May

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

Bea nodded slightly in her concentration of flipping through to see if she could find that little symbol again. “Vaguely,” she said offhandedly almost. “I don’t recall most of my father’s friends surnames unless they were type to insist being called by them. Most of them, who were any close to my father, asked that I called them uncle and their Christian name”

She looked up at him then, smiling a little bit. “And people move. So it’s the best as we have and as thus, we’ll look into it. Even if we’re wrong and he isn’t the source of the package, he might know something more than we don’t.” Something that wasn’t covered over with nostalgia and the film of youth. “Besides,Glasgow is not that far, especially if we go by air. Even a train wouldn’t be too terrible.”

She stood then, rather suddenly. She knew that there was more to find in the notes and letters and so many other things to go through. But they had something now and she was actually little excited about this now. “Do you happen to have any connections that would be willing to take us up to Lowlands?”

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Rebeca felt a flash of anger in her chest. He was trying his damndest to place blame elsewhere. To not admit that he was wrong. Everyone was wrong now and again. And sometimes other people told them so before it could happen. But to accuse Estella of tampering with something, and then to not say it out right, but still accuse Rebeca of lying was not alright.

“How dare you,” she started, stepping forward only one step before Will caught her wrist in his big hand and pulled her back.

“You aren't the captain here, Becs,” he said softly to her, pulling her closer to his side. “She does have a point though. As I'm sure you know, the issue is you not having looked into it. I'm going to let you fix it though.” And all that was, was a promise that he'd be employed through the fix, not necessarily any further.

From Down Below to Up Above [Luna||May]

H
1780, appears roughly 27

Appearance
Demonic form

Human form
Tall, broad shouldered, muscular, and very handsome. Shoulder length black hair, tan skin, and striking blue eyes. A tattoo of an egyptian cobra encircles his whole torso with the head of the snake just below his heart.

Personality
Narcissistic, self serving, vicious, and cutthroat. H is out for himself and himself only. He might, maybe find it in himself to help someone else out. But that’s only i helping them out will help him. He’s not too interested in making friends, but there are those he can tolerate to a degree. It does get lonely having no one around.

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

When he spoke to her again she finally heard him and looked I'll. "Hmmm?" She asked, looking rather confused for a moment. What was he going on about? Oh, the letter. She put her spoon down along with the papers she'd been reading and took the letter from him. She read it over a few times, he brow crinkled on more as her confusion grew. Randolph. Randolph. And that little BTX down there as well. That was surely no accident. It meant something. But what?

"This..." she started, looking up, looking down, shaking her head slightly. "This looks like the script from the package. And I do remember a Randolph. Vaguely." She handed it back to him, looking thoughtful.

"I swear I've seen that little marker before too," she murmured, flipping through her notes and her father’s in no clear order. "Somewhere..."

After a moment she looked up and asked, “Do you have the envelop for that? With the address?”

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Will did not look impressed by that idea either, but he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt instead of firing him right on the spot. So instead he reached for a phone like device and called up to the bridge to talk to his daughter.

“Can you come down to the engine room?” he asked.

“Why?” she questioned, unsure what he needed her down there for.

“Just come, Becs,” he sighed, hanging up before she could argue with him anymore. “We’ll have a chat with Rebeca to see what happened,” he explained to Fredrick. He didn’t say much after that and just waited for his daughter to join them.

It was only a few minutes before she was standing in the door way, looking a little flush and slightly out of breath from having hurried so to get there. “What’s the emergency?”

“When you were in here with the girl before, did she touch anything?”

Rebeca looked to the mechanic and saw his expression. He was trying to transfer the blame. “No,” she said a little smugly. “Not at all. We were in here a whole minute before he came in and she didn’t do anything but put the box down before then.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

Helena watched the man come closer. Well sorta man. But he was coming closer, regardless of what he was. She gripped her knife tighter in her hands and waited until he was closer, she was a better shot when the target was closer. He was quick though, and not steady enough for her to aim at his skull and actually make it. So she decided to embrace her strengths and came at him. Sorta. She headed towards him, but to the side somewhat. The creature was quick for the rot, but it’s brain wasn’t as quick. It started to turn in to her change of direction, but she was quicker than it.

Dancing up alongside it, she took her blade and thrust it deep into its eye, her arm just avoiding the clipping of its crooked jaws and teeth. “Shit,” she hissed. It grabbed onto her before she could get back, but the grip lessened a moment later. Or at least didn't tighten more. It was fully dead now.

But she didn't have a moment of victory. Instead her elation quickly turned to panic as the hands that held her tightened again, a darkness around them that grew up from the shadows at her feet, controlling the corpse. She'd been pulling her blades free when he'd reattacked, and she held one in each hand as it started to drag her downward. She struggled in its grip, but all she succeed in doing wa freeing the arms from the rotting body. They still pulled her down as she yelled, fighting against it with all she had.

