Now here's the plot: Amen is actually horribly, flamboyantly gay. His entire crew is staffed by women in disguise due to his strangely sensitive nature, and he's trying to recruit a man to fall in love with.
Sound fair?
Sound fair?
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Oh gods, I'm honestly surprised Amen's advice actually worked on Rys. Sorry if it was a bit early for him to pull the gun out on that one!
Also, those dangerous shoulder touches.
Also, those dangerous shoulder touches.
Aetheria was at her desk again as the pair of hooligans reentered - they were far too old for this sort of inconsistent care taking to be convenient anymore. If it hadn't been for the conversation with Livia earlier, she'd had told them both they were kicked out because they were disrespecting her and the campus' charity.
As of now though, she tolerated it. "There is. Down that hallway to the left. Help yourself." She gave a look towards her actual patient suggesting that she wasn't going along with her. "You're late, but come on. I want to check on you."
Walking towards a room with a small bed on it, the white mage pointed towards the examination mattress indicating the girl should lay down. "Take off your shirt, I'm going to look to see how things are progressing and try a bit more of my healing myself."
The cat boy toughness faded a bit as he looked into the strange creature's eyes before him - he got the feeling something was wrong with this girl, especially given that rather lethal and nasty looking set of teeth that was going across her mouth. For a couple of seconds, the cat boy examined and remained eerily still until his opponent decided to pounce towards him. The cat boy had cat-like reflexes and dodged to the side with just a bit of difficulty. With a little bit of the pride he had left, he seemed ready to turn around and perhaps negotiate with this strange lizard.
Just as he finished turning around though, the second pounce slammed into his chest tossing the pair of them down onto the ground. The two of them tumbled for a bit from the tackle, but any contest of strength would quickly be won by Ritsa as the cat boy looked up a little scared.
The noble woman sitting on the bench stood up some time during their confrontation, able to sense her familiar's fear rising - what had gone from fun and games had quickly become a bit more violent. Josette quickly ran over with her staff, pointing it at the familiar in front of her. "H-hey! Stop that!"
If someone - or something decided to hurt her dear Bastien they'd have hell to pay. She'd practically been the cat's mother. She fired a shield spell between Bastien and Ritsa, separating the two of them rather forcefully as Bastien was pushed into the ground and Ritsa would find herself flung away by several feet and landing on her behind rather suddenly.
"Bastien, are you alright?" The cat boy nodded, still a little stunned and slightly frightened of that threatening row of teeth. Josette gave her cat a quick pat on the head, and then approached the figure that had tackled her familiar.
Looking over to the culprit she quickly looked between her neck and wrist, where there were no obvious markings of who owned this lizard. Which meant either their caretaker was the demon standing idly on the sidelines, the crimson haired girl in the jungle gym, or one of those irresponsible liberals who tried to pretend that familiars had the exact same mindsets as humans and didn't need special care or discipline. Or maybe they were just a stray.
Either way, without someone obvious to report this incident to she'd have to take care of it with the girl herself.
"Hey. Stray. Or whatever. I don't know who you are, but just because you have a frightening row of teeth and are tough because doesn't mean you can bully and claim the playground for yourself." Josette's hand within her purple and yellow cloak already had a protection spell ready in case something went horribly wrong. The girls' eyes drifted towards the pink haired and crimson haired girl. "Neither of you two is her master, right?"
Fia simply shook her head silently, not doing anything else.
Still not receptive to joking or messing around? The captain decided to deal with the problem in front of him before the pair returned to the ship.
Backing off to a short distance, the captain gave a slight smirk for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes at the newest member of his crew. Amentuankh assumed the most bland, tough guy, monotone grunting voice he could manage. "I'm new crew member. I lurk in dark corner. Broody and bloodthirsty. I never discuss past. I don't talk to fellow crew, I simply glare angrily at sea."
His mocking finished, Amen gave Rys a slightly more genuine and helpful smile along with a small pat on the shoulder. "Look, kid. Listen up cause I'm not saying it again. We're all glad ya don't whine and bitch, certainly. But while being tough might get some respect, sure ... but being likable will keep ya alive. The guy you stabbed? Carpus? Tough as bronze, sure ... but he had the charisma of a dying slug, and look at how enthusiastic we were to avenge him."
The galley and other crew members were upon them now, so the conversation was wrapped up. It was all Amen had to discuss anyways - it only seemed responsible to give advice to the newer crew members, but they weren't babies. Rys would learn or die. "Hey, Epizelos! Slaves finished loading the cargo?"
A middle aged man worn by many years at the sea didn't even bother to look in Amen's direction, instead responding as he worked on double checking the inventory. "Course, Amentuankh. We said eastwards again ...?" As Amen approached, the pair entered into a more quiet conversation over a small map as some of the slaves and crew finished those final preparations.
Rys would find themselves on the deck of the galley, with most of the slaves chained in place by the oars and the vast majority of the cargo loaded in. Near the back of the ship Amen was in conversation with the older Epizelos as they looked over the map. A younger crewmember - maybe sixteen at most - was helping prepare the sails he climbed up the mast with his lighter body. If Rys had bothered to pay attention, she'd possibly recognize him as Ahirom, a Phoenician.
