[IC Thread] Act 1, Scene 2 : Seas of Blue and Red... [Creation is your oyster]

"I... I'm fine. Just... Wondering why it's here." Misora turned back around, her eyes still dialated from the concentration that charm needed. She then turned her head towards the Captain's cabin again, biting her lip again to stop her mind from wandering south again. Gah... She must follow through on that dinner...


One could say that Yoran was absolutely right about what was on Misora's mind. Extremely right. Misora's face was flushed again as she turned to see Yoran shaking head. "Something wrong, Yoran?"
 
It was Yoran's turn to blush when he was pulled from his thoughts. "Mh? Oh, nothing. So, you were talking about lending me some good books?"


It was perhaps unwise of Yoran to take Misora's recommendations on literature - with what he had discovered about her recently, he suspected that his readings would be... unnervingly erotic. And without an outlet on board, it could prove... painful.
 
"Ahhh, yes. Do you like comedy? I have a few of those with me. Or are you a mystery man? Drama maybe?" It was quite clear that Misora brought more than a few books. She looked over at Tsunami's cabin again with a sigh. "You think she'll be okay? She wasn't looking so good when I told her to rest..."


Yoran would be wrong to expect any... Erotic books from Misora. She kept those to herself. A total secret that she has them. She wasn't openly perverted, but completely closeted.
 
"A comedy would be good." He hesitated a second to reply to Misora's second question, before answering with a mischievous gleam in his eyes: "Oh, it is certainly true that she seemed tired. Perhaps she would welcome some comfort. If we were in a port city, I would recommend a massage salon, but here, in the middle of the Inland Sea... Who could perform such a procedure?"
 
"A... A... Massage?" Misora's face turned beet red in a second, she wobbled dizzily as all the blood seemed to rush to her head. "I... I... I'm not sure, Yoran... Surely none of the sailors, their hands are too rough. A... M-massage requires soft hands to be truly relaxing."


Her train of thought was written all over her face. It was surprising that anyone could not see how perverted she is. It was as plain as day!
 
In the distance, a crack of thunder could be heard as lightning forked down to hit the surfae of the sea under the cover of the storm clouds which had started raining. The light breeze wasn't enough to moe the ships, but was a hint that there would be wind after the calm, in the mean time... the breezes settled for playing with the dragonbloodeds' hair.
 
A lock of Yoran's hair drifted in the middle of his face. "Soft hands, yes, but firm too, to maximize pleasure," he said matter-of-factly. "I have also heard of certain techniques in which the masseuse uses her entire naked, oiled body to perform the massage... I bet that as a Cynis, the captain should be familiar with and open to such a variant..." He was doing his best to sound serious, as if he were just stating certain facts. "But I see no masseuse on board - an oversight of the Cynis staffing? Poor Captain Tsunami..."
 
Eyes wide, breathing heavy. "Entire... Naked... Body?" Misora thought about that for a good moment or two. "If it would help... I could try..." The Ledaal barely squeaked out. "I... I... I... J-just want to help and all..."
 
Aah ah, the beast is rearing its head...


"Well, I am not one to speak for the good captain, but I guess there is one way to know if your help would be welcomed: knock her door..." And rock her world as well. "Of course, if you need an outsider's eye for constructive criticism and performance evaluation, I would be glad to be of help as well," he added, feeling that teasing the Malfeas out of his fellow Dynast would never get old - until their journey was over, at least.
 
"I... I don't think help will be needed... I'd j-just get m-more nervous..." She stuttered. "Well... Maybe I could do it after dinner... I mean, she invited me and all... And that would be a very good time, too!"


Oh my... I think he knows how hot and bothered this makes me... This is bad, what if he tells people? Noooo... Mmmmm... Naked Captain...
 
Yoran hid his pinch of disappointment under a mask of courtesy. "Very well, if you feel this would disturb you, I shall not press the issue and wish you a... relaxing evening with the Captain. Now, about this comedy book?.."
 
"Ah, yes!" Misora approached her cabin door and went in, only for a minute. She came out with a book, one that she finished this morning. "Here we are. It's an interesting one. About an old man who has lost his mind, thinking he's a hero of some sort. It's rather funny, though."


Misora smiled softly. "Please tell me what you think after you finish."


