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There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Mentally, Azren was a bit shocked. He really should have just gone to people to learn things instead of observing everything like he had been, so foolishly just observing and struggling with things. But here, this human, Caelyn, had put it into such simple terms that even an infant could understand! The moment the kind fellow had used a boat as an example, Azren understood it nearly right away. In his time, he had tipped a few boats, some large, some small. Mostly just because they were there and it seemed like fun at the time, nothing beat the sound of terrified shrieks. Though it bothered him slightly that he could not make the connection between a boat and the hammock. Maybe because one was more thought of as a a nuisance and the other an annoyance? A bit of a snort escaped Azren. Both practically the same thing.

"Uh, yeah! I got this now, thanks!" He says to Caelyn before he leaves for the kitchen. Pleased with himself, now that he was actually sitting on a hammock without falling off! Lightly he rocks back and forth, still grinning from ear to ear. It sort of reminded him of a swing that he had seen a few nobles on, though it looked different. Hrm. A sudden thought crossed his mind was he suddenly flops back with a sudden groan. True to his teachings, the hammock didn't flip him. Even distribution of his weight across it, he wasn't going to go flipping off unless he tried to roll around or something of the such. Which he wouldn't. He didn't feel like having to pick his bag up off of the floor, and all those rocks...

Slowly Azren would push himself up from the hammock, a sigh of relief escaping him as he didn't land on his ass for once. He now owed a human a favor, that was something he was sure of. His stomach rumbled somewhat, but as he glanced towards the kitchen he decided it would not be a wise idea to crowed the place. With soft, nearly silent steps he sets about making his way above deck once more now that he had claimed his bed and learned how to actually use it.

Upon arriving above deck, he glanced around. Though he was not particularly looking at anyone or anything. His blue-grey gaze seemed to almost be staring off into some unseen place, a small smirk still upon his features as he quickly hobbled up to the railing. Others might have been around but he was not paying them any attention, he could only hope they would do the same. His gaze sets firmly upon the water, his stomach suddenly rumbling rather loudly. So close, yet so far.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Bel did not even flinch upon feeling the angel's uncomfortableness, though was slightly thankful that he calmed down and became engrossed in the movie. Now if only danger didn't seem to follow this little angel, just maybe Bel could have been in a better mood. Or it was quite possible Bel was just being somewhat territorial for once in his demonic life, or maybe even just a bit possessive over the angel. In truth though, Bel wasn't sure which to hope for, neither of them were good. Demons could be very possessive and territorial beings, but in all his years, Bel had been rather good about not being either of those. Up until now, anyway. Just the thought of other non-humans being so close made his skin crawl, especially ones that posed possible threats.

The demon remained slouched in his seat, lightly rubbing his thumb over the back of Harp's hand. He had yet to actually look at the screen, taking in only one small peek so far. Though his attention was quickly drawn to the screen and the scene that was starting to play out. He had read the books out of boredom, but it was always most interesting to see the visual on the large screen. One of the main characters had just walked out of the thick underbrush, a white furred ruby-red eyed wolf. This guy was a couple years older than the boy who was tied onto the offering pedestal that was stained with blood, and by all means in Bel's mind should not have been the one there to collect the child. Though as he recalled after reading the second book, the age of 'maturity' was very different in this pack of wolves.

Bel just lightly shakes his head as he drops his arm to get a better look at the screen. The wolf was slowly hobbling up to the pedestal, imposing and rather intimidating, especially to the young boy who was all tied up. Growling and barking commands and questions, the wolf was rapidly changing from a mere four-legged wolf into a bipedal one. Wolves like this did exist in this world, but much unlike this story, they could not change shape so easily. It was a painful process, he had watched it several times while doing some observation from atop a building once. That and most of them were loners and tried to blend in with the humans.

He actually was starting to get into the movie a bit, his mental strain slowly disintegrating as he watched the screen with wide eyes. But then he heard them. Oh, he had sensed they were there, but they had been quiet for the most part. Then again, maybe he had not been paying attention, movies had that effect on creatures, especially when they were deep in thought. Grudgingly Bel pushes himself up a bit in his seat, turning his head just enough to glance behind him to see whom it was making such a racket. He spotted them rather easily, three of the, in a few rows behind Harp and himself. A low growl would erupt from his throat as he finally turns more in his seat to face them, baring his suddenly sharpened fangs in an aggressive manor. The shadows in the theater would suddenly grow much, much darker than they had been previously, just showing the demons irritation. They no longer danced, even the light of the large screen seemed to be eaten by them.

Thankfully though, they would die back down quickly to how they were previously, following in suit with Bel's fangs as he spoke in a harsh, but oddly friendly sounding tone. "Quiet, if you will. Some of us have better hearing than most."

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Ah, don't worry too much about it. Finals are important n' stuff. x3 I myself have been pretty busy with work and the alike, so I understand completely.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

I'll have a post up here in a few hours.

A World of Progressive Magic: An Arcane 2100s.

Interested. Otherness/Life magic seems to be rather appealing. o_o

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Azren was a bit shocked while he laid there under the hammock, his eyes wide as he stares up at the stranger offering a hand and help on how to actually get into the cursed contraption they were supposed to sleep in. So... THERE WAS A TRICK TO IT. HE KNEW IT! And now he was going to learn it from this kind fellow, Caelyn. In truth though, he was not fully sure on how he felt about learning something from another, at least directly. All of the interactions and 'human' habits Azren had learned from his own observations. Even his 'gemcrafting' skill wasn't directly taught, it was all from observation. If anything, it was one of his greatest skills, which is why while playing human, he made it his worst one. It kept things much simpler that way. And sometimes, simple was best.

