Hidden Lilly

Splinters

Daniel was somewhat stunned by her. She had a kind of spark that was uncommon to most women, and a wild sense for adventure. Avery had, as far as he could tell, been rather truthful in her words. By far she was an odd person to encounter; a truthful pirate?

"Aye." He admitted, leaning against the wooden cabinet across from her. Though he would have liked to relax, this was still as foreign a place as ever so he continued to be somewhat tense. His arms naturally hung themselves in such a way as to be in an easy position to draw his cutlass. There were many questions he could ask; his selfishness urging him to ask of his fate, his empathy wanting to ask of her injuries... "What th' nine hells are ye?" fear had won though it didn't so much dance in the expression on his face. As usual, in attempts to mask the inside he often carried a mildly pissed-off grimace. Once he relaxed he would, well, relax and the contortion would fade. Until then, it was a fairly good defense mechanism.

State of Heroes and Villains

Makoto stood up, thinking about her university and the impending exams. The campus, though sheltered from usual physical interaction, was a breeding-ground for internet news. This happening was probably all over the web, and causing enough outrage to get people talking in person. No doubt being an institution so close to the Academy would have even the staff buzzing.

"Maybe I should go back to school, I have a feeling the grape-vine is doing wonders over there. I can maybe find out some more information and see what the masses feel, based on the hype likely around the topic." She was standing to wash the mug and throw out the wrapper of her cornmeal muffin when Phoebe's phone bagan to play a funny tone. Another call? That was unusual, but at a time like this one could expect anything to happen. "Can you conference that call into our current one?" Makoto asked Phoebe, knowing that some cell phones were capable of such things.

Splinters

Daniel emerged on the poop deck, the ever constant salt infused wind pulling his hair every witch way. Using one hand he pulled some of it back out of the way so that he could see where he was stepping. How ladies tolerated their locks was a mystery to him, his own seemed like it needed a trimming. He wondered when the captain would be up, so he could use his strip of leather for his hair again. As he was moving along the poop deck towards the Avery's quarters, he saw a reflection of red through the tangled bits of his own hair. It was damn near impossible to miss her when the rest of the crew had black or brown hair if any.

There was a brief struggle in his mind as to what to say to the woman. Should he ask for an explanation? Should he just hand over the piece that was apparently very valuable and deadly? Other suggestions of what and how crossed his mind. Reaching the bottom of the steps while she seamed to still be dancing away from the quartermaster he called up to her.

"Cap'n." he said. Remaining rather ridged and expressionless.

Splinters

Daniel was caught somewhere between fear, intrigue and concern. He was becoming more and more aware that this vessel possessed an entirely different world on it from which he came from. He looked around the area where Scarlet had brought him. Many men were working on various things and one particular person seemed to be in charge. Making note of the area ans the person, Daniel decided to take off in the other direction. If no-one was there to make him do anything, maybe a little exploring was in order. After making his way back to the stairs, he descended them as far as they would go and then back up a flight. He found a quiet place at the back of the boat and set down his things. All his life he had been told this was his area of residence, this was his bit of the ship. Lacking only a hammock, Daniel set down his things and tucked them into the dark corner. The area would need a bit of cleaning later but for now, as most days, he just wanted to set to work. Contrary to his desires he sat down with his back on the sturdy wood of the ship. He needed a moment to rest and to contemplate all that had happened, and where he should go from here.

Half an hour of processing thoughts passed. He listened to each argument and each suggestion. He let himself become accustomed to how this new vessel moved in the waves, how it rolled and cut into each small swell. It finally occurred to him that when they made port he could have the life he had always wanted. A life on land, a life with less risk, a quiet life. He could work hard by day and not be so concerned during the nights. The taste of hope was sweet in his mouth, it unnerved him. His life had never looked this positive, something had to be wrong. One thing he had learned to be true early in life was that if something seems too sweet, too perfect, it probably is. Finally ready to attend to his work, the only sort-of pleasure he had on a semi-regular basis. Standing, his bottom sore, Daniel ascended the stairs in search of the Quartermaster or Cook. Either seemed likely to know of any injured crew. It vaguely occurred to him that the girl from before may be aboard as well.

Splinters

alright :)

Splinters

"This vessel be a real strange place." Daniel commented as he followed Scarlet, grabbing his belongings before the two headed below deck. He was trying to draw information out of the cook, not usually the best person to ask information of but she seemed to have a hand in everything. There were so many women aboard this ship! That alone was strange, if that ever happened it was the occasional wench that relieved the crew. There also seemed to be no rules, no real order but there was a functioning hierarchy. The ship seemed to be organized chaos. Daniel was at a loss for whether to count this change of scenery as a blessing or a curse.

Splinters

I'm so sorry for disappearing, I got hit with a really bad head cold. I spent all of Monday and Tuesday in bed :P

State of Heroes and Villains

Makoto thought about Phoebe's suggestion. A chill ran down he spine, recalling the students on her campus.

"I hate to say it but, the general population doesn't exactly like us. I mean sure, we help keep places marginally safe but more often than not we are all trying to control one another. Other supers with bad intentions or misguided paths." she agreed. "It may not even be one person with hate and money, but a group of radicals." Makoto sighed in frustration."We are just going in circles, we need more than what we have to go on. The list of possibilities is just too long right now."

As much as she hated wishing harm on people, they almost needed another attack to happen while they were all on guard, that way specials could be present to discuss how it went down in more detail. A scuffle with who ever was involved in the attack. Makoto hoped that other, smaller pockets of people who disliked their kind wouldn't pop up and use the chaos as an opportunity to lash out.

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"Wi' all due respect Quartermaster, the Cap'n said t' let no-'n' convince me t' give 'em th' piece." Daniel said, watching the two. He shifted in his seat before standing and walking over to them, leaving his belongings at the base of the steps. "Would either o' ye know where 'bouts th' Boatswein be?" He paused to guage the situation. "If ye 'ave me aboard your vessel, me guess is that yer Cap'n wants me t' work fer ye. This ship is strange t' me, don' know it like a Man-O-War. Th' Boatswein 'as t' show me what needs t' be fixed." He awaited their response, hoping he wasn't being too bold but bold enough to hold his own among the crew.

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There was no way Daniel was just going to leave such a precious piece on the table. The lady would have to come ask him herself. Daniel still didn't know his purpose here but since no other doctor/carpenter had emerged, he guessed he was here to do his trade. Still unsure of his fate, he was not giving up Avery's prize. Daniel made a rude kind of scoffing sound to himself, about the situation and to the disgust he felt at such a suggestion.

"Aye." he said in acknowledgement to Bane's comment. He had never touched a woman if she had not wanted him to. Some men reveled in the screams but he did not. The few times he was unable to help a woman in that situation, their screams haunted him. Unfortunately, he had to look out for his own neck. Daniel would rather not dance the dead man's jig anytime soon, or at all for that matter.

Daniel looked back to Avery. If she was going to heal herself, as insane as that was. It certainly shook him to see her transform and now heal herself. As a pirate though, there was much that most thought legend that was found to be true. Damn sheltered soles, they were so lucky... yet left completely unprepared for when pirates attacked a port. Clearing his mind, he pulled a dagger from his side. He quickly cut open her dressings and cut the stitches free before they were fused into her skin permanently.

"There ye go Cap'n." He checked her pulse one last time, it was normal and she breathed easily. Daniel packed up his supplies to go sit on the poop deck and see if anyone else required his aid. He may as well and it would be a good way to kill time. Using only necessary force, Daniel made his way through the doors and down the stars to the poop deck. Placing his belongings beside him, he sat on the last step and watched the crew.