, ancient scriptures inside anโ€™ all. โ€˜E said the ancientsโ€™ civilizations might be โ€˜aving some way to survive the Great Abyss. But when โ€˜e tried to get inside, it was sealed shut. Thatโ€™s all I know, Redvale is yer best bet.โ€
Archer had assumed as much. His suspicions were confirmed, even if they had a means to reach Utopia, there would be no way to the escape pull of the Great Abyss. Not without some sort of vantage. He liked Red Vale, it was a good place to start. Archer tipped his bowler in the direction of the wounded parasite. True to his word he exited the alleyway, leaving the hostage where he sat.

Archer finally directed his attention to the helpless elf, who they had momentarily taken captive to suit their needs, he grinned maliciously in his direction. โ€œSo you say youโ€™re looking for Utopia huh? I donโ€™t much care about your business there, or what you are capable of, but hereโ€™s my offer. Our ship embarks in at most an hour. You can join us, or go about it your own way. I donโ€™t mind a little friendly competition, but keep in mind, it is my full intent that my crew is first to come back alive from the city. If you get in the way of that dream, you can join them.โ€ Archer gestured to the lifeless bodies with the cock of his head, โ€œWhatโ€™s it going to be?โ€

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Only Iris couldn't understand the look those two gave each other.

"Wait, what do you mean?" The elf asked as he was forcefully dragged away by the shoulder. Had he not been partly relieved that he was getting farther from that dirty, dirty bar and partly scared that he was unexpectedly dragged away by two men he might have said something about the touching. "The 'aforementioned city'? You mean Utopia? Is it Utopia? I bet it's Utopia." The clueless necromancer went on, probably attracting more attention to the bounty hunters that followed them, until he was finally pushed in a hole in the wall.

It took a while before Iris could finally put two and two together. The confining to this close space, one way in, one way out...They were mugging him!

The elf gulped and turned to his captors, putting on a half-decent smile, sweat rolling off his brow, nervousness turning his tongue dry.

"Y-you guys got me b-b-but I don't have any money. None! I mean, I have chalk, but its not even good chalk! N-nothing in this bag but my cat and she's all dusty-

Yet it took only a moment to realize they weren't even acknowledging him and were instead; paying attention to a group of nastier people coming through their only exit. It wasn't like the area was claustrophobic but it was definitely too small for the necromancer's comfort. The mechanical augmentations on the first two practically scared the elf, who shrank in their presence, as well as the three with guns. Not like they needed guns; considering they could do a more effective jobs using their fists.

The man who dragged him into this mess started to talk to the terrifying(er) group that blocked their only way out. Half-way through their little talk; Iris then realized they were actually talking about Utopia. Turning his head to the second, apparently ally, who seemed to give off a malevolent feel, like he was...excited for the events to come.

What madness have I gotten into? Suddenly, a deafening bullet pierced his ears, and steam filled into the room. The mage was dragged away into a small piece of cover; where he closed his eyes and covered his ears until he could hear no more gunshots. By the time he slid out of his little corner, fog obscured everything, but all the sounds could be heard. โ€œHeh, sorry if you were hoping for more of a show.โ€ The other one said, smacking the mage across his back in a way too joyous, like perhaps he was somewhere else and not here. "A show?" Iris managed to whisper back before a bone-chilling "crack" sounded from the steam as well as a few whimpers.

Paralyzed, Iris stood there as the steam cleared, the "muscle" of the two dragging the only survivor left from the onslaught and placing it in front of his "chief".

To be honest, the elf hadn't expected the hostage to speak either, mainly cause of the mocking way the leader of the group tried on him. Then the threatening. Although he quickly revised his word "she" to a "he" when talking about the mage himself, it didn't help Irie to ever so slightly twitch, and blankly stare at him while the lie about him being a psycho flew over his head. Of course, that didn't work either. The necromancer mentally debated whether or not he should offer his assistance in this matter. Draw a Circle of Binding around one of the many corpses, perform a Right of Rising, and explain the situation in a timely manner.

