Fantasy 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝐸𝓁𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶

[Guppy Franz]

Gaberial De'Sardet
"Red"
Interactions: . D O V E Colorless Spectrum Vexumin​

Another strained groan escaped Red as he remained laying on the floor, his body sore and tired from the hectic day. A bitter realization came to mind as he realized he had fallen from a considerable height two times in one day. First was thanks to the blasted Bounty Hunter during the battle and now it was due to this rotting excuse for a ship. As his dazed mind slowly began to return to its original state, he heard a voice call out to him from above, recognizing it to belong to Eiren. Red slowly arched a brow as he heard the question asked of him and slowly patted himself down, checking for any signs of punctures or sources of blood. To his slight relief, it seemed he remained free of any holes, but the sharp aching throb in his back was a cause for concern. "No, I remain puncture free," he answered with a mutter before coughing into his fist, the inside of his lungs feeling as if they had become caked in a thick layer of dust.

As he managed to not hack up one of the said lungs he looked up toward the hole he fell through as a bright flash of light made him wince and squint. Slight confusion filled his mind as he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light illuminating him, but through the cracks of his fingers, he watched a small insect-like figure gracefully flutter down towards him, the sight feeling as if it was a sort of divine intervention. "What?" Red whispered as his eyes never strayed from the sight before him. Before he could wrap his head around it though, his head flinched back slightly as the familiar face of Fiona replaced the spectacle, a look of concern covering her face. "Ms. Shreka?" he questioned aloud with a slightly breathless voice, a bit taken back before quickly noticing the tears trickling down her cheeks.

As she questioned if he was still alive Red simply remained silent, staring at her with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Why was she crying? They've only known each other for a week, but even so, they've barely interacted. Red found it odd, but at the same time, he kept his eyes on her, unable to look away. As the tears continued to flow down her cheeks and she began to check him for any injuries, Red's gaze softened slightly. Though he resisted the urge to give a small smile, her concern was very much appreciated. "I'm fine, Ms. Shreka. Nothing a long bath won't fix," he assured before wincing slightly as he began to push himself up into a sitting position, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to ignore the sharp pain running up his spine. "Maybe a nice massage wouldn't hurt either," he chuckled lightly to himself before redirecting his attention to Fiona as she found a nearby book.

It reminded him of the book he found in the chest above and quickly scanned his surroundings. It only took him a moment to realize he had fallen atop it and swiftly slipped it into his coat pocket as Fiona was consumed with whatever was written in the book she found. As he pulled his hand away from his pocket Shiloh joined the two, jumping down and landing nearby. Red gave a curt nod of greeting, but before he could speak the sound of a book falling to the ground caught his attention, and looked to Fiona, his brows furrowing in concern from the look on her face. "Ms. Shreka?" Red questioned slowly, following her movement before she finally began yelling. Begging for whatever was plaguing her to stop. "Ms. Shreka calm your- Argh!" Red was unable to finish as the sharp pain in his spine shot through his body like a bolt of lightning, his attempt to rise to his feet and aid the distressed junior of the crew a miserable failure. It had felt as if he had twisted something wrong in his hurry to get up, making the muscles in his back grow tight with strain.

He stumbled onto his knees, his left elbow stopping him from falling face-first onto the ground and his right hand slamming down into the wooden surface to keep him balanced. Through gritted teeth, he hissed out a silent curse before looking back up to see Shiloh quickly moving to Fiona's aid. Red's gaze hardened on the two, unsure of what had just happened and feeling his suspicion of the two slowly growing. What in the hell did she read? Red directed his gaze over to the fallen book but was unable to read its contents, watching as Eiren collected the material and secure it in the barrel on his back. As Shiloh apologized after lifting a now unconscious Fiona in his arms, Red simply gave a nod of understanding and a low sigh of exhaustion. "No need," he muttered before looking up to Eiren as he offered a hand to him, also suggesting they make their leave.

Red gave a slow nod before taking a firm grasp of the automaton's hand and pulling himself up to his feet, a grunt and hiss of pain slipping from his clenched teeth as he rose from the ground. For a moment he used Eiren as a source of support before taking a shaky step back, giving a great nod to his companion before running his hands through his messy hair. "Agreed. I for one have had my fill of this place," he muttered with venom in his voice before glancing up at the two juniors. The sight of an unconscious Fiona and a distressed Shiloh did not sit well with him, but Red couldn't help but feel wary of them, especially Fiona. It would not do the crew well if they had an unstable mind aboard their ship. Though there were already plenty of unstable minds amongst their ranks, none so far have displayed a scene like her yet. "I also suggest we keep this part of our venture to ourselves. For now, at least," he suggested to everyone before making eye contact with Shiloh, a calm but tense gaze set on his.

"After she recovers and has some rest, I wish to have words with the two of you," he said, his words coming off less as a request and more as a demand. Without waiting for a reply Red looked to Eiren and gave a firm nod before searching for the exit of the room. Afterward, they would begin to make their way out of the abandoned ship and start their long trek back through the woods. The journey back was a silent one, their group being tired, sore, or plagued with stress. It was times like these he would envy the automaton, wishing he could ignore the plights of having a fleshy mortal coil. When they had returned to the Infinity Red had grown suspicious to see a number of the crew not around but was too exhausted from the day to question it. He had faith in his fellow crewmates.

 

[Songstress]

ARIES DAINA

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Interactions: TheImmortalDeity AI10100 JJae Arvios
The long shadows behind the trees slowly dissipated and the afternoon sunlight took its rest– bidding the skies farewell. A cold breeze blowing ever so slightly through the librarian’s skin, she quivered. Still, it wasn’t enough to make her forget about the beasts that had been following through their every step.

As the group progressed further into the island’s core, the once lush trees and bushes were nowhere to be found. The greenery that they’ve seen before had only served as a mask which hid the dead part of the island. Just where on earth were they?

The sole purpose of their expedition was only but a dream for there was no merit in exploring this part of the island at all. Ingredients? Materials? Resources? No no no no.. How about dead branches? Fallen leaves? And some wolf meat perhaps? Aries could only imagine the scowl on the other’s faces which had stayed on the ship if they were to bring back home such stuff. Maybe the wolf meat is a good call though. Or so she thought.

Carefully following the trails of the young scout, Aries remained alerted, still keeping an eye on the figures which had been stalking them. As far as her knowledge goes, a pack of wolves would never attack people unless they were in their lonesome.

Then.. a pause. With Hush not taking another step, the librarian’s golden eyes trailed down towards the teenager's hands, slowly unsheathing her knife and revolver. It was almost like an announcement that an attack was to be expected after all. Breaking in cold sweat, Aries didn’t attempt to do any further movement, taking the scout’s word of advice, ‘Do not provoke them.’ She repeated the same words in the back of her mind, only hoping for their utmost safety.

These stubborn beasts still weren’t going anywhere. Do they perhaps think they have a chance against them? She would not think so unless… Are we outnumbered? The blue haired girl stood close to the doctor, her hands clinging to one of his sleeves. He could probably feel the nervousness behind her shaking fingers.

Just then, A horrifying beast began appearing before them. Her eyes widened– Its unsettling presence induced so much horror it made her lips tremble. It was unlike any animal she has seen nor even read before. These mutated creatures had never once shown in her books. Aren’t wolves supposed to look like dogs or something? Not like a four-legged furry, slapped with some human features by an evil scientist! Really though.. What kind of fucking island did they land in?

“I don’t think they would be tasty at all.” The fair lady chuckled awkwardly. To her surprise she can even laugh in this situation. She must be losing her mind.

A creature then began attacking Hush, Aries was stuck in her place as if there were invisible chains binding her frail body. Frozen, she could only watch as the mutated beast leaped towards their assassin. Though with her martial prowess, she was able to finish it in seconds.

“Watch my back!”

The scout’s voice seemed unclear as Aries was buried in fear. How on earth would she be of help? Her magic capabilities needed time for concentration. But with numerous monsters approaching them, would she really have time to cast? Not to mention they were outnumbered and surrounded. How on earth? Think Aries! Think!

The group had to at least hold off until they found a route to escape. Examining the situation, there was no glint of hope in winning against this fight. There were two possibilities. Good thing is, if given a chance, the crew would be able to retreat and join the others. Bad thing is, well, they would be torn into shreds.

Biting her lip, she was still burdened with thoughts as the rest had begun fighting and clashing. If they were to stick to the plan of retreating, she could probably make up an illusion which would distract the creatures from pursuing them. Probably a scene wherein their group would escape to the other side? It would be worth a try, though the illusion could only hold off as long as the creature doesn’t touch it. Still, the lady needed an opening amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, one of the mutated beasts charged towards her. Its monstrous grin sent shivers down her spine. Baring its fangs, it attempted to bite on her neck. Still, as with the adrenaline rushing her body, Aries rolled to the side. She felt its teeth press against her skin. A bit of flesh torn from her shoulders– the lady couldn’t help but groan. The severe pain that she was feeling forced her to face the reality of nearly escaping her own death.

Drools dripping out of its jaw, the creature licked the blood off its mouth, swallowing the flesh that it had bitten from the librarian. She could almost see the delight in its eyes as her flesh slowly went down in its throat. A flash of disgust formed on Aries’s face, pressing her wound with her hand. Their agility and strong limbs weren’t to be taken lightly. If this ain’t the pack leader then how much stronger would that be?

Though the brief teachings that their captain taught flashed on her mind, she was a woman who lived years fighting against bounty hunters. The therapist had to learn few martial trainings in order to defend herself. In times like this, it should prove useful.

A fight is a fight. The lady can’t be standing there as the rest fought for their life. She had to somehow break out from the fear that binded her into place. A deep exhale escaped her quivering lips. There she quickly casted an illusion of one that would look like her, in an attempt to distract the mortifying creature. A slight struck of headache made her brows furrow but it was bearable.

She left her illusion unmoving as the beast focused its glare towards her dummy. Just as it was about to lunge, she quickly took off the sash that was wrapped around her waist. Running to its back, she harbored enough force as she kicked the beast behind its legs, forcing it to bend in one knee. As the mutated beast was caught off-balance, the lady did not hesitate to wrap the sash in its neck, using even more weight as she pulled on the cloth. The beast struggled to gasp for air– in no more than a minute, it eventually weakened and was left unmoving, its furry arms dropping on the ground. Even so, Aries wasn’t sure if this was enough to kill it.

Regrouping back to the rest of the crew, noticeable blood streamed down from her shoulders. “What do we do now? Should we make a run for it?!” An obvious shake in her voice as she shouted, even more devilish wolves turned to her, as if her dripping blood boosted their growing hunger.

Unknown Island | Forest

 

[JJae]

Firey Chef

Dominique La´Sar

Mood: Distraught, Panic

S.S Infinity |Forest

Her group came to a stop. Face to face with whatever the fuck stood before her.

"Well, you are some ugly fuckers," Dom muttered, her neck craning as she reached for her gun. They didn't look friendly, neither delicious. If anything, they looked like some nasty aliens who got lost in their fucking universe. All that might have been true if it wasn't for those collars around their necks.
The fight started in a blink of an eye. Shouting, shooting, kicking. Dom was not left out of the fun. She raised her Mad Rosaline. Her aim could not be compared to whatever the hell Napoleon or Eiren claimed. Bullets missed their targets by a strain of hair and buried in the trees. The beasts turned to her. Two of them.

"You know," she muttered as they creeped closer, her hands held up. More of a snake than… alien-dogs. Dom enjoyed the Infinity's dog Napoleon a thousands time over those shits. "We can talk about this?"

One of the hellhounds leaped into the air. Strong legs, an even stronger physical build. Large muscles equaled a large body. Which meant the nearer it had gotten, the better the chance she hit it. Her own monster roared in her bones. The cry for help gone unheard. Like an echo in lonely mountains. Not here. Not now. Not ever.
Instead two bullets striked the chest of the thing and it collapsed to the ground. For a tad of a second, those eyes straight from hell stared at her. Dom saw nothing in them. No suffering, no pain, just sheer lust for blood even in its moments of death. A creation sheerly for the purpose to kill.

Its friend, too. Dom's head snapped up as a flash of dark fur came into sight. The sharp teeth reached for her and closed, closed, clo- "You piece of shit," she yelled and clasped its jaw shut with holding her arm under it. She kept the beast a pace away from her, folding under its insane weight. It kept snapping for her, growling and spilling saliva. Oh, if any of that got on her dress!

With her spare hand Dom searched for the dagger still trapped at her leg. The additional weight on her frame did not help. She shrunk every second, holding her breath now to keep her stance stable. If she'd land under this…

But the others needed her.

They needed a cook.

And who would feed them better than her?

"Sorry you freak," she grimaced through gritted teeth and her fingers closed in on her dagger. The wolfish alien leashed out with its paw. In the moment Dom swung her spare hand, its paw hit her side. She hissed in vain. That was her good dress! This fucking- The cook swung her dagger in the beast's throat, again and again. Untill all that was left in her arms was a lump body.

He was not the last. Dominique La'Sar already shot the next one. Shoot or get eaten. Wasn't it the other way around usually?

She fixed her stance as none of those fuckers came creeping up at her again. It took her two seconds to fixate one of those bold freaks but her bullets hit true in the very end. They never stopped coming though. More and more poured out of the forest. What fucking shit island did they crash on?
Dom revaluated her postion and changed slighty, now standing closer to the blue haired lady who had taken something down. Her bullets fired and fired, the bag on her back did not help her heaving her arm around. Even though two out of five of those spine wrecking wolves fell, Dom saw no end to this.

Would she die here? Questions over questions filled her head until it all overworked like an overheating machine. Her head went numb, the wolves had her entire attention now... and she'd make sure they'd regret it.

The monster in her own veins sang to her, called for her. A trap. It was leading her to a trap. Not that the bog could burn but her friends… her friends could. Her family. The one she found all on her own. She would never risk them just for some blue flames to eat those Frankenstein wannabes like cereal. It didn't brought her pounding heart to a stop or the adrenaline flushing her system. Dom became more hectic, discomposed. A spitting image of a chaotic shooting cook who wished she'd just stayed in that fucking kitchen.

