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5 yrs ago
@littleone - No. The world would not be better off without you. Those who know you will greatly miss you. Hang in there. Sometimes it might not seem like it but you mean a lot to those who love you.
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5 yrs ago
I'm alive. I'm going to see if I can get back into a bit more active. I have a good feeling about this year but then again, it just started so :/ lol
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5 yrs ago
Currently alive....for whatever that is worth.
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6 yrs ago
I'm in the process of moving so I'm currently a bit CrAzY at the second. Hopefully, I'll be back to normal reply schedule soon (after the move and the insanity of getting basic unpacking done)
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6 yrs ago
Been sick for two weeks. Not fun at all :/ Just FYI

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Current Status (updated 12.6.21):
I've quit my job and am currently job hunting. I'm hoping that and a few other things will help me enjoy life again.
I am around a bit though better to discuss on discord.

I'm not looking for new partners/stories at this time.

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Heaven burns, the stars are falling
As the enemy draws nigh.
Sound the call, fleet and lancers,
"Commonwealth" our battle cry.
Face the foe, never waver,
Summon fire from the sky.
From a million sovereign planets
Scattered through the endless night.
Bound by blood and High Guard honor,
Hold the line until the light.
Hold the line against the night.
@Tranquility

Here's the OOC.
There was a sense of comfort in the woman's embrace. A sense of security. Abigail felt a slight pang of loss as the woman eventually pulled back and lead her into the kitchen. Finding herself directed to sit, Abigail realized how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten much that the pirates had brought her earlier that evening. In fact, it had been difficult but here.... her stomach growled as the woman placed the food in front of her.

Abigail looked up at her, eyes slightly awash with tears. "Thank you." She said at the woman's kindness.

Taking a bite, she managed to eat without choking - though it was hard to tell her mind she was safe. Secure. Worries that the man would find here out here and that there was no one to stop him from taking her again made it difficult to focus on the meal. Exhaustion from her ordeal hit her as she finished eating.

She let herself be lead to the bath which was warm. It was so nice to bathe again. To wipe away the grime from the last few days. She would have fallen asleep in the tub if the woman hadn't been there helping her.

Feed, clean, and wearing new clothes, Abigail could barely keep her eyes open, the fear of being found still there but now almost in the back of her mind as she struggled to stay awake.

~ ~ ~

Charles Vance was not one to do something rash. Everything he did was well thought out, planned. Meticulous. The arrival at Ned Low's camp was seemingly unannounced and random but it had been planned out even as the the wagon to usher Abigail Ashe to safety was getting prepared.

"You and I have mutual agendas." He told the Captain across from him as they sat, near midnight. "You brought in the girl for ransom and I don't like Lord Ashe." His hand casually tilted his cup as he looked up at the man across from him.

"I know where she's being held. And no, it's not the tavern." A wry smile. "In exchange for bringing her to you, I want something."

Of course Low would be boisterous, annoying and not willing to cooperate. Even a bit threatening. He didn't know Vance that well. But no matter, Charles had actually expected that result.

At the threat from the other captain he casually shrugged and set his glass down. "Here I come offering an opportunity for you and you spurn it. Fine. I can get the girl." He rose. With one sudden stroke, his sword exited the sheath and quickly slashed across the other man's neck.

As the body fell to the ground he pointed his pistol at the first mate. "I wouldn't bother if I were you." He told him. He nodded behind the man as several of his own crew emerged. "Listen here," Vance said putting his pistol away. "You all pack up your ship and go. You have until morning to clear out. If I find you all here come dawn, you'll find that Low won't be the only man laying on the beach.

The men backed down slightly. Vane put the pistol back into his belt and then, as man with extreme confidence, turned and left the beach. His crew fell in behind him, eyeing the other crew but not engaging as they left.
Understand that.
We just need more hours. Probably spend them all up though lol :)

I'm running behind but I'm hoping to get caught up over this weekend. Just FYI.
Abigail was a bit taken back and relieved when the woman seemed to believe her and even agree to help. She refrained from immediately taking ahold of the woman and thanking her, instead she maintained her composure. "Thank you," she said softly. "I will remember your kindness."

Escorted by one of the henchman, she caught sight of the tall man by the door. His eyes seemed to bore into her and she had to look away a bit uncomfortable.

Charles watched as the girl was led off. He looked at Miss Guthrie. "Fancy that. The daughter of the pirates most feared enemy. Would be a major slight against him if something were to happen to her. Might even break him. Pretty bold move of Low." His eyes did not reflect the thoughts that went on in his mind but he did stand there for a moment thinking. Then he smiled and nodded at the woman. "I'll let you be," he said giving a slight bow. "Always a pleasure."

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Abigail hugged the blanket around her extremely thankful for the kindness of Miss Guthrie. She got the name from the henchman and locked it in her mind for later. She would speak to her father and the woman would be rewarded.

There was a bit of nervousness as they reached the outskirts of town. Abigail half expected Ned Low to jump out and grab her. But he didn't. The man started to introduce her to Lady Barlow but there was no need. Abigail remembered her from when she was a girl.

