"He didn't do much, it's fine." Though Ezekiel could feel that the earth dragon more than likely drew blood with his claws, it wasn't too bad. He gave a curt nod upon the dragon's suggestion, "Of course, my Lord." Truth be told, he didn't have too much confidence in the small dragon to carry out what he set to do. Rushing into an enemy's area with absolutely no plan wasn't the best way to approach things. Still, if Draken was telling him to stay in the church it either meant that it wouldn't be a complete disaster, or he was trying to teach a lesson to Chu.
The priest watched the girl as she pleaded with his god. So, this dragon was her god? He wondered where she was from. It was weird, how there were temples dedicated to dragons over the lands, yet he had minimal, if at all any, communication with them. Maybe he should start talking to some, soon. But for the near future Ezekiel was far too busy to dig into the affairs of other churches, and he figured that he would only have more work to deal with in the wake of this event. He turned his attention to Draken as he worked on the dragon, and watched him as he stood up. They were doing something, but it wasn't his place to ask what that was.
"Where do you hail from?" He turned his attention back to the girl, looking directly at her, with an expression that was neutral to him but many others considered intimidating.
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merry holidays everyone o:
I should have a post up tonight, but I'm still drawing christmas presents for friends (love the infinite joys of being a poor artist) so it might come tomorrow.
I should have a post up tonight, but I'm still drawing christmas presents for friends (love the infinite joys of being a poor artist) so it might come tomorrow.
Alright, that clears things up, thanks guys :>
By this time, a few of the orphans had come out to see what all the mess was about. Their faces, showing various shades of fear, showed that they regretted it, the three of them sticking close together throughout the ordeal.
Though he would have liked a warning before the small dragon decided to jump off of him, at least there wouldn't be marks on his shoulder like on his back. Ezekiel found himself insulted at Chu's remarks to Draken. He still refused to get directly involved in the argument, but the soul-burning glare he shot the smaller showed his opinion on the matter better than words could have. But he did appreciate the shot the earth dragon took at the hunters, and despite himself found himself grinning.
When the elder dragon summoned sprites to fix his church, Ezekiel straightened his posture, pressing his hands together in front of his chest in gratitude and delight. How wonderful of Draken to do that. "I thank you Exalted One, your generosity knows no bounds, may your supreme glory live on eternally." Said more as a prayer for gratitude, as with his own schedule and the schedule of the church it would have taken awhile to get everything properly repaired. He watched the girl as she gave a peace offering to the dragon. She acted so casual towards him, but didn't seem to be a dragon herself. Was there something about her? He would have to ask about her. Considering she came in with the dragons and could act such a way to his god, it was possible that she could be a prophet.
He listened to what Draken had to say to the human, and nodded in agreement. He usually carried at least a knife on him and would defend himself from a hunter if needed, but at the moment unnecessary violence would be well to be avoided.
"Do you need me to go, my Lord?" He had never tried it before, but he was fairly confident he could keep up with a couple of compact dragons if he needed to.
It was now that the small group in the back took a vote, and sent Florence skittering towards Ezekiel, grabbing his arm to stop from sliding down on the hard wood floor. She glanced over at Draken and the newcomer nervously, giving a polite smile and a bow before almost hiding behind her elder. "Is there a problem, Florence?" Ezekiel asked, his voice soft, glancing up at his others for a moment. "I, um, no, I mean..." The teen trailed off, shaking her head. "It can get weird around here sometimes so we tried to just put off the crashing, but yeah...Mattias got so scared I think he almost cried...He's still writing upstairs, though..." She laughed, in embarrassment more than anything. "I mean there isn't a problem, is there?"
"We'll talk later." Ezekiel almost immediately answered, turning his attention back to his lord. Seeing that the situation wasn't a landmine, the younger two children ran over to Ezekiel, huddling around him, the smallest hiding in his overcoat.