Bullets ran out and out, hitting the flesh of those beasts or the grass beneath. She would not die here. Linsie needed her. Another set of bullets sliced the air and the throat of two more hellhounds. Another bullet lost to the bog. She reloaded. Her fingers worked hard and quick but slipped. The beast found its prey.

Dom bellowed what she supposed was a war cry as it came crashing into her and flunging her to the ground. By the coldness seeping through her dress… it ripped! It has ripped at her side when this fucking hellhound scratched her. For fucks sake! A new kindle of anger errupted in her flesh and bones. No one, absolutely no fucking one, messed her outfit up. She'd once strayed around with dirty clothes and matted hair, people called her a rat. Now she had class, boared an adventure ship and people had started to depend on her. She reflected all those kind of things in her clothes and those fuckers ripping it apart?

The cook pushed the beast back and gave it three clean shots, the blood spilling on her hand she kept in front of her face. Her head spun, the alcohol doing its magic. Just to the wrong fucking time! Why did everything have to be so fucked up? Dom cursed under her breath and the two seconds she needed more to get up caused another blood thirsty beast to come to her. She couldn't fight… Not again. Her arm barely lifted as it leaped with growing steps to her.

This was it.

Her punishment.

The orphanage had sent those aliens just to kill her. They'd dissapear with her gone. Her family, the crew, they'd live. Could she watch them from where she was going?

A blue light rained down before her. Not light… Fire! The spitting image of her own monster. A battle roar from a mouse blared from above. The lagoonic blue reptile descendet from the sky, claws stuck out and rammed them into the eyes of the alien.

"Fuck yeah Linsie!" Dom called out to her fierce pet. In a matter of seconds, she stood again. With Linsie fighting off those freaks, she could finally assess the situation. There were more and more coming. Hadn't… Aries? Hadn't Aries called for retreat a few minutes earlier? She fucking agreed with the niece of her captain. A big fat yes. Unless one of them had a death wish.

"Linsie! Create a path uh-" her finger pointed to the side of the bog, "there! We need to go, I'll give you some cover."

And whilst her dragon spied all the fire she got to create a path, Dom fired out bullets until she'd die or she had no more munition.

Code by Serobliss

 

[AI10100]

R O Z A N T , A B R A H A M
Interacting with: TheImmortalDeity Arvios Songstress JJae
Location: Island​

Abraham followed the group in the tight formation with bated breath, knowing the predators eyed their every moment. He flexed his fingers, only a little reassured that the dagger that had protected him time and time again was at his beck and call. The environment did not provide them any comfort as life seemed to have been sucked away from the very ground itself— and that mere fact sent waves of unease throughout his very being. He was unsure if he wished he hadn't come or was glad that he did so. He would be able to help but the question of his own survival hung above his head.

Then they made their move.

And it would seem that this was no small pack. He watched with increasing horror as the number of wolves began to increase, surrounding them slowly but surely. And the dawning realization of what these wolves— monsters— hit Abraham like a truck. "What...?" He felt his muscles seize up in complete fear as each mutation on the wolves started clicking in him. This alpha wolf... man... thing... was much bigger than the rest, much more mutated, and all the more terrifying for it. He couldn't move his eyes. He couldn't move. They were laughing, knowing that they had outnumbered this poor band of adventurers, caught them so off guard that they were easy pickings.

Then a wolf pounced. Hush's orders. Gunshots. Whines. Gunshots. Attacks. Gunshots.

MOVE.

Abraham barely caught his breath as he whipped around, finding one of the wolves preparing to strike and he sent his dagger straight between its eyes. Instinct had taken over. They have to survive this. He was barely able to register both Father Napoleon and Aries being injured. He extended his arm toward the dead wolf, curling his fingers to beckon it back to his hand. The dagger slowly dislodged from the body and flew back to him, blade pointed straight at him. Unexpectedly, foolish of him really, he had opened himself to one opportunity and the monster did not hesitate to take it.

Searing hot pain rolled in waves coming from his arm as he let out a grunt of pain. With barely a thought, he grabbed the wolf's collar and yanked it in the direction of the knife. In a second, the knife burst through the wolf's jugular, and the knife settled into his open hand and he grabbed it from the air. The wolf dropped and he let out labored breaths as blood continued to drip from the wound on his arm. But there was no time for it. He took out his crossbow and began to unload arrows onto them, thankful for the fact that he could ignore the pain for now even if his hand shook, even if he could barely feel his fingers, even if his eyesight was blurring in an out of focus.

They're not stopping. Their numbers were not dwindling.

In the distance, he could hear Aries suggesting to run. Just in time for Linsie, Dominique's beloved dragon, to make her appearance and began to create a path for them to take. His eyes darted from one companion to another, noting blood and injury of various degrees. He hoped some of the blood was not theirs because it was starting to get worrying. Hush, who took the forefront, took out something from her clothes. A flashbang. She threw it at the pack and they were temporarily stunned by the flash of light. The young teen urged them to get moving while they had the opportunity and she didn't have to ask twice before the group bolted. That was when he finally noted Hush's limp, pants ripped from what seemed to be a severe assault from one of the wolves. Father Napoleon seemed to have noticed alongside him and he rushed to support Hush, allowing the group to run at full speed without anyone lagging behind.

Heartbeats thumped on the beat of their footfalls, followed by the rush of pursuers behind and on the side. No time to catch their breath as the stench of blood stained the air, a beacon for any monsters within the areas. A maddening revue with their music being the laughs of these monstrosities as they continued their pursuit. Teeth gnashing as they lunge in an attempt to stop one of them during their run, pull them down, and devour. They didn't succeed and perhaps the Holy Tree did exist in some capacity. Perhaps there was some holy force that had smiled down upon this rapidly darkening area. Or perhaps it was just their desperation, their will to live, that carried them through the bog.

Still, dodging was one thing. Getting out was another. Time seemed to stretch out just like the trees in front of them, rising above like sentinels that watched with elation as these monstrosities chased their newest prey. It was as if the very island itself did not allow any sort of reprieve.

Until there. A cave. In the mix of pain and breathlessness, its location was shared amongst the group. They spilled into it, a small reprieve from being closed in on the sides. The cave's entrance stood there open and welcoming. And they waited. And waited. And waited. No wolves came through the entrance to end them, to corner them. It stayed clear but those laughs were still damning. Locked in.

"That..." Abraham breathed out but no other words came out. His arm throbbed, numb for now because of the adrenaline pumping throughout his body, but he looked around to assess the situation. "Show me your... your injuries. Quickly! We don't... we don't know what..." His words tumbled out in panic, urging everyone to sit down, lay down, or stay still because he had to counteract it before anything happens. He took off his backpack and rummaged through it with one arm and began taking out medical supplies. He poured disinfectant on his own wound, biting his lip to prevent himself from screaming in pain before hurriedly bandaging it. He had others to worry about. He could handle that wound later.

Night time has come but rest was far from Abraham's mind as he tended to their wounded.

 

[Nothingness]

Collab Post

Jin Aethor

Lindsey Tate

Marie Caldewell

animegirl20 Hanarei

"A coil and projectile system huh?" Lindsey thought for a moment as she started fiddling with her one of her braids. Did she really want to go disturb Jin and risk making him angrier then already was?...Duh. Lindsey looked over to towards Marie and flashed a wicked smile. "Let's do it!" Lindsey quickly stood up and started grabbing tools and things they needed. "How much you wanna bet he's got that fancy music of his playing."
Marie grinned gleefully as her fellow inventor seemed quite willing and eager to do the project with her. She knew Lindsey was the right person to go to for some fun! It took a fellow creator to truly understand the joys of bringing forth a new creation into the world. It was made only that much more thrilling when it also included a very practical application that it could be tested with immediately. It also helped it seemed something that might cheer Lindsey up as well. As disconnected from reality Marie might seem she had at least some awareness of things, even if given her misjudging a love confession having gone wrong she at least read some of the situation right.

That or it was just too fun to pass up. Either way she was more then excited!

"Oh yeah, I hear it all the time time hangin' in the vents. No clue how music can sound like some ol' buzzkill yappin' your ear off with that 'better then ya' attitude but with instruments." Marie spoke as she opened the vent in Lindsey's room. The engineer jumping partially up inside as her butt wiggled a bit trying to worm her way further as she reached over pulling in some wire letting it drop down to the floor. Her head glancing back and forth as she pulled in another small box sliding back out wiggling her way out and landing back on the floor before returning the vent cover.

"Walla! Should be 'nough'. Might need to grab more... but I think this should fit the need of the project, so long as yah got some Crystals laying around fer an energy source. The wire I got here should be thick enough when coiled ta get heated hot enough to melt the ice enough to break free wit' the pressure buildin' behind it!"
Meanwhile as Jin had marched off down the hall, his grip onto the sheathe of his blade had loosened slightly, completely unaware of Marie being practically right behind him as he had left, he stormed off to his own quarters which had been near the end of the hall. When opening the door and entering, he made sure to close the door behind him only to toss the empty sheathe over onto his mattress. Staring at the remaining cleanup he still had to go through to get his entire room situated, he exhaled a heavy sigh before heading over towards a small device that he had sitting on his desk that he normally used for studying. With a light tap onto the flat circular disk-shaped device, a small hologram came up as he selected the music player only to have a large list of different types of music show up. The list varied between classical, upbeat, and even heavy metal, then there were some that were even listed as just specific sounds such as a rainforest, storm, and other meaningless sounds.

Selecting one of his usual picks for classical music, he played a track that was listed as 'Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata'. As the sounds of the piano notes filled the room quietly, Jin began to clean up the rest of his belongings that had fallen onto the floor, putting them onto the shelves, pushing and pulling different objects back into place. Eventually, once everything was back in order, he had decided to take a seat onto the side of his bed only to hold his empty sheathe in his lap while staring down at it in silence.

"Yeah I got some. Their in the their usual spot." Lindsey said as she pulled them out. She then walked over to look at the wire Marie had. "Yeah looks like its think enough. But for some reason if we do run into problems I should have some." Marie and Lindsey continued to work until finally they were done. All they had to do now was test it on the real thing. "Alright Marie you do the honors. Since this was your idea."
A megalomaniacal smirk was on Marie's face at the sight of their little invention. Even from a glance it looked more like a multiplatform handheld rocket launcher. Perhaps they went a little overboard with the design and power it was capable of. Then again, Marie sure as heck wasn't the type to worry about over design. It was part of the fun as far as she was concerned. The grinning mechanic shaking her head giving a thumbs up.

"No no, I insist, you gotta be the one to do it. It's only right ya' express your feelin's in a way he can truly learn to understand!" She spoke keeping her wide grin and nodding at Lindsey.

Lindsey crossed her arms admiring their work. Though she did wonder if the power was over done. The design was fine that's part of the fun though to much power could be a good or bad thing depending on what the invention purpose is for. Lindsey looked over at Marie when she realized she was talking. "Huh?...Oh! Well I guess I...Wait...what feelings are you referring to?"
Marie blinked as she looked at Lindsey curiously at her reaction. She hadn't quite expected for her to respond in such a way. The engineer tilting her head to the side looking somewhat perplexed by her questioning.
"Huh? I mean how you feel about him tossing his sword and leaving it pinned to your wall in your room. What other feelings would I be referring to?"

"Oh haha those feelings yeah. Oh he's definitely going to know how I feel about that. He's lucky I didn't try to do something else with it...though I probably could...." Suddenly ideas started coming to her mind on what she could do with the sword. But suddenly she shook her head. "We better get going before I end up turning his sword into a whole new weapon altogether..... You saw him leave right? Was he heading towards his room?" Lindsey picked up their new creation and put the barrel over the sword getting off her wall. "So far so good." Lindsey said with a laugh. She then looked at Marie and gave her a playful grin with a hint of deviousness to it. "Alright time to make delivery hopefully he'll appericate all the lengths he went through to return this to him."

Marie gave a light nod in response. She wasn't quite sure exactly where he was heading though she knew it was at the very least in the direction of his room. It was a safe bet if there was anyplace he would of went, that would of been the place. She watched as Lindsey took the blade as it seemed to work perfectly fitting in the chamber. The engineer giving a little glance down to make sure it looked like it was seated correct giving a nod of approval. "Aye, he was headin' that direction, pretty likely he is there. Let's go pay him a nice ol' visit!" She spoke with a wide excited grin on her face.
Lindsey matched her grinned and headed out the door with Marie right behind her. Once they made it to his room Lindsey was about to reach out and knock on the door but stopped when she heard the music coming from inside Jin's room. Lindsey looked over to Marie and whispered low enough so Jin wouldn't here her, "Ha! He really is listening to that classical music." She then gestured Marie to keep quiet. Lindsey then faced the door and knocked on his door. "Hey Jin...it's me Lindsey. Look sorry about earlier. You know me my temper gets pretty crazy besides I only get mad cause I care you know?" Lindsey came off as very genuine to the point it was hard to tell whether or not she really was acting or being serious....maybe it was little of both. Lindsey smirked over at Marie then continued to speak. "Mind if I come in? I got something for ya that I think you might want~"

Sitting on the side of his bed with the sheathe of his weapon in his lap the entire time, Jin's thoughts constantly wandered off, thinking of multiple different things; was the Captain still alive, what he was even supposed to do as the current Captain, could he even actually do it. Self-doubt festered inside him, eventually as he slouched over to grip the metal sheathe tighter into his grip, he leaned forward enough till his own forehead had pressed against the surface of the long slim weapon holder. It was moments like this that he wished either the Captain or even his sisters could be there to tell him what he was supposed to do, or at least direct him in the right path.
Suddenly, as the sound of footsteps arrived at his door, his feline-like ears twitched as he straightened his back only to turn his head in the direction of his door. At first, whoever had been behind it hadn't spoken, but once they had knocked only to hear the voice of Lindsey being speaking up regarding an apology and her explanation.

Raising a brow at the apology followed by a request to enter that she had 'something' he might want, had him let a silent sigh leave his lips in response. Even if she apology sounded genuine and even if she might've meant it to some degree, after traveling with her for nearly four years or so, he had gotten to know her well enough that Lindsey was not the type to just apologize so suddenly out of the blue. Rather than respond, Jin kept silent for several passing moments before returning his gaze down upon his sheathe once more. If he didn't know any better, after threatening her with his own weapon, it was doubtful that Lindsey and her love for creating strange and unique machines/weapons, was going to just return his own weapon in such a simple fashion. "The door's unlocked.." Finally responding with yet another sigh, Jin helped himself up to his feet as he faced the door which had been several feet away from his mattress, whatever was coming, was no doubt not going to be just a simple talk, knowing her.