"Lady Barlow." She engulfed the woman, relieved to see someone she knew. Her composure dropped as she felt like the young child, alone and afraid. She looked up. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

She let the woman take her inside where she recanted her tale as well as the fear that the pirate would still come after her. "He's set on the beach," she said. "He has his whole crew and they can come after us at any time. Is there any way we can get a message to my father?"
@May
No problem - I'm pretty patient. :)
I hope everything is going well.
~ La bump ~
Changed up the offering - added couple slice of life roles
Roger hid his smirk behind his hand at Bea's mention of burned tea. Yeah, he had a few unfortunate tastes of that...interesting concoction. His eyes danced slightly mischievously. "Some?" He asked, his face now a bit 'serious', though his eyes still danced. He chuckled at Bea's reaction before sitting down beside her. Accepting a cup of tea with thanks, he indicated how many lumps of sugar (one) he wanted as well as milk (none, thank you) before stirring it. Like all British, he was very fond of tea and preferred it over coffee. He was a bit surprised though that an American had taken the courtesy to make it for them. But then again, Rebeca was a perfect hostess.

"So how is the traveling going?" He inquired. "Last I heard you were on the continent for awhile."

He didn't mention anything about the current state of affairs in mainland Europe. The Kingdom of Prussia and the Austrian Empire had signed a mutual defense treaty recently. Both nations had been gearing up militarily, making war machines and enlisting more soldiers. There was talk that there might be war. It was talk now but the treaty between the two nations had the Rhineland League and United Provinces worried. To counter they were in talks the Republic of France to form a mutual treaty as well. Denmark, Norway, and Sweden had already formed a mutual treaty - though more for fear of the Russian Tsardom who also was building up. It was almost an arms race with each nation quickly forming allies and turning out weaponry.

The tensions of all this probably made business for Will and Rebeca a bit difficult. But then again, borders were still open for trade and probably would be so for a bit. Still...not something to really bring up in polite conversation.

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The engine room was a mess. Fredericks apparently had no rhyme or reason to what he was doing. Estella put her hands on her hips, her lips pursed as she figured the best place to get started. Though not necessarily a mechanic, she was a tinkerer and had the gift to take apart or put together anything - whether she knew how it went or not. Even if it didn't go back the same way, it most always went back improved.

She looped the strands of hair that had fallen loose back into her ponytail. Then she went to work. At first, she was a bit nervous with the captain in the same room. It wasn't like he was looking over her shoulder but it almost felt like it. However, that quickly passed and it wasn't long before she absentmindedly called out for something or had him doing something: holding a part up so she could secure it, grabbing a tool, the works.

Also as she got a bit more into the roll of working it wasn't surprising to have her talking to herself - or the ship, hard to say - in Danish or Yiddish. Occasionally a sharp word would slip off her lips as she hit something a bit more difficult or seemingly insane. The previous mechanic was a complete shmuck. Some of what he did infuriated her. The frustration or anger in her tone was evident.

Sliding out from underneath the engine she ran the back of her hand across her face wiping some perspiration aside but leaving a smudge of grease. She looked at the captain. "She'll be airworthy shortly, Sir. But I wouldn't take her over water just yet. She still got a lot of work that needs to be done. The..." She caught herself before going into a tirade against the previous mechanic. Oh, she didn't hate the guy she just thought he was incompetent. And a schmuck. And a few other things. Her mother would be so disapointed. Taking a breath, she calmed herself. "She'll be fine as long as you don't push her too fast or take her to high. Some of the stuff I can fix while we are in flight. Some will need to be done on ground."

She was definitely not the type to be afraid of getting dirty. In fact, she didn't notice at the moment. Grease on her clothes, bare arms, and face. Hair slipping out of her ponytail. In fact, the only thing she even seemed to notice was the loose strands of hair in her eyes and that was more due to the annoyance. Brushing them aside, she looked up at the captain.
@AngelBites15 sorry i haven't replied yet. Let me get back to you when I get home tonight.

I haven't decided and it's been fairly busy the last couple days so I didn't want to make a decision yet until I had a bit of time to review it again and see.

Fredericks stared at the man. He was flabbergasted. He hadn't expected the captain to just go ahead and dismiss him. The additional week's pay was nice but at the same time - almost an insult. Was the man daft? Pursing his lips in anger, he kept it from overtaking him. His voice level, slightly cold, he spoke. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. And don't expect me to come back when you find yourself having issues repairing your airship." He gave Estella a cold look before turning. "I'll have my stuff of your ship in ten minutes." He said.

Estella watched him go surprised and a bit guilty. She hadn't meant to get him fired. She should be the one going. He probably had more experience and despite his seeming incompetence in his orders, might have fixed it up quicker than she. She didn't say anything as he left. Her usual chipper self a bit subdued. As Rebeca talked to the other two, eventually leading them off, she found herself alone with the captain. A bit nervous she waited to see what he had in store for her.

Roger smiled. He glanced at Bea. "Tea sounds good to me." He looked back at Rebeka. "Thank you."

He escorted Bea toward the entrance, letting her go first, bringing up the rear. He was a bit glad that they were excluded for the tussle and that no one had said anything. It was always a bit awkard listening to someone else get chewed out. Of course, he had seen it before and would undoubtedly again. Still...

"So how is the airship doing?" He asked as they made their way through the narrow corridors.

They passed the ex-mechanic who stood in one of the corridors, his bag slung over his shoulder waiting for them to pass. His eyes narrowed slightly at Rebeka but he didn't say anything to her. He did speak quietly though when Roger passed. "Better watch it. The ship will crash without a decent mechanic." He warned before heading back out.

Roger nodded but didn't comment. Will was pretty good and Roger doubted that he'd take the ship up unless he knew for certain it was ready. Especially now that he didn't have a main mechanic.
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