Nidelia
A Lost Kitty
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[Race For The Queen's Juniper] Chapter 1, General Posting Thread
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Aryel
Mermaid of the Forums
Aya was standing at the deck, looking out over the railings. It was quiet, well, if you cont the noise Jackson was making quiet, then it was peaceful. She tried, blocking the sounds out, wincing as she heard a smash. Her ears were quite an extraordinary thing when it came to sound. She has trained her hearing to be pitch perfect, hence why people who play instruments near her are scolded if they miss a note. "I wonder what's gotten Jackson so riled up today.." she murmured, looking to the door that led to the docks below her feet.
She decided to let it go, Jackson's little mistakes were always cleaned up soon after they are made. Walking around the Cloud Cutter, she looked around the whole ship. Climbing up the forecastle she looked at the ship's sigil. 'I still can't believe I'm a member aboard the Cloud Cutter..' She thought to herself, her sight never leaving the sigil. Her gaze then wandered over to the Crow's Nest, a part of the boat that she never gets on. "I guess I could climb it.." She murmured, walking down to the Main Deck and over to the mast that held the Crow's Nest.
Climbing up the mast, she made her way to the Crow's Nest. Getting some footing on it, she pulled herself up and managed to stand on her two feet. Walking over to the edge, she looked down. "Whoa.. This is high.." She said, holding on to the railing that kept her from falling down. Looking to her left, she saw a rope that was tied near the nest. Then a thought popped into her head. 'Try and swing down to the main deck.. Go on.' her conscious told her, nudging her to grab the rope.
Eventually she did, putting one foot on the edge of the Crow's Nest. When she felt like she had a strong grip on the rope, she pushed herself off the Nest, Aeson on her back. "Woooooh!" She cried out, the cold wind hitting her on the face. "This feels amaziiiing!" She added, swinging around the Main Deck. 'I hope no one comes up and sees me lollygagging around.' she thought, the feeling of flying sending shivers down her spine.
She decided to let it go, Jackson's little mistakes were always cleaned up soon after they are made. Walking around the Cloud Cutter, she looked around the whole ship. Climbing up the forecastle she looked at the ship's sigil. 'I still can't believe I'm a member aboard the Cloud Cutter..' She thought to herself, her sight never leaving the sigil. Her gaze then wandered over to the Crow's Nest, a part of the boat that she never gets on. "I guess I could climb it.." She murmured, walking down to the Main Deck and over to the mast that held the Crow's Nest.
Climbing up the mast, she made her way to the Crow's Nest. Getting some footing on it, she pulled herself up and managed to stand on her two feet. Walking over to the edge, she looked down. "Whoa.. This is high.." She said, holding on to the railing that kept her from falling down. Looking to her left, she saw a rope that was tied near the nest. Then a thought popped into her head. 'Try and swing down to the main deck.. Go on.' her conscious told her, nudging her to grab the rope.
Eventually she did, putting one foot on the edge of the Crow's Nest. When she felt like she had a strong grip on the rope, she pushed herself off the Nest, Aeson on her back. "Woooooh!" She cried out, the cold wind hitting her on the face. "This feels amaziiiing!" She added, swinging around the Main Deck. 'I hope no one comes up and sees me lollygagging around.' she thought, the feeling of flying sending shivers down her spine.
Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
Lilith's company didn't last long. Her coins clinked on the bar and she ghosted away from the tavern, uttering a few testy words to part with him. Michael didn't follow this time. His eyes were on Ladan. He watched the man's face and saw the interest dwindle, the attention meander. The captain made for the singer and Ladan left, his quick, business-like gait forming its own cut through the crowded, dusky tavern.
Michael rushed to pay his dues, snatching a few spare coins from the purse inside his vest and slamming it down on the bar as he walked. A quick turn of his head in the nigh-fresh air beyond caught sight of the first mate's familiar head bobbing above the waves of people. Michael kept the the first mate ahead of him, but kept his distance as Ladan ahead maneuvered down the winding Carran streets, which were abustle with city life; merchants screaming out their prices, the fierce infighting of sale-crazed housewives, and the common unfriendly, sour faces blurring past. The was to Michael at once familiar and unfamiliar: he the straight and narrow traced backwards to the docks, where Cloud Peril's ship resided. Michael was anticipating a shorter route on the rooftops when a shock ran through him.
The emotion came first. Fiery, hot, corroding. The old grudge wound that festered over his twisted heart came alive.
The cause was so simple as a familiar face. Descending the rising hill was a man in high threads, a studded cane tapping in front. A wig of white coated over his powdered face, and gloves and stockings covered the rest of him in intricate, bending, crafted patterns.
Vaugn had always been showy.
Michael had made the mistake of believing the man sincere with his professed desire to be more than a servant to the family. Every lie had belied the traitor's intent to turn over to death those he had sworn devotion to. The man that had seemed so wise and kind, if not a bogged down by a pretentious exterior, showed a black heart as the veil of gain was torn asunder. The man's position, after all, had only swelled with procurement.
Blazing in Michael's mind was the mark of the Pettigrew house patched across Vaugn's chest.
His sword hand bunched into a tight fist. His memories flooded in wild, irritated into prominence by the raging inside him. It wasn't the splattering of his parents' brains across the dust that so cut away at him; it was recalling that this man who had contemptible part in the act had given him chocolates, had hugged him like a father, had promised him a good life and pretended to wish him the best. His teeth were scraping on each other. In the tempest, violence promised satisfaction.
But no. Michael denied it.
Now was not his time.
It was the warm sensation of pooling liquid that pulled his attention, that bid Michael realize his nails had bitten deep enough to draw blood. Scarlet poured out the cracks of his hand, and as the fingers unfolded, the bathing of red was slick over his skin.
Michael made to hide this, drawing down his sleeve and laying his palm flat against his mobile leg. He kept his head low as he hastened against the flow of the masses. The back roads would not reunite him with Ladan, but there was an advantage they offered nonetheless.
The curling, dusted path touched the beach on its way to the docks.
And it was there Michael visited. His mind could use the clearing. Bare feet sunk his toes into the scalding sand. His boots dangled on the ends of his fingers as he tentatively stepped through the grainy earth, coming to a halt midway to the water to close his eyes against the breeze. The sharp, salty scent of the endless sea stretched out a comforting hand, stemming the flow of flame that was chewing through his insides.
The beach was mostly abandoned. Silhouettes in the setting sun strung at the far end of the beach. Michael was alone, or he had thought he was alone.
As he approached the waves crashing down from the ocean, his foot caught in a softness that wasn't gritty in texture, but billowed at the impact. It was the white, wet flutterings of cloth. Michael squinted his eyes down at the pile his toes had disrupted, then raised his head to the white froth of sea. Emerging from the waves was cast a ghost from his past. She was standing, her back half to him, in only her undergarments and the small, athletic body was fighting for its right to stand against the surgings of the ocean.
He couldn't say he hadn't expected to see her again. Aetherblades and Cloud Peril were often clashing in contest for mutually desired booty. But that would be on the battlefield, where the tone was set and the actions rehearsed. They could be enemies when they met as members of opposing crews, but here it wouldn't be so cut and dry.
He sucked in a breath. Breezy was turning towards him and there was nowhere to run.
Michael's head ducked before their eyes met, spinning the rest of himself away. He stood for a suspended moment, and then set into a dogged retreat.
