Sorry I've been pretty busy. I should be able to post sometime later today.
Rekaigan
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Rolling Sushi
STATUS: I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something. 3 yrs ago
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I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.
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Katyusha slowly awoke to the sound of a stuttering AI and some angry speech, her eyes opening groggily. It took her a moment to rub her eyes and fully grasp the current situation. She was in an escape pod. Any engineer worth their salt would know the interior of any official vehicle within moments of observation, however her situation only brought forth questions. What happened back on Faren V? Where were they now? Fortunately, two of the five aboard the pod were awake and it would seem that she was the only human in here.. Not that it bothered her too much, although the aggressive speech she heard from the Halion was disconcerting as many had said.
As much as she wanted to explain what vessel they were on, she knew that it would be unwise of her to interrupt the Halion's barrage of questions. Undoing her restraints, Katyusha immediately went searching for Dimitri, her robotic companion. As luck would have it, the drone was in hibernation mode underneath her seat. She breathed a small sigh of relief, but made no attempt to reactivate the drone since there was no need to awaken a 3ft tall surveyor in such a small pod. Instead of saying anything, the engineer decided to investigate the internal systems of the pod, opening a small console in the wall near the cockpit. Hopefully she could find what was causing the problems with the AI and perhaps any other problems with the pod itself.
As much as she wanted to explain what vessel they were on, she knew that it would be unwise of her to interrupt the Halion's barrage of questions. Undoing her restraints, Katyusha immediately went searching for Dimitri, her robotic companion. As luck would have it, the drone was in hibernation mode underneath her seat. She breathed a small sigh of relief, but made no attempt to reactivate the drone since there was no need to awaken a 3ft tall surveyor in such a small pod. Instead of saying anything, the engineer decided to investigate the internal systems of the pod, opening a small console in the wall near the cockpit. Hopefully she could find what was causing the problems with the AI and perhaps any other problems with the pod itself.
In the back of her mind, she was glad that R'Ornn wasn't getting upset at her for her actions. The songstress gave him a warm smile in return as she continued to pat him on the head. Most people would find this rather demeaning but she was glad that he didn't seem to think so. The booming voice of the Captain rang out so loudly that Alya almost had to cup her sensitive ears. There were perks to having sensitive hearing, but sometimes it was just downright unhelpful. As the group made their way onto the ship and around it, Alya felt the sea breeze as the ship left the dock. Getting up and leaning on the ship rail, she watched as the ship cut through the water, the waves splashing against the hull. This was her first time crossing the ocean, it's waters were nothing like the serene lakes back home. She likened the tides of the ocean to the energetic drum beats of the forest elves, whom she had the honor to perform for only a few moons ago.. But for now, she wanted to play something to calm her quickened heart, the excitement of the voyage was a little too much for her naturally weak body. An exaggeration for sure.
As the light of day became shrouded by the black clouds, Alya shivered slightly as she played. The skies of the Lightless realm seemed more like a never-ending storm. For now, she decided to stop playing and seek refuge below deck. By that time, she, along with the others had eaten their meals or had retired somewhere else. Seemingly like a nightly ritual, Alya would clean and maintain her instrument to make sure it wasn't warped or cracked. Of course, a flute made of enchanted wood would never do such a thing, but it had been a habit of hers since she was young. As she brought out the flute, she suddenly lost all control of her body, her muscles becoming slack. Her small body fell from the chair, making a 'thud' sound against the wooden floor. Everything faded to black.
The waves soaked her legs as it lapped the shore. A cold, lonesome feeling washed over her as she regained consciousness. She slowly sat up, the wet sand clinging to her. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but the lack of light of the least of her worries. In a panic, she patted herself down searching for her flute. Her hand felt the warhorn that dangled from her hip, but she couldn't find the flute. Her gaze darted around the beach frantically, her breath becoming short. She couldn't afford to lose something so important. Unclipping the horn from her belt, she quickly cleaned the sand out of it and blew into it. The warhorn bellowed loudly, it's sound echoing across the beach.
Something began to glow a few yards away from her. The songstress smiled as she quickly stood up, starting towards the glow. The wet sand hindered her movement as did the remaining sedative that coursed through her body, but she made it to what looked like a glowing stick poking out of the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief as she plucked her flute out of the sand, cleaning it with the small waves that came in. With a rough blow, the remaining sand flew out of the instrument. Alya looked at her surroundings once more, realizing that she had lost all of her belongings outside of her instruments, but such things weren't as important. She wondered if the others had also survived. She hoped so.