At the front of the ship were three pirates in their twenties and thirties - some of the more warrior like ones based on what Rys had likely seen. Sidon was a pretty Phoenician in his mid twenties, bragging to his older brother Balthasar (whos most notable characteristic was the long scar going down his right arm) and Neriad a deadly spear wielder from the kingdom of Judea - who most notably worshiped a strange god periodically. Although there wasn't a lot of room on a ship for privacy, to the right of their discussion was a nice spot where the side of the ship lent a bit of shade where one could take a nap. What would Rys do?
Backing off to a short distance, the captain gave a slight smirk for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes at the newest member of his crew. Amentuankh assumed the most bland, tough guy, monotone grunting voice he could manage. "I'm new crew member. I lurk in dark corner. Broody and bloodthirsty. I never discuss past. I don't talk to fellow crew, I simply glare angrily at sea."
His mocking finished, Amen gave Rys a slightly more genuine and helpful smile along with a small pat on the shoulder. "Look, kid. Listen up cause I'm not saying it again. We're all glad ya don't whine and bitch, certainly. But while being tough might get some respect, sure ... but being likable will keep ya alive. The guy you stabbed? Carpus? Tough as bronze, sure ... but he had the charisma of a dying slug, and look at how enthusiastic we were to avenge him."
The galley and other crew members were upon them now, so the conversation was wrapped up. It was all Amen had to discuss anyways - it only seemed responsible to give advice to the newer crew members, but they weren't babies. Rys would learn or die. "Hey, Epizelos! Slaves finished loading the cargo?"
A middle aged man worn by many years at the sea didn't even bother to look in Amen's direction, instead responding as he worked on double checking the inventory. "Course, Amentuankh. We said eastwards again ...?" As Amen approached, the pair entered into a more quiet conversation over a small map as some of the slaves and crew finished those final preparations.
Rys would find themselves on the deck of the galley, with most of the slaves chained in place by the oars and the vast majority of the cargo loaded in. Near the back of the ship Amen was in conversation with the older Epizelos as they looked over the map. A younger crewmember - maybe sixteen at most - was helping prepare the sails he climbed up the mast with his lighter body. If Rys had bothered to pay attention, she'd possibly recognize him as Ahirom, a Phoenician.
At the front of the ship were three pirates in their twenties and thirties - some of the more warrior like ones based on what Rys had likely seen. Sidon was a pretty Phoenician in his mid twenties, bragging to his older brother Balthasar (whos most notable characteristic was the long scar going down his right arm) and Neriad a deadly spear wielder from the kingdom of Judea - who most notably worshiped a strange god periodically. Although there wasn't a lot of room on a ship for privacy, to the right of their discussion was a nice spot where the side of the ship lent a bit of shade where one could take a nap. What would Rys do?
Sicily had everything a pirate could possibly want. It was settled just enough that one could find partners to exchange news with and trade with without running into the law. But more importantly, it had a prime location. To the north of the Sicilian harbor was the Etruscan Leauge, the rising city of Rome, and other small time chiefdoms that dotted the boot-like peninsula. To the West were Carthage and the Phoenician settlements on Sardinia. To the East was the Greater Mediterranean.
Today they sailed east. Amentuankh had enjoyed his respite in alcohol, jewelry, and some of their captured girls but his business here was finished. Slaves and cargo had been sold to merchants who didn't ask where such things came from, the crew was rested, and the more mundane supplies restocked. Each and every day the Egyptian stayed in this haven was a day where he wasn't making money. Sure, he worked under the Greek bastard Alkestis who technically owned the ship, but aside from a share in the profits the self styled 'King of the Sea' didn't ask for much.
Returning to the galley to Amentuankh was like returning to home. Unlike some of the larger warships some maritime states could afford, the galley he worked with only had a single sail and a one and a half rows of oars partially recessed into the deck. The ship was light, though, and more importantly fast. Looking around, he noticed most of the crew had already returned aboard - though a brief look to his right showed the face of one of the prettier crew members - for a second, Amen tried to remember his name. Looked a little roman, though some features reminded Amen of his homeland ... If he was like some of the more greek members of the crew he might make an offer. They'd practically jumped to join the pirate crew during their last fight on the sea ... and decent with a sword the time he'd fought almost immediately afterwards. Or enthusiastic, at least.
Oh right, Rys. "Rys! Enjoy your stay here? Ready to set out on the sea once again?" The well jeweled 'captain' slapped his arm around the man's shoulder, rings briefly grasping the mans bone briefly and somewhat affectionately - or domineeringly, depending on who you asked. "Or are you already missing home?"
Today they sailed east. Amentuankh had enjoyed his respite in alcohol, jewelry, and some of their captured girls but his business here was finished. Slaves and cargo had been sold to merchants who didn't ask where such things came from, the crew was rested, and the more mundane supplies restocked. Each and every day the Egyptian stayed in this haven was a day where he wasn't making money. Sure, he worked under the Greek bastard Alkestis who technically owned the ship, but aside from a share in the profits the self styled 'King of the Sea' didn't ask for much.