@khuyen
Michael rushed to pay his dues, snatching a few spare coins from the purse inside his vest and slamming it down on the bar as he walked. A quick turn of his head in the nigh-fresh air beyond caught sight of the first mate's familiar head bobbing above the waves of people. Michael kept the the first mate ahead of him, but kept his distance as Ladan ahead maneuvered down the winding Carran streets, which were abustle with city life; merchants screaming out their prices, the fierce infighting of sale-crazed housewives, and the common unfriendly, sour faces blurring past. The was to Michael at once familiar and unfamiliar: he the straight and narrow traced backwards to the docks, where Cloud Peril's ship resided. Michael was anticipating a shorter route on the rooftops when a shock ran through him.
The emotion came first. Fiery, hot, corroding. The old grudge wound that festered over his twisted heart came alive.
The cause was so simple as a familiar face. Descending the rising hill was a man in high threads, a studded cane tapping in front. A wig of white coated over his powdered face, and gloves and stockings covered the rest of him in intricate, bending, crafted patterns.
Vaugn had always been showy.
Michael had made the mistake of believing the man sincere with his professed desire to be more than a servant to the family. Every lie had belied the traitor's intent to turn over to death those he had sworn devotion to. The man that had seemed so wise and kind, if not a bogged down by a pretentious exterior, showed a black heart as the veil of gain was torn asunder. The man's position, after all, had only swelled with procurement.
Blazing in Michael's mind was the mark of the Pettigrew house patched across Vaugn's chest.
His sword hand bunched into a tight fist. His memories flooded in wild, irritated into prominence by the raging inside him. It wasn't the splattering of his parents' brains across the dust that so cut away at him; it was recalling that this man who had contemptible part in the act had given him chocolates, had hugged him like a father, had promised him a good life and pretended to wish him the best. His teeth were scraping on each other. In the tempest, violence promised satisfaction.
But no. Michael denied it.
Now was not his time.
It was the warm sensation of pooling liquid that pulled his attention, that bid Michael realize his nails had bitten deep enough to draw blood. Scarlet poured out the cracks of his hand, and as the fingers unfolded, the bathing of red was slick over his skin.
Michael made to hide this, drawing down his sleeve and laying his palm flat against his mobile leg. He kept his head low as he hastened against the flow of the masses. The back roads would not reunite him with Ladan, but there was an advantage they offered nonetheless.
The curling, dusted path touched the beach on its way to the docks.
And it was there Michael visited. His mind could use the clearing. Bare feet sunk his toes into the scalding sand. His boots dangled on the ends of his fingers as he tentatively stepped through the grainy earth, coming to a halt midway to the water to close his eyes against the breeze. The sharp, salty scent of the endless sea stretched out a comforting hand, stemming the flow of flame that was chewing through his insides.
The beach was mostly abandoned. Silhouettes in the setting sun strung at the far end of the beach. Michael was alone, or he had thought he was alone.
As he approached the waves crashing down from the ocean, his foot caught in a softness that wasn't gritty in texture, but billowed at the impact. It was the white, wet flutterings of cloth. Michael squinted his eyes down at the pile his toes had disrupted, then raised his head to the white froth of sea. Emerging from the waves was cast a ghost from his past. She was standing, her back half to him, in only her undergarments and the small, athletic body was fighting for its right to stand against the surgings of the ocean.
He couldn't say he hadn't expected to see her again. Aetherblades and Cloud Peril were often clashing in contest for mutually desired booty. But that would be on the battlefield, where the tone was set and the actions rehearsed. They could be enemies when they met as members of opposing crews, but here it wouldn't be so cut and dry.
He sucked in a breath. Breezy was turning towards him and there was nowhere to run.
Michael's head ducked before their eyes met, spinning the rest of himself away. He stood for a suspended moment, and then set into a dogged retreat.
@khuyen
MrLeighKemp
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Zan had been wandering again. Dodging people rushing to and from places. It was hard for Zan to be in a city, especially one the size of Carran. He had trained for years to live in silence, to kill anything that made a noise near him. Here he was with people singing, machines bustling and general chatter. He cared for none of it.
People had moved towards him more than once, trying to sell something, or themselves. Zan would wave them off and then hear the abuse that spew forth as he continued on.
Southern Giants were not respected like most races. Often considered backwards and idiotic, their size did not help ease relations with others. Zan had towered over most people all his life and in Carran it was only a few trolls that might even come close to his height.
He hated the noise, he tried to head to the nearest tavern as quickly as possible, being inside was no much better, in Carran, it did however give him chance to refill his water pouch and look for his captain. He didn't know the time or what time he was supposed to board the ship. Part of him didn't care either.
When he was on the ship, he would follow his captain to death, his loyalty was unwavering. Though put him on land and he would have no problem killing you for a cup of water. Fickle as it seemed, the world was a dangerous place and only when on the 'hunt' should you ever need some one to watch your back.
Zan saw the tavern up ahead. He upped his pace and readied his eyes to scan for any faces he knew and honed his listening for any voices he recognised or names mentioned. No doubt people would notice the Giant walking through the doors, he didn't want attention, but it was usually impossible to avoid.
He walked through the entrance.
People had moved towards him more than once, trying to sell something, or themselves. Zan would wave them off and then hear the abuse that spew forth as he continued on.
Southern Giants were not respected like most races. Often considered backwards and idiotic, their size did not help ease relations with others. Zan had towered over most people all his life and in Carran it was only a few trolls that might even come close to his height.
He hated the noise, he tried to head to the nearest tavern as quickly as possible, being inside was no much better, in Carran, it did however give him chance to refill his water pouch and look for his captain. He didn't know the time or what time he was supposed to board the ship. Part of him didn't care either.
When he was on the ship, he would follow his captain to death, his loyalty was unwavering. Though put him on land and he would have no problem killing you for a cup of water. Fickle as it seemed, the world was a dangerous place and only when on the 'hunt' should you ever need some one to watch your back.
Zan saw the tavern up ahead. He upped his pace and readied his eyes to scan for any faces he knew and honed his listening for any voices he recognised or names mentioned. No doubt people would notice the Giant walking through the doors, he didn't want attention, but it was usually impossible to avoid.
He walked through the entrance.
khuyen
poot poot
Anni 'Breezy' Kennwood
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The bright sun warmed her skin and the cool breeze cooled it down at the same time. This odd mixture of warm and cool was so pleasant to her. Joy was bubbling up inside her - she wasn't usually sad nor overly happy, perhaps busy would be a better term to describe her. But it had been long since Anni had been this relaxed and... well happy. She couldn't stop herself. It started with just a dip for her toes, having kicked off her shoes long ago. The cool feel of the sea-water surrounding her feet lured her in. Standing up, she got rid of her skirt to feel more.
When she found herself already standing knee deep in the water, she stood for a while, surveying the beautiful place, she'd always call home. No one else was there to interrupt her or see her, she noted. Ah screw it, why the heck not. Pulling her shirt over her head, she tossed it back to her other garments in a messy little pile, and almost ran into the waves. She dove down when the water was deep enough for her to swim, feeling the ocean welcome her home.