Though, as it turns out, they were entirely capable of coaxing the information themselves. Especially after what Irie could only hope was a lie about sexual offenses on male civilians. The hostage looked at the necromancer only confirm that Irie was just as shocked as he was. The mage took a step away from Archer. He spoke about ruins in Redvale, the heartland of elves, that there's something in there to get past the Great Abyss, a land no airship had ever gotten past before. After that, the group left the claustrophobic area through the hole, Iris following suit, trying to not step on any of the blood, bodies, or giblets that littered the floor.

The smile that he was given by the leader of the two was one too creepy to be friendly. The ultimatum the mage was given wasn't one he liked. Either join these most likely crazy people, who were also most likely pirates, or die. Just because he didn't like it didn't mean it wasn't easy to choose.

"Right, I'll join you, I guess?" The necromancer said with a smidgen of doubt in his voice. He pulled back the hood to reveal his face; still an embarrassingly feminine face and looked with dark brown eyes at the two who'd he call the leader and the muscle. "My name is Iris and I'm a-"

Barking suddenly cut off his words as the undead bulldog appeared beside him, sitting on his back legs, mouth and teeth colored with red. Rusty!" the necromancer said with a tinge of surprise; having nearly forgotten his new pet. The elf patted the large dog who's height reached his waist and turned to the new...friends(?) he had made. Although his acquaintances might have different...reactions to his animal friend; introductions were still fairly simple. "Rusty, People I don't know. People I don't know, Rusty." The bulldog bared his teeth and growled at the strangers. "Bad Rusty! These are allies. Friends. Somewhat, I think. No biting them." Irie chided before looking back at the leader specifically and back at his undead companion. "Unless they touch me. Then bite their face off." The necromancer said, petting the dog with two hands by his ears before awkwardly staring back at his other, living, companions. "I don't like being touched." He iterated for clarification; still unsure if that "sexual offenses on male civilians" thing is true or not.

The awkward silence was however broken as Iris turned his head around to a voice. Although he couldn't make out what in particular was said; he could tell that it was bad news. "Uh oh." left his lips as he spotted the elvish girl right before another word: "A witness." Iris turned to his companions and had very little faith that they wouldn't try to kill her just as brutally as the aggressors from earlier.

"Maybe now would be a good time to go to the docks, get to the ship, and head to Redvale. I do know ancient elvish so I guess that'll be helpful." He said, already taking steps to the opposite direction of their witness, mentally nudging forward his acquaintances to do the same.

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Jericho "Ironheart" Malone




"Flawless" was all that Archer said. Jericho looked almost insulted. "What else did you expect?" was his response to that. Jericho was damn good at what he did, and he knew it. He exhumed pride from his very being. Jericho simply stood by as Archer began his many attempts of interrogating the man. Archer's interrogations usually went from polite conversation to threats to, well, Jericho. Even though Jericho disliked that he was the last step of the more stubborn dirt bags of the world, he did what his Captain told him to do. Not blindly, never blindly, he just never really got a kick out of torturing people, though he was rather experienced with it.

Eventually the man caved in at the drop of Archer threatening to rape him. Apparently the next clue was in Redvale, that was as good a place as any to start......again. The group made their way out of the alley and the Captain offered the elf, who was apparently a male named Iris, to either join the crew or die. Jericho personally agreed with those choices, he knew too much now, so he either had to become an asset or a liability. Iris agreed to join them right when something Jericho had honestly had never seen in his entire life came trotting up, and that's saying something. What came up and started liking Iris was what Jericho could only describe as......a zombie bulldog. It's name was apparently Rusty and was Iris's companion. Jericho simply turned and gave Archer a look that said "I got nothing." He then gave a small chuckle at the sight he was witnessing.

When Iris introduced them to Rusty as People I don't know, Jericho realized they hadn't introduced themselves. "The names Jericho Malone, most folks call me Ironheart. I'm your First Mate." He said with a friendly tone. Suddenly, an oddly dressed girl came around the corner and wanted to know if they were the Fleet Foot Pirates and if she could join them. After 10 seconds of confused silence, the girl seemed to suddenly switch moods and began crying and sat down near the alley, drawing a circle around herself. Jericho, to say the least, had no idea what had just happened. This girl must have crazy mood swings or something, and how is it that she had heard of them? He didn't realize the crew was famous. He knew he was famous, but he didn't realize everyone else was.