Returning to the galley to Amentuankh was like returning to home. Unlike some of the larger warships some maritime states could afford, the galley he worked with only had a single sail and a one and a half rows of oars partially recessed into the deck. The ship was light, though, and more importantly fast. Looking around, he noticed most of the crew had already returned aboard - though a brief look to his right showed the face of one of the prettier crew members - for a second, Amen tried to remember his name. Looked a little roman, though some features reminded Amen of his homeland ... If he was like some of the more greek members of the crew he might make an offer. They'd practically jumped to join the pirate crew during their last fight on the sea ... and decent with a sword the time he'd fought almost immediately afterwards. Or enthusiastic, at least.
Oh right, Rys. "Rys! Enjoy your stay here? Ready to set out on the sea once again?" The well jeweled 'captain' slapped his arm around the man's shoulder, rings briefly grasping the mans bone briefly and somewhat affectionately - or domineeringly, depending on who you asked. "Or are you already missing home?"
Isabella would hear the screams in the background again, along with the crashing of stone upon the ground. The edges of her vision would seem confused - as if her surroundings were suddenly in some ... temple? It'd probably be slightly disorienting, but she'd feel her body move more appropriately as she swung and Valiant would even light up a bit. As the blade connected with the statue, the area where the wing connected to the main body shattered into a thousand pieces as the blade cut unevenly through the hard rock.
It was probably a bit odd to hear no screech or cry of pain as the stone object tumbled on the ground past her still going forward with its previous motion. The bird flapped its remaining wing once as it raised up off the ground, using it as a sort of leg as it almost comically began to hobble towards Isabella in hopes of getting some sort of blow in.
It was probably a bit odd to hear no screech or cry of pain as the stone object tumbled on the ground past her still going forward with its previous motion. The bird flapped its remaining wing once as it raised up off the ground, using it as a sort of leg as it almost comically began to hobble towards Isabella in hopes of getting some sort of blow in.
It should be noted that blank areas on this map aren't necessarily unpopulated, but rather that they don't have a significant prescence of civilization. Towns and such may still exist.
As Isabella dodged to the side, the bird's lunge went far past her, landing just a few feet behind those currently working on the door. Given that the two of them weren't surprised, they would likely be able to back off or at least raise a weapon in self defense. The stone bird seemed to contemplate its targets, this time preparing to approach Isabella a bit more slowly. Valiant's voice would enter the Princess' mind once more with a hint of urgency.
"Your Highness, I advise you swing at your enemies."
The bird seemed to start leaning backwards for a pounce again, this time going a bit more slowly (but controlled) towards the target that had previously dodged.
"Your Highness, I advise you swing at your enemies."
The bird seemed to start leaning backwards for a pounce again, this time going a bit more slowly (but controlled) towards the target that had previously dodged.
The cat looked at Ritsa as she landed, a little stunned for a moment. But after a second or two, the girl grinned excitedly. Was a lizard challenging him against this ... bird smelling thing? Why was the bird smelling thing hers to begin with? "Pretty red - She's yours? Hmph. I doubt that. She smells too nice for that." However Fia backed away from the pair a bit, sliding up the jungle gym for a couple moments as if getting to a safer location. As for the cat boy, he leaned down slightly as if he was ready to pounce or dodge.
The dog girl was still running, and a brief glance from Lyssa would reveal that she was by her owner 'protecting' her from the evil, scary hydra that had been chasing her.
Otille Kohler
Otille blushed more as Cocoa insisted ... maybe that was the right thing to do? She supposed she could take one of the buckets on the side of the pool. After all, it seemed like her familiar was in pain and that was somewhat her responsibility, right? She didn't want Cocoa to suffer while she was gone on a date. "I ... I guess so."
It wouldn't be too bad just once, right? Even if she wasn't supposed to?
Otille got out of the water, pulling Cocoa lightly after her as she collected a bucket. "M-make you-yourself comfortable. I-I'll get started when you are." It would be obvious and apparent that the naked mage was both nervous, embarrassed, and slightly confused about how this would go.
As Tripps' body landed on the ground, dying, the bird prepared to dive at Valora as she made herself available, but when Isabella drew Valiant the bird backed away, swiftly avoiding the group and landing some twenty feet in front of the princess, eyeing the blade - or perhaps the woman behind it - intensely, pausing for a moment of consideration.
Valiant's voice would enter the princesses mind. "Princess, remember that while I can aid you you still must be the one moving." The light blue on the blade seemed to glow slightly, drawing more of the bird's attention. The bird lowered slightly, as if preparing to pounce. Then with a flap of its wings, the statue launched forward with its beak aiming for the princesses throat.
Valiant's voice would enter the princesses mind. "Princess, remember that while I can aid you you still must be the one moving." The light blue on the blade seemed to glow slightly, drawing more of the bird's attention. The bird lowered slightly, as if preparing to pounce. Then with a flap of its wings, the statue launched forward with its beak aiming for the princesses throat.
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