How long had she been swimming? She swam back slowly untill her feet could touch the ground again. Her undergarments were heavy with water and clung to her skin, her normally messy hair flattened. Wringing her shirt for water, she looked down for just a moment. When she looked up again, she had to blink twice to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Someone was standing near her clothes. She could recognize him everywhere. Her eyes barely reached his, before he turned away from her. He turned away from her. The gesture felt so mocking to her and reminded her of how easy it was for him to cast her away, like was she a fish in the sea. Her lips quirked into a manic smile, as she thought about how ironic it was, seeing him again like this.
A small wave hit her legs as if motioning her to move. She had to take a tender step to keep herself from crashing into the water, and that tender step turned into two, three, escalating untill she was full out running after him. Her blood was pumping, her legs already sore from her long swim, but she charged at him, tackling his mocking back to the ground. They landed with a soft thump, the sand softening the blow, and she rolled them until she sat, straddling him with her fists bundling his stupid, soft shirt. She was panting hard, her wet clothes and skin soaking him as well.
What now? Her own mocking voice shouted at her in her mind. What would she do now. Punch him? Kill him? Her fists clutched his shirt so tightly, they started to shake. She was shaking. With fear? Anguish? No, she was angry, so so angry, and all that sounded like wonderful ideas, until she peered down at him, forcing him to look into her eyes. She froze. A numbness crawled over her skin, leaving her cold and paralyzed.
@Killigrew
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Vol
Pᴇʀsᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
After he made a 'graceful' landing on the deck of the ship, he walked off the slight embarrassment by blending into the crowd and humming to himself.
But now, Brooksleuth didn't know how he ended being dragged by his Captain, blabbing on about cancelling things and botanical legends.
"N-nay, Cap'n, to both of ye questions." He managed to stutter, grasping the strong and firm hand on his collar. He couldn't help but continue to be dragged along. He considered himself to be a pretty strong individual, but if he was against his Captain, he rather would've jumped off the island.
Suddenly, they stopped and he was left hanging awkwardly at an angle, still by his collar. Soledad was speaking to Rhys and Rebecca about gathering everybody up. Looking upwards, at the back of her head, he continued to struggle to get himself in a comfortable position.
"I'll be glad to help Cap'n, but I'm really uncomfortable right now. Mind letting go?" Brook asked, squirming slightly. But then, he added slyly.
"-Or actually, maybe not, since ye seem to like grabbing hold 'o me."
@DireSloth
But now, Brooksleuth didn't know how he ended being dragged by his Captain, blabbing on about cancelling things and botanical legends.
"N-nay, Cap'n, to both of ye questions." He managed to stutter, grasping the strong and firm hand on his collar. He couldn't help but continue to be dragged along. He considered himself to be a pretty strong individual, but if he was against his Captain, he rather would've jumped off the island.
Suddenly, they stopped and he was left hanging awkwardly at an angle, still by his collar. Soledad was speaking to Rhys and Rebecca about gathering everybody up. Looking upwards, at the back of her head, he continued to struggle to get himself in a comfortable position.
"I'll be glad to help Cap'n, but I'm really uncomfortable right now. Mind letting go?" Brook asked, squirming slightly. But then, he added slyly.
"-Or actually, maybe not, since ye seem to like grabbing hold 'o me."
@DireSloth
DireSloth
New Member
"Ah, sorry dear. Didn't realize I was still holding you." Soledad said, dropping the elf and rubbing her chin. "By any account, we need to get underway as soon as possible. Let's see then..." She scanned through a mental list of her crew, trying to remember where they'd said they'd go in the morning, or where they were most likely to be.
(writing this down here mostly for my own convenience, did I miss anyone?)
Soledad - Captain - Streets of Carran
Iandir - First Mate - Hangman's Remorse (pilot's quarters, bothering Maeve)
Brook - Musician - Streets of Carran
Rebecca - Gunner - Streets of Carran
Rhys - Cook - Streets of Carran
Birch - Cabin Boy - Hangman's Remorse (napping in captain's quarters)
Breezy - Carpenter - Beaches of Carran (being bothered by Michael, that traitor)
Gurak - Striker - Hangman's Remorse (hunter's cabin, napping)
Finn - Surgeon - Hangman's Remorse (brig, needs proper indoctronation)
Nidelia - Musician - Secret Mission
Veryn - Navigator - Hangman's Remorse (docks, talking to Silver)
Silver - Gunner - Hangman's Remorse (docks, talking to Veryn)
Riddle - Sailing Master - Hangman's Remorse (staring at weather)
Maeve - Pilot - Hangman's Remorse (being bothered by Iandir)
"The only one who isn't working at the ship or due to return in short order is Breezy. Didn't she say something about visiting someone?" The captain turned to her four crewmates. "If you've pressing business, get back to the ship. I'm going to look for her."
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It was some time before Captain Soledad and whoever accompanied her spotted Breezy in the surf somewhere outside the city. As they approached they saw their carpenter tackling a young man the Captain recognized immediately. Quickly, the group ducked into the shadows of a long dock jutting over the beach from a nearby cliff. Peering around a barnacle-encrusted pillar, she watched Michael and Breezy while drawing a pistol. Had she come across an attack, or a secret rendez-vous? How many traitors were there on this beach?
(Edited at the request of killigrew)
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@VolcanicMagma
@Nidelia
@khuyen
@TheLunchboxx
@Solitaire
(writing this down here mostly for my own convenience, did I miss anyone?)
Soledad - Captain - Streets of Carran
Iandir - First Mate - Hangman's Remorse (pilot's quarters, bothering Maeve)
Brook - Musician - Streets of Carran
Rebecca - Gunner - Streets of Carran
Rhys - Cook - Streets of Carran
Birch - Cabin Boy - Hangman's Remorse (napping in captain's quarters)
Breezy - Carpenter - Beaches of Carran (being bothered by Michael, that traitor)
Gurak - Striker - Hangman's Remorse (hunter's cabin, napping)
Finn - Surgeon - Hangman's Remorse (brig, needs proper indoctronation)
Nidelia - Musician - Secret Mission
Veryn - Navigator - Hangman's Remorse (docks, talking to Silver)
Silver - Gunner - Hangman's Remorse (docks, talking to Veryn)
Riddle - Sailing Master - Hangman's Remorse (staring at weather)
Maeve - Pilot - Hangman's Remorse (being bothered by Iandir)
"The only one who isn't working at the ship or due to return in short order is Breezy. Didn't she say something about visiting someone?" The captain turned to her four crewmates. "If you've pressing business, get back to the ship. I'm going to look for her."
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It was some time before Captain Soledad and whoever accompanied her spotted Breezy in the surf somewhere outside the city. As they approached they saw their carpenter tackling a young man the Captain recognized immediately. Quickly, the group ducked into the shadows of a long dock jutting over the beach from a nearby cliff. Peering around a barnacle-encrusted pillar, she watched Michael and Breezy while drawing a pistol. Had she come across an attack, or a secret rendez-vous? How many traitors were there on this beach?
(Edited at the request of killigrew)
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@VolcanicMagma
@Nidelia
@khuyen
@TheLunchboxx
@Solitaire
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Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
When the elf drew his blades in kind, Maeve's resolve faltered, but only for a moment.
She didn't want a fight. She just wanted to curl up on her pilot's chair and be alone. She wanted her sanctuary to be undisturbed once more, a shelter of comfort. She felt invaded, and she wanted it done with.
But for that to happen, this guy had to leave.
