Black Ninja

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

As much as he was glad Bea backed him, Roger didn't want to see her at odds with Ms. Mortimer. She did rent from the lady and the woman could decide to kick her out. "That's fine, Bea. I probably should go find that captain anyway. He's one of those that always likes to stay on the move. I want to make sure I catch him before he takes off again. If he knows he's got," he paused realizing that with Ms. Mortimer on her leaving would probably be something Bea would want to do. Knowing her, she'd probably wait until the day and just say she was leaving. And he didn't blame her. Ms. Mortimer would throw a fit if she knew they were both going to take off. Not that they would be alone. The captain had a daughter so everything would be proper.

Though he knew they would not do anything, at the same time he understood the propriety of things. He didn't want Bea's name or reputation tarnished. Thus why he was careful about certain areas with her. Holding his hat, with his hand he nodded to Ms. Mortimer and then smiled at Bea. "I'll catch you tomorrow, Bea, and let you know."

"Let her know what?" Ms. Mortimer growled annoyed. Young men were always up to no good. She didn't like them. Always scheming and wanting things without committing. Men in general were bad, in her opinion.

Roger gave her a patient smile. "Let her know regarding a project we are working on." He didn't say anything more. First off, it wasn't his to say, and second it was none of her business.

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Oh that was a lot better. Rufus felt relieved. Wouldn't have been good - either for business or general - to insult a ship's mechanic to their face. His face brightened at the mention of Estella. "No. She a'int 'ere at the moment. But she'd be right good 'elp for you. Miracle worker 'hen it comes to anything mechanical. 'ever seen somebodies with a gift like 'er." He touched his ear. "Got an ear to 'ear the slightest ticks of a mechanic and a brain to solve any mechanical mess." He boasted. Despite the lack of bloodlines, he was right proud of her.

"Youse can probably find 'er at the tavern down the street - Golde' Plum." He shook his head. "She volun-teired to get dinner 'for the main rush. Youse can wait 'ere or can head that way iffin you want. Or I can sen' 'ere your way." He offered.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger paused. He didn't really want to go but at the same time, he knew that one could never tell with the captain if he was going to take off or stick around. And though they probably could find other passage, but Roger knew this captain would give them a fair price - one that would probably be below the going rate. Not that he would ask. No. He really wanted to use this captain because he knew him. He was a fair man and a friend. And if whenever he could, Roger helped out his friends. Not to mention, the man really didn't have a large crew so there wasn't any concern about male crew members giving Bea a hard time. Some of the other passenger airships didn't have the best of crews. But not this man. It was just him, his daughter, and a very gentle old mechanic.

He didn't have to make the decision. "What is he doing here?" Ms. Mortimer's voice cut in. She entered the kitchen and glared at Roger as if he was the spawn of the devil. She pointed a finger at him. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"I came to help, Be...Ms. Brown, out, Ma'am." He said holding his hat politely in front of him. "We've stayed out here the whole time."

She narrowed her eyes and then turned her irr on Bea. "What were you thinking bringing him in here without permission? You know better!" She would have continued but Roger spoke up again.

"I offered to help her, Ma'am." It was the truth and she didn't like him anyway so he didn't mind her wrath coming down on him.

"Humph. It's unsubtle for a young man to be left alone with a young lady." Ms. Mortimer pointed her nose toward the door, dismissing him. "Now, leave."

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The mechanic kept the grin off his face. He didn't want them to realize how happy she was doing this and not him. Writing down the part needed - no way the airhead female would even remember the name of it, let alone what it was - he gave Rebecca the piece of paper. "He'll know what it is, Miss." He said politely. He watched her leave before turning, finally alone. He scowled at the engine. Cursing under his breath at getting yelled at, not to mention having to get back and work in an area that wasn't the easiest access, he sighed wishing that he had an underling to punish.

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"Aye, Captain Axford's ship?" Rufus grinned, showing several missing teeth. His shop was a mess of parts and sounds. But Estella was nowhere to be seen. A door behind the counter was partially open revealing an empty room with a fold up bed and a desk of junk in different piles. "Yeah, Estella said ye might be comin' in 'ere." He walked toward a row of shelves on the wall, also behind the counter. "'his 'ere part is what ye needed." He came and set it down. "Paid fer a'ready." He gave the pretty young woman a grin. Though she seemed very out of place in his junk shop.