Though he would have liked a warning before the small dragon decided to jump off of him, at least there wouldn't be marks on his shoulder like on his back. Ezekiel found himself insulted at Chu's remarks to Draken. He still refused to get directly involved in the argument, but the soul-burning glare he shot the smaller showed his opinion on the matter better than words could have. But he did appreciate the shot the earth dragon took at the hunters, and despite himself found himself grinning.
When the elder dragon summoned sprites to fix his church, Ezekiel straightened his posture, pressing his hands together in front of his chest in gratitude and delight. How wonderful of Draken to do that. "I thank you Exalted One, your generosity knows no bounds, may your supreme glory live on eternally." Said more as a prayer for gratitude, as with his own schedule and the schedule of the church it would have taken awhile to get everything properly repaired. He watched the girl as she gave a peace offering to the dragon. She acted so casual towards him, but didn't seem to be a dragon herself. Was there something about her? He would have to ask about her. Considering she came in with the dragons and could act such a way to his god, it was possible that she could be a prophet.
He listened to what Draken had to say to the human, and nodded in agreement. He usually carried at least a knife on him and would defend himself from a hunter if needed, but at the moment unnecessary violence would be well to be avoided.
"Do you need me to go, my Lord?" He had never tried it before, but he was fairly confident he could keep up with a couple of compact dragons if he needed to.
It was now that the small group in the back took a vote, and sent Florence skittering towards Ezekiel, grabbing his arm to stop from sliding down on the hard wood floor. She glanced over at Draken and the newcomer nervously, giving a polite smile and a bow before almost hiding behind her elder. "Is there a problem, Florence?" Ezekiel asked, his voice soft, glancing up at his others for a moment. "I, um, no, I mean..." The teen trailed off, shaking her head. "It can get weird around here sometimes so we tried to just put off the crashing, but yeah...Mattias got so scared I think he almost cried...He's still writing upstairs, though..." She laughed, in embarrassment more than anything. "I mean there isn't a problem, is there?"
"We'll talk later." Ezekiel almost immediately answered, turning his attention back to his lord. Seeing that the situation wasn't a landmine, the younger two children ran over to Ezekiel, huddling around him, the smallest hiding in his overcoat.
Hey, I'm writing up a post now o:
I've noticed I use some of the orphans at the church as very minor NPCs, should I make character sheets for them or no?
I've noticed I use some of the orphans at the church as very minor NPCs, should I make character sheets for them or no?
Noticing Eisenhower down the hall, he stopped as she saluted him, giving her an acknowledging nod. Her being a human, he always found respect for her. Human culture being so prevalent, hailing from an ancient civilization couldn't compare with being directly from any human settlement. Most of his learned English had been from simply listing to native speakers talking. He listened to what she had to say, and slowly nodded. Pissed. Pavon'Echa had heard that slang before, but he needed to take a moment to think over the meaning again. Oh right, some sort of anger. Did he look angry? He would have to control his expressions better. In a moment Akhtar was calling down, agreeing with the woman. He shifted his demeanor, laughing softly, an exasperated tone of 'you don't know the half of it' hidden within.
As Skylar answered for him, Pavon immediately turned his attention to him. "Warden! Watch your mouth." Even as a joke, the captain didn't need vague threats going around. He didn't exactly appreciate the language, either. English was a good language, a pretty language; why waste it with such words? But he was right, somehow. Did Wardens have contract with intelligence? He sighed, "But yes, Intelligence is on board. It's a complicated situation. Do not go talking about this." Pavon was generally a kind man, good for pleasant company. But in the moments he was talking, he turned to a stoic, intimidating being - Something he was already well known for, and one of the reasons he could command respect.
In the next moment he relaxed, giving a polite smile. "Everyone is feeling fine, yes?" It was a general question, however he did glance over to Katrina specifically. His years of being a vagabond and traveling the stars had gotten him well used to the jump of ITS, and he knew many of the crew had also grown accustomed to it. Some people had more problems than others, and the major looked just a few shades off.