Her blade's point aimed at his eye as she took a circling step towards him. Her free hand balanced on her chin, its metal palm a ready tool. She was wary, watching the man for openings, shutting down, calming down, the tension in her body oozing out as she slowly moved towards him.
"You decided not to leave." She said finally, her voice low, a forming of breath. "You chose this."
She would try not to kill him. But to herself she made no promises.
@BlaineInTheButt
She didn't want a fight. She just wanted to curl up on her pilot's chair and be alone. She wanted her sanctuary to be undisturbed once more, a shelter of comfort. She felt invaded, and she wanted it done with.
But for that to happen, this guy had to leave.
Her blade's point aimed at his eye as she took a circling step towards him. Her free hand balanced on her chin, its metal palm a ready tool. She was wary, watching the man for openings, shutting down, calming down, the tension in her body oozing out as she slowly moved towards him.
"You decided not to leave." She said finally, her voice low, a forming of breath. "You chose this."
She would try not to kill him. But to herself she made no promises.
@BlaineInTheButt
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Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
An impact from behind sent him sprawling a crater into the sand. He barely had time enough to turn around before Breezy fell upon him, her fists whaling punches into his chest. And she was hitting him hard too, a fire in her eyes as she did, every strike drawing a wince, and then a grunt, and then an eruption of coughs.
He deserved it. He deserved worse. Michael couldn't even bring himself to stop her. He couldn't grab her wrists, or even hold up his hands in defense. He lay paralyzed under her assault, observing that fury and raising not a finger against it. And it would be over soon, he thought as he closed his eyes, she would kill him or be done with him, and this would finally end.
But the tumult had ended. Michael opened his sight to see the wide-eyed, overwhelmed state dominate her demeanor, her expression going slack, her arms falling. As her head fell forward, he was moving up. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand caught her head and pulled her closer, and his mouth opened as if to speak.
He couldn't say he was sorry, so the apology caught in his throat, clogged it up with a clotting sorrow.
In silence, he only held her.
@khuyen
He deserved it. He deserved worse. Michael couldn't even bring himself to stop her. He couldn't grab her wrists, or even hold up his hands in defense. He lay paralyzed under her assault, observing that fury and raising not a finger against it. And it would be over soon, he thought as he closed his eyes, she would kill him or be done with him, and this would finally end.
But the tumult had ended. Michael opened his sight to see the wide-eyed, overwhelmed state dominate her demeanor, her expression going slack, her arms falling. As her head fell forward, he was moving up. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand caught her head and pulled her closer, and his mouth opened as if to speak.
He couldn't say he was sorry, so the apology caught in his throat, clogged it up with a clotting sorrow.
In silence, he only held her.
@khuyen
khuyen
poot poot
Breezy almost forgot to breathe. What had she been doing? Couldn't she just had let him walk away again? Her mind was painfully blank, as she just sat there, staring at him. He hadn't even fought her or struggled, just taking her punches like... like he deserved it. The thought made her so mad, who was he to feel guilty about it all? She felt her rage slowly rising, putting emotions into her limp body again. It's too late for apologie-
She really forgot how to breathe. Surprise made her whole body go rigid once again, tensing at his touch, as he held her. Her arms raised to push him away, scream at him, do something. They went limp when she felt his hand on the back of her head, pulling her into him tightly. She took in a sharp breath before releasing a strangled cry, muffled by his stupid, soft shirt. She clutched him weakly, feeling her usual strength and her initial anger dissipate, having been reminded of how much she actually... missed him.
It was a known fact that little, boyish Anni had always had a soft spot for Michael, from the beginning of her silly childhood crush to the day they reunited suddenly on the Hangman's Remorse. Turns out, no matter what he did to her, it wouldn't change. And she didn't want to admit that to herself. Pulling away slowly, she wordlessly stayed in proximity, turning her head up to look at him. He was silent, and she didn't know what she wanted to hear.
Like a weird magnetic pull, her lips were drawn to his slowly, testingly, before almost crushing down on him desperately. As quickly as it had started, she pulled away from him completely, slapping him hard, the sound of it almost echoing. She tried to glare at him, but her eyes betrayed her mixed feelings. She simply detangled herself from him, rising to grab her shirt and pull it over her head. Bundling up the rest of her things in her arms, she simply walked away as calmly as possible. He wouldn't follow her, she knew.
Her feet took her in the direction of the docks, where their ship was. She needed to lock herself up, grab her hammer and smash things. A lot of things.
@Killigrew
She really forgot how to breathe. Surprise made her whole body go rigid once again, tensing at his touch, as he held her. Her arms raised to push him away, scream at him, do something. They went limp when she felt his hand on the back of her head, pulling her into him tightly. She took in a sharp breath before releasing a strangled cry, muffled by his stupid, soft shirt. She clutched him weakly, feeling her usual strength and her initial anger dissipate, having been reminded of how much she actually... missed him.
It was a known fact that little, boyish Anni had always had a soft spot for Michael, from the beginning of her silly childhood crush to the day they reunited suddenly on the Hangman's Remorse. Turns out, no matter what he did to her, it wouldn't change. And she didn't want to admit that to herself. Pulling away slowly, she wordlessly stayed in proximity, turning her head up to look at him. He was silent, and she didn't know what she wanted to hear.
Like a weird magnetic pull, her lips were drawn to his slowly, testingly, before almost crushing down on him desperately. As quickly as it had started, she pulled away from him completely, slapping him hard, the sound of it almost echoing. She tried to glare at him, but her eyes betrayed her mixed feelings. She simply detangled herself from him, rising to grab her shirt and pull it over her head. Bundling up the rest of her things in her arms, she simply walked away as calmly as possible. He wouldn't follow her, she knew.
Her feet took her in the direction of the docks, where their ship was. She needed to lock herself up, grab her hammer and smash things. A lot of things.
@Killigrew
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Procculus
Serial Attempted Murderess
By the gods of radians. Her accent was completely different from when she sang. Novena took her words back and shoved it right down her own throat. She'd rather her singing than talking. She couldn't fathom just how to decipher that thick speech of hers. Maybe, if Novena requested she sang every answer to her questions, maybe, just maybe, it would be more tolerable. Then again, if she did, it would send the whole crowd into a furor, and completely knock her off the charts in concentration. She would rather stick with this...semblance of speech, for now. She pitied Ladan, for the chances of Novena now actually accepting this lady within her ship was dropping, and dropping fast. Novena had saw her dip a note into someone's drink, and had taken suspicion to that, but the evidence was almost immediately cleared away by the bartender when said person made a complaint. Without substantial proof, there was really nothing for her to indict the singer for. Novena pinched the side of her hat and rubbed it, her face a solemn line as she faced the singer.
"I'm...fine, I guess, if that's what you're asking." Novena murmured, before offering a hand. "The name is Novena Brightwall, captain of Cloudcutter. It seems we are in need of a singer on board our honorable ship. Tell me, are you...directly related to any crews, or occupations? My First Mate thinks you'll be a 'morale boosting' addition to the crew."
"I'm...fine, I guess, if that's what you're asking." Novena murmured, before offering a hand. "The name is Novena Brightwall, captain of Cloudcutter. It seems we are in need of a singer on board our honorable ship. Tell me, are you...directly related to any crews, or occupations? My First Mate thinks you'll be a 'morale boosting' addition to the crew."
Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
His mind's radar was going off, sound in loud blaring demand that he should not be the one comforting her. They would be better as enemies now; hatred soothed the wounds of hearts with searing immediacy. It didn't twist and push at the knife already inside like he was doing now. Holding her like this wasn't fair; it wasn't right. Not for her sake.
But his regret was silenced with a kiss, forgotten in soft sensations and salty ocean taste. His hands trailed up her arm as she broke away. Breezy's face was a blur, his vision went unfocused as his neck snapped around, a shooting pain zapping at his neck.
It was over so quickly.
Breezy was gone, but his face remembered her presence. His lips were tingling. And that somehow stood out more to him than the burning mark swelling across his cheek.
His mind was settling back in as he leaned forward on his knees and watched her stomping steps scatter through the sand. Michael had the taste of grit in his mouth, and it crunched through his jaw as his teeth clenched.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he moved to his feet. With one last lingering glance, he started to walk in the opposite direction.
But his regret was silenced with a kiss, forgotten in soft sensations and salty ocean taste. His hands trailed up her arm as she broke away. Breezy's face was a blur, his vision went unfocused as his neck snapped around, a shooting pain zapping at his neck.
It was over so quickly.
Breezy was gone, but his face remembered her presence. His lips were tingling. And that somehow stood out more to him than the burning mark swelling across his cheek.
His mind was settling back in as he leaned forward on his knees and watched her stomping steps scatter through the sand. Michael had the taste of grit in his mouth, and it crunched through his jaw as his teeth clenched.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he moved to his feet. With one last lingering glance, he started to walk in the opposite direction.
Yziel
Robot in disguise
Tracking someone in a city was very different form tracking someone in the wild. This was something Sheeyk had learned quickly. You couldn't follow footprints through paved stone, even if you could the sheer mass of people trampling the streets every day would have made that impossible anyways. But it was possible to track someone through a busy city like this, especially if they stuck out as much as her current quarry. The woman selling the bead necklaces down the street had told her Zan had passed by just a few minutes ago, Sheeyk was pretty sure she was catching up to him. “... turn me away. That big oaf think he could do better?” two women walked passed her talking angrily between each other. Could have been him, she thought to herself.
Zan T'Locke wasn't much of a... what had the other sailors said... people person? Sheeyk hadn't spent a lot of time with the giant hunter but she did enjoy his company, he reminded her of the hunters of her own tribe more than anyone else she'd met since she left. One problem hunting in these streets were that she could barely see where she was going, the sea of people roiling around her and all of the towering above her made it very hard to navigate. She spotted a stack of abandoned barrels and crates next to one of the many stalls lining the streets and made a quick three step dash towards it, bouncing nimbly from one to the other until she could see above the tide of bobbing heads. In the distance she saw someone who stuck out, towering above the rest. She smirked, congratulating herself on having tracked such a formidable prey.
Sheeyk knew of course that he was not looking out for her and the hunt would be far more difficult of he did, his instincts were probably on par with her own after all. The crowd was thinner near the stalls, most people tried to stay away from them and avoid the constant yammering of their owners, that gave her an opening to move without risking getting trampled. The nimble fae girl managed to close the distance just quick enough to see the hulking shape of Zan entering a building. Knowing better than to charge at his back she decided to slow down and quickly walked towards the door.
She pushed it open and exclaimed with triumph “I have found-you Zaan-tock-san!”. She looked around the room and recognized the room as a tavern, upon this discovery her stomach growled. “There is food here, we shall eat it” he blazed a sharp toothed smile at him, her tail wagging happily.
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Zan T'Locke wasn't much of a... what had the other sailors said... people person? Sheeyk hadn't spent a lot of time with the giant hunter but she did enjoy his company, he reminded her of the hunters of her own tribe more than anyone else she'd met since she left. One problem hunting in these streets were that she could barely see where she was going, the sea of people roiling around her and all of the towering above her made it very hard to navigate. She spotted a stack of abandoned barrels and crates next to one of the many stalls lining the streets and made a quick three step dash towards it, bouncing nimbly from one to the other until she could see above the tide of bobbing heads. In the distance she saw someone who stuck out, towering above the rest. She smirked, congratulating herself on having tracked such a formidable prey.
Sheeyk knew of course that he was not looking out for her and the hunt would be far more difficult of he did, his instincts were probably on par with her own after all. The crowd was thinner near the stalls, most people tried to stay away from them and avoid the constant yammering of their owners, that gave her an opening to move without risking getting trampled. The nimble fae girl managed to close the distance just quick enough to see the hulking shape of Zan entering a building. Knowing better than to charge at his back she decided to slow down and quickly walked towards the door.
She pushed it open and exclaimed with triumph “I have found-you Zaan-tock-san!”. She looked around the room and recognized the room as a tavern, upon this discovery her stomach growled. “There is food here, we shall eat it” he blazed a sharp toothed smile at him, her tail wagging happily.
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MrLeighKemp
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Zan heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet enter through the door moments after he did. He firstly mistook it for a small dog or large cat either of which would be the norm in such an overrun city. With a closer listen, blocking out the talking masses all around, it was clear it was walking on two feet.
A glance out of the corner of his eyes caught the shape of a halfling, wagging her tail in triumph. Cheeky little Sheeyk had caught him. Zan enjoyed a hunt and it wasn’t since he was a child, and about the height of Sheeyk, that he had been hunted. He was out of practice in defense, and the little Fae was a very capable hunter, he was thankful that she was working with him.
Sheeyk spoke with such a familiar broken dialect that reminded him of home, though she was loud, she seemed to bellow even the smallest of comments. Part of him thought it was a way to make up for the lack of height, another part thought if she was merely trying to make her voice travel the long distance between them.
”Little Fae” Zan started, wondering if he should shake her hand or ruffle her hair, cultural differences were impossible to remember. “Please. San is easier for you. I am San.” He loosed his short sack from around his shoulder. And handed it to the Halfling. “Taverns are expensive and their fruit is old.” He looked into her eyes as he gave her the bag, wanting to see her expression as she opened it. “San bought you sweetened fruit from outside city. San knows Halflings like sweet food. Apples coated in some sugar.”
@Yziel
A glance out of the corner of his eyes caught the shape of a halfling, wagging her tail in triumph. Cheeky little Sheeyk had caught him. Zan enjoyed a hunt and it wasn’t since he was a child, and about the height of Sheeyk, that he had been hunted. He was out of practice in defense, and the little Fae was a very capable hunter, he was thankful that she was working with him.
Sheeyk spoke with such a familiar broken dialect that reminded him of home, though she was loud, she seemed to bellow even the smallest of comments. Part of him thought it was a way to make up for the lack of height, another part thought if she was merely trying to make her voice travel the long distance between them.
”Little Fae” Zan started, wondering if he should shake her hand or ruffle her hair, cultural differences were impossible to remember. “Please. San is easier for you. I am San.” He loosed his short sack from around his shoulder. And handed it to the Halfling. “Taverns are expensive and their fruit is old.” He looked into her eyes as he gave her the bag, wanting to see her expression as she opened it. “San bought you sweetened fruit from outside city. San knows Halflings like sweet food. Apples coated in some sugar.”