Marie stood by the door a grin on her face as she could hear Jin's voice from the other side. Marie gave Lindsey a light nod. Her hands lifted up tugging down the goggles on her head, gently sliding them in place over her eyes. Her hand lifted up giving Lindsey a thumbs up showing she was ready.
Lindsey smiled at his response then glanced over at Marie, and gave her thumbs up right back. She then creaked the door open not much just enough to get a look inside the room and enough to where he could see her face. The moment she spotted him she smiled. Then with in seconds the door flew open and Lindsey aimed and fired her and Marie's rocket launcher aiming it at Jin. Well not exactly at him. She aimed it just the way he did when he threw his sword at her. Was that on purpose...probably. She fired the weapon BAM! the sword shot out aiming it to go right passed his head. Lindsey let out a breath and whistled "Man I'm so making more of these!" Lindsey then smiled at Jin. "You left this in my room so me and Marie here thought the only right thing to do would be for me to return it to you. Your welcome." Lindsey said with sweet but slightly sarcastic smile.
By the time his door had creaked open, Jin had continue to remain standing in the middle of his room until his sight landed upon Lindsey's and Marie's face as well as the strange contraption they had created. For a moment, he'd raise his brow at the sight of the strange device before the glimmer of a familiar sight could be seen from the inside of the barrel of the contraption. Was that his sword. Before he could so much as question either of the two women, the sudden sound of the weapon going off sounding like an explosion had erupted within his room had Jin quickly step to one side as his sword whizzed passed him in a sudden rush of freezing cold air and a following wave of heat hitting him in the face immediately after.
Turning his head over to his left as the sword had struck the wall behind him, noticing the blade being practically shoved all the way to its hilt into the wall of the ship, he'd exhale a deep sigh at the sight before returning his attention to the two intruders, all while Lindsey explained her and Marie's returning policy before accepting a 'thank you' that he hadn't even stated.

"Are ya done? Thanks for returning it...now- get out." With that said, Jin waved his hand in a 'shooing' manner to the two women before taking his seat back onto the side of his mattress once again.
"Ah haha that was grandious! Ooo! This is a nice room! I never seen it from this angle here." She spoke glancing around curiously at Jin's room. Her hands lifting up to tug up her goggles back onto her forehead. A small little adjustment being made to keep them securely in place. She took a moment to glance around curiously. Her gaze finally shifted back over to Lindsey curiously looking at her.
"Have ya been in here before?" She spoke quite nonchalant half seeming to ignore Jin's request.
"Aww that's it just going to kick us out? Now that's very rude. But you know what we'll go that was all we came here for anyway." Lindsey then looked over Marie and answered her questions. "Duh I've been in everyb-I mean I've seen everybody's room. ANYWAY!" Lindsey hand Marie the launcher then Lindsey turned to Jin. "Guess we'll go since--" Suddenly she stopped talking and walked up to him and bent over to look at him. "You got something on your ear." She raised her hand and rubbed the tip of his ear. "Got it~" Lindsey could have very well been lying but she didn't show it ether way. She then ran over to Marie and pushed her out the door. "Come on lets go! You can spy on Jin's room later." Once Marie was out the door Lindsey started to leave herself but stopped. She thought for a moment then suddenly spoke. There was a slight awkwardness in her voice that definitely unusual for her. "Don't worry to much about being Captain Jin...you'll do fine..." She seemed like she was going to say more but then suddenly she turned around with her typical devious smile and waved at him. "Bye Kitty~!" She then quickly shut the door. After that she glanced over at Marie. "Welp that was fun! You know your free to keep the launcher if you want."

Even when Marie had begun to take a look around his room, Jin kept seated on the side of his bed, once more lost in thought after instructing the two women to leave his quarters. However, just before the two had decided to leave though, the sudden approach of Lindsey coming up to him had Jin keeping completely still as he had stared at her for a moment. Without warning, she stated that he had something on his ear only to end up rubbing along the tip of his ear causing both to perk upwards followed by his tail stiffening upwards as well. "Hey--!" Before he could so much as swipe at her hand to get her away from him however, Lindsey had already rushed her way back over towards Marie before hurrying the other female towards the exit of the room. Meanwhile, Jin had narrowed his gaze before sighing with a heavied and slightly annoyed huff in response before once again settling into the side of his bed.

This time, lowering his eyes towards the floor, he took a moment to relax deciding to lay down for the evening. Before he could commit to this however, Lindsey had once again stopped on her way out, this time speaking to Jin about his concerns about being Captain and that he'd be 'fine'. Her words alone had brought a slight bit of shock to the male although he wouldn't voice his opinion nor turn to look at her, rather he kept silent.
Finally deciding to lay down, he pulled the covers over his body before turning onto his side to head to sleep for the evening.

Marie took hold of the weapon resting it over her shoulder. A faint smoke still waffling from the backside as she stood outside the door glancing over at Lindsey watching her a bit curiously before suddenly being shuffled out the door. The two standing outside the room as she wasn't sure how to react to what she had seen. The Engineer simply shrugging it off looking to Lindsey hearing her offer of their little invention.

"Oh? Naaaah, it's all good. I don't think Jin will be takin' a stab at me anytime soon. You seem more the type he would go doin' that to. Speaking of I think there was something I was suppose to do... eh I'll wander and figure it out as I go." She gave yet another carefree shrug staring at Lindsey quite content with the trouble they caused.
That wasn't why she offered it to her but whatever it was fine. "Well alright!" Lindsey took the launcher back then glanced down the hall. "Maybe their was something you needed to fix. Speaking of which I'm going to head to my room. I never did finish fixing the stuff that got damaged from the crash. See ya later partner in crime." Lindsey said with lazy salute then she turned around and headed to her room for the night. She would more then likely end up falling asleep at her desk like usual.
Marie gave a nod returning a wave in response to her salute.

"Catch ya later! Huh fixing something... maybe... eh!" She spoke raising her hands in the air walking off in her own direction. If there was thing Marie was good at, it was wandering her way into just the right place she needed to go... at least until she didn't.

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Quartermaster

Jin Aethor

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Jolting upwards, covered in a cold sweat, heavy breathing, and a terrified expression across his face, Jin sat up on his bed while his eyes were focused onto the wall in front of him. Woken from a night terror, he placed a hand over his chest to attempt and slow his breathing back to normal. "Again...with that dream." Muttering in a low whisper, he soon swung his legs over to the side of the mattress just to lean forward with his forearms resting against his knees as he closed his eyes. Almost every night, the same nightmare would play out, Jin would be trapped in a giant white room that was utterly silent, there was absolutely no sound whatsoever within the room, each step that he took made an overwhelming echo ring throughout the room as the sound bounced off the walls and came back to him with such a high intensity that it was almost as though the sound of his footsteps had been amplified by a loudspeaker. As the dream went on, eventually from every corner of the room, blood would begin to fill the entire space as it continued to rise while the sounds of whispering inaudible words filled his ears. Every time, right before waking from the nightmare, he would end up finding himself as a child once more and just as the blood reached his head, he would snap awake every time.

Reopening his eyes once he had calmed himself, Jin turned his head over towards his window to his left as it had appeared as though it had already been morning. The skies were once again clear, the sun had risen well beyond the horizon as the sounds of birds and other animals chirping on the island could be heard from even within the ship. It was another day, another day they went on without the Captain, another day of mystery as to what could happen.
As he helped himself to stand up from the side of his bed, Jin headed over towards his desk where a kettle sat upon a small circular disk. Next to it was a white and red glass decorated in all manner of strange symbols just for decoration. As he lifted the kettle from the disk, he ended up pouring himself a glass of hot tea before setting the kettle back down. Once the metal surface of the kettle had touched the disk, a low hissing and humming sound came from it as it slowly and steadily began to heat up the liquid within to its set temperature after it had changed ever so slightly from being lifted, poured and set back down.

Taking several sips of his tea, Jin headed over towards the window before bringing his attention down upon his sword which had still been stuck within the wall after Marie and Lindsey had fired it at him the previous night from their strange contraption. A half smile eventually came across his lips at the sight of how powerful the weapon had been shoved into the wall of his quarters. Reaching for the hilt, he gripped onto it firmly before steadily and slowly withdrawing it from the wall. Even after an entire night of being activated, after withdrawing it from the wall, the blade still gave off a low hiss as the cold air still resonated from it. The hole where the blade had been stuck in had been covered in shards of ice that had broken off in several spots from just the act of pulling the sword out. Placing his cup onto the sill of the window, Jin returned to the side of his bed to sheathe the weapon back into its holder once more.
After, he retrieved his glass of tea once again before finishing the rest of his drink and stowing the cup back onto his desk. What was he to do today, had the rest of the crew returned, was Azure done with repairs, all questions that he should probably go in search of answers for. So, with that, Jin holstered his blade onto one of the latches on his hip before proceeding to exit his quarters and head down the hall.

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EIREN BRACKUS
STATUS: OPERATIONAL | MENTALLY EXHAUSTED
LOCATION: CROWS NEST OF THE S.S. INFINITY

Tired. Physically, it was an impossibility for the automaton. A machine getting tired was sheer nonsense. However, he often found that his computing processes, his "mind", were often overflowing with stimulation. It made him "mentally exhausted". Flesh creatures and their day to day. He wasn't sure just how he managed in his former life. Part of him was glad for his new life, even if he lacked the ability to feel things or... taste... eat.

Nevermind. In many ways, being an automaton was hell.

Perhaps the only few benefits was that he didn't show emotion, he didn't have to constantly sustain or fuel an organic body, no need to sleep and the interchangeable limb thing. Okay, it was still pretty alright. Although it has its costs.

The next morning came by in a flash. He just sat up in his perch for the night until the sun began to rise on the horizon. No need to sleep. The perfect defense against things that stalk in the night. He had shot about half a dozen or so creatures whose eyes flickered from the light of the Infinity. There was no point in gathering the creatures as a potential meat source for the organics, because... they were likely already dragged away by other predators.

With little to occupy his mind, he goes back to thinking. It was his usual pastime aboard the ship. An unfortunate truth. Means he constantly has to dwell upon the other crew members if not the scenery. The view, however, has not changed for an entire day. This was not boding well. Not at all.

He already knew about the chaos caused by Lindsey, Marie and Fang the other night. Frankly, it got his wiring in a twist. Though he did not mention his irritation or otherwise demonstrate it, he was "fuming" as some organics might say. Perhaps his long periods of silence the other night announced his displeasure. The captain disappears and it doesn't take even a day for crew to start turning on each other or forgetting the chain of command.

He regrets leaving an eye on the ship to keep his awareness partially connected to the Infinity. It is as many say. Ignorance is bliss... or at least not a total pain in the ass.

He was partially ashamed to admit as much to himself, but he has, at times, believed that he was aboard a ship full of children. Well, he might as well have been at multiple times. Many kids got picked up by the captain and they all grew up in such a carefree environment... or they would have picked up someone that was unhinged in one way or another. Even though Eiren was a machine, there are times where he feels like the one normal individual on the ship.

He only really got scary when he had something to protect. Otherwise he was just the ships mechanical watchman. A perfect guise.

No one really needs to see him when he is truly cross. Wouldn't be good for anyone's health.

He makes an attempt to slip his mind away from the other crew members for a time. He had a job today. A personal job. One that he wanted to execute without a hitch. The journal that was found aboard the ruined royal guard ship. The journal that he tucked away in that barrel. He would wipe his name from its pages. Or at least tear the one page out where he was mentioned. Truly that was all that he needed to do.

He has set his mind to it then. Time to go through with it. He slings himself over the barrel of the crows nest, catching himself along the ropes leading to the deck. Once he safely falls to the wooden surface, he straightens his posture and begins to walk. He was beyond suspicion for some of these folk. Just an object walking about the ship. What reason would they have to suspect him of anything?

Nothing at all, that's the answer. You see, the thing about Eiren is that he is patient. In his mind, it was difficult to say that he always got what he wanted, but it was a sort of truth on this ship. He didn't often want many things on the ship, but if there was something that he absolutely needed, then he would get it. Eventually.

Once again, he was patient. He could approach his goal in increments spanning days, months, even years apart if he had to. No one ever connects his movements being towards a goal of some sort. Always blended in with work, even if he enacted part of a plan once a month. For this plan of action though, he did not have nearly as much time.

No one aboard the ship may see his name in connection with the journal, especially not those that have lived around him long enough to have learned his full name.

There was nary a chance that anyone would actually be able to connect the last name Brackus to him in association with the journals contents, but he couldn't risk them even making a single connection.

He slips along the ship, weaving through the lower decks with eerie ease, closing in ever further on the barrel that contained the journal with every passing second.

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Hush​

Squinting, a feeble arm rose to cover Hush's eyes from the morning sunshine peeking from the cave's opening. The previous night was a blur in her mind. She remembered the decaying path, the murky bog, and the insidious beasts that hunted them. They had been significantly outnumbered. Everyone was injured in the incident, including herself. After using her flashbang, the rest of her memory was lost, replaced by foggy images repressed by her body's shortcomings.

Looking down, her attention shifted to her left leg. Due to Abe's diligence, spending the entire night tending to the wound, the once-mangled appendage had returned to its natural form. The deep bite marks and gouged flesh had vanished, replaced by Hush's typical complexion. Even so, while all looked well on the surface, a burning throb gripped her leg like a surging inferno fueled by the beat of her racing heart. Last night, the urgency of the wound forced Abe to cut her shoe and a portion of her pant leg off for quick access to the inflamed infection. While a waste of good gear, she was thankful. Attempting to gauge her current status, Hush tried to wiggle her toes, only for the same burning sensation to burst forth, her nerves screaming for her to stop.