(And yes, I got the book idea from what you think. xD )
 
Yoran accepted the book. "Thank you, I will start reading it now. I'll see you at the Captain's table this evening. Have a nice day!" He entered his own cabin, took off his salt-incrusted cloak and boots, and lied down bare chested on his bed, reading by the diffuse light in his cabin. Still, his breastplate and dire lance were at hand.


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OOC: I see ;)


Note that Yoran has a Gemstone of Surface Thoughts. If I had thought about using it, it would have gotten... even more interesting :lol:


I suppose we can timeskip to the next interesting bit.
 
Misora nodded and returned to her cabin. Reading the book she didn't finish earlier.


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OOC: Timeskip is fun! And I thought so. :twisted: He SHOULD be using it.
 
Quite some time later... actually... several hours later in the afternoon, as the sun started to descend towards the distant west behind the Imperial Mountain, the flotilla of ships were moving once more under sail towards the east, over which dark storm clouds loomed.


Given that they were set to anchor in a small chain of islands for the night, the odds of the convoy of ships entering the storm were low. But not unthinkable if the wind blew the clouds back. As such... Captain Tsunami was on deck and keeping an eye out for stormy weather as she shepherded the ships towards a nearby chain of island.


One that could be seen as evening drew near, and the scent of the ship's cooks fixed up dinner from the stores of food and the fresh fishes just caught.


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OOC - Feel free to post, just note that Tsunami is on deck, and it's several hours later. Danakir, or any of the others who've been silent... if you want to join back in... feel free to, we'll just assume that your character has been... VERY soundly asleep.
 
Misora placed her finished book down, getting up to stretch. She then decided to head out on deck. Despite Yoran's earlier teasings, this Ledaal was pretty happy. Spotting the ever-so-good-smelling captain, a smile crept on her face. Ahhh~ The Captain is awake... Maybe I should talk to her... About the... Massage Yoran mentioned... A slight blush surfaced on her cheeks before she got it under control.


"Good evening, Captain. Did you get a good rest?" Misora asked with a sincere smile. Hopefully I can help you relax later~
 
"Yes, it was pleasant," the smile directed at Misora was sincere and warm, much like that of someone who smiled at the presence of a younger sister. "And, dragons willing, we'll have a safe shelter for the night. Ahhh... before I forget, would you like to invite your friends for dinner. Or do you prefer it to be just the two of us? It can be awkwardly intimate and I wouldn't want to impose on you."
 
Misora tensed up at the question. Would saying she wanted to be alone with her be too obvious? Well, she didn't want to be teased again... "I... Would actually prefer to be alone with you..." Her furious blush returned once again. One would wonder if her face would get stuck that way if she blushed often enough. "If it's not too much to ask, of course, Captain..."
 
"Well... I'm sure that dinner would be enjoyable for the two of us tonight, wouldn't it?" the captain's smile might seem lecherous in certain light, or perhaps that was the mindset of the person looking at said captain and thinking dirty, dirty thoughts.
 
"Ah, yes! Of course! It would be quite nice, wouldn't it?" Misora smiled back, with the same sense of lechery as she saw in Tsunami. "Where would you like to have dinner...? There's not many places to eat on a ship, granted..."
 
A swift hand motion and the captain was ruffling the hair upon Misora's head. "Why in the captain's cabin, of course."
 
A huge blush appeared on her face once again. Alone... In her cabin... Oh my... This might get, ummm... Nice... She looked up at Tsunami with a weakened smile. "I see... I look forward to it a lot, Captain. We could talk and... Stuff."
 
"Of course," she nodded at Misora, before the wind picked and changed directions slightly and the air aspect could once more smell the sweet flowery scent of the captain that wasn't quite a perfume. "I'm sure we would have much to discuss."
 
She smells so good~ I just want to... Right now... Hehehehe...


"Is there anything in particular you'd like to discuss with me, Captain?" she asked with a look of innocence on her face. Even as she looked the Captain up and down... Suggestively. Why is it always a Cynis?
 
"Ah... but my dear Ledaal, if we were to discuss it now, it would hardly be private and we would have naught to discuss afterwards, would we not?" the amused look directed at Misora's look of innocence said that the captain had a good idea what the air aspect was thinking or trying to hide.


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OOC - 13d10 → [4,9,10,3,8,6,5,7,1,6,9,5,8] = 7 for perception + social
 
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