Jericho just slowly turned to the Captain, showing his confusion. "Right then..........well. We got what we needed and I feel I need a touch up from Eris. You can deal with.......that." Jericho said gesturing to the girl. "And I'll take our new shipmate back to the Serpent and get him situated." He then leaned in closer to Archer. "Be careful alright, she seems, off." he then pulled back and began to walk back towards the docks, gesturing for Iris to follow.

After awhile, they finally made it back to the docks. Jericho gestured towards his ship to Iris. "There she is, Satan's Serpent. I know what your thinking, why the hell would anyone call their ship that?" He then gave Iris a rather off smile. "I'll let you figure that out on your own." His face froze in that off smile for a few seconds before laughing and breaking his expression. "I'm just messing with you, Iris. It's because we're pirates." he then walked across the gangplank to the deck of the ship, gesturing for Iris to follow. "Rusty shouldn't be a problem, just watch him around Aria, she's an animal lover and a bit........accident prone." He said, remembering some of the things that she had broken since the time she had arrived.

He signaled for him to follow, and made his way into the ship, towards the most likely place everyone was, the kitchen. He entered the kitchen with the usual authority he displayed and immediately found Aria with others. "Aria, this is Iris, he is a new addition to our crew. I want you to show him his room, just pick an empty one, and give him a tour. Just a tour, not a display of the cannons or how to work anything, just a tour. Do you understand me?" he said with a firm yet caring tone. It's the tone he used with Aria when he wanted her to pay special attention to him. He loved the girl to death but she was a nightmare.

He then turned to Ryder and placed the sack down on the table in front of him. "Got a present for you Ryder." He then pulled out the mechanical arm, with bits of flesh, blood and bone still lingering on the socket. "Fresh parts......and a claw, if for some reason you needed one." He told him. Ryder's personality caused him to immediately compare cocks with any man when a woman was near by. Jericho believed this stemmed from some deep seated insecurity from his childhood or maybe about his arm, either way, Jericho simply thought it was cute the way he saw him as a threat, as if he was going to get with every single girl on this ship. In all honesty, they barely ever really saw each other. Jericho rarely ate with the crew because....well, he didn't eat. So with Ryder being the cook, they didn't spend much time together.

Jericho spun around to see Lucas, who he gave an approving nod to and passed by a blond woman he had never seen before. This caused him to stop and spin around. He eyed the woman suspiciously, then raised a finger at her. "Who the hell is this?" he then turned to her. "Who the hell are you?" demanding answers from this stranger aboard their boat.

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Lady D, The Medic


"Daeris! Daeris! Daeris!"

Eyes opened suddenly with great urgency revealing a pair of aquamarine orbs. Emotions of fear, shock, regret, desperation, and then realization played like a silent film within those eyes. "That dream again..." Daeris slowly sat and looked at the dresser where a mirror was. She looked at her reflection as it revealed a beautiful maiden with long purple hair with blue ends falling around her like curtains although, they were in a bit of disarray. Aquamarine colored eyes stared back at her which only seemed to be more noticeable due to her caramel brown complexion. Taking a deep breath, she removed herself from the bed as the blankets fall around her like milk water. It revealed her body which was 'glamorous' as she recalled a certain person describing it. She wore a sleeveless white sleeping gown that reaches up to her ankles. It hugged her form perfectly showing her curves. She grabbed hold of a robe that was hanging at the chair near the dresser and covered herself with it. Running her fingers through her hair to smooth out some of the tussles, she looked at her clock for the time. It was way past morning. "I slept without anyone disturbing. Is this an omen?" She said to no one in particular as she had a quizzical expression. This was quite surprising as everyone tends to become her alarm clock no matter how trivial the matters are. It could only mean one thing that something must have happened or they arrived at Noxia. She was leaning on the last part. "It seems no one needed me. That's a bad thing..." She whispered the latter portion of her words to herself.

Approaching her closet, Daeris took out the clothes that she would wear for the day. She had been in her room for most of the day. It would only be natural for her to know what has happened in her absence. She did heard from the Captain about gathering information at Noxia which was logical. It did cause her concern for things might get rough in the process of obtaining useable information about the crew's ultimate goal. This district after all was not keen on diplomacy and preferred a rather physical method. Well, she was not that worried as she knew that everyone could handle themselves very well. And if not, it is why she was here on board with them. After she had finished making herself presentable, she left her room and walked along the corridors. Her chosen attire was a one shoulder blue ombre dress that complimented her eyes. It seems she was not fitted within the walls of the ship as she appears more like a princess. It is why she had attained the nickname Lady D because of how she dresses. She could hear voices and some noises of the distance. It made her job of tracking everyone easier as their noises were like beacons to their location.