An unsettling lethargy overtook her. Whether it was because of the pain or her sense of responsibility as the scout, Hush remained awake the entire night alongside the good doctor. The bags under her eyes harshly pulled at her eyelids, the sweet whispers of sleep attempting to whisk her away. It went unfounded. The risk of another ambush hung over her head, taunting her with the pessimistic thought that this predicament was all her doing. Had she led them adequately, not getting swept away by overconfidence, maybe things wouldn't have reached such a low point. Even now, long after the initial attack had finished, the cackles and wails of the defiled pack drifted from outside.

Deeper in the cave, there was no source of light. A dismal abyss stared back at her, daring their party to dive into the unknown. There must've been a reason the wolves refused to enter their haven of safety. The question, then, became why. In her previous line of work, Hush learned to prefer the known enemy over those that hid behind the scenes. The known evil was always easier to handle. However, with the condition of their party, facing the malformed creatures after barely avoiding death seemed impossible. The same murmur of doubt echoed in the back of her mind, warning her that the same mistake was bound to repeat itself. That her decisions would lead to disaster.

Dissuading her insecurities, Hush tried to rise from her position against the cave's rocky wall. Though muted, heavy, ragged breaths escaped her. It felt like she was moving through sludge, her muscles struggling to obey her commands. Cold sweat dripped down her face, and her countenance was fatigued. Abe warned her that she had a fever. That rest was necessary. Rest was not an option for her. She needed to lead the group back to safety. That was her role, her purpose.

"I'll scout ahead," she said, her voice coming out shakier than intended. Leaning her weight against the wall, she gradually stumbled forward, her limp still evident. There was a chance this cave was a dead end. A chance they were stuck here until a rescue party from the Infinity was sent out for them. Waiting around was not an ideal option. It left too many risks. She needed to ensure the safety of their surroundings. To find an exit. Only she could do that.

Hush fumbled to get a compact hunting flashlight from her pocket. A present she received from Red during their explorations together. The object was composed of sterling silver, an unnecessarily expensive nicety for someone only doing her job. Sluggishly, she struggled to steady her hand, her swirling thoughts preoccupying her actions. Eventually, the flashlight flickered to life, illuminating a meager glow before her. She pushed onward, with or without the others.

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FANG

JANITOR

He blinked. Just like that, a whole night had passed. He had spent the majority of the day before cleaning, organizing, making sure his teammates wouldn't have to deal with any mess left behind by, well a serious of events and people. It was terribly annoying though, not cleaning, but being tired. He had sat down inside his small office, known as the janitor closet, leaning against the shelve that was home to many of his cleaning supplies, then he blinked. Then it was morning. Not only did he fall asleep, he did so in the most uncomfortable way possible and in the worst place possible. He had a bed, a good one too. Yet, he woke up where he stared the day before, in his office, the janitor closet.

Fang couldn't help but notice that they hadn't move all night, it would've have woken him up. Which meant, they were either still fixing the ship or the group that had gone scouting was not back yet. He stood up, his back aching from sleeping in a sitting down position for too long and his neck hurt a bit when he turned too much to the left. The only thing on his mind that made him feel good, was the fact that he did what he set out to do, he had left the Infinity spotless. Unless, something happened during the night. Finally though, he was able to remove the spray bottles around his waist, placing them neatly on the shelves in front of him. He removed the rags from his pockets and hanged them in order of what they're used for. He took his trusty katana, strapping it to his back and his new guns, courtesy of Lindsey, strapped to his belt. One last thing, his bottle of sand, hidden in his right pocket.

"Group hug in the showers!" Fang called out as he left his office, the janitor closet, with a playful tone. "Don't make me hug myself, again, like always!"

The cleaning master made his way down the halls of the ship, whistling a happy tune as he reached his quarters. He plopped his weapons on to his bed, very tempting bed, and grabbed a new chance of clothes. Oddly enough, they looked pretty much the same as the ones he was already wearing, like if some god prefer to avoid having to change his outfit, of course, Fang didn't mind. With a towel and a change of clothes hung over his shoulder, he walked out, straight towards the bathrooms.

"Last call!" he called out again, snickering at his own joke, "Gonna use all the hot water!" he would never dare, but it was still funny.

With a mind set on helping the team out on something else besides cleaning, he stepped into the showers, trying to forget the aching back, the bad situation they were in and the urge to go to sleep again.

 

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ARIES DAINA

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The unsettling howls and noises coming from outside, her fatigued body felt sluggish. She wanted to rest, but the fear that lingered in her mind knowing that those terrifying creatures never left, it was impossible for Aries to be sound asleep. The glowing brilliance that pierced through the cave’s opening made it known that the night had finally passed.

Standing up, she gently patted away the few dirts that were caught in her clothing. Not that it actually helped her clean up her appearance. With last night’s struggle as they tried to outrun the mutated beasts, her ragged outfit still held firmly onto her body. It was a nightmare indeed. And it seems like it was all just the beginning. The beasts were still there like predators awaiting for their prey to come out, but for some unknown reason, they never dared to ambush them.

Her eyes ran through the group’s current situation. She noticed that Abraham and Hush took the liberty of keeping watch. They must be tired. And knowing that both of them were in a worse state than them, there was guilt that flashed on her face. Why must I be so weak and useless? The same sentence echoed through her mind. If only her powers were capable enough, perhaps they might have avoided this nightmare.

With a few steps, she neared towards the doctor, holding the sash that was wrapped on her waist. “You should rest Doctor Abe.” Gently, she wrapped the cloth around his neck, she knew that he needed it more than her. The early morning’s breeze must have been cold. “Thank you for treating our wounds. You’ve been a great help but maybe the rest of us can take it from here.” Indeed. The sentence not only pertained to the man but also to the scout who can barely walk because of her injuries.

A worried face painted on her as she pleaded for them to take a break. It was the least she could do knowing that she had been a dead weight ever since the chaos. Still, the stubborn teenager didn’t want to listen. I’ll scout ahead? Is she out of her goddamn mind? There was a slight click on her head as she heard of the scout’s words.

“Don’t you want to-... wait!” With Hush trailing off, Aries followed her steps as she went deeper into the cave. Seeing how much she struggled to walk. It was a painful sight. She knew the scout for years and for sure she felt responsible. Why else does she have to go through this?

With such a small and frail body, even if this young girl was so good at many things, there’s only so much our body can handle. If they become ignorant of their health, they’ll eventually fall apart. And look at her now, still surging forward and pushing through the pain. Tears threatened to escape her eyes. The sight was just too much for her. It’s almost… heartbreaking. Eagerly, Aries catched up to her only to stop the scout from going further. She took the child’s arms and held onto it.

“Don’t you want to rest first? We can still wait for the others. And who knows what danger awaits for us there? There’s nothing you can do in this state!” There was a noticeable tone in her voice. The librarian has had enough of the scout’s stubborn mind. Even seeing how flushed Hush’s face had become, she also noticed the odd rise in her temperature.
The teenager’s skin was burning. Is it because of the infection? The thought made her lips purse. Her brows then furrowed and a well of emotions wanted to burst out. She was angry. “Look! You even have a fever!” Kneeling down, she held the scout on her shoulders, turning the young girl into her direction. “Ju.. just stop making me worry, please?” Stumbling with words, her misty eyes couldn’t hold it and tears eventually trailed off her face.

To the pain that flashed on her, if one more person that she held dearly were to be in danger, she just wouldn’t be able to take it.

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Exahuseted, concerned, and hungry

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S.S. Infinity

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A shirt that is tight fittingand pants

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That day, Azure had spent simply tearing out all broke boards and fixing up the rest of the ship, listening to his music on full blast until late a night, waiting for the groups to come back. Seeing one group come back had him relieved a little, besides the tension that had built. The sun had set, Lindsey and Marie had done something with Jin, and Azure had finished fixing the railing and only a few sections of the deck and was left sitting, snacking on whatever food he could find in the kitchen, waiting to see if the rest would return. As the moon was high and he had gone through his 5th rotation of the playlist was when the tall man had decided they weren't coming back, pulling out his phone to send a text.

"Are you guys okay?" Knowing Dom had a phone at the very least, he shot her the message before returning to his room until the next morning.

Just like that, Azure grumbled a little as the sun shone through his window and heard only the sounds of Fang shouting about taking a shower. For a moment, the tired male would pull the pillow over his head, until he decided to push himself up, knowing he had to get moving. The first thing he checked was his phone, seeing no response from Dom but also knowing, it was sent at some ungodly hour. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he swung his legs over his bed and looked around his room.

His room was on the bigger side since he was on the large side as well but simply decorated. Against the wall furthest from the door was his long bed, which was never fully made against the side of the window, and towards the foot of his bed was some storage that was nailed into the wall, holding a variety of tools, papers, and weights in the room. Moving to the next wall was what looked to be another large cabinet console set up where he had his very experienced and nice gaming PC, his whole streaming set up, and things of the sort, all safe in the well-built cabinet he made while back, and felt justified after the crash. Move away from that, there was another dressed of sorts with a large mirror built into the wall that held his clothing, both whatever he wears currently and older clothing before he really started to work out. and then all of his clothing, when he was still a girl, buried deep in the back, in case anyone needed clothing.

Azure pushed himself off the bed, grumbling to himself about the bright light as he went to his clothing dresser and pulled out a shirt that might fit and other pants that were covered in various paint stains and oil stains that never washed out, from before Fang's arrival and become his working pants for when he goes around and tries to fix the mess. One of the other areas he needed to fix was the frame to the library as well as check the underside, and well, needed to make sure everyone was up, at the very least awake before he could do that. He tied his hair up and then threw on the clothing and stretched his arms, then his legs, feeling much better than the day before, as he has yet to do anything that involves stopping a ship going full throttle. He was never a morning person, and truly hadn't fully processed that this was going to be the first full Day Azure would have without having Gramps around until Azure had grabbed his phone and headed to the kitchen for his first big meal of the day. It was at this time when he walked in, seeing how empty it was that it would strike him.

There was never a moment for Azure where he would have thought that Gramps would have been gone. Sure, he expected Gramps to die eventually but even then, it hadn't really set in. Azure was born here. He was raised by the crew his parents knew, and most importantly, by Gramps. With him, what direction did Azure have? He gritted his teeth as he walked further into the kitchen, taking slow, deep, and meaningful deep breaths as he tried to cope with the idea of Gramps being gone once again. He was gone. Maybe not forever but there will be a time Gramps will be gone, for good. Would Azure ever be ready to be on their own, without some sort of parental figure to resort to? Had he really learned all that he needed to learn? No, he thought, staring at the fridge for a solid few moments before opening it up and going through the routine of making himself a smoothie, one of the few things Dom let him do, as it didn't require really doing much in the kitchen. He couldn't go to anyone else to make him a real breakfast, as Azure himself never knew how to cook.

Did Gramps know how to cook? Should I also learn? A flash of crisis went across his face as he would end up with 3 full glasses of a smooth, a small portion for him really, and would began to drink them one by one. How much knowledge did Azure really have compared to someone like Gramps? He never had proper schooling, his reading and writing skills severely lacking in many areas, only able to do the most basic of math taught to him gratefully by Gramps and some other past members.

Is there more for Gramps to teach me? There must be...I'm nowhere close to being ready to go without him! Azure slammed the glass down, and anyone nearby would hear it shatter followed by a rather lout "SHIT!" only for a few moments later, two more glasses shattering against the counter and Azure swearing in the kitchen. Azure would deal with Dom when she got back and for now, decided to just clean up the glass and go out onto the deck, fully internally in a crisis, not really sure who to go to to ask what to do with the day.

There was one thing that he could do to keep his mind distracted for the time being. The ship, the one who he talked to late at night, Gramps pride and joy to carry the crew. The one group who came back did end up bringing some supplies so it was time to look through and see what could be used to fix things up. Appearing on the main deck for a brief moment of time before disappearing to where Eiren had dropped the supplies off, heading down to the lower levels of the decks, phone out as he turned on the flashlight to see better, each footstep causing some lose floorboards behind him to creak loudly as he took long fast series, moving quicker than normal as if it would help him no long think of the various thoughts about Gramps and the crew that plagued his mind at the moment.

"Barrel...Barrel, where did he put it," Azure thought aloud to himself, unknowingly following a similar path as Eiran was, stopping for a moment to look through their stores, grabbing some things, before the creaking of the floorboards continued. Azure's flashlight would have shone against the metal-like man for a moment, Azure having to double take, as he would see flashes of the other man ahead of himself, but not knowing the other was down here, fully setting in some sort of concern of a ghost on the ship.

"Hello? Someone else down here?" Azure would call out, shining his phone light everywhere but where Eiran was, like in some sort of sick horror movie where the victim checked everywhere but that one place that would clearly have the monster or murderer.

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© weldherwings.

 

[Hanarei]

Selene Yonescu​

|Location: S.S. Infinity Outside Bathroom > Kitchen

A light rumble could be heard as the small shadowy placed their hand upon her stomach. Violet eyes glowned in the dim light as thei gaze shifted down where her hand was. The girl blinking as she she stood as she was in the dark. A silence filling the air as it seemed if the figure cast in shadow was left momentarily lost, stuck in pace. A hunger had gripped over them. Their head picking up still cloaked in shadow as a light sniff in the air was made. Food... yes... that is what the mysterious figure needed. There had to be something... or better someone to feed on. Yes... she would find it.

The silent figure's ears perked up as a voice reached her ears. The voice a familiar one... and importantly the word 'hug' stuck to her mind. The voice itself seemed so ripe... almost as if out of desperation... at least in her mind. Truthfully the shadowy woman wasn't exactly the best at reading people. Elements like sarcasm or jokes were still a rather difficult for a monster like herself that dwelled in the dark to fully pick up on. All that mattered to her is it sounded like a dinner bell, one so tantalizing and willing to offer themselves she couldn't resist peeking in on them and getting just what she craved.

The lurking figure approached where the call had been given before. A faint line lingering in her mind about the hot water though in her hungry mood she didn't much thought to it. All she needed was to be in a little 'hug' and they would all but be in reach. Such a tasty little meal, only a little bite on her part. They wouldn't even know what was happening. They would get their hug and she would feast on them a bit... just a bit... she would be careful to not accidentally drink too much this time and make them pass out. She was going to try and make sure that didn't accidentally happen again. Her menacing hand lifting up to the door hand as she turned it. The door cracking open as the sound of running water could be heard. The creatures glowing eyes fixating up at the shower...