She listened intently. Voices were being carried in the wind. Perhaps they had heard her horn? Should she stay put in that case..? She didn't really have much choice in the matter as her panic attack subsided, the drug still quite strong. Her legs slowly gave in, forcing her to sit on the sand once more. Hopefully someone heard her. Maybe. If not, she'll just have to wait for her body to have the strength to move once more.
As the light of day became shrouded by the black clouds, Alya shivered slightly as she played. The skies of the Lightless realm seemed more like a never-ending storm. For now, she decided to stop playing and seek refuge below deck. By that time, she, along with the others had eaten their meals or had retired somewhere else. Seemingly like a nightly ritual, Alya would clean and maintain her instrument to make sure it wasn't warped or cracked. Of course, a flute made of enchanted wood would never do such a thing, but it had been a habit of hers since she was young. As she brought out the flute, she suddenly lost all control of her body, her muscles becoming slack. Her small body fell from the chair, making a 'thud' sound against the wooden floor. Everything faded to black.
The waves soaked her legs as it lapped the shore. A cold, lonesome feeling washed over her as she regained consciousness. She slowly sat up, the wet sand clinging to her. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but the lack of light of the least of her worries. In a panic, she patted herself down searching for her flute. Her hand felt the warhorn that dangled from her hip, but she couldn't find the flute. Her gaze darted around the beach frantically, her breath becoming short. She couldn't afford to lose something so important. Unclipping the horn from her belt, she quickly cleaned the sand out of it and blew into it. The warhorn bellowed loudly, it's sound echoing across the beach.
Something began to glow a few yards away from her. The songstress smiled as she quickly stood up, starting towards the glow. The wet sand hindered her movement as did the remaining sedative that coursed through her body, but she made it to what looked like a glowing stick poking out of the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief as she plucked her flute out of the sand, cleaning it with the small waves that came in. With a rough blow, the remaining sand flew out of the instrument. Alya looked at her surroundings once more, realizing that she had lost all of her belongings outside of her instruments, but such things weren't as important. She wondered if the others had also survived. She hoped so.
She listened intently. Voices were being carried in the wind. Perhaps they had heard her horn? Should she stay put in that case..? She didn't really have much choice in the matter as her panic attack subsided, the drug still quite strong. Her legs slowly gave in, forcing her to sit on the sand once more. Hopefully someone heard her. Maybe. If not, she'll just have to wait for her body to have the strength to move once more.
Cheers! I might do that. @2plus2isnot5
I also like IC how one character is like "Don't pet meh!" and then the immediate post after, gets petted. Meanwhile, everyone else's personalities are showing through like a freaking rainbow out there! (Which is good.)
"Alya is not a totally attentive person"
The songstress felt the gazes of the others come and go as she played her flute. In the background she heard the others complain and shout about Fiers among other things, their voices seeming to be murmurs as if they were far away. She could feel her magicks ebb and flow as she played, perhaps everyone was feeling a little disgruntled by her emotions? Or perhaps more annoyed by Fiers constant antics?
"Just one second."
The words seemed to pierce through the music that filled her ears. Taking the flute away from her lips, the soft tunes faded, the magic of song disappearing with it. She breathed out a soft, inaudible sigh as Fiers' continued to speak boorishly as Reignald asked for everyone's attention. R'Ornn's sudden outburst made her jump in surprised. She never expected such a small body to have such a powerful voice. As he covered himself in the coil of rope, Alya quietly stepped over to him, crouching down next to the Savolin. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her hand out, patting his head gently. She felt a little guilty now. Perhaps she should stop playing music on such a whim? Of course she'd never remember such a thing.
"Just one second."
The words seemed to pierce through the music that filled her ears. Taking the flute away from her lips, the soft tunes faded, the magic of song disappearing with it. She breathed out a soft, inaudible sigh as Fiers' continued to speak boorishly as Reignald asked for everyone's attention. R'Ornn's sudden outburst made her jump in surprised. She never expected such a small body to have such a powerful voice. As he covered himself in the coil of rope, Alya quietly stepped over to him, crouching down next to the Savolin. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her hand out, patting his head gently. She felt a little guilty now. Perhaps she should stop playing music on such a whim? Of course she'd never remember such a thing.
Claiming Lancer, fuck you
Unlike some Bards, Song Weavers tended to let loose their emotions within their music rather than just playing music to make money. Alya was no exception to this. The thought of the expedition weighed on her mind, a sense of loneliness and hesitance could be felt in her songs. Such heartfelt tones brought most, if not all of her listeners to tears as she played her sombre ballad. Until now, Alya hadn't actually been a part of anything concerning the Virtuous Company, outside of performing at banquets as a representative. She wondered why she was chosen for this expedition into the Lightless realm, but hopefully the answer may find her soon. For now, she waited until the time came for the group to gather onto the ship.