Soon, she arrived at the kitchen which was the haven of their Cook. "Well, good day to everyone..." Daeris greeted everyone that was present with a small smile. She took a seat on one of the available chairs and looked at the people around her. Ryder seemed to be busy with cooking while Aria was as energetic as ever. On the other hand, Lucas seemed to be entertaining a blonde woman. Well, she does not know her and would only mean a newcomer. But the same could be said about the person behind the First Mate, Jericho. It would seem that while she was asleep everyone was busy making new friends. Well, it made her proud that they did not create enemies like they all used to do. However, her joy immediately disappeared noticing that Jericho seemed to have a few smudges on him. It seemed the man got into a physical altercation which could only mean that the Captain did as well. It would also be possible that these guests were not what she thought them to be. This made her release a sigh. "Here I thought that you just made friends." Standing from her chair, she approached Jericho. "You are going to the clinic, right? She said with an eerie calmness but those aquamarine eyes reflected that she was not suggesting what he should do.

But for now, Daeris allowed her attention to shift into the two strangers in the kitchen. She had already heard Jericho earlier before arriving at the kitchen about asking the blonde woman's identity. She understood his intentions for she shared them as well. Although, she was not there when the other person was being introduced. "It is only right to introduce one's self before asking someone else's. Did I not teach you some manners?" Daeris commented and faced the blonde woman. "Call me Eris. I'm the medic around here. Please forgive them for any rudeness they might have shown you. They're harmless. I assure you." She said with a smile on her face as she also glanced a look at the one that Jericho came with.

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The muscle was apparently named Jericho "Iron Heart" and he was the first mate of the crew Iris was forced to join. Had the necromancer been more social in Juriya, he'd have maybe recognized the name, and heard of the tales of Iron Heart Malone. Though with that logic, he would've never gotten into necromancy, and be the nervous wreck today. The laughing from what Iris could only reasonably guess was from the captain was rather disheartening to hear; as his threat was seemed to have been taken with a grain of salt. The mage hung his head in defeat for a few moments before realizing that no-one was moving; and that everyone was awkwardly staring at their (other) witness until she started crying and ran into an alley.

Emotion was hard enough to understand for Iris but this was ridiculous. A smirk couldn't help but form on his lips as he waved goodbye to their captain; left to fix up that mess all by himself. It was enough to almost make the necromancer feel sorry for him. Almost.

Though it would be disastrous for the mage to sort out that mess himself; it didn't make walking with a very deadly killer anymore comfortable. The silence in the walk was finally broken when the two finally reached the docks; and approached the ship known as the Satan's Serpent. What an odd name. Iris thought to himself as Jericho boldly, proudly, and laughingly stated that they were pirates. It was another degree of oddness the necromancer would cross. Like a man who just got out of the doctor's office to shout out to the world "I have a flesh eating disease!" with a smile on his face. It was the beginning of the oddest things Iris would find on his search for Utopia.

He bent down on one knee and looked into the eyes of his vicious new-found pet, petting him over the hand with one gloved hand, and scratching him behind the ears with the other. Fur was something Lucky lost around the tenth year; so it was a new experience all over again. "You don't hurt anyone in there unless I say so Rusty. Understand?" The bulldog barked, and started to pant eagerly as if it was excited, a trait the elf wish he could exchange for his fear. Jericho assured him otherwise that his pet wouldn't be a problem except with a certain Aria.

The inside of the ship was rather...clean? Surprisingly clean. As if there wasn't any pirates on board this ship at all. The comfort that Iris had was suddenly dissipated as he was forced into a room occupied by so many other people. He tensed up instantly, shoulders locked at his side, and proceeded to stare into the ground only to catch a glimpse of people. There must have been about six people in that room and Jericho introduced the one named Aria to the mage. It only took a slight glance to tell but this girl was an elf as well. A very, very short elf. Which indicated that she was either young, probably in her twenties, or that fate seems to truly hate her. Of course, his eyes were rather busy then gathering the oddest out of the group, a gorgeous-looking woman with sun-bathed skin wearing a blue dress. Just as she was talking to Jericho, he was bust trying to figure out who the blond woman was, who clipped her hair short and had the attire of a hired gun. From where Iris stood, she could see half of her body as she sat in the chair, and was staring until he swore her deadly wildcat eyes saw him, prompted him to turn his head away. For some reason, his line of sight met the lady in blue's, and he quickly let his eyes fall to the ground.