As Skylar answered for him, Pavon immediately turned his attention to him. "Warden! Watch your mouth." Even as a joke, the captain didn't need vague threats going around. He didn't exactly appreciate the language, either. English was a good language, a pretty language; why waste it with such words? But he was right, somehow. Did Wardens have contract with intelligence? He sighed, "But yes, Intelligence is on board. It's a complicated situation. Do not go talking about this." Pavon was generally a kind man, good for pleasant company. But in the moments he was talking, he turned to a stoic, intimidating being - Something he was already well known for, and one of the reasons he could command respect.
In the next moment he relaxed, giving a polite smile. "Everyone is feeling fine, yes?" It was a general question, however he did glance over to Katrina specifically. His years of being a vagabond and traveling the stars had gotten him well used to the jump of ITS, and he knew many of the crew had also grown accustomed to it. Some people had more problems than others, and the major looked just a few shades off.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside of Pavon’s day-cabin, as the crew prepared for the jump to ITS (Interstellar Travel Space). Responding to the steps, he stood up, walking up to the door and opening it, seeing the young ensign that stood, his fist raised as if he was going to knock. Quickly, seeing that if he was going to knock his fist was going to hit the chest of his superior, he stops and salutes. Pavon looked over the man in front of him, “At ease, officer,” he remarks with a nod, “Is there any trouble?”
The ensign lowers his salute, and shakes his head. “No, sir. However, your presence is requested in the hangar. Priority alpha.” He says, looking quite nervous about something. “Top secret.” “Thank you.” With that, the Captain dismissed the ensign, closing his door and walking to the hangar. What was it, now? He thought over various incidents happening in the galaxy, as well as thinking over happenings within the Forces. There were some things that he figured they would be dealing with one way or another eventually, but nothing requiring this much security surrounding it.
The hangar was filled with activity, electric forklifts moving around, crew securing cargo, dropships moving around, and one daring pilot using his craft to help maneuver some crates, moving the craft down while others moved around it, and ropes being attached to the crates beneath. The dropship then moved carefully to a corner of the hangar, laying down the behemoth of a crate with some others. What looked like a log flew into the hangar through one of the massive airlocks for the aircraft, however it was a troop transport, which was used in friendly space as it would be impractical and cumbersome in an actual battlefield, unless being used for invasions. As it passed through and landed carefully in a predetermined spot, another ship, this one a shuttle, flew in and landed in an open area, which was marked for crate storage. The hangar chief walked over angrily to the shuttle, waving his hands furiously, even though the shuttle was marked as ‘VIP’.
Pavon’Echa took a look around. He would never get over seeing the ship, his ship, in such a flurry of work and how wonderful it was. He took an interest upon the VIP-marked ship entering, and walked down to meet it. “For now, it is fine.” He mentioned to the chief. There were bigger things to worry about at the moment. The hangar chief was about to say something in protest, but he stopped himself, and nodded, quickly running over to the hooligan in the dropship, looking as if he would personally grab the ship and lower it onto the deck.
The shuttle’s main hatch began to ease open, and out stepped a lady with long, blonde hair, and sharp, red eyes. Her head turned to look around the busy hangar, and then her gaze finally rested upon Pavon. “Are you the captain?” The woman asks. She doesn’t bother to hold out her hand for shaking. Pavon gave a curt nod, “Yes. Captain Pavon’Echa-Dachan.” If the IAIF chose her for intimidation, they made a good decision. “Major Irona.” Irona says, her voice sounding unsatisfied about something, though it was not clear what. “Intelligence committee. How do you like your new ship, captain?” Irona, even though Pavon outranked her, was acting tough. “Seems like your hangar chief dislikes one of the pilots already.” Wonderful, Pavon thought, the intelligence committee was paying him a visit. “The Midnight Rain is wonderful, thank you.” He gave a polite smile. He shot the hangar chief a look that could melt souls, if only for a split second, before returning his attention to Irona. “Not everyone is agreeable, but it doesn’t interfere with the work.” Irona gives him a stern look, before nodding, and reaching behind her to pull out a suitcase. She held it in front of her. “Do you know what this is, Captain?”