Then the door was pushed closed.

Selene's cheeks had lit up a dark red color. Her eyes were open wide as if she had seen something... which she very much did... that she hadn't expected. Her silver locks of hair fell into place two pig tails symmetrically falling in place. Her white frilly shoulder piece held to her body kept in place by a black ribbon extending out to long sleeves stopping just at her wrists. Her white dress top jutted out over her chest. Her red skin left exposed between the two pieces teasing off her assets was a soft shade itself much like her cheeks. The greyish-black corset held to her midsection hugging her body quite tightly. A matching colored skirt fell down her legs it's lopsided shape falling down further down her right side then the left as it tapered off on the left side stopping just where the corset met with her waist. The rest of her white frilly dress peeked out for below, extending down just past her knees.

The monster in the shadows was nothing more then a now incredibly flustered eighteen year old having seen a true monster, or at least the feint glimpse of one, and she was left completely shocked. That had not at all been her intention and she wasn't in the least bit prepared for that!

"Ah... y... y.. yes... k.. kitchen... sh.. should go.. g... get something to eat there... help out... my job... yes... yes..."

The girl stammered as she quickly shuffled her way towards the kitchen. Her once lurking through the halls turning more into a fast walk. Her hand rested at her corset, fiddling timidly with the silver latch. A little nervous tick of hers she had. Perhaps in many cases her way of appearing more meek unintentionally, though now it was her way of trying to very quickly suppress what she had seen. It would of been one thing if she had been prepared it might of been less jarring, but the fact she had (perhaps foolishly) walked right into it really made it that much worst. The feet swiftly shuffling her way through to the kitchen area.

Her eyes darted over to the garbage glancing at it. Broken glass? Ah! The last thing she wanted to do was get in trouble for breaking glass again! Her eyes shifting to look around as if to see who might of done it though at the moment no one was there anymore. Wait, Lady Dominque wasn't here? No one else was there as well to take over and cook? Selene's hand lifted up cupping her cheeks as she looked on quite horrified. The night watch and 'waitress' of the ship all alone in the kitchen.

"I... I don't know how to cook at all! Oh no... and... maybe if I... here.. and... there.. no... no... oh no..." She spoke to herself as another light rumble of her stomach could be heard. The girl glancing around back and forth as she was in a bit of a panic trying to peek around looking in the freezer, fridge, anywhere she could. She didn't know the littlest thing about cooking, and worst her attempts to do so before had ended in abject horror. The young dhampir shifting about in the kitchen making a bit of a racket as she more so was lifting and picking up pots and pans and moving stuff about in some strange hopeless effort it might somehow find Dom, or magically create a meal or an idea for one.


Interacting: Her own mortality
Mention: Fang Hecotoro Azure's Broken Glasses 606 JJae

 

[Vexumin]

EIREN BRACKUS
STATUS: OPERATIONAL | ON EDGE
LOCATION: CARGO OF THE S.S. INFINITY

In a surprising turn of events, it seems that he was being followed. That, or someone happened to be taking a similar path as he was. Luckily for him, he managed to slip about at a greater speed, making it into the darker recesses of the ship before he had been truly followed. A truth told when the familiar sound of Azure's voice calls out into the dark.

"Hello? Someone else down here?" Azure would call out

As Azure moves further into the cargo, Eiren locks onto the barrel that he had stored down here the night before. Quietly, but also swiftly, he takes hold of the sides of the open barrel and slides it against some other cargo in store. There, he goes still, removing his hat, but leaving his hood over his head. The effect of this was practically a disguise, combined with his eerie stillness. One approaching would almost mistake him for a covered object.

It seems that in this case it worked. With the aperture of the lens in his eyes narrowed, the glow of his vision was nearly imperceptible in the dark. He could see the glow of Azure's flashlight pass over him. He waits for a few moments for him to pass before he reaches into the barrel. He seizes the journal tucked under the many boards within and then proceeds to pick up the barrel.

He made sure to be silent as he did this, He knew exactly what his next move would be from that moment on.

He spent a few seconds to think before he actually did anything. Should he take advantage of this situation to catch Azure off guard and have a little fun with a slight scare for the man? No. He soon decides to against this. He couldn't stop himself from having such thoughts at times, but he was good at catching himself before he delved into childish pranks. No, he had another course in mind.

He waited a few more moments before he called from where he was.

"Azure?"

He kept his tone at a volume just enough to alert Azure without making it too loud.

"Azure, is that you? Ah, are you searching for the supplies?"

He begins to step through the darkness, his eyes once again bright and wide. No longer focused to reduce their noticeability.

Before Eiren comes into full view for Azure, he carefully tucks the journal into his robes. An action that may have actually been noticed before the item was successfully hidden fully from view. Even if Azure took notice though, it would be inconsequential. He could merely dismiss the item as something they found previously aboard the ship and then remove the page or scratch out his name before anyone else would seek out the journal.

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Interacting with: 606

 

[JJae]

Firey Chef

Dominique La´Sar

Mood: panicking > calm, still anxious

S.S Infinity |Forest > Cave

INTERACTIONS: Songstress // AI10100 //
TheImmortalDeity // Arvios​

Dominique La'Sar watched from the outside how her body sprinted with the others. Hush had thrown something, bright enough to irritate those freaks. They all started to make a run for it and she did not look back once. She didn't dare to see if those beasts carried certain death after them or if they were about to actually make it. Bushes, trees, roots and whatever the forest threw at her blurried to one imagine. Her stomach coiled and protested, reminding her of the three bottles this morning.

Before she could throw a fit about entering a damned cave, her group had already settled in it. Dom couldn't. Everyone had scrumbled inside but she— her legs wouldn't bend to her orders to move. Her throat bobbed, dried with the lasting hunger for some decent whiskey. It'd drain those fears, it'd made her fearless.

A blue dragon dragged her along, past the others to a more secluded space. Dom knew her word spinned. She knew sweat clamped to her body, drenched her dress and the leather straps. Her eyes took in everything. How her friends waited for the treeline to explode with those fuckers. How the doctor quickly patched everyone up. She thought he even came to her for that tiny, mini, itsy-bitsy scratch. Did she say thanks? Had she talked?

Time hitted her flat in the face. One moment she looked into the forest, the others Aries and Hush seemed to be disucussing something. If she only could have heard them. What were they talking about? She had to calm the fuck down.

The cave trapped them. Her. Those stones digged in her hands, her back and legs. Dom's gaze fell on her heels. "Hah," she breathed, a loose hand running through her black hair. Composed. Composed. Calm. Panicking made no sense! No fucking sense! Yet.. and yet, she couldn't see inside the cave. What if something lived here? The cave turned to the image of the orphanage. She always told herself that she had stood outside. But fire didn't hurt her. It never did. The wood had crashed down on her, the flames breathing along her arms. Always refreshing at her side, ready for another slide. The wood turned to stones once more. Closer. Too close! Sharp and ready to spike her head. She'd seen the movies where it happened and she didn't put anything past this damned island! What if it could move the walls? They already came closer!

No. What the hell was wrong with her? Moving walls? Pah! Pathetic.
Her pounding heart and those creeping stones did not agree with her though.

But this wasn't the orphanage, right? No, no it was not. The cave was stronger, more fierce. It would crash down on her and trap her right there and then. This was it. Her end. This was how she would fucking die! But she didn't want to! Who would watch over poor little Linsie? Who would kick the captain's ass for leaving them!

Dom tried to breathe through but failed. Her hand covered her howling chest, a cold sweat running over her forehead.

"Damn it," she cursed and scattered her hand through the bag until the little phone found her hand. If she didn't see the cave, it wasn't there.
Her fingers didn't hit the right code for the first time. By the second try her throat filled with sour leftovers. By the third try her homesreen smiled for her. She got it! She got it…
Her chest rose and fell in a too fast rhythm together with her poundering heart. Dom heard and smelled the entire cave. Damp, wet, too tiny, too close. Her body ran cold, covered in sweat. Blood flushed her ears and cheeks, bringing the entire scene closer to her. With shaking fingers, she tried to hit the music app button. The thing opened but none of her music would play.

"Fuck this!" She yelled under breath. Or did she say it louder than expected? The drilling in her ears did not tell. "There is no shitting service in this fucking thing." Everything about this cave was wrong. The stones too sharp, the walls too close, the shadows too dark.

Until the beast in her bones breathes. Dom froze. Not in here. Not in here! "Breathing techniques," she whispered to herself. "Right, right."

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.

But it the thing inside her grew fiercer each passing second. It sang to Dom to let it out, to be released. To redo the scene of the orphanage. She rested her palms beside her, thankful for the coolness of the stones. Her head remained where it was. The walls could still spike her! And they would. The fire residing in her called them to it. Called and called.

"Stop," she muttered, the world turning and tossing her. The beast— the walls— What to do? Where was her damned drink! If she had just gotten drunk this would have never happened!

Under her hands was warmth of a fire. Not the cold stone anymore, it became a moving liquid closing around her finger tips. Dom didn't want to look. But the bluish flare in the edge of her eyes drew her to the melted stone under her hand. And the fire climbing on her fingers.
Dom snatched her hand to herself and hurried a few inches further to the back.

What had she done?
What had she done?
What had she done?
Did the others see?
Did she burn them?

Dom hid her head under her arms. This thing would burn now, melt even! It'd bury everyone and this time it wouldn't burn to ashes to release her. The cave would eat her alive and leave no bones. Her orphanage had been mercifull as it had only trapped her, keeping her there until some of her fire mustered to take it up with the wood once more. The only fucking time this blue shit helped her.

A warm head ripped her from the golden image in her mind. Dom stared at Linsie, who had laid her skull on her thigh. She looked around, her breathing finally turning to the old beat. Without noticing, Dom laid her hand over her heart. As if it could keep it in there. The monster in her veins drew back, like a snake who waited for the next turn to strike and ram it's fangs in her flesh. Her other hand carassed the scales on Linsie.

This was not the orphanage. They were alive. And she had just melted stone. Did physics even allow that shit to happen? Her eyes wandered from the group to the spot with the dried stone-liquid. It shone now in the faint light from the outside. A reflection of the night sky.

Purring rolled through her body and dragged her attention to the blueish dragon. "I am fine girl," she said, though her voice still hoarse and dry. "I am, really." Yet her hand couldn't stop petting her, her heart not stopping to ponder in her ears. Linsie, too, doubted her.

But her friends were fine. They didn't burn. She didn't burn them… Another deep breath and she grabbed for her bag. Dom had collected roots earlier. She putted them in front of Linsie, who sliced them to middle thick slices. Afterwards she gave her dragon the leaves as well. "Roast it for me?"
The beast inside her did not howl in agony that Dom hadn't used it. No, it stayed in the cage she had created over a decade ago. Weird. But nothing to complain about. Perhaps it finally would be gone forever. Linsie did how she was told, the blue flame errupting from the little dragon's muzzle. The heat controlled enough to not turn the food to ashes but rather to chips. Not the classical stuff but good enough.

Dom scrambled them together in small satchels. She had packed those to fill them with other berries or special herbs. Now they'd be used as a fixed amount of ration for the squad. She looked around and upwards, slowly coming to her full size. Though she walked with her body drawn together, she still approached her team.

"Chips? Anyone? Root and Leave favor, nothing to be found on markets and my creation. Extremely healthy for my little dieting fans," she brought out in a slightly normal tone, Linsie finding her place on her shoulders. Panic had no use. Even though her fire had escaped her just then, it was in its cage now. The others wouldn't allow the cave to eat her. They simply wouldn't. She needed them as much as they needed a composed chef in heels.

"And whilst you get back to sonverse about what the fuck we are about to do now, I recon we all stay together for now and maybe after some minutes of rest— which I need because running in those heels is one hell of a work— we can venture…" she threw a vary glance over her free shoulder. If anything lived down there, Linsie would have alerted them already, right? And outside? She didn't particulary wanted to see if those things had followed them or not. "…We can explore the cave. Maybe we can feel some air coming through and lead us to some second exist or something."

Code by Serobliss

 

[. D O V E]

The Night's Embrace
A collab with Colorless Spectrum about the night of the timeskip

The stars shone brightly over the evening canvas whilst the cold wind blew on the quiet deck of the Infinity. A feminine silhouette stood at the bow of the ship, palms against the wooden railing with heels high as she inhaled the nightly breeze. A quiet sigh left her lips, leaving a tranquil smile in its wake. The scent of freedom was wafting through the air, like the soothing caresses of a long-lost friend on her tensed muscles and troubled mind. When she looked down, she saw the sparkling crystalline waters as the ship coursed through, offering her distorted reflection amidst rolling waves.

Despite the vagueness, she could make out her brown locks and red eyes. The smile on her lips widened with relief, hands loosening their grips on the rails.

“Hopeless little bird.” A voice called from behind, soft - like the first pitters of rain before a rainstorm. She knew all too well to whom it belonged, even when she refused to turn and face her. Slender fingers slowly crept onto her cheeks as she felt the haunting presence draw near, the smell of regalia filling her lungs like smoke. “Did you really think you can escape me?” She mocked.

“Please… just leave me alone.” Desperation chipped at her words until they broke and gave way to sobs. “Haven’t you done enough!?” The weight on her back grew heavier, and it was pushing her forward.

“You may flutter your wings all you want, but we both know you’re chasing a hoax. Freedom was never meant to be yours, little bird.” She could feel her smiling against her ear.

“You’re lying!” She cried, fear darting through her words as the taffrail she held onto disintegrated beneath her touch, exposing her to what was below. The reposeful ocean of earlier has turned ravenous, high waves crashing against the sides of the deck until their eager splashes licked at her feet. Even the reflection she saw has been submerged by the sea’s rage. Soon, it would be her turn. “Why can’t you just stay away from me!?”

She felt nails sink into the skin of her face as if they wanted to pry a mask off. “Because you cannot escape destiny!” The voice grew thunderous as great lightning ripped through the dark skies, illuminating the true color of the sea below - crimson, like the heavy downpour that followed suit. When she turned, she was met by the sight of the Crown Princess of Aradia, her golden crown dripping with a deep red that branched through her arms and coated her hands. The members of the Infinity lay unmoving behind her. “And I… am yours.”

