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A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about. Fella by the name of Don. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Donald, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude. That's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. But then again, maybe that's why I found the guy s'durned innarestin'.

Sometimes there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes... there's a man.

And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place. He fits right in there--and that's the Dude.

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...It was immediately apparent; while the gains ultimately exceeded the costs in the crew and damage to the ship, the risk was far too great to match its value. There was no mistaking it. Any gains they had made were from sheer luck, and it would have been foolish to assume otherwise. This frustrated Vee, both for his lack of preparation and for his uncharacteristic presumptions of the enemy cargo. Rarely did he make a bad gamble, and in this case, it costed more than gold, but lives.

In his infirmary, Vee hovered a hand over a shipmate's upper torso, his hand glowing softly as he slowly scanned over a massive gash. The wound had since stopped bleeding, but the sailor convulsed in pain as the wound was cauterized with Vee's sorcery. While solurgy made the process of healing faster and cleaner than its traditional counterparts, it wasn't going to make the process for the recipient any smoother, so to speak.

A little over a dozen other injured were scattered about Vee's infirmary, those already healed but needing time to rest; again, an incredibly lucky turn of events, even with the generous portion of casualties. As he finished with his last patient, Vee went about handing each a very small vial; filled with a highly potent, but small amount of liquified cuprum. "Make certain to return the vials, or expect to pay a share for their replacement," he said plainly as he instructed them to move to their quarters. If taken all at once, the injured would sleep soundly as their bodies finished their repairs.

With the last of the men escorted out of his quarters, Vee made his way to his desk, to pick up a few items before making his way to the captain's meeting hall. First, his journal. Then... a wooden pipe, already pre-packed with cuprum in its natural, "floral" form, already ground for easier inhalation. This was how the substance was usually ingested, providing its user a much more mild albeit still relaxing quasi-dream state. Vee has since become quite accustomed to the substance, his tolerance affording him the ability to maintain relatively high function... but it was still a lovely form of escapism from his own guilty conscience.

Vylmor arrived to the wardroom casually late, seeing Elara and the captain already mid-discussion. Not wishing to make a fuss, he quietly leaned himself adjacent to the entrance, striking a match and lighting the pipe that was dangling from his lip. He made a few puffs to get the greens properly ignited. The substance had a noticeable but pleasant scent, not overbearing, but an almost minty, fresh flavor that cleared the nasal passages. The scent proceeded to permeate throughout the room.

The captain asked anyone if they would like a drink, but Vee politely declined with a raised hand, already mid-high from his own vice. He simply laid back, nonchalant, ready to answer if any particular questions arose, but at the moment more than happy to simply observe and listen.
At the beach as well! I'll try and get a post in tomorrow at the latest.
Through a miraculous feat of strength, or perhaps through sheer willpower, Cally managed to pull Vee's torso onto the deck, enough so he may roll his sorry body the rest of the way onboard. He breathed erratically as he laid motionless for a moment on the deck, his face drenched in sweat, eyes wired, taking a brief shellshocked moment to thank the stars that he wasn't taking an express solo flight straight to the Frades Mountains below.

He rose hastily upon reaity seeping in, with Cally and himself on an enemy vessel, completely unguarded. Not even with a moment to speak his gratitude, he lunged forward in her direction, bringing her to the floor with him; he could hear the massive harpoon whirl behind him, where Cally was standing only a second before.

He leaped up to his feet quicker this time, the two close calls being sobering of the harrowing situation, and he brought the girl quickly back to her feet with a pull from his hand. He took a rare opportunity to breathe, thankful that the other sailors were too foolish to take notice of the two being sitting ducks.

Before Vee could properly assess the carnage, and get to work preventing another crewmate from facing an unneeded death or injury, he spotted Grady heading for him and Cally. He called over Van Williams, and before long the four had made a huddle behind some capstan.

Vee listened to the captain's plan intently, all while peeking over the capstan to eye their fiery target. Vee wasn't particularly fond of the idea at hand, as even with Vee's assistance, taking on a pyurgist's flames head on was no glide in the clouds, if not an outright death wish.

But he knew that this was certainly not the place to argue, and it was not his place to make orders; just to make certain that they went as smooth as they could. He gave a quick glance to Cally, then Van, then back to Grady, giving him a nod of approval for the plan at hand. As he gave his orders for Cally, Vee was handing him two particular vials, then the same for Van.

The two knew the procedure well enough, by now: take the doctor's crazy concoctions, and smash them to signal for Vee's spellcraft. In regards to such vials intended for others to use, Vee added an ingredient which released a piercing audible crack!, in addition to a puff of smoke of varying colors, depending on the vials intended use; in this case, the color was dark blue. This indicated a need for an elemental ward. Wards were a specialty of Vee's, as he took a much greater preference to preventing damage when possible as opposed to waste even more energy correcting mistakes.

Elemental auras were a light purple... but he decided against giving the two such a vial, as aura ingredients were far more difficult to come by and quite expensive. This was especially the case for elemental auras, but even physical auras were a uncommon commodity. Vee had only a handful of aura vials on the ship, and didn't intend to waste them unless absolutely necessary. This pyurgist was a handful himself, certainly... but not more than that. Vee was confident the two could handle the man together with each having two temporary "get-out-of-flames free" cards.

Grady charged into position, ready to make his first moves... until Rei flew in like a bottle rocket to take his position. She was quick to absorb the flames which the pyurgist had flung onto him, saving him from wasting one of his two vials. She was handling herself well... too well, as he watched her fling her blade into the unprepared pyurgist like it was a bludgeoning hammer... again, again, and again. Vee's heart sank upon seeing her all too familiar rage come through. "Oh my", Vee said aloud to the adjacent Cally, "This won't end well."

Vee took the precaution of directing Cally to stay in their safe hiding spot, knowing full well the enraged engineer would make quick work of both of them; or at least a quick work of many of Vee's vials, an expense he was not wishing to waste. Vee handed the girl four vials; a physical and elemental ward vial, and a physical and elemental aura vial. "Just in case we get seperated in the fray. Use the wards first, if you can, but don't hesitate to use the auras if you must."

With that, Vee rose and placed himself between the spaced positions of Williams and Grady. He called to both: "Quickly, you need to handle her before she loses it completely!" He signaled to them both to hold on to their vials, giving note that he would have his own vials in hand for the necessary steps at hand: to prevent everyone on this ship from becoming a part of a distant falling meteor to some unknowing villager on the ground.
The two of you together would be an ideal situation. Or any post from Rei's side, really.
@XSilentWingsXJust saw Enter the Dragon for my first time. Now I'm on a Bruce Lee binge.

@Isengrim@KimiyosisSo... we wanna just keep things moving along? I've been dangling on a wood plank for 6 days now.
@Kimiyosis *twiddling fingers...*
I would not be opposed to a restart in the slightest. It all feels really unorganized as it stands and I'm not really sure what direction the stories heading.
Thanks for the clarification. In that case I can edit my post or whatever, since it seems both options left to Rei could be taken; either defend or attack. What she decides I will make the necessary changes for continuity.

Also Isen I've been doing as you've written if that works well enough; Vee carries around an assortment of small vials and such that contain aurum rich herbs. To cast from a distance he has to be able to throw it far enough, accurately enough and against a surface that can crack. Refer to my latest post as reference and let me know if that works.
No no I may have made a mistake on my end, I think you have the right idea. I think we just need more clarification on how caith interacts from @Isengrim.
That's true, I can edit my post then. It's up to Rei then I figure at this point. I would think you might actualy have better control of the situation at this point with Aeurgy. Really depends on how caith interacts in this universe. Rock Paper Scissors or whatnot.
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