“I cannot say I do, ma’am.” He almost wished he did, so at least he knew what was going on, and nothing would be sprung upon him.
“It is a suitcase, Pavon. Humans use it to carry items such as clothing if they are going on holiday, or are going to stay somewhere a while.” She gave it a little nudge, and the wheels extended from the bottom of it. “I’ve stored my clothing in here, as well as my personal effects.” Irona cocked her head. “Do you know what that means?” Her voice had turned into a purr, like one of a cat. She took off her duty hat, to reveal the ears of a cat. She stuffs the hat into her pocket. Pavon kept glancing over to the suitcase as she talked, remembering what one looked like. So, pretty much just a bag on wheels. Simple. To her question, he paused before nodding. “It means you will be staying with us, yes?”
Irona nods. “Correct. So, you better put a damn good show on while I’m here. Everything I see will be recorded.” She pulls on the handle. “Now, where is my room. Chop chop. Find me a fancy cabin.” She locks eyes with Pavon, as if a good cabin meant everything to her.
Pavon nodded once again. The day just kept getting better and better. He wanted to ask how long she would be staying, but then again it might just be better to go with it. “Of course.” As he led her out of the hangar, he did a quick mental rundown of the ship. Thinking of a suitable one, the Drozi led Irona to a cabin, first class, looking as if it came out of an old human design. “Would this be suitable?” He asked, bringing her in the room. Irona walks into the room, looking around. “Yes, it would.” Irona’s eyes rest back on Pavon. “Get the ship en route. And my visit is secret. Yes, the crew may know I am here if they see me, but you are not allowed to announce I am here.” With that, she walks to the door, and closes it.
Dismissed, Pavon moved to the bridge of the Midnight Rain. What a weird feeling, to be taking orders from someone lower than him. But Irona being on intelligence, he wasn’t about to complain. He checked the time - 19:50. He walked over to the intercom, “Currently, the time is 19:50. Once again, we will be departing for the star system Epsilon Hydrae at 20 hundred hours. Make sure all final preparations are made.” He had made an announcement much earlier in the day, but he’d rather be repetitive than have an accident. As the ten minutes passed, Pavon made his own preparations for interstellar travel, setting and fine tuning.
Within the ten minutes, at exactly 20:00 as promised, the Midnight Rain was en route for the binary star system. Not too long after, the vessel reached a steady speed. "Proceed as normal." Pavon'Echa announced, and took to walking the halls of his ship, checking in on things.
The ensign lowers his salute, and shakes his head. “No, sir. However, your presence is requested in the hangar. Priority alpha.” He says, looking quite nervous about something. “Top secret.” “Thank you.” With that, the Captain dismissed the ensign, closing his door and walking to the hangar. What was it, now? He thought over various incidents happening in the galaxy, as well as thinking over happenings within the Forces. There were some things that he figured they would be dealing with one way or another eventually, but nothing requiring this much security surrounding it.
The hangar was filled with activity, electric forklifts moving around, crew securing cargo, dropships moving around, and one daring pilot using his craft to help maneuver some crates, moving the craft down while others moved around it, and ropes being attached to the crates beneath. The dropship then moved carefully to a corner of the hangar, laying down the behemoth of a crate with some others. What looked like a log flew into the hangar through one of the massive airlocks for the aircraft, however it was a troop transport, which was used in friendly space as it would be impractical and cumbersome in an actual battlefield, unless being used for invasions. As it passed through and landed carefully in a predetermined spot, another ship, this one a shuttle, flew in and landed in an open area, which was marked for crate storage. The hangar chief walked over angrily to the shuttle, waving his hands furiously, even though the shuttle was marked as ‘VIP’.