A single push was all it took for Fiona to spiral down the waiting maw of the ocean, screaming as she neared her demise.



“NO!” Fiona cried as she sat up awake, eyes wide and breaths heavy as cold sweat covered her body. Fear painted itself on her countenance as she warily looked around, finding that she had awoken from her nightmare in her shared room with Shiloh. She frantically searched for him.

What Fiona had found was neither Shiloh’s waved golden locks nor his eyes that resembled emeralds. It was Arden’s. Long raven-colored locks and eyes that were filled with nothing but worry. She had gone out to get some water as Shiloh if ever her liege were to wake up, but the moment she came back Fiona was already muttering in her sleep. Voice fearful, skin bathed in a cold sweat just like the time she first came back from the expedition.

“Hey… hey.” She spoke softly, body turned towards her as she sat at the edge of the bed. She placed her hands on her shoulder, firm but gentle at the same time. All those negative emotions Arden had felt earlier were stuffed inside a box in the crevice of her heart. Not now, she didn't need such emotions to present to Fiona.

“It’s okay, you’re safe… I’m here with you.” She reached for the napkin that lay on a nearby counter and wiped it on Fiona’s face. Once she finished, Arden offered a comforting smile because that is all that she wanted to do - become someone that can make her feel safe, no matter what.

She reached out for an embrace but stopped abruptly midway. Unsure, that was how she felt. After the revelation of the journal, Arden had found it harder to think. She looked back on all those memories; the fact that she never knew a thing had frustrated her. How could she have been so blind, let her be taught by someone so disgusting… How could she face her the same way?

She dropped the napkin and picked up the glass of water that she had taken not too long ago. “Here, drink this.”

Fiona slowly reached for the cup, grasping it with slightly shaky hands before bringing its tip to her lips. She closed her eyes as she drank, the cold liquid washing through her throat like rain on a parched field. It helped stabilize her hold, alongside her mind which had been fractured by the nightmare so palpable; she could still feel its heaviness on her back. When she opened her eyes, she found that the foreignness she had felt when she regained consciousness persisted.

“Thank you.” She muttered as she placed the drink on the nearby nightstand, meekly eyeing her companion thereafter. It has been a while since she last saw Arden. Still, her heart has never forgotten how much it sang praises at the sight of her. She silently prayed that its songs would be loud enough to drown the unwanted discord in her mind, but sadly, they were not.

She pried her gaze off the loyal knight and let it wander around the room. “You… cleaned up our room. We could have done it together.” She absent-mindedly pointed out.

“Hmm?” Arden’s head turned to catch a glimpse of their room. While nothing Fiona bought was taken out of the box, everything was neatly packed up on one side of the room. “Oh, yeah. I did.” Arden breathed out and turned her gaze back to Fiona. A smirk formed across her face, eyes squinted just slightly. “I mean, where was I supposed to sleep if I hadn’t cleaned it up?” She extended her hand to the floor where she slept, her voice was alight of laughter.

The smallest of smiles slipped through Fiona’s clouded mind and settled on her lips. She softly hummed in agreement, eyes squinted as the apples of her cheeks rose and coaxed the glisten of her eyes.

“Look, me cleaning the stuff… It’s no big deal, but if you really wanted to do some cleaning with me, I could always mess it up again.” She quipped before she leaned slightly toward Fiona until she could see the woman’s glittering eyes.

Arden’s features had turned soft at the sight of her like this. Afraid, she knew her mentor well and her mentor knew her. While she was confident of her abilities, she had always been taught by her uncle never to underestimate the opponent. “How are you feeling?”

Fiona returned Arden’s gaze with a doe-like sheen. “I-I don’t know. I feel like I’m seeing the world with a new pair of lenses.” When it came to her troubles, Fiona had always found it easy to be honest with Arden. Perhaps it was because of how she could read her like an open book; she could be at loss for words, but Arden would still understand the woes hidden in her pages.

“Do you remember the painting of a lush garden hanging on the corridor to my room back home? The Old Master painted such beautiful verdant trees and brightly colored flowers that I was mesmerized the moment I set my gaze on it. I’ve… always thought it was a perfect picture.” She took a deep breath, now looking at the palm of her hands. “One day, an elder maid and I walked past it. She pointed out how there is actually a blotch of ink at its corner. It was so small that nobody would actually see it unless they take a closer look, yet… It was enough to change my entire perspective of the painting. From then on, all I could think of is that taint whenever I’d see the painting.” She returned her eyes to Arden. “That is how I feel right now… about the world.”

Arden sat on the edge of the bed and listened. She nodded when she was addressed but aside from that, she made no comment whatsoever and offered an ear to talk her troubles to. Unlike Fiona, Arden has seen the imperfections of their world from a young age— Arden is a part of that flaw. “I’m sorry…” She started even when she knew she bore no fault but that was all she could offer. “It’s not easy when your point of view changes so abruptly, but for better or for worse, this is the true image of the world.”

What she needs right now is her best friend, not her knight. Arden clemently offered her hand to Fiona. She rubbed circles on her hand and hoped that it would give the woman in front of her some comfort. “I’m with you, every step of the way. If the burden is too much then share it with me and I’ll help you carry it.”

And what of the time when you can no longer be with her? Her voice echoed like a ghost in the back of her mind. What then? The vision of Fiona struggling in battle had felt like tar bubbling in her stomach. They weren’t within the capital of Aradia, they weren’t on the castle grounds. They were in a ship that travels to who knows where and danger follows it like a predator to its prey. “Drielle, would you want to learn how to wield a weapon?”

Fiona stared at Arden with pursed lips, the slightest hint of blue emerging within her glistening emerald gaze. Nobody has ever asked her such a question. To everyone, Drielle was someone to be protected; she was never meant to pick up a sword and fight. She finally let tears fall through her lashes and slip down her blushing cheeks as she nodded her head.

“Yes…” She whispered as she reached forward and closed their distance, her head falling onto the crook of Arden’s neck as they embraced. “The Crown is heavy and thorned, Arden. I fear my hands are too small and my shoulders are too weak to carry the world.” She lightly sobbed against her skin. “You’re the only one with whom I can share this burden. So please, teach me how to be strong, so that one day I may free us both from these chains.”

There was a certain stillness as they enveloped one another. “...Cry too much and you’ll be left with puffy eyes in the morning.” Arden’s words were meant to be humorous, but they only dripped with melancholy. She leaned back to place her hands on both sides of the other's cheeks, her thumbs wiping the tears that painted the woman's face.

When was the last time their faces had been this close? Arden couldn't remember, all she thought about was how she sorely missed Drielle's sapphire-colored eyes despite the events of earlier. It was as if the soldier wasn’t the master of her own actions; her fingertips had found themselves against the small cold chains of her liege’s necklace. As she lifted the item, the true features of the Princess began to resurface and left the Knight with a pierced heart once again.

Waves of gold replaced the locks of brown that curtained her face, the peering blue in the crevices of her green orbs exploding to encompass its entirety. Fiona’s features gradually mellowed down to a far softer one, though the familiar warmth remained on her doe-like eyes.

In that instance, midnight was reflected by the color of the ocean. Like waves pulled by the moon’s gravity, so too were the pair. Arden's hand held the back of the Princess's neck and felt the way she leaned towards her. They both did, slowly, surely, until her dark orbs only stared at one thing: her lips. Too close for how the heiress of the kingdom and her sworn knight should be.

And, just like waking up from a dream, Arden had pulled back abruptly. She clenched her teeth as she swallowed a breath. That was close. She thought to herself, eyes frantic as she stared back at her liege. "Get some rest, you'll need it for tomorrow morning. We'll start right away and leave no time to waste."

Arden had gotten up and pulled out her thin weaved mat which she always slept on. "I'm just right here, okay? But if you can't sleep just wake me up, I don't mind if you do."

Behind her, the Princess looked completely dazed, as if she was still stuck in a moment long gone. When she snapped out of it, she caught sight of Arden laying down her mat on the ground as she has been doing ever since they got on the ship. She pressed a palm against her flushing cheek before it slid down to touch her lips. She could still feel Arden’s breath against it. It made her heart pound with a fervor that was getting a little bit too difficult to ignore.

“Arden.” She softly called out. “Keep the mat. The bed is wide enough for the both of us.” She kept her eyes from the other as she scooted from the center of the spacious bed.

The royal guard was dumbfounded at the words given to her. Her mind needed a full minute to fully process those words before she reacted. “I-” The bed… it was always so soft to sit on, the idea of being able to sleep in comfort was much too tempting but she could not in good conscience do so. “I’m used to it, don’t worry about me too much.” She answered shyly as she started to fluff her pillow.

The Princess expected the Knight’s answer, albeit it didn’t stop the small sigh from leaving her lips. She peered at her through her shoulder, brow slightly furrowed upwards which made her eyes bigger. “Come on, please?” She murmured. “Or do I- do I smell? Oh my Tree, is that it?” She pulled on her dress’ collar and began sniffing herself. It was an odd sight, indeed. The picture-perfect Crown Princess was scampering to check herself in a rather unladylike manner, but Arden knew she has always been this way. The events of today may have cut deep, but it seemed like she was still herself at the end of the day.

"What?" Arden blurted louder than she had meant to, confused at the Princess' sudden worry. "I never said anything of the sort! It's just that…" She paused and tried to think of a way to explain without exposing her feelings. "Fine! I'm gonna sleep right here and show you that there's nothing wrong!"

The knight jumped to the very side of the bed. Scooting herself as far away as possible from the other, Arden felt like hundreds of butterflies were in her stomach. Blood rushed to her face as she tried to become as still as stone.

The Princess stared at her from the other side, a puzzled look on her face. Eventually, a giggle slipped through the fingers ghosting her lips. It was rare to see Arden in such an animated way. Surely, nobody would’ve guessed that the esteemed and stoic royal guard could also sport this side. “You can be pretty silly sometimes.” She light-heartedly commented before clapping once to automatedly close the lights. She then plopped against the waiting comfort of the soft pillows and mattress, the darkness and the presence beside her easing the weight of today.

The two of them lay in silence, unmoving on their spots on the opposite sides of the wide bed. It was almost as if the slightest shift would ruin the serenity encompassing the room.

“Arden?” The Princess whispered against the wind, the sheets subtly shuffling on her side as she turned to look at her.

"Yes? What is it?" Arden whispered, turning around to face the Princess, worried at what might come next. She placed a hand at the center of the bed but was met with another’s. Their hands intertwined.

“Thank you… for everything.” The Princess smiled, closing her eyes thereafter. “Good night.”

A small smile made its way to Arden's lips, "I feel the same way." The warmth from the Princess's hand was enough to make her feel at peace, and she could only hope that the other shared her sentiment. "Good night, Drielle." She breathed before closing her eyes, her final memory of the night was the heiress' tranquil features bathed by moonlight.

 

[Guppy Franz]

Gaberial De'Sardet
"Red"
Mentioned: Hecotoro JJae AI10100 . D O V E
Interaction: Hanarei​

A low sigh escaped Red as he emerged from the cramped bathroom in his room, a towel draped around his neck and his wet fiery red hair hanging loosely down to his lower back. A sense of refreshment washed over him as his once-tense muscles now were relaxed and his groggy mind now cleared for the day ahead. Though, a slight tightness remained in his back, causing him to grimace in discomfort for a moment before forcing himself to ignore the uncomfortable feeling. He had hoped Abe would be present aboard the ship when he had returned last night, but it seemed the good doctor had set out with the other party. At least Red felt slightly relieved to know the others would have medical assistance in case it was needed. The findings of yesterday's venture had made him wary of this island, not to mention the strange episode given by Fiona. Abandoned Royal Guard vessels, out-of-place dead merchants, several scattered mysteries that only seeded confusion and frustration, and Fiona screaming for whatever tortured her mind to leave her be. The memory of yesterday only caused his stomach to twist with unease before the cold droplets of water running down his pale skin brought him out of his thoughts.

With a slow breath, he unwrapped the towel from his neck and began to dry his damp hair as he walked over to the large mirror placed between his dresser and desk. As he removed the towel and strands of loose hair from his vision, he was met by himself in the reflection, half-dressed with his torso bare, with nothing to hide the scattered scars that painted his pale skin. Past wounds from his life bore nothing but grim reminders of his dances with death. His eyes lingered, slowly drifting from scar to scar along his toned form until reaching the largest one above his stomach, a long and brutal-looking wound that reached to either side of his torso. His gaze hardened as the blurred images of fire and red flashed in his mind, muffled sounds of gunfire and screaming echoing in his thoughts, and the form of a shadowy figure glaring down at him with pure hatred and rage. He grasped his wound, his nails nearly breaking the skin as his heartbeat rapidly grew before forcing his mind to push the memories away. Closing his eyes for a moment, Red took a long and slow breath before opening them again to meet his own gaze in the mirror.

Cold...Empty...Red...

After a moment of silence, Red finally broke away from his own eyes and began to prepare for the day. Digging into his dresser he retrieved a simple comfortable white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of well-tailored green trousers, and a heavy finely made brown coat with detailed etchings lined along the sleeves and cuffs of the material. After he slipped into his attire for the day he returned to the mirror and did one last inspection of himself before tying his long hair into a tight ponytail and buttoning his coat's waist button. As he made the final touches to his attire, he heard the familiar voice of the janitor call out, inviting to share some company in the showers. A small smile of slight amusement came to his face, reminded of where he was now and standing a bit taller in the mirror. A new day as shown itself to him and he was ready to face it, be it good or bad.

With his sword and pistol strapped to his side, Red finally exited his room and entered the ship's hallway. Though the shower had washed away his grogginess he was still in need of one last touch. A cup of warm coffee. With the first goal of the day set Red began to make his way to the ship's kitchen, silently wondering if Dominique and the others had returned. He could prepare coffee just fine, but he doubted his ability to actually cook breakfast. Maybe a bowl of cereal. The thought brought a frown to his face, again reminded of his dependence on the crew's cook. Though at least his dependence was placed on good company, Dominique never failed to entertain.