Flute in hand and satchel slung across her body, she made her way to the docks in the morning, her hand fiddling with the wooden instrument. She wasn't afraid of seafaring, but she wasn't terribly experienced in it either, which set her a little on edge. It would seem that her companions, especially the Savolin, were quite excited for this expedition though which seemed.. normal for their profession in the Company. She had heard Fiers' shouting earlier about 'Pirates', but of course there were none to be seen. No matter how well that bard masked his voice, she could tell that it was him, and it was quite funny to say the least. She couldn't help but smile slightly in amusement as Reignald responded to Fiers' jeers. What she didn't quite expect was an Orc to be joining them, a smelly one at that; then again, she didn't really know most of these people aside from their names and general mannerisms. Although Alya had taken her letter, she kept it rolled up, deciding to read it later.
Common courtesy was something that had been drilled into her from when she was young, so naturally she gave everyone a small bow in greeting before finding a place to set down her belongings. Whether or not it was a good time to play a song mattered not to Alya. Softly, she began to play as the waves crashed against the ship and shore, her gaze looking out upon the water.
Flute in hand and satchel slung across her body, she made her way to the docks in the morning, her hand fiddling with the wooden instrument. She wasn't afraid of seafaring, but she wasn't terribly experienced in it either, which set her a little on edge. It would seem that her companions, especially the Savolin, were quite excited for this expedition though which seemed.. normal for their profession in the Company. She had heard Fiers' shouting earlier about 'Pirates', but of course there were none to be seen. No matter how well that bard masked his voice, she could tell that it was him, and it was quite funny to say the least. She couldn't help but smile slightly in amusement as Reignald responded to Fiers' jeers. What she didn't quite expect was an Orc to be joining them, a smelly one at that; then again, she didn't really know most of these people aside from their names and general mannerisms. Although Alya had taken her letter, she kept it rolled up, deciding to read it later.
Common courtesy was something that had been drilled into her from when she was young, so naturally she gave everyone a small bow in greeting before finding a place to set down her belongings. Whether or not it was a good time to play a song mattered not to Alya. Softly, she began to play as the waves crashed against the ship and shore, her gaze looking out upon the water.
Matsuko grimaced at the thought and sight of the soup. There was only so much someone could take before getting sick of flavoured water. She nodded eagerly as Tafui suggested they go hunt for supplies. A hearty meal was in order! "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go~!" She responded happily, patting the pommels of her blades. Some might think Matsuko was acting differently from her usual, but this kind of expression only came about when food was the subject. And of course, since it's Tafui, she's always willing to help out.
It wasn't long before the pair encountered boars.. Nice meaty.. Fat boars. Matsuko licked her lips as she drew her blades, charging through one of them with <Accel Fang> before beginning her <Deadly Dance>. A flurry of blades sliced and diced the boar, but she was careful enough to keep it alive for Tafui to gut. Her attacks aggro-ed the 2nd boar; it charged at her immediately, ramming her in the back and sending her tumbling into the grass. She quickly recovered from the blow, getting to her feet and immediately stabbing the Dancer's Shadow into the boar. Matsuko quickly retreated back slightly before leaping into the air, performing <Dancer's Dive>, driving the blade through the boar and out the other side, pinning it to a tree.
"It's lunchtime, Tafui~!" She said excitedly.
It would seem that Yeva was suddenly the 'go-to' gal for information on what to do in a situation like this. Naturally people trusted a Darbinian to know what to do at all times. Unfortunately for them, Yeva was still a greenhorn among such a family, but not so inexperienced that she had no idea how to proceed.
Gunsmiths were known for their skills with handicrafts... This also included sleight of hand. With a quick movement Yeva leaned forward, acting like a drunkard, and snatched the blue stone as the pirate sauntered passed them, pocketing it hopefully before anyone could notice. With the stone in pocket, it was high time to leave. The lion-man had begun his rampage and such a distraction boded well for them. She glanced at Hayden and the.. woman, tapping the side of her nose and giving them a smirk. There was no 'secret' door in this tavern. None that she knew of. There was a closed skylight above them, but getting to that was a chore in itself and it would attract too much attention.
Cellars tend to lead nowhere, especially in taverns. The only time a cellar would lead somewhere is if the place was run by someone Underground.. Which wouldn't be the more farfetched thing in this neck of the woods, but prying eyes and enemies lurked everywhere. Trust no-one.
The gunsmith got up from her stool and slowly started toward the tavern's main entrance, simply weaving passed the scatter chairs, bodies, and tables. Her hand still on her pistol, ready to draw.
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