And failing miserably.

Darkness surrounded her, and she struggled to stay in control, but she failed again and was gone. When she felt the tickle of stirring she moved quickly, sitting up fast and patting herself down for any of her knives while she tried to get a better look around her. But sher glasses felt like they were very dirty.

She could see Althalus though, he was ghostly in the haze, the only thing she could safely identify. But she could hear the skittery, the sound of approaching things that she couldn't fully see. And it was close. She hurried to get to her feet, reaching for her ring as well as a blade as she went, trying to decide how much light would be wise.

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

Bea made herself a cup of tea and sat down to across from Roger to read as she finished stirring. There was so much to look through, even with him there to help. She could have sworn that she’d been through a lot of this before. It all felt so familiar to her because it was ever so much of her father. This was all him and it was just constant the reminders of him. And it wasn't all bad. Some of it made her smile thinking of happy memories from when she was little.

Which made her thoughts start to drift to her mother and sister. And that picture that had come with the letter as well. She'd seen maybe one photo of her mother that her father had kept locked away. She'd never found it when he passed. It was nowhere in his things and she had thought that maybe she'd just imagined it. But seeing her again, and her older sister as well, only confirmed that she hadn't. Maybe that photo was the one she'd seen and had just forgotten about all the details. She'd been so very little when she'd seen it. Hardly any older than when her mother had left, taking Maria with her.

By the time Roger spoke again, Bea was lost in thought, holding the spoon just above her tea with one hand, a few lose sheafs of paper in the other hand, glasses perched on her nose as she read over the papers. She didn't hear him speak either. She was too into what she was looking at to notice that he'd said anything at all.

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Rebeca watched her with a bemused smile, waving at her when she turned around. “Strange girl,” she chuckled to herself before heading back into see her father.

Everything on the Valkyrie carried on like it always had. Repairs were made and the crew did what it normally did while in Port with no real jobs. They were good though, and caused no real trouble.

Sooner than later though, repairs had to be tested and the ship prepared for a short flight. Frederick was confident, and boastfully so especially when Rebeca was in earshot, and to a lesser degree when Will was, that every was going to be just fine. And things seemed fine. For the first few moments of take off. Then the smoke started and alarms went off both in the engine room and the bridge.

Will’s mood was not at all lifted by that and with totally justifiable anger, he headed down to the smoking engine room to see just what exactly it was that had gone wrong. Even with Rebeca’s words floating after him that reminded him that he'd been warned of this already.

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

Bea got the kettle going once the papers were out, getting cups and tea pot down for tea. They were going to be working on this for a while. Might as well have some tea to fortify them through the search. She thought while she got the tea ready, humming a little bit. “He had lots of old friends. Men from back in his own uni days that had moved on to other places that he hadn’t seen in years.”

And of course there were even older friends. From when he was younger than she was now. But those were even more distant than his uni friends. And there were old colleagues. Ones who’d gone to other schools to teach, or had walked away from teaching like he had. There were so many people her father had met in his life, and it was hard for even her to say who were friends and who weren’t, who were the people he’d kept in touch with, and who were the ones he’d trusted enough with this thing that he hadn’t trusted her with while he was alive.

“There’s a pile of letters,” she said turning around and bringing a little tray over with everything they’d need for tea for a while. “It wouldn’t hurt to take a read through them to see what kind of relationship they had. Decerne which one of them might be the most trusted of them.”

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Rebeca smiled and laughed a little. “Call it what you like,” she said. “Doesn’t make much difference to me.” She looked over her shoulder at her father and gave him a little wave. “I’m going to see her out.” He just nodded and went back to whatever it was he was doing before they arrived.

She stepped past Estella, but didn’t walk too far ahead of her either and waited for her to turn around and follow her out of the ship. Before they parted ways, she stopped and smiled at the other girl. “Truly, thank you,” she said with a smile. “We’ll be certain to recommend you to anyone for your professionalism.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

Helena smiled at the sound of bolts swishing past her and finding home in the thin flesh of the enemy. It was nice knowing that those with ranged weapons were good shots. Not that she'd doubted Althalus’s abilities any. But she had the advantage of growing up with stories of him being told to her. He was almost the same age as her father after all.

She on the other hand, didn't have the range the other's had. She couldn't throw as accurately from as far away. So she had to get closer. Which was not something that she was particularly excited about. She did not relish the idea of getting in that close to basically the living dead.