He frowned as if remembering something. "Oh an' she said ye might be needing a few other parts. Somethin' about possibly secondary damage." He frowned. "Though, why ye didn't ask fer the parts in the first place was beyon' me." He held up his hands. "Not that Ise judgin'. And don' blame 'er either." He looked at her. "Ye have a list?"

Apparently she didn't and seemed a bit surprised at the fact that she would be needing additional parts. "Yer mechanic did't send ye with a list?" Rufus shook his head. Wasn't his place to judge but seemed like a waste of time. First order some parts but not everything. Then send a pretty girl to get one part and not anything else. He quickly shot her a look. "Ye a'int the mechanic are ye?" That would have been bad. Though if she was, she was a bad one at that.

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The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger stood as Bea got up. "I have someone who might be able to take us," he said. "I'm not sure he's still in town as he likes to keep moving. He's an American with an airship. I saw his ship the other day at the docks. If he's still here, there's a good shot he will be willing to take us. And he's fairly reasonable. He won't be that expensive comparatively." At least from the couple times Roger saw, however, he wasn't concerned. The man was honorable and would give them a fair price.

"If you want, I can head over to the docks now and see if he's still there." He picked up his hat. "If he is, when would you want to leave? I'm assuming in a couple weeks right?" His face was serious but there was a bit of humor in his voice as he teased her.

No, he understood her desire to check this out quickly. He wanted to as well. Not only was he curious as to what her father left behind, but the quicker they looked into this, the quicker they might be able to understand what those who murdered her father were really after. Understand that, and you might be able to figure out who to watch for and possibly bring them to justice. He truly hoped that would be the case. Bea deserved closure on this. The whole fact that Professor Brown's death had been murder and not something natural probably made the anniversary more difficult for her. He couldn't imagine what she felt or thought. Sure his father died when he was young but he wasn't murdered. And something like that no doubt made it even harder. Especially as they were still lose and posing a threat to her. Not that he would let anything happen to her. Not while he was there.

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He nodded, just ready for this to be over with. They didn't understand. He did what any mechanic would do. No self-respecting mechanic would waste a ton of time looking at every little thing some delivery girl pointed out. She must have gotten lucky. There was no way she could have figured that out. Unless she was responsible. But he wasn't going to push that. No. They wouldn't believe him and the Captain's daughter didn't seem to fond of the fact. She had acted as if this had been a personal assault on her own integrity. Like he would be foolish enough to do that.

So instead, he nodded, humbly - or as humble as he could make himself look. "Yes, Captain. I'll replace it and then do a full investigation of the engine room to make sure we are good to take off." blah, blah, blah. He'd look but probably not do to deep of an 'investigation'. There was no point. He knew what the issue was, now, and would fix it. But, he'd say what he needed to say. As much as the Captain needed him, captains were a bit prideful. If you didn't kiss up to them, they might get offended and not listen to reason. He had seen it many a time. Sometimes you even had to take the fault (or blame the fault on some subordinate) despite the fact it was no one's fault - or it was the captain's fault.

"Unless you needing anything further, I'll get on it right away, Sir," he said. Hopefully that would end this conversation. He'd fix the engine and they'd be good. In a few days it will be quickly forgotten, almost as if this never happened. Though, he kept the frown he felt from his face. That meant he now had to get a new part. Ugh. He was going to have to face that little tramp and have her rub it in his face that he needed the part - despite the fact, there was no feasible way it should have broken. Well, technically he could find another part store. How difficult would it be to find that particular part here? Especially as this was London. Another idea came to him. "Sir, it would be quicker if someone ran out and picked up the part while I start taking apart the engine to get to the broken one. Otherwise, we won't be able to take off until later this evening, if not tomorrow." Maybe if the daughter went, then he wouldn't have to trek around town looking for another part store.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger watched Bea as she examined the letter. He hoped this was it. That this would give them a clue of where to go. It was a long shot though and it was possible it had nothing to do with the package she received, still... He straightened a bit as she mentioned the writing might match the package. Well that was convenient. He started to look for an envelope. Professor Brown was meticulous. Most of the letters had been with an envelope. It had kept them somewhat organized. He found it. "Randolph T. Smith." He read the address and looked at Bea. "He lives in Glasgow." He told her. That was near four hundred miles from them. They would have to take an airship or steam train to get there. Assuming the man still lived there. He handed her the envelope. "Does it match?" He inquired.