@Yziel
TheLunchboxx
Queen Tsundere
Rebecca stumbled about attempting to find her way back to the ship on her own. Thinking it wasn't going to be very difficult she had set off without any assistance, however due to the sheer amount of alcohol she consumed it seemed next to impossible. People glared, animals were nearly trampled, and wares were knocked off their stands. Rebecca became less cautious and began to panic when she realized that she had simply walked in a circle and had almost no clue where she now stood.
Fus ro dah
Lorekeeper
GM POST TO SORT OUT AND MOVE THINGS ALONG
Captain Soledad had sent those with her off to retrieve the last of the Aetherblades, she had given Rhys the flyer before the cook had rushed off to the ship. He probably hadn't even looked at it yet. She was alone now, the crew would meet her back on the Remorse shortly. As she started towards the docks, a group of soldiers appeared from seemingly nowhere. They'd been watching her for quite some time now and now she was alone, it was the opportune moment.
"Captain Soledad! Stand fast! You are under arrest for piracy!"
Before the Captain even had a chance to flee, she was set upon and heavy iron shackles were snapped around her wrists. The large group of soldiers cheered themselves for their luck, and led the woman away. She would never again be free.
(Anyone in the area can react, but this is merely to explain why the character vanished. If at least one of you could have seen this and can tell the rest of the Aetherblades, that'd be awesome!)
Captain Soledad had sent those with her off to retrieve the last of the Aetherblades, she had given Rhys the flyer before the cook had rushed off to the ship. He probably hadn't even looked at it yet. She was alone now, the crew would meet her back on the Remorse shortly. As she started towards the docks, a group of soldiers appeared from seemingly nowhere. They'd been watching her for quite some time now and now she was alone, it was the opportune moment.
"Captain Soledad! Stand fast! You are under arrest for piracy!"
Before the Captain even had a chance to flee, she was set upon and heavy iron shackles were snapped around her wrists. The large group of soldiers cheered themselves for their luck, and led the woman away. She would never again be free.
(Anyone in the area can react, but this is merely to explain why the character vanished. If at least one of you could have seen this and can tell the rest of the Aetherblades, that'd be awesome!)
Yziel
Robot in disguise
Sheeyk's ears twitched slightly as she looked at him. Call him San? San was like a family name the crew called him, she was pretty sure that was it. They had another name for her too but she was pretty sure they were mispronouncing her name on purpose. He was loosening the gigantic sack he had slung around his shoulder and Sheeyk took the time to give the place a quick look over. People were everywhere, scattered around small table and lined up by the bar. It wasn't quite as loud in here as the last tavern she'd visited.
The giant lowered his sack to her as he warned her away from tavern food. The concept of money was still very foreign to her and the fact that food could be more expensive in different places were extremely confusing. Why did people want money anyways? She had tried to ask but no one seemed to know what it was actually used for, apart from trading with people. She stood up on her tiptoes to receive the bag, her ears twitching again as curiously lowered the bag to look inside.
Apples! With some sort of whiteish powder on it, at first she'd thought it was salt but he had called it something else. Sheeyk loved fruit and apples where her favourite, crunchy red ones. He'd called her halfling too, apparently that's what her “people” where called, most of them lived in cities she'd been told but she could hardly believe it. Her tribe had lived so far from civilization she'd never met anyone other that the... halflings... of her own tribe.
Carefully she put the sack down on the floor, it was so big she might be able to fit in it she thought. She reached in and took one of the strange fruits, bringing it close to her face to look at. It looked like an ordinary apple, with some salt like crystals covering it. It smelled different. She tried to throws San a questioning glance but she'd have too look up for him to see it. Well it's an apple so it should at least be good she thought as she closed her eyes and bit into it.
It took her a second and then her ears perked up and she looked at San with wide eyes. “This is really good!” she looked at the apple as if accusing it of something “It's like apple but sweeter!”. She turned it over to get a better look on the sugar coated outside. “Where did you find this? And so many!”
Sheeyk's brow furrowed and her ears drooped slightly as she tried to think of something she could pay him back with. Absently she took another bite, the fresh taste making her ears twitch, a few droplets of apple juice fell on her blouse. Sheeyk didn't much care for her “new” clothes, they really hand-me-downs. Child sized blouse with short legged trousers and the most infernal part of the entire attire, shoes. Shoes were the invention of some trickster spirit or something as far as she was concerned. Her own clothes were apparently a bit distracting to the males of the crew, or so she'd been told and they were a bit cold in the sky-winds that she could understand. The one upside to these blasted clothes were the magnificent invention called pockets.
Still holding the apple she rummaged through her pockets for something to trade. She had bits of string, a button that'd fallen off her blouse earlier, a pouch filled with money, a boiled egg, three feathers and a spoon. None of them seemed like a fair trade for some of the apples. She took another bite of the apple and got an idea. Keeping hold of the apple with her teeth she used both hands to get one of her many necklaces off. The necklace was the largest one she had, made of mountain cat teeth. She handed it to him with a smile, it was large for her but would barely work as an armband for him. “We should sit Zantocksan and eat apples” She picked up the bag of apples and headed for the nearest table.
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(sorry it took so long to reply had to bring it to work on a usb to post it >.<')
The giant lowered his sack to her as he warned her away from tavern food. The concept of money was still very foreign to her and the fact that food could be more expensive in different places were extremely confusing. Why did people want money anyways? She had tried to ask but no one seemed to know what it was actually used for, apart from trading with people. She stood up on her tiptoes to receive the bag, her ears twitching again as curiously lowered the bag to look inside.
Apples! With some sort of whiteish powder on it, at first she'd thought it was salt but he had called it something else. Sheeyk loved fruit and apples where her favourite, crunchy red ones. He'd called her halfling too, apparently that's what her “people” where called, most of them lived in cities she'd been told but she could hardly believe it. Her tribe had lived so far from civilization she'd never met anyone other that the... halflings... of her own tribe.
Carefully she put the sack down on the floor, it was so big she might be able to fit in it she thought. She reached in and took one of the strange fruits, bringing it close to her face to look at. It looked like an ordinary apple, with some salt like crystals covering it. It smelled different. She tried to throws San a questioning glance but she'd have too look up for him to see it. Well it's an apple so it should at least be good she thought as she closed her eyes and bit into it.
It took her a second and then her ears perked up and she looked at San with wide eyes. “This is really good!” she looked at the apple as if accusing it of something “It's like apple but sweeter!”. She turned it over to get a better look on the sugar coated outside. “Where did you find this? And so many!”
Sheeyk's brow furrowed and her ears drooped slightly as she tried to think of something she could pay him back with. Absently she took another bite, the fresh taste making her ears twitch, a few droplets of apple juice fell on her blouse. Sheeyk didn't much care for her “new” clothes, they really hand-me-downs. Child sized blouse with short legged trousers and the most infernal part of the entire attire, shoes. Shoes were the invention of some trickster spirit or something as far as she was concerned. Her own clothes were apparently a bit distracting to the males of the crew, or so she'd been told and they were a bit cold in the sky-winds that she could understand. The one upside to these blasted clothes were the magnificent invention called pockets.
Still holding the apple she rummaged through her pockets for something to trade. She had bits of string, a button that'd fallen off her blouse earlier, a pouch filled with money, a boiled egg, three feathers and a spoon. None of them seemed like a fair trade for some of the apples. She took another bite of the apple and got an idea. Keeping hold of the apple with her teeth she used both hands to get one of her many necklaces off. The necklace was the largest one she had, made of mountain cat teeth. She handed it to him with a smile, it was large for her but would barely work as an armband for him. “We should sit Zantocksan and eat apples” She picked up the bag of apples and headed for the nearest table.