He raised one hand, covered in a black glove, and gave a small wave when suddenly he was being pulled away from the situation. As soon as he exited the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down to see the young one named Aria pulling him along. Iris could only guess she was somewhat ambivalent to his pet. She showed him his room in the lower deck, a rather empty room, with a bed, a counter and dresser. He thanked her and just as he was going in, noticed she was staring at the undead dog, probably unsure of it's existence or whether or not to pet it. "It's okay, he won't bite. His name's Rusty." The necromancer added, slipping into his room to unload his books, and placed the bones of his dead cat into the center of it. The elf was certain the dog would do nothing to harm Aria; undead had to follow the commands of their masters.

He drew a small pentagram in chalk around the bones, to help the joining process, reached into the book around his waist, and read the Rite of Rising. Iris could hear Aria and Rusty getting along behind the door but blocked them out as he read the words; the circle emanating a purple glow before it dissipated. It was as if nothing was drawn in the first place. The bones started to rattle, sorting itself into form, stacking against one another until it was complete. Lucky stood once more, with off-white colored bones, and jumped into her master's lap. Lucky was basically a skeletal cat but she's smarter then what people taker her for. Generally more friendly as well. After lightly petting the animal, Lucky moved with feline speed, and held onto the back-cloth of his cloak. The comfort of a cat was much more satisfying then the excitement of a dog.

When Iris left the room, Aria and Rusty were playing around, and the captain seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing Iris to jump. He explained the meeting in his quarter's and told Aria to escort Iris there. After he walked away, Lucky climbed up upon Iris' shoulder, and looked down upon Aria. "Aria. Lucky. Lucky. Aria." Iris introduced again, though Lucky was less enthusiastic then Rusty was. She stayed perched upon his shoulder even when he entered the crowded room of the Captain's quarters. He began to pick up Lucky with one hand, using his arm as a comfortable place for her to curl up in, and began to pet her out of sheer nervousness while Rusty sat jealously right beside him.

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Aethyra jumped at hearing the captain's voice. People usually left her alone while she worked, that was their deal, but it was obviously something important. She strode from the workroom, grumbling Elven curses, keeping the box clutched tightly in her hands. She didn't trust that it would still be there upon her return. As she walked through the ship, magic prickled at her skin, and she half-smiled, her feminine demeanor returning to her already. It was certainly Elven, though Aria knew nothing of the old arts, and Lady D was half-human, meaning...there was another elf aboard.

Edging into the Captain's quarters, she settled against the wall, still barely half-dressed, and pulled her hood down, tucking her flaming hair behind her pointed ears, a gesture she rarely pulled. The new-comer was obvious, an Elven man, very pretty, with a bone cat on his shoulder. A Necromancer? she thought, How lovely. i haven't seen dark arts since I left home! Catching his eye, she winked and smiled, hoping to calm his fear. She was brimming with excitement to have another elf on board, but she bit her tongue, hoping to have a talk with him later that evening, elf to elf.

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Rayne and Teko followed their guide up a flight of stairs and into the kitchen area. On the way they passed by two people, the child Rayne had seen earlier and a young man who didn't look half bad.

"Well, aren't you two a happy couple. Slightly weird and a bit off, but happy. We got an extra member for dinner. We'll meet you in the kitchen." Rayne pondered that sentence for a half second, coming to the conclusion that, since the girl appeared too young, that the man was the cook of the ship. Wonderful, should her assignment take longer than she'd first deemed, getting along with the maker of their food wouldn't be a shabby plan.

When Rayne's guide finally showed her to the bar, she was already calculating 'plan of attack'. His voice drew her from her inner self.

"What'll you have? We got rum, whiskey, beer... oh! we also have this Juriya made wine that a politician had hidden in his cellar. Apparently, some researcher made it while testing for chemical reactions. Haven't met anyone brave enough to try it yet."