Mentally, he thought about the best way to get to Glasgow. Airship would probably be the best method. There were ships in town they could hire. He knew of one captain that had just came in recently. He had a smaller vessel. They might be able to hire him. Assuming of course he was still in town and was interested in heading to Northern England. He was more concerned though, about them still being there. The captain had a bit of a wanderlust and kept moving. However, Roger felt that if the man was still here, he might be willing to go to Northern England. Roger had helped him out on one or two occasions and though they weren't chums they were a bit more than just an acquaintance.

He looked back at Bea. He tried to remember if there had been a Randolph when he had worked with Professor Brown. He couldn't remember one but then again, he didn't know a lot of the people that came around. Besides, if Randolph was truly the man that sent the package, it was doubtful they had been in contact for a long time. However, Roger did wonder, how did those following Professor Brown miss this? They had to have gone through his stuff. Wouldn't they have suspected? Or was the probable one time visit not worth it to them?
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He shrugged. "There was no way we could have figured out that part was going to break." He said getting nervous. There was none. None that he knew. If he was honest with himself, he would admit he wasn't the best mechanic but despite himself, he was a good one. In fact, something like this most mechanics would have missed. It was only the very few, the very talents, that had the specific ear that would have caught this. However, the fact that he blew it off and didn't even investigate the warning was what got him into trouble. However, prideful as he was, he still couldn't believe that some...girl, a delivery one at that, could have known where he didn't.

He shook his head. "It is near impossible for anyone to have known. The only way the girl would have known is if she had done something." He shrugged. "She might not have but how then did she know?" His eyes narrowed. "There is no feasible way she could have known? There was no feasible way I could have known."

This was a setback and he found that it was very difficult when one didn't have underlings to put the blame on. Not that he did anything wrong. It was always someone else's fault. He was well decorated. He knew what he was doing. He served on many grand ships as head mechanic. If the captain didn't understand that, then that's his fault. "We can get the part replaced and should be good to go." He said, deciding that he was done defending himself. It wasn't like they'd get rid of him.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger glanced over, noticing that Bea hadn't replied. He smiled slightly as she seemed a bit lost in her on thoughts. He watched her for a moment in silence. Her glasses sat on the tip of her nose and she held a spoon almost as if forgetting she had it. He smiled lightly. She was so...he didn't know. He couldn't think of the word but there was something that made him smile when he saw her with that slightly distracted look.

Not wanting her to catch him staring, he went back to his paper and glanced at it again. He'd give her a bit and then check in later. For now, he'd let her work. He picked up another letter and skimmed it.


November 23, 1928
Dear Edwin,

It was with utmost pleasure that I received your note though I am a bit surprised at the vagueness in it.
I will honor your request and be sure to be there on the 7th.

It will be good to see you despite the circumstances.

Until then, Your friend,

Randolph


Roger paused and then went back and reread the note. He looked at the date and marked it down. What really caught his eye though was the slight blue "BTX" drawn on the right hand tip of the letter. It was small and not really noticeable but there nonetheless. What did that mean?

"Bea," he called, this time speaking a bit louder to get her attention. "What do you make of this?" He held out the letter. It was probably nothing but still. It had been written about six months before her father's death. The note itself was short and a bit cryptic. He handed her the note.

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He tried to excuse it. The captain didn't seem to be in a friendly mood and his initial smile and attempt at humor had fallen really flat. "I went over the engine twice before we launched." He stammered. "There was no way it should have happened. That part should not have failed as it did. There was no indication of this happening. It's not my fault."