It didn't take long for Red to reach the kitchen, not much activity to be seen or heard along the way, but he appreciated the silence for now. As he entered the kitchen however the silence would be quickly destroyed by the sound of pots, pans, and other sorts of frantic clattering around. Arching a brow as he moved further into the kitchen he would soon see the familiar face of Selene, the Dhampir waitress. At first glance it was clear she was in a panic about something, flustered and in a hurry to find whatever it was she was searching for. "Ms. Yonescu? Are you... alright?" he questioned slowly, making his way over to her and stopping to keep a couple of feet between them. After looking around at the slight mess she made in the kitchen he decided to put his coffee on hold. "Is there something I can assist you with? Before you destroy Ms. La'Sar's kitchen."

 

[Hanarei]

Selene Yonescu​

|Location: S.S. Infinity Kitchen


"AHHHHH!" Such profound philosophical words were likely never spoken before as Gaberial's voice reached her ears finally registering it as he had stopped not far away from her. The girl's body toppled over nearly pulling down a few pans with her though fortunately stopping her from making any more of a mess as she landed on her toosh. A rather unpleasant frown on her face from the impact on the hard floor. Her heart still was racing a bit though at the very least she wasn't in her little panic anymore. It had given her a chance to settle down tkaing a deep breath as she slowly stood up.

Selene got to her feet, her hand swatting at her rear end feeling slightly sore where she had landed. A little bit of an annoyance but one that would go away soon enough. She had suffered far worst falls of her own doing before. The girl's arms swatting away at herself as if to make herself come off presentable. Her hand gently held in front of her at attention. The voice hadn't been Ms. La'Sar's at the very least as the words clearly implied... along with the clearly different voice. The idea she had been destroying the kitchen did alert her a bit to glance about noticing the mess she had made in a panic as she turned a little pale. Her eyes shifting over to Red.

"AH.. s... sorry... I... well she wasn't here.. .and.. well.. it's breakfast and well.. um... I thought I might need to... but I'm not really good at... and I um..." She muttered clearly fumbling with words. It wasn't likely hard to piece together she was attempting to talk about her having to make breakfast. She was known well enough to being a bit meek at times and flustered though it was clear it went a bit above the normal this morning. Both the earlier 'visual' along with the kitchen lacking it's chef having clearly left her a bit more shaken up.

It however got worst as her eyes fixated on Red. His strong confident red eyes felt as if they pieced into her very soul. His red fiery hair felt as if it emanated heat of which she could hardly stand to gaze upon. His strong resilient frame looking as if he could hold her and keep the entire world away from her in his grasp. His voice coming off with such class that she felt as if it could easily serenade her to sleep if he spoke to her sweet nothings. Then his long... slender neck... it's very sight seeming to glisten in the light. The very pulsation of the veins running up along it while not visible she could feel them pulsate as he simply stood there. The blood rushing through his eagerly presented neck as if it was asking for a little bite... just one... little... bite...

Selene lifted her index finger, nervously biting at it as her fangs lightly teased resting against her finger for him to see. It was her own strange way of attempting to settle down her 'thirst' a bit. The girl's cheeks quite vibrantly red as she bit down a bit harder into her finger trying to control herself taking in some deep breaths as she looked at Red. Once again she was a flustered mess around someone she saw as handsome and worst of all being thirsty seeing them. It just added to a reason she had been panicking in the first place with no one there preparing breakfast to help sate her hunger.

"Ah... um... well.." She muttered her voice partially obfuscated by her finger. The girl reluctantly pulling her finger from her mouth taking a deep breath as to try and relax herself a bit more. Her eyes glancing at him blushing still a bit. Even if she was able to suppress back her hunger it didn't exactly change the fact she did find him cute. She was still a shy girl after all. She tended to be a bit shy around most people which didn't make it easier when she found them attractive.

"Breakfast... Ms. La'Sar isn't really here and someone... needs to make it. I'm n... not really a good cook... at all. That and I'm... um.. I'm a bit hungry already as well. That doesn't help, either..." She spoke finding much more control in her voice. Her eyes fixating at him as she gently clutched her hands in front of herself standing at attention. A rather sweet innocent expression on her face as it seemed she had settled down a little bit though she was clearly still rather uneasy about the situation. Today had been rather hectic for her, on top of the entire situation she had awoken to the night before she was still half uncertain exactly why they were where they were and where some of the crew was missing including the captain.


Interacting: Red Guppy Franz
Mention: JJae

 

[Nothingness]

Quartermaster

Jin Aethor

Mood: Exhausted

S.S. Infinity | Kitchen

Interactions ||
N/A

Mentions ||
Hanarei Guppy Franz JJae Hecotoro

The morning stroll through the halls of the ship was mostly uneventful, the sounds of footsteps wandering the different parts of the ship, both above deck and below clearly indicated that a majority of the crew had been awake and were going about their day. Although it was strange, usually the amount of movement throughout the ship early in the morning was much more hectic, some of the individuals either waking from their slumber to head to the shared bathroom for their morning hygienic duties or the sounds of sprinting people heading for the kitchen or lounge to have their morning breakfast. However, this time the ship was almost quiet, or at the very least, quieter than usual. Fang had been shouting from a deck below about a 'group hug' in the showers, and the sounds of slightest sounds of muffled rumbling had been going on far below deck in the storage area. Was everyone not on board? Coming to a half at the stairwell, Jin stared up the stairs that would lead out to the main deck as the sun's rays shined down upon the ship. Raising a hand to block out the sunlight from his eyes slightly, he was ready to head up to the main deck before the sounds of pots and pans had been crashing down the rest of the stairway.

With a raised brow, Jin turned his attention towards the direction of the sound. Dominique was not one to be clumsy in the kitchen, and surely if she was in there, she would be the one preparing breakfast, so why was there such a ruckus going on from the kitchen. With one ear tilting to the side above his head, curiosity caught the better of the male as he headed directly down several steps to the deck below to reach the kitchen. The path to his destination was short, reaching towards the wooden door, Jin slowly creaked the door open only to come and find that two of the crew members had been already present within the room. Red, who appeared to had been in the same curious state regarding the noise and Selene, who looked to had been the reason as to the commotion.

Standing behind the crimson haired male in silence, Jin's own silvery hues slowly scanned the room to notice the rather large mess that had been created before scratching the back of his head at the sight of it all. 'Well...Dom's not going to be too happy about this.' His thoughts wandered as he patted Red's shoulder from behind, carefully and gently moving him aside so that he could get around his fellow crewmate. Without so much a word to either of the two within the room, Jin went to work on gathering whatever pot and pans that had fallen, stacking the smaller pots and pans over the larger ones to pile them neatly on top of one another. Tucking them away as to where he could remember their designated locations would/should've been. Throughout the entirety of his time working, he paid little mind to the two as they spoke with one another, only excusing himself whenever or if he ever needed to get around Selene or Red as needed.

As he neared completion of his tidying, Jin eventually came to a pause when he had opened up the fridge just to put away a few different vegetables. Without warning, his stomach gave a deep and fully audible growl and groan as he nearly hunched over just from the sensation. Placing a hand over his stomach, it was only now did he realize he hadn't eaten anything since early yesterday. With the amount of blood he had used up during the battle in the skies and then against the Moosebear, the sudden scent and sight of even uncooked food nearly made his vision go blurry from his sheer hunger. With that thought in mind, rather than finish up with the rest of the tidying of the kitchen, Jin had taken one of the pans that he still had within his grasp before placing it upon the stove. Turning the knob under the pan, a few clicking sounds of the pilot light attempting to spark a flame filled the air before a roaring flame had finally lit underneath the pan itself.
While the pan heated up, Jin returned to the refrigerator just to retrieve a stick of butter, several eggs, multiple slabs of bacon, sausage and some white toast. Making sure to grease up the pan using a small cut slab of the butter, while the two fellow crew mates had continued their conversation, Jin prepared the food in a large quantity in the possible case that anyone else would want some.

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[Guppy Franz]

Gaberial De'Sardet
"Red"
Mentions: JJae
Interactions: Nothingness Hanarei​

Not even a moment after asking his question Red jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden outburst from Selene, taking a step back from the yell before taking another step forward as he saw her fall and winced as she hit the ground. For a moment he wasn't sure what exactly to do, but thankfully she didn't seem to have hurt herself too badly. As she got back to her feet Red listened as she tried to explain her actions, calmly and patiently listening as she attempted to get her words out. He had grown used to the Dhampir's usual meekness, learning to give her time to speak whenever she fumbled with her words. Though he noticed she seemed to struggle a bit more than usual this morning. As she mentioned breakfast though it quickly came clear what the issue was. "Ah, I see," he stated knowingly, looking around the now slightly messy kitchen. He couldn't blame her, if he was as hungry as her, he'd probably make just as big a mess.

Her 'condition' must have been playing a big part in her frantic search as well, earning a sympathetic look in his eyes as he recalled her apparent thirst. It was times like these that he would appreciate Dominique's talents even more. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be around to aid Selene with her current predicament. As she admitted to lacking cooking abilities, something he could relate to as well. A small frown came to his face, his original plan to just grab a cup of coffee slowly drifting as he looked at his struggling crewmate. After a moment of thinking he was brought out of his thoughts as he felt someone pat him on his shoulder from behind. Glancing over he saw Jin slipping past him and gave a quick nod. "Morning Mr. Aethor," he greeted as the quartermaster moved past him and Selene. He watched as the cat-eared crewmate began to show off his superior cooking skills and looked back to Selene. A small smile slipped onto his face as he unbuttoned the waist button of his coat, and gently removed the heavy piece of clothing from his body.

"Well, Ms. Yonescu, I have a proposition for you," he said as he neatly folded his coat and laid it out on a nearby counter. "Since you and I both lack the cooking skills of both Ms. La'Sar and Mr. Aethor here, how about we train ourselves together?" he asked before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "I can't promise we'll be successful, but we'll be one step closer to becoming masters of the kitchen," he stated, his smile slightly growing in amusement at the idea before pointing to the fridge. "We'll start with something simple. Scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, and toast. I'll do the eggs and bacon, and you can handle the hashbrowns and toast. If you require any assistance, simply ask," he said before making his way to the fridge to collect the required ingredients. Red knew this was a bad idea from the start, but... it seemed like it would be an entertaining distraction from the worries hanging over him and the crew. Plus, it would be good for Selene and himself to grow more independent from Dominique, even if her cooking was much appreciated.

"Mr. Aethor, if it seems like we may burn the kitchen down, please intervene," he whispered to Jin as he passed behind him with his ingredients and took up a position behind another stove top a bit away from Jins area. With a bowl placed on the counter and the pan beginning to heat up, Red let out a slow breath before cracking the first egg against the rim of the bowl. Unfortunately, he was forced to try another egg since he used too much force, ending up with his hand being covered in the yolk. Not the greatest of starts. And sadly, it wouldn't get any better. Halfway through Red lost four pieces of bacon, burnt to a crisp or too raw to eat. As for his eggs, he would either use too much seasoning or find bits and pieces of eggshells. His workstation would fair no better, the counter with his ingredients would be scattered messy, broken eggs and splattered yolk covering the once clean surface. No doubt this was a mistake, the fact becoming even more evident as he smelled Jins cooking, his stomach rumbling in envy as Red forced himself to not look his way.

 

[Historia Calamatium]

Syrus Andromedus ​

"And tell me m'boy what is it you can do? Anyone with a sense of direction can navigate."

Syrus grinned, a toothy awkward smile. Not because he found any amusement in the conversation. No. In fact it had been going the exact opposite of what he had planned. He had not been allowed to get in a word edgewise so far.

"Not everyone can navigate just because they step on a ship. There's not a soul in this world who can read the stars like me. Who can adjust to a slight change in the winds like me. Who can get you to your destination the quickest and safest like me." The words tumbled out as if by instinct. Like he was reading from a script but they felt right. He knew they'd work. They did before.

"If that's true than tell me why am I dead?" The Captain responded, tone neutral but his eyes held several emotions the young Andromedus had never seen reflected in them before. Hate. Anger. Loathing. Disappointment. It took everything in him not to shrink back in fear.

"I believed you when you told me this thr first time and in the end all it got me was killed in the end. No. No. No. We won't make that same mistake again."

We?

They materialized like shadows. Silhouettes of his crew mates. Of his family. And yet their eyes like the captain's held nothing but contempt for him. It wasn't until he saw the ice cold blade jut from out of his chest did he realize he was dead.

As Syrus woke from his nightmare the first thing he discovered outside of not having a massive hole in his chest was that he had a pinch in his neck, probably from sleeping seated in front of his door instead of sleeping in his bed like a normal person. He could feel the dried up tear stains on his face. He was sure he looked like death but he didn't want to be bothered while he wallowed.

Evidence of his outburst permeated his room. Shelves had been destroyed. Books and maps scattered all over the room. His globe had a fist print right through the center. None of it assuaged his guilty conscious as cathartic as it was.

Growl!

He had been content with hiding out in his room another day but it seemed his body had other ideas. He stood up and swayed a bit. Maybe he could sneak a sandwich or something before the others woke up. He'd have to get passed Dom and her pet but it was a risk he'd have to take....

His first clue that Dom had either died or was indisposed was the smell of ash that filled his nostrils as he made his way to the kitchen. Someone was burning something. It mixed in with several other scents but combined together the burning overpowered it all. He was so hungry that he'd settle for burnt food at the moment. He was desperate.

To his utter dismay the kitchen was packed. Syrus would've been ok if it was just Red and Selene but seeing Jin there caused him to instinctively touch his heart. No hole this time. He hadn't been spotted so maybe he could just come back later.

 

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Azure, not hearing a response right away would slowly keep on moving, but much more purposeful and quiet than before, actually trying to pay attention to his surroundings but in this dark space, it was not really any better. Of course, it didn't take long for the other to look into some other random storage, perking up as he found a few boxes of nails that he thought he lost months ago, rather excited to see that they were in fact, not lost. He picked them up and looked them over, as they seemed to be fine, and would work for now. Nodding to himself, he tucked them into his pocket before jumping at the sound of the familiar voice of Eiran.

"Azure?" It was like his heart jumped into his throat, though not because it was very loud, really, Azure was not one to be scared. He still played horror games for content but really was scared easily.