"And since I have a will to live, I am not up for giving it a try either. Just pour me a pint of mead and we'll call it good, m'kay?" Rayne instructed, tapping a finger on the bar's counter. As she was doing so, the cook entered, seemingly glared at her guide after looking at her, and then vanished into the actual kitchen. Not before Rayne had the chance to give him a wink of her eye and a small, toothed smiled.

When her drink was finally presented, Rayne lifted it to her red lips and took a half swig, savoring the putrid honey taste. It wasn't until another voice rang out that Rayne sighed and set down her tankard.

A masculine voice from beside Lucas drew the blonde's attention upward. "Who the hell are you?" Rayne noted the maw around his neck, the similarity between herself and him was apparent. They were both cyborg. Another similarity that Rayne was smart enough notice was their build. Lean muscle from head to toe, marking the body of a fighter and perhaps a gunman as well? She'd have to figure out at a later date, if there was one.

"Rayne," she informed him, deciding her drink was more interesting than anything he might say to her. "That's who the hell I am."

Teko, who'd remained quiet and seemingly dead, shifted a bit on his feet.

"Radar sensors indicate multiple weapons of various builds housed in that awful red coat of his," Teko whispered into his friend's ear. "Also-"

Rayne interrupted him. "I know. We'll talk later." She tapped his domed head with a knuckle and swiped up the mini statue that was her metal friend. After she placed him in the spelled pouch on her belt, Rayne took up her drink and gulped down another portion of it.

"And that," she began, "Was a friend of mine."

To Rayne's annoyance, a woman with eyes the color of aquamarines appeared at her side.

"Call me Eris. I'm the medic around here. Please forgive them for any rudeness they might have shown you. They're harmless. I assure you."

"I don't think your metallic shipmate here is as harmless as you propose he is," muttered the blonde. This was by far the worst mission she'd taken in a while. Rayne hated meeting new people as much as she hated being crowded, both of which she was experiencing at the moment.

The last person to enter the scene wore authority like a cloak. Based upon the rest of the crew's reaction, Rayne knew this man to be the captain. He said nothing to her but for the dirty look and announced, โ€œMeet me in my quarters. Now." Determined to not go along with the rest of them, Rayne stayed where she was to finish her drink.

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Jericho Ironheart Malone


Stood there awaiting the strange woman's answer, when a familiar sweet aroma filled the air. He could smell her coming down the hallway, Daeris Thissalie, the ships medic, and Jericho's personal saint. She dealt with his smugness, presence and constant medical needs every single day she had been here. His body is constantly fighting for survival every day, even if he were to remain in bed, and she was the only one who truly understood that. For that fact alone, she was the only person he didn't bark. Her mere presence seemed to sooth him, due to every time he sees her, she does her best to make his pain go away, his literal pain, that is. Her best also seems to equal most peoples medical miracles, why she had decided to stick around with a pirate crew he'll never fully understand. She seemed to be upset about how she thought the crew were making friends. "I don't make friends with people who trespass on this ship, Eris." He stated calmly, eyes never leaving the blond woman.

Eris then approached him. "You are going to the clinic, right?" Jericho briefly looked at her, realizing she had guessed that he had been in a fight. It's true, he felt that his muscle had been over exasperated since using his bare hands to rip off a metal arm. His lung was acting up as well. "Yes, Eris, later." he stated softer to her. He didn't understand why, but he always said her name in nearly every sentence he said to her. It worried him sometimes. He quickly looked back to the woman when she finally addressed him.

"Rayne." she said flatly, looking at her drink more intently than him. "That's who the hell I am." Jericho narrowed his eyes at her. When doing that, he suddenly noticed the strange movement of her eyes/ She was a cyborg like him, less obvious than Ryder, but still a cyborg. A fighter for sure and that glint of danger in her eye. She was dangerous, but then again, so was he. Lady D then introduced herself to Rayne. She then went on the record stating that he was more dangerous than Eris made him out to be. She also stated that he was metallic, meaning she knew he was a cyborg. She was good. The robot she had with her made him uneasy, seeing how he had never seen one like it before, but he had destroyed dozens of robots, so he wasn't too worried.......still. He felt better, and a little confused, when the robot somehow compacted itself and Rayne put it away, stating it was her friend. "Well, keep you friend and your gun where they are, or else we are going to have trouble. Now, why the hell are you on this ship?" He stated very plainly with a slightly threatening tone. Before the situation could continue, the Captain entered the room. "Meet me in my quarters........now." He seemed a little upset. It was probably because Jericho ditched him to carry around a strange witness. He wasn't worried though, he was far too valuable to Archer for him to do anything to him. Well, anything drastic anyway. That did leave one rather large problem, the dangerous and mysterious Rayne. She couldn't be trusted at the meeting and she couldn't be left to freely wander around the ship, so what to do with her.