He wasn't used to this. Usually, if something went wrong he would blame a subordinate but here? He was the only one working. He was the only one who had any play in the mechanics of the engine. Any mistakes the captain would blame on him even though it wasn't his fault. How was he supposed to know that it would mess up? How was he supposed to know that the part would crack and cause an issue on takeoff?

When the captain mentioned something about how he had been warned the mechanic looked at him. "Warned? By who?" he asked. Then he remembered. That little delivery girl had said something. How did she know? He frowned. She must have done something. They had been there before he got there. There was no way she could have known, not unless she was the one behind it. He narrowed his eyes. She wanted to discredit him. "There was no way she could have known that unless she did it herself." He said crossing his arms.

My Minions

"Firefly" - 1x1 with Rhapsody

Main Characters

Subject EL124B37H (Elizabeth)

Name: Subject EL124B37H
Alias: Elizabeth Garson
Age: unknown. Claims 22.
Bio:
Created to become the ultimate weapon, Subject EL124B37H, 37 as she is sometimes refereed to, was trained from birth in all manners of fighting, subterfuge, espionage, and hacking. She recently defected for reasons unknown and went on the run.
Fleeing to the outer planets, she assumed the identity of one Elizabeth Garson. She tries to constantly keep moving knowing that her enemies will never really let her go.
Character:
Given very little interaction in the outside world - aside from missions or training - Elizabeth sometimes misses some of the historical facts of what went on. She is however trained to interact with humans so she - in some ways - is able to behave like 'civilized' individual, though certain things will trigger her defense mechanism. She tries very hard to lay low (though usually failing). Many are surprised when they see a glimpse of what this petite girl can do.

Trevor Newfield

Age:28
Bio:
Trevor learned to fly at a very young age on his family's ranch on one of the outer planets. When war broke out, he signed up to fly for the Independents "Browncoats". After the war, he did odd pilot jobs where he met [Your MC - captain]. Starting with a short stunt, he has been flying with her ever since. He's loyal to a fault and a good confidant.
He's a very good pilot and has been known to land in areas that most people avoid. He is extremely skilled and has been known to get out of several sticky situations. He is handy with a gun, though he prefers to fight only if he has too.
He's not very fond of the Alliance but at the same time is content to not cause trouble.

Alexander "Xand" D'Angelo

Age: doesn't share.
Bio:
Great mechanic. Not much was known about Xand before joining the crew.
He was hired on about two years ago and has proven to be an excellent mechanic.
He is also big into working out and loves to show off whenever they go "ashore". Though not necessary a trouble maker he has been known to get into fights. He is constantly flirts with the ship's medic and seems to have a good relationship with the crew overall.
He's outgoing, sometimes a bit rude, but overall someone you wouldn't mind having to watch your back.

My Minions

The Chase: 1x1 with @WhiteAngel25

Main Characters

Subject 73554 (Tessa)

Name: Seven Three Five Five Four.
Age: 19 (unknown to her though)
Gender: Female
Second Generation Assassin, Subject 73554, or 54, was one of the first created to supplant the 'flawed' first generations. With more of the nasty human "flaws" stripped, she is one step closer to the ultimate weapon. She was trained in hand-to-hand, weaponry, language, computers, and most anything else needed to go undercover in various missions from spying to assassination.
After it was deemed to "fix" the first generation weapons, 54 was tasked to bring in her "sister" after she escaped.

54 is extremely loyal to the Alliance and has no issues with collateral damage. She is closely watched by two handlers to ensure she does not "malfunction".

Jake Briggs

Age:28
Gender: Male
Bio:
Captain of Tranquility, Jake played a part in the Unification War on the side of the Independent Faction (Browncoats). Though he actually did not fight, he did a lot of smuggling and carrying supplies. After the Alliance won the war, he turned his attentions to just the outer rim where there is less Alliance control and regulations. He transports most anything and is not above selling black market goods - though he does draw a line at certain moral items.
Despite his gruff appearance and quick draw, he has a good heart and can't stand by as someone needs help.

Secondary Characters

Travis O'Raley

Chief Mechanic.
Age: 24

Layla

Pilot
Age: 26