“Well time to go die,” she sighed, more to herself than anyone around her. She left the others, somewhat, striking out on a wider arc and coming at some of the outliers who seemed at least mostly weapon free. She stepped lightly, avoiding drawing attention to herself for the most part. Though once she was somewhat close enough, a head did turn in her direction. She slowed, taking a firm hold of her blade before tossing it at the shambling creature, missing the face that she’d aimed for and instead hit something below, towards the chest. Which seemed to do nothing but piss it off and have it fully change direction towards her.

“Well fuck me,” she groaned, reaching for her other blade easily, taking her time this time. She did not want to become food.

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

“She’ll only be napping for a little while,” Bea shrugged shifting her bag a little bit as they headed down the poorly lit hallway. But she supposed th at they could set up there and if Ms. Mortimer became annoying, they could move up to her room with the door open. She only tended to walk by often then instead of hover and try to interject it every little thing.

“I suppose we'll just have to see how things are when we get there.”

She was silent for a moment, thinking back to make sure that there wasn't anything that she forgotten to tell him about. She knew she'd not felt particularly nervous or like she was being watched. But she was distracted with finals and this whole craziness. So maybe she just missed them. But she doubted that greatly. “No. I don't think so. Everything seemed the same as it was before. No new people or lurking shadows.”

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Rebeca shook her head firmly at the girl’s resistance. “In America, it is customary to tip delivery staff,” she said with another smile. “And while this may not be America, I'm still American. So I'm going to tip you and you can take it here or I can go make a big stink of it with your boss.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lips pursed some. “I guess if you rather, think of it as a consultant's fee. If you're right or wrong, doesn't matter. You offered advice, even if poorly received.” She wasn't about to let it go so easily it seemed, and her father and captain standing a few feet behind didn't seem inclined to stop her insistence either.

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

“Ms. Mortimer can…” she started, sighing. She was frustrated with the old woman at the moment. Especially when it came to Roger calling. Had he not proved himself enough that she could let him come in without Bea having to deal with the complaining from her for days after. “It'll be fine. We'll just leave the door open if we need to. It isn't like we're going to be up to anything compromising.” This was stated factually, not like she thought the idea silly. Just that they wouldn’t be doing anything but working.

After another hour or so of looking, and Bea chatting on about her theories of who the letter could have come through, she decided that they probably had all they needed for now abs began to gather up the piles together to head back to get rooms where they could work in a bit more comfort.

“Hopefully,” she started, packing all the loose papers up into one of her school bags, leaving the folders and anything self contained for Roger to deal with. “Everyone will be out of the house and Ms. Mortimer will be taking an afternoon nap so we can get you up without too much drama.”

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Rebeca watched the exchange and raised a eyebrow up at Frederick's attitude. He had on occasion been rather...sexist with her. She was used to it, used to being treated like she was nothing more than a pretty face and had no brains in her head. But that never made it alright. And it certainly didn’t make it alright when he was rude to Estella. She had only been trying to help, nothing more. And it was something that she didn’t have to do at all.

“Come on,” she said to Estella with a sigh, taking the other girl by the elbow and bringing her swiftly out of the engine room. Once they were out of earshot she slowed a little and let go of her elbow. “I'm sorry for the way he acted,” she said with a sigh. “He's not normally so...pigish. His eyes might linger, but he typically keeps his trap shut.”

She lead her along to the bridge, instead of out of the ship. “Just gotta take a quick detour,” she said by way of explanation. When she made it there, she stuck her head in and took a look around before heading in. “Ah glad you're here, Daddy,” she said to tall man who looked rather like her.

He turned to her, having obviously just gotten in. He looked confused as he looked from her to Estella behind her. But he didn't say anything right away.

“This is Captain Axford,” Rebeca said to Estella. Just in case the girl needed to see her father again. Their mechanic might not stay, but her father would die on the Valkyrie. She flounced over to him and had a quickly whispered conversation with him.

He looked between his daughter and Estella before nodding his head in agreement. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his billfold. He pulled out a few bills and handed them over to Rebeca, who came back over to Estella, giving her the cash.

“A tip,” she said with a sweet smile. “For dealing with...you know, that.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

Her eyes drifted over the crumbling facades of the town, noting that it looked even worse for wear than some of the worst slums from back home. She'd of course heard rumors about here. Who hadn't? But seeing it was something else. This was...indescribable almost.

The man in the center of the town caught her attention and she felt herself tensing already, drawing a blade easily into her hand. The worn handle felt like a comfort to her and her father’s comforting voice filled her thoughts. No words, just the soft rumbling tones of his voice like she remembered from when she was very little and she would lay with her head on his chest and he'd talk to her.

That comfort was enough to stall any panic that might have risen up in her chest. She was still cautiously looking forward, still on alert for an sudden danger, but she wasn't panicked either. And because of that, as she caught the motion of the shambling forms further back, she didn't jump into direct action.

"Up ahead," she said to those who were nearest her so they saw as well and prepared themselves for the slow trodden threat.