As people were leaving, he turned to Rayne, who was looking rather calm. "I'm going to lock you in here until the meeting is over, Miss Rayne. I hope you understand." He stated with a very fake smile on. Before he left, he grabbed the bottle of Juriyan Wine they had picked up and downed half the bottle. He then okaced it back on the shelf. He needed a recharge, especially with her around. Jericho then left through the door, then before he closed it, he popped his head in. "By the way, the names Jericho, Jericho Malone." He then closed the metal and sealed it shut, locking the threat in the room. JEricho then made his way to the Captain's quarters and took a spot next to Eris.

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Hearing Jericho's answer about going to the clinic, Daeris was pleased. As a result, she gave the first mate a tender smile. It is not a secret to her how fragile Jericho's condition is truly. She needs to do daily maintenance and check-ups on him to make sure he would be able to function normally even without her by his side. It also worries her about the daily brush with death that their crew seemed to attract. But, it is something to be expected. They were pirates. Trouble, danger, death, violence, and all of that were part of the everyday living. "I'm glad to hear that Jericho." She said in return and then she returned her attention to their blonde guest who had contradicted Daeris' earlier statement about the crew being harmless especially the first mate.

"A cyborg. I see..." She noted with subtle interest glowing within those aquamarine eyes as the medic had finally took enough time to analyze the blonde stranger. Her interest was also taken by the robot companion that the one now known as Rayne had. She had a feeling that something exciting would bound to happen. "I suggest you sit tight. You would not want to miss the show." After saying that, the glint of interest disappeared as instantly. Daeris was also known among the crew to know more things than she let others think.

"Manners..." Daeris noted upon hearing the slight rise in Jericho's tone. She truly understand the cause of distrust. It does not also help with Rayne seemed incorrigible in her opinion. This only strengthen her opinion about the blonde cyborg. Closing her eyes briefly, she sensed someone approaching the room. She slowly opened her eyes and then looked at the doorway. It would seemed that the captain has finally arrived. Judging by his appearance, she was now certain that him and the first mate had some fun in a form of a brawl. After all, their form of negotiations and information-gathering definitely lacked in finesse and subtlety. More importantly, she showed slight concern as Archer rubbed his temples and declared that they will be having a meeting. "I told you many times. Not to take everything so seriously. The stress would only cause you headaches." She said towards the Captain with a sigh at the end.

"They all act tough but they only give me more trouble." She thought inwardly and then cast her attention to the others. "Let's not make the Captain wait any longer." She told everyone with a carefree smile. "Jericho..." Turning towards the man, she leaned towards him and whispered. One would wonder if they were lovers or something along those lines. But to those who knew Daeris, this is how she normally interacts. "As I said, don't be too harsh and don't stress too much. Doctor's orders." She said with a soothing tone and knew that the first mate would do something about Rayne. After all, suspicions were in all-time high as of now. Taking a moment to smile at Jericho, she directed her attention to Rayne. "Excuse us then, Rayne." When that was done, she left the room and made her way to the Captain's Quarters. It was where their meetings always occur.

Gently knocking at the door, Daeris opened and entered the room with small smile. "Shall I be expecting you in the clinic as well?" She said with gentle yet motherly tone. Among everyone in the crew, the medic was the only one capable of requesting or even remotely ordering the others if possible. There was just simply something about her gestures and presence that made it easy to listen to her. Taking her respective spot, her aquamarine eyes looked at the Captain as she pointed at her head emphasizing the headache that Archer had. Her attention only shifted slightly when she felt Jericho standing by her side. "Is everything well in the Kitchen?" She asked but one could easily understand what she truly meant by her words.