"Azure, is that you? Ah, are you searching for the supplies?" With a hand over his heart, Azure was able to turn his attention to the comparable height of the machine-man, shining his flashlight over and let out a deep sigh, and just laughed.

"If you were any louder, Infinity would have taken more damage than she always has," he joked and was able to relax after tensing up at the very nice scare he just had. "Yes! Supplies, Came down here looking for them. Figured might pull them out and measure and such before I eventually have to get everyone off the ship to check the underside." he said, running a hand through his hair as he looked around the metallic man before him. Did azure notice the book? The simple answer was yes but, honestly, he didn't have too much care in the world for it, maybe thinking it was something that Eiran read if the other man did read for fun. Did he? Ah, who knows.

"See you got yourself a new..old? A new but old-looking book for yourself to read." Azure would begin to carefully move around the other, seeing the new material he was looking for before. The slightly taller and vastly strong man easily picked up the whole barrel in one arm, looking around, grabbing some other planks and nails he spotted in the area before nodding to himself. That should be fine for now, always can come back later.

"Never mind the stuff. Thanks for bringing back all these supplies...when the others came back, they seemed to be...off. Did anything happen when you guys were out and about? Did you happen to run into the others as well?" He asked, concerned about the two new crew mates and how they came back, even Red was, well, upset perhaps but it was unclear, and the others, no response from Dom and nothing from anyone else. It wasn't a lack of trust for the group still out more just, a lot of concern. After all, they were one big family, everyone on the ship.

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[Vexumin]

EIREN BRACKUS
STATUS: OPERATIONAL | CAUTIOUS
LOCATION: CARGO OF THE S.S. INFINITY

Eiren kept a close eye on Azure as the two of them began to interact, having just alerted Azure with a call. Eiren was amused that even a slight call elicited a bit of a jump from the fellow. A guilty thought that he quickly puts aside the two near each other.

"If you were any louder, Infinity would have taken more damage than she always has," he joked and was able to relax after tensing up at the very nice scare he just had.

It was at moments like these where Eiren wishes that he could smile, or that his previous self could have thought to implement a feature that allows him to express himself, but he had nothing of the sort. Instead, Eiren raises a hand and tips his hat down over his face a bit as he let out a deep chuckle. The automaton has found that when he hides his face while creating an emotionally dedicated sound, it will often allow people to "imagine the look on his face". It was a kindness that was the least he could do for those around him.

Better than simply being considered a cold and humorless hunk of metal.

"I could make my voice louder, but that wouldn't be good for anyone, would it?" Eiren says with another chuckle.

Azure soon answers in regard to the supplies that he had been seeking out down here. The barrel full of them having been dragged along by the automaton and then promptly placed in a space enough for Azure to easily take hold of it.

"Yes! Supplies, Came down here looking for them. Figured might pull them out and measure and such before I eventually have to get everyone off the ship to check the underside."

Eiren nods his head in understanding.

"Of course. I don't envy you, having the strength to repair the ship as you do. Could not imagine having to bear the weight of the Infinity."

When the journal was mentioned, Eiren just shrugs his shoulders. He securely tucks the journal into place in his cloak before looking fully at Azure.

"The group I was with found this journal aboard the mangled skeleton of a royal guard ship. I merely wish to take another look at it. A few of them had... negative reactions to the content within. Otherwise, all is well. But it had quite the negative effect on our scholar."

Eiren then thinks on the next thing Azure says. Others? Was there missing crew? As Eiren stands there, the lights of his eyes suddenly go out completely. He is still there, not deactivated, but his vision is flicking between the eyes he had aboard the ship at this time. There seemed to be crew that were missing.

"I did not see any others. Some did not return last night? I'm not sure how I missed as much. Lost in my thoughts? That's new."

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Interacting with: 606

 

[Arvios]

Napoleon Mauvieux​

Location: Decaying Forest of the Floating Island > Cave in the Decaying Forest

Mentions: AI10100 (Abraham Rozant)

Interacting With: JJae (Dominique La'Sar) TheImmortalDeity (Hush) Songstress (Aries)

The night was long, and grueling. The way they made it to the cave in one piece… Napoleon wished he could forget the memory. The sound of hurried damp steps, praying that no one would slip and fall from the grot underfoot, as if he could already hear the screams of whoever would be claimed by the predators behind them; the desperation to escape, too afraid to look back in fear of what he might bear witness to; the light weight of her small form between himself and Abe, and the sound of her breath growing heavier and heavier as if she would succumb from her wounds at any given minute. Upon arrival, the doctor did not waste a moment to patch everyone up as best as he could, triaging them with what he had available. And Napoleon waited, his eyes on Hush the whole while, fixed on what would have been her mutilated leg for hours on end.

At the very least, he recognized that the last thing he should do was distract him. So he just sat there, back against the solid rock of their temporary shelter, tormenting within his own mental grounds. His hands had gripped his rifle tightly, an eye twitching in response to the monsters outside cackling amongst themselves, as if taunting them of their dire situation. How Napoleon wished to see those abominations storm the cave, all so he could unleash his rage upon them. He recognized his foolishness soon after. Not only for wishing such a scenario and putting everyone else at risk, but for allowing her to bear such a responsibility, and taking the brunt of the attack. The priest did not once consider how they might have been worse off if someone else had taken her role… The silent anger prevented him from thinking rationally.

Napoleon’s eyes flickered once the first light of dawn pierced the seemingly eternal dark of the night before, though it was the sight of Hush’s movements that brought life back to them. And that slight calm from the brewing storm that was his rising temper immediately clouds over again upon hearing her first words.

"I'll scout ahead," she said, her voice coming out shakier than intended.

Watching her struggle with the simplest task that should have been breathing steadily was enough to make him bolt up in anger. Watching Aries break down at the sight of her recklessness, her pleas towards the incumbent scout was what made him snap into action. With one heavy step after another, his long strides quickly closed the distance between the two, the imposing beastfolk now barricading her path into the cave. A soft growl could be heard escaping from his throat, his fists fully clenched, his tail raised with a slow wag. He didn’t pay any attention to the signals he was giving off, nor was he attempting to be intimidating. He only had one thing on his mind right now.

Napoleon cast his ardent gaze down towards her, his fangs exposed from his raised lips and furrowed brows, expecting for her to greet them with a pitiful glance. Seconds passed. Being a witness to the sorry state she was in was enough to extinguish the rage behind his stare, the sharp sensation of his eyes glossing over as he fought back the tears. But even then, he did his best to prevent his expression from becoming damped, with the emotions from hours before now surging once more. The guilt, the curse of responsibility… Now without the fire.

“No you won’t,” he finally spoke, his own voice low and fragmented. “Not alone, at least.”

Napoleon turns away from her and lowers himself, the sensation of soft skin pressing against his furred forearm where Abe had torn his coat to bandage his wound. As he lifts her up to piggyback her, he makes a subtle forward motion to get her to lean on his broad, and powerful back. The beastfolk, now carrying the young teenager, walks towards Dominique, urging his rider to take her improvised meal.

“Take it,” he urged her. “You need nutrients. Isn’t that right, Chef Dominique?”

The priest had noticed Dominique’s own personal dilemma throughout the night, but chose not to bring it to attention. This was a traumatic experience for everyone involved. And the best thing to do in such an occasion was to give people their own space.

“Go on now,” the beastfolk repeated. “We need our scout in the best of conditions.” Napoleon glances at Aries and gives her a subtle nod, as if thanking her for caring for the girl. Anika, he realized, truly was blessed to have someone of her caliber within arm's reach.

 

[AI10100]

R O Z A N T , A B R A H A M
Interacting with: JJae Songstress TheImmortalDeity Arvios
Location: Island​

Abraham spent the better part of the night and the morning tending to the injuries of the group, giving instruction to whoever was taking watch if he needed any help. Perhaps it was not a trait seen often in him but he focused so intensely he forgot their current situation. He took small breaks to eat before moving back to properly close the wound, prevent infection from forming (or continuing in Hush's case as he still grimaced at the fact that she was still feverish and limping), and prod deeper into their bodies to see if those monstrosities had any sort of advanced form of rabies. Normally, this amount of damage would not have cost him so much energy and time. However, Abraham wasn't about to risk leaving them alone in fear that these monsters had something else brewing in them.

He also attempted to make notes but his mind was hazy and thinking straight almost couldn't come to him. He was starving by the end of it all. He had consumed all of his reserved burgers just to get through the others. Fighting the infection once it had started was especially difficult and without the proper medical supplies he had back at the ship, he had to resort to completely eradicating it which was a long and arduous process. Combined with the lack of proper sleep as he tended to the others and only grabbed an hour or so of disjointed shut-eye at the coaxing of the others, it was safe to say that Abraham was not in a good state by the time the sun had risen. Sunlight poked at his closed eyes and he let out a grumble as he opened them, grimacing at the thought of moving.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and wishing that he had done things a little differently. "Remind me to go to sleep as soon as we get back." He muttered to the others as he reached into his pack, taking out an energy drink and knocking it back. It will kick in a moment. For now, he had to keep awake. Fear and paranoia gnawed at him from the back of his mind as he gazed at the others but the weariness of sleep kept him from fussing over them. He just wanted to get leave. He wanted to leave this island and never look back. He really hoped that the others shared his sentiments about it.

Aries approached him and wrapped her sash around him and he gave her a grateful smile. "'m just doing my job." Still, he pulled the sash tighter around his neck to stave away the cold better. Had he known they would spend the night outside, he would have gotten into more comfortable clothing. Then again, had he known they would be attacked by monster wolves, he would have been able to prepare more than just his usual medical box. "Thanks. And don't worry, I'm not planning on doing much until we get back to the ship."

He watched as the librarian left to go after Hush who had stubbornly gone ahead to scout. Father Napoleon seemed to be on the same wavelength, firmly stating that Hush must at least take someone with her. Abraham should have said something but he was sure that his words might prove to be a little too harsh without the usual filter he had when he was actually awake. So, perhaps wisely, he kept his mouth shut and allowed Aries to handle the situation. His eyes wandered, spotting the chef moving out of the group's vicinity. Worried and perhaps overly tense, Abraham silently followed.

Dominique seemed to be muttering something to herself— her dragon fretting over her. Abraham was not a doctor of the mind and, as such, did not move from his position. Especially in his current state, he feared that he might say something that he shouldn't. So he stood there, watching like a hawk for a moment of physical distress. His eyes filled with blue fire that was hot enough to melt the stone she had rested her hands over. Abraham was not privy to Dominique's plights or struggles— he had not even known of her abilities beforehand. His hand twitched, unsure whether to reach out for Dominique to help or for his dagger in preparation. Yet he made no move, allowing the situation to calm itself.

He spun his heel, moving back to the group and pretending like he had heard and seen nothing. Dominique had joined them not long after, bringing food from whatever she had managed to forage before they had been hunted. Abraham raised his hand before quickly approaching and grabbing a few for himself. Before he separated from her though, he looked her straight in the eyes. A moment passed before he shook his head. "Thanks." He stepped aside to let the others take any if they wanted as he started to munch on his own snack. It helped alleviate the gnawing hunger in his stomach.

Father Napoleon seemed to have assigned himself as Hush's personal new ride. This would make their travel faster considering that Hush likely wouldn't be able to walk on her own properly anyway. Abraham scanned the group once over, internally grimacing at the fact that they were all worse for wear. There was no use beating himself up for his lack of preparation but his healing powers coming short certainly wasn't a pleasant surprise to anyone involved. "Father Napoleon is right. Everyone should get a bite to eat while we can." Considering Abraham had already consumed his own packed goods, he lamented not having been able to share it with the group.

"Don't got much choice in it." He looked back at the opening they had entered from, distant sounds of shuffling could be heard echoing against the walls of the cave. "Hopefully, wherever this new exit is would be closer to the ship. Save us the trip."

 

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Azure appreciated the other's lightheartedness which caused him to smile a little brighter than he has in the past 24 hours and looked at the supply in his hands and let out a small chuckle.

"I could make my voice louder, but that wouldn't be good for anyone, would it?"

Azure shrugged in response, able to hear the smile that the other was unable to show, and set the stuff in his arms down for a moment.

"Of course. I don't envy you, having the strength to repair the ship as you do. Could not imagine having to bear the weight of the Infinity."

The weight of the Infinity. Maybe the other meant it in a more figurative way but all Azure could think of was yesterday, jumping in front of the boat to stop it. Not much felt heavy to him but even a boat this size at full speed felt heavy for him, and let alone, it nearly could have killed him if he wasn't careful. Not that he was super careful anyways. Anyone else would have been flattened but him.

Now thinking about it, my body is still sore...I knew 3 protein shakes wouldn't cut it.

"The group I was with found this journal aboard the mangled skeleton of a royal guard ship. I merely wish to take another look at it. A few of them had... negative reactions to the content within. Otherwise, all is well. But it had quite the negative effect on our scholar."

A journal that causes negative reactions? No wonder the mood was so glum when the others came back. There must have been something more to the journal that would have caused such tension. Of course, that's another problem, at least they were on the ship, and that's at least the most important thing.

"I did not see any others. Some did not return last night? I'm not sure how I missed as much. Lost in my thoughts? That's new."

"I see, they didn't return...Dom hasn't answered my message. I hope they come back today or else we will have to send a search crew...well, have fun reading, I'll be out of your way! Thanks for the supplies!"

And just like that Azure picked up the supplies once more, giving one last smile to Eiran before turning to leave e first, phone out to use to light his way. Even then, as Azure moved further away, he would still stumble over boxes and barrels, swearing softly as things thud around him as he made his way out from the lower storage back to the top deck. So much was happening way too quickly leaving Azure really one option today as well: ignore his problems by possibly overworking himself! Without Abe here it might be a problem but it would be fine. As he reached the top deck, he heard some noises from the kitchen as his stomach growled loudly and he frowned a little and decided, to simply ignore it. Certainly not actions that might haunt him later. With a soft hup Azure with his supplies would jump down off the side of the ship down to his makeshift workstation he left up the day before and sighed, looking off into the direction the others had left in, dropping the supplies off his shoulder.

"Still nothing huh...I hope they come back."

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