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khuyen
poot poot
Anni 'Breezy' Kennwood
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She rubbed her lips furiously, as she made her way from the beach and through the city. The feel of him made her so angry at herself. "Get it together, Anni, you're not a weak stupid little girl..." She grumbled to herself, feeling her initial sorrow get replaced by anger once again. Today was an emotional trainwreck for her. Typical, she thought. She had been looking forward to coming home and getting her mind off things, but clearly lady luck had it out for her.
Breezy had lost track of time, and having a quick look around, she realized it was getting quite late for her. She hadn't even told the captain, where she had gone. I'll just go home and say bye to Ma and Pa, and head to the shi- Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sight. Captain Soledad was standing ahead. "Hey cap-..." Her shout stopped midway, as she ducked behind a group of people, talking on the streets. They gave her a strange look, some even asking if she needed something. She didn't hear them though.
Her eyes were fixed on the captain and the group of soldiers, who had suddenly captured her. This was bad. They were usually pretty low-key when they docked in Carran, and soldiers were never a problem for them. She had heard rumours about a new strict policy and reinforcements, something boring like that. Must be because of the... situation, she thought, thinking back on what her mother had told her.
They took the captain away, and Breezy stood alone in the streets, as the group she had hid behind had moved elsewhere. Speechless, she stood for a while, completely frozen. What can I do? They weren't light on piracy, it was just rare that they got caught. If she ran after them, they'd just imprison her as well. Shaking her head, she broke into a run back to the docks, and boarded their ship to call for an Aetherblades meeting.
Fus ro dah
Lorekeeper
Rhys heard the sound of running feet on the gangplank and curiosity got the better of him, the stew would be fine. He ascended the stairs to the deck and saw Breezy looking rather out of sorts, was that worry? He waved her over, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was chasing her. Nope, no one.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "You look like something bad happened."
@khuyen
"What's wrong?" He asked. "You look like something bad happened."
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khuyen
poot poot
Her feet hit the gangplank, and she halted to a brief stop, catching her breath. Man, I'm out of shape. She looked up to Rhys, waving her over....
(continued in Aetherblades thread!)
(continued in Aetherblades thread!)
MrLeighKemp
New Member
Zan took the toothed necklace. Such an offering was getting easier for him to accept. Clothing and jewelry was traditionally given as tribute to an elder or leader, where Zan was from. Trade and ownership is such a big city trait and the first thing he had to learn, leaving his tribe.He slipped it over his wrist, it hung a little loose, but not so much to slip or distract, so may even say it was a perfect fit, though it was the first bracelet he had ever worn, so he had nothing to compare.
“Mountain cat teeth?” He asked knowingly. “Little Fae, you...” Zan paused to think of the correct word to describe how he felt and heard some distant shouting from outside the tavern. “You do me a great honour.” As he finished talking the halfling headed towards an empty table further in the tavern. Zan felt uneasy, the apples may have distracted Sheeyk so she hadn’t heard the ruckus outside. Zan knew they shouldn’t stay.”Little Fae, we no have time to sit.” He said, eyes fixed on the door. Their only exit and the entrance of any possible threats. “Our captain will be waiting and...” He paused, and lowered himself to one knee, and guided Sheeyk in front of him “And I already fear we have been here too long. Faces look at us too long!” He didn’t have the words to describe the feeling, but he knew someone like Sheeyk would understand what he meant.
“We need to head direct to ship. Direct, but not rushing. Head up.” He said, standing once more. “You can slip by if I am seen. Little Fae, we need to get to the ship.” Zan touched his new mountain cat bracelet and walked towards the door, with every knowledge that Sheeyk would follow behind him.
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“Mountain cat teeth?” He asked knowingly. “Little Fae, you...” Zan paused to think of the correct word to describe how he felt and heard some distant shouting from outside the tavern. “You do me a great honour.” As he finished talking the halfling headed towards an empty table further in the tavern. Zan felt uneasy, the apples may have distracted Sheeyk so she hadn’t heard the ruckus outside. Zan knew they shouldn’t stay.”Little Fae, we no have time to sit.” He said, eyes fixed on the door. Their only exit and the entrance of any possible threats. “Our captain will be waiting and...” He paused, and lowered himself to one knee, and guided Sheeyk in front of him “And I already fear we have been here too long. Faces look at us too long!” He didn’t have the words to describe the feeling, but he knew someone like Sheeyk would understand what he meant.
“We need to head direct to ship. Direct, but not rushing. Head up.” He said, standing once more. “You can slip by if I am seen. Little Fae, we need to get to the ship.” Zan touched his new mountain cat bracelet and walked towards the door, with every knowledge that Sheeyk would follow behind him.
@Yziel
Yziel
Robot in disguise
Sheeyk's tail whipped to the side as she turned, her ears up and alert, suspicious eyes watching the door. She half expected the entire city guard to burst through the door, or a pack of wolves. She considered San's words, had something caught their scent? Not taking her eye off the door she stuffed her pockets full of apples.
Heading back to the ship seemed like a good idea. The giant moved towards the door and Sheeyk's ears twitched slightly as she considered the man, his instincts were rarely, if ever, wrong. With a displeased growl she followed, her blasted shoes, to her ears, slapping loudly against the wooden floor.
She passed him just as they exicted the the tavern, she gave him a quick glance before returning the bag of apples, it would slow her down significantly to carry them but he with his size and strength would not be hindered. "I'll come back for these" she growled before disappearing into the crowds.
If something or someone was indeed on their trail they'd need a look out. She scanned the side of the street and surround roofs and moments later she sprang into motion. She jumped from crate to barrel to a rickety looking stand to finally land on top of one of the smaller buildings. From here she'd have a decent vantage point.
@MrLeighKemp
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Heading back to the ship seemed like a good idea. The giant moved towards the door and Sheeyk's ears twitched slightly as she considered the man, his instincts were rarely, if ever, wrong. With a displeased growl she followed, her blasted shoes, to her ears, slapping loudly against the wooden floor.
She passed him just as they exicted the the tavern, she gave him a quick glance before returning the bag of apples, it would slow her down significantly to carry them but he with his size and strength would not be hindered. "I'll come back for these" she growled before disappearing into the crowds.
If something or someone was indeed on their trail they'd need a look out. She scanned the side of the street and surround roofs and moments later she sprang into motion. She jumped from crate to barrel to a rickety looking stand to finally land on top of one of the smaller buildings. From here she'd have a decent vantage point.
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MrLeighKemp
New Member
Zan gripped the bag of fruit handed to him. Sheeyk scurried away, with a a brilliance that Zan would never be able to do. Part rodent, snake and cat he saw her zig-zag and find some higher ground. She kept moving forward, exactly like Zan had asked her too, she would be at the ship sooner than he would be and if she had an issue he would be behind her within moments.
Zan wasn’t moving. He let Sheeyk gain a distance on him, whilst he scanned. Partly for threats but more for the source of the shouts he heard before, it wasn’t long until he saw a small female he did not recognise being frog marched by a group of five men, each dressed the same. Zan knew that meant they were official probably soldiers. Zan hated soldiers, it was a special kind of evil to be trained to soley kill people. Zan had killed when he needed to, but an organised war and milatry was a concept Zan did not fully understand.