Carefully reaching out a hand from under the hammock, Azren grabs onto Caelyn's hand with a strong grip, pulling himself up with relative ease. He glanced over the other male, who was just a few inches taller than himself. In true comparison though, Azren was smaller built and the few inches in height seemed much bigger than it actually was. With a light shake of his head, Azren offers the man a large, child-like grin, which was followed by a rather calm but obviously excited tone.

"Yup, my name is Azren! Its a honor to be able to actually introduce myself, Caelyn!" Excited, oh yes, so excited to the point he forgot he was still holding on tightly to the others hand. He might have thought of giving it a good shake while re-introductions were going off, but it likely slipped right out of his mind the moment he started talking. He didn't even seem to notice the traffic of others, or the captain, or the hostility he could feel radiating from the kitchen!

"So there is a trick to it? I knew it!" Azren manages out in a breathy sigh. "Is it about the balance? Or maybe you just don't jump on it? It slightly bothers me that my bag filled with rocks is better at this than I am but I won't openly admit that to everyone else. I faintly recall getting tangled up in one of these for nearly two days before anyone found me last time. I am honestly a bit glad there are others around the sleeping quarters this time instead of being stuck in a room by myself! Have you been on a ship before? I have a couple of times. And each time I just slept on the floor. Also, uh. I like your cloths!"

When he got absorbed in talking, he really did sound like a kid. He barely took a breath between any of his sentences and was looking rather intently at the man who had so kindly decided to help him out. Azren seemed harmless enough, and for the most part, at this moment, was true. He was genuinely happy that this human had decided to help him. Now the real question that sat on Azren's mind was... how was he going to pay this fellow back? It might seem like such a simple thing, teaching someone how to get into a hammock without flipping themselves over, but it was actually kind of a big deal. Dragons helped each other from time to time, and often gave gifts in return for such help. Did that still apply to human standards? Its not like he could just give him a pile of gold, could he? No, that would be too much and too weird, he noted. Maybe... just maybe, he would give him one of the shiny rocks he had in his bag? That could work, he decided- WAIT. No... A better idea. A much better idea popped into the dragons head as the grin merely remained plastered onto his face.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

I'll try to get a post up sometime later this evening I get home from work.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Mountain Standard.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

While Azren wanted to merely stand and stare at the water for the remainder of this ship ride, he knew it would be a bit suspicious for someone to fixate on it like that. Then again, maybe they could just cross it off as weird? He'd be staring at it a lot, far more than he would anyone or anything else, and with good reason too. With a light shake of his head he would swiftly followed a few of the other crew bellow decks. Maybe, just maybe he should have paid a bit more attention to names and what the captain had said. Just maybe. But like anyone, he wasn't stupid enough to go about stealing from others he had to sleep near. Hopefully. Sometimes instinct just took over, especially when shines were involved.

Azren narrowed his gaze as he entered the sleeping room. Subconsciously he brought his left hand over towards his right, delicately tracing the tips of his fingers over the fresh, red scars that ran over the entirety of his right arm. In fact, they ran down his side and along his right leg, too. It was almost like a warpaint, far too bright to be an old scar, yet it had been years already. Though he had spent a great deal of time indoors, this room oddly did not feel like a cage as it should have. Maybe because it was on a boat and he knew there was water a mere few quick steps away? Suppressing a groan, he tosses a quick glance around. Two hammocks were already taken. Without waiting any further, Azren quickly stalks forward to the hammock nearest the exit, tossing his bag onto it. The bag would sink down quite a bit, showing just how heavy it really was.

Though he had been around humans for some time, some things you never quite got use too. And this was where Azren failed completely. He suddenly slouched, staring blankly at the hammock he had chosen. Maybe sleeping on the floor was a better idea? How... just how did... Hrm. With a sudden determined shake of his head, Azren jolts forward and attempts to promptly hop on the hammock in one quick motion. And this was so far Azren's worst idea of the day. It takes not even a full five seconds as the eager young man lands on the supposed bed and flips right off of it, landing face first onto the floor with a loud thud and a creak from the plank. He did not make even a sound of pain, while it might have hurt, it really wasn't significant enough for him to vocalize. Azren merely pushes himself off of the floor and takes a few steps back, now glaring at the hammock with utter disgust.

The look of disgust quickly dissipates as a more calm, but still eager expression forms on his features. Round two. This time, with a much more careful approach, Azren attempts to climb onto the hammock. For several moments, it seems like he has his balance and its all going well, gripping on tightly to the edges to steady himself. But one wrong movement and he is easily flipped right over again, landing though this time on his back. Thankfully, somehow, he managed to avoid having his bag topple down on his face. How did an inanimate object understand how these 'beds' worked better than he did?

"...Nope." Is all Azren manages out while running a hand up his face, pushing several of the knotted locks of hair back from his face before scooting around under the hammock he had chosen. He doesn't seem to be getting up this time, in fact, he just lays there face first on the wooden floor with a soft groan of defeat. He slowly closes his eyes, exhaling carefully. Even in here, he could still smell the salty water. It was so close, yet so far. At least now the sound of the roaring waters had died down in his ears. But the once cool, relaxed feeling he felt over his skin was gone. It had been replaced by a slight, rather uncomfortable itch that he was refusing to scratch.

Another groan escapes Azren as he lightly rubs his now somewhat sore face against the floor under his hammock.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

*Grabs camera* ;>.> This is gonna' be good.