There was no point in trying to hide from them, he was too tall and ducking in the crowds buzzing around would end badly. Confidence was key. He would walk straight, like he told Sheeyk, head-up and he would not think twice at avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t a known man, nor a wanted one. They were busy and he would not look guilty.
He moved forward, his long legs giving a stride that easily beat nearby people. He switched the bag to his left hand and shoulder, it was far from a problem, but having his right hand free would be far more useful if he needed it.
He was now upon the group of men and arrested female. She was clearly full of rage as could be seen as she refused to quit struggling.
”Keep moving giant, Nufin’ ta see!” The nearest man spoke, barely glancing at him. The attempt would probably be too much of a strain for his man-killing neck. Zan bitterly thought as he continued with his strides. It was no more than eight steps until he saw his home for the extended period of his life. No sign of Sheeyk however...
”Come soon little one.” Zan muttered, slowing his pace just incase he had overtaken her.
@Yziel
(To be continued on ship thread)
Zan wasn’t moving. He let Sheeyk gain a distance on him, whilst he scanned. Partly for threats but more for the source of the shouts he heard before, it wasn’t long until he saw a small female he did not recognise being frog marched by a group of five men, each dressed the same. Zan knew that meant they were official probably soldiers. Zan hated soldiers, it was a special kind of evil to be trained to soley kill people. Zan had killed when he needed to, but an organised war and milatry was a concept Zan did not fully understand.
There was no point in trying to hide from them, he was too tall and ducking in the crowds buzzing around would end badly. Confidence was key. He would walk straight, like he told Sheeyk, head-up and he would not think twice at avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t a known man, nor a wanted one. They were busy and he would not look guilty.
He moved forward, his long legs giving a stride that easily beat nearby people. He switched the bag to his left hand and shoulder, it was far from a problem, but having his right hand free would be far more useful if he needed it.
He was now upon the group of men and arrested female. She was clearly full of rage as could be seen as she refused to quit struggling.
”Keep moving giant, Nufin’ ta see!” The nearest man spoke, barely glancing at him. The attempt would probably be too much of a strain for his man-killing neck. Zan bitterly thought as he continued with his strides. It was no more than eight steps until he saw his home for the extended period of his life. No sign of Sheeyk however...
”Come soon little one.” Zan muttered, slowing his pace just incase he had overtaken her.
@Yziel
(To be continued on ship thread)
Yziel
Robot in disguise
Sheeyk scurried along the rooftops with cat like balance. She threw a look every once in a while looking for her giant friend. He wasn't exacty hard to spot. The way he stood out in a crowd bothered her. She bit her lip as she paused to scan the street for pursuers but all she saw was the ever roiling sea of heads, parasols and hats.
Suddenly one of the stores caught her eye. She tried to read the sign, she'd practiced letters but it was really hard. "Habe.. Habr... Hab'dashir!" This man Hab'dashir or whatever it was crafted hats, like the ones men wore in the streets.
Sheeyk had once heard about a tribe that used animal pelts to sneak up on a herd while hunting. She bit her lip and she tried to form her idea into a plan. "Could Zantocksan hide in the human herd if he had their pelts?" she mumbled to herself, dropping down to the street. With excitement she crossed the street an pressed her face against the window. Hab'dashir had lots of hats, surely he could part with one of them? There was something she had overlooked however, what if San liked hats as little as she liked shoes. After all wasn't her clothes in a way a disguise too.
Slowly she backed away from the window, perhaps it was best not to. No she would tell him of Hab'dashir later and he could decide for himself, she gave one last longing glance at a strange tall cylindrical hat the size of her head.
She continued at street level this time moving quickly but taking care not to get trampled. She'd lost track of San but he was capable of taking care of himself. They would leave this city soon, Sheeyk longed for the open skies. The crowds were thinning and she saw her large friend a bit ahead of her. She smiled wickedly, the game began again.
In open terrain or even in a forest she'd have little chance to sneak up on him she knew that, his senses were too keen. In the city however she had several unfair advantages. She was small enough to hide in the crowds, the sounds of the busy streets would make her even harder to hear than normal and her scent would be hard to make out from the others. She carefully slipped out of her shoes, feeling the streets beneath her feet.
She saw a human couple pass her and silently dashed in behind them, the woman was half draped over the man and they'd cover her approach well. San had slowed down, she wasn't sure why but her fingertips were tingling with anticipation. Her ears were pointing almost straight back and her hand formed into claws as moved silently towards her prey. He had her full attention, everything else faded away, if she saw his muscles tense to run she'd be on him before he took a second step.
Her ears perked up as he mumbled something she didn't quite catch, she were only a few steps away. She leaped from her moving hiding place and quickly touched his back with her hand. "Zantocksan! I think these hunting grounds favour me!" She smiled and made a few quick hand movements, a simple finger-prayer to her diety giving thanks. "What should we do now Zantockan? Do we fly soon?".
@MrLeighKemp
(to be continued in the other thread)
Suddenly one of the stores caught her eye. She tried to read the sign, she'd practiced letters but it was really hard. "Habe.. Habr... Hab'dashir!" This man Hab'dashir or whatever it was crafted hats, like the ones men wore in the streets.
Sheeyk had once heard about a tribe that used animal pelts to sneak up on a herd while hunting. She bit her lip and she tried to form her idea into a plan. "Could Zantocksan hide in the human herd if he had their pelts?" she mumbled to herself, dropping down to the street. With excitement she crossed the street an pressed her face against the window. Hab'dashir had lots of hats, surely he could part with one of them? There was something she had overlooked however, what if San liked hats as little as she liked shoes. After all wasn't her clothes in a way a disguise too.
Slowly she backed away from the window, perhaps it was best not to. No she would tell him of Hab'dashir later and he could decide for himself, she gave one last longing glance at a strange tall cylindrical hat the size of her head.
She continued at street level this time moving quickly but taking care not to get trampled. She'd lost track of San but he was capable of taking care of himself. They would leave this city soon, Sheeyk longed for the open skies. The crowds were thinning and she saw her large friend a bit ahead of her. She smiled wickedly, the game began again.
In open terrain or even in a forest she'd have little chance to sneak up on him she knew that, his senses were too keen. In the city however she had several unfair advantages. She was small enough to hide in the crowds, the sounds of the busy streets would make her even harder to hear than normal and her scent would be hard to make out from the others. She carefully slipped out of her shoes, feeling the streets beneath her feet.
She saw a human couple pass her and silently dashed in behind them, the woman was half draped over the man and they'd cover her approach well. San had slowed down, she wasn't sure why but her fingertips were tingling with anticipation. Her ears were pointing almost straight back and her hand formed into claws as moved silently towards her prey. He had her full attention, everything else faded away, if she saw his muscles tense to run she'd be on him before he took a second step.
Her ears perked up as he mumbled something she didn't quite catch, she were only a few steps away. She leaped from her moving hiding place and quickly touched his back with her hand. "Zantocksan! I think these hunting grounds favour me!" She smiled and made a few quick hand movements, a simple finger-prayer to her diety giving thanks. "What should we do now Zantockan? Do we fly soon?".
@MrLeighKemp
(to be continued in the other thread)