Pavon’Echa took a look around. He would never get over seeing the ship, his ship, in such a flurry of work and how wonderful it was. He took an interest upon the VIP-marked ship entering, and walked down to meet it. “For now, it is fine.” He mentioned to the chief. There were bigger things to worry about at the moment. The hangar chief was about to say something in protest, but he stopped himself, and nodded, quickly running over to the hooligan in the dropship, looking as if he would personally grab the ship and lower it onto the deck.
The shuttle’s main hatch began to ease open, and out stepped a lady with long, blonde hair, and sharp, red eyes. Her head turned to look around the busy hangar, and then her gaze finally rested upon Pavon. “Are you the captain?” The woman asks. She doesn’t bother to hold out her hand for shaking. Pavon gave a curt nod, “Yes. Captain Pavon’Echa-Dachan.” If the IAIF chose her for intimidation, they made a good decision. “Major Irona.” Irona says, her voice sounding unsatisfied about something, though it was not clear what. “Intelligence committee. How do you like your new ship, captain?” Irona, even though Pavon outranked her, was acting tough. “Seems like your hangar chief dislikes one of the pilots already.” Wonderful, Pavon thought, the intelligence committee was paying him a visit. “The Midnight Rain is wonderful, thank you.” He gave a polite smile. He shot the hangar chief a look that could melt souls, if only for a split second, before returning his attention to Irona. “Not everyone is agreeable, but it doesn’t interfere with the work.” Irona gives him a stern look, before nodding, and reaching behind her to pull out a suitcase. She held it in front of her. “Do you know what this is, Captain?”
“I cannot say I do, ma’am.” He almost wished he did, so at least he knew what was going on, and nothing would be sprung upon him.
“It is a suitcase, Pavon. Humans use it to carry items such as clothing if they are going on holiday, or are going to stay somewhere a while.” She gave it a little nudge, and the wheels extended from the bottom of it. “I’ve stored my clothing in here, as well as my personal effects.” Irona cocked her head. “Do you know what that means?” Her voice had turned into a purr, like one of a cat. She took off her duty hat, to reveal the ears of a cat. She stuffs the hat into her pocket. Pavon kept glancing over to the suitcase as she talked, remembering what one looked like. So, pretty much just a bag on wheels. Simple. To her question, he paused before nodding. “It means you will be staying with us, yes?”
Irona nods. “Correct. So, you better put a damn good show on while I’m here. Everything I see will be recorded.” She pulls on the handle. “Now, where is my room. Chop chop. Find me a fancy cabin.” She locks eyes with Pavon, as if a good cabin meant everything to her.
Pavon nodded once again. The day just kept getting better and better. He wanted to ask how long she would be staying, but then again it might just be better to go with it. “Of course.” As he led her out of the hangar, he did a quick mental rundown of the ship. Thinking of a suitable one, the Drozi led Irona to a cabin, first class, looking as if it came out of an old human design. “Would this be suitable?” He asked, bringing her in the room. Irona walks into the room, looking around. “Yes, it would.” Irona’s eyes rest back on Pavon. “Get the ship en route. And my visit is secret. Yes, the crew may know I am here if they see me, but you are not allowed to announce I am here.” With that, she walks to the door, and closes it.
Dismissed, Pavon moved to the bridge of the Midnight Rain. What a weird feeling, to be taking orders from someone lower than him. But Irona being on intelligence, he wasn’t about to complain. He checked the time - 19:50. He walked over to the intercom, “Currently, the time is 19:50. Once again, we will be departing for the star system Epsilon Hydrae at 20 hundred hours. Make sure all final preparations are made.” He had made an announcement much earlier in the day, but he’d rather be repetitive than have an accident. As the ten minutes passed, Pavon made his own preparations for interstellar travel, setting and fine tuning.
Within the ten minutes, at exactly 20:00 as promised, the Midnight Rain was en route for the binary star system. Not too long after, the vessel reached a steady speed. "Proceed as normal." Pavon'Echa announced, and took to walking the halls of his ship, checking in on things.
Alright, I updated the original post with everyone's CS. An intro post should be up soon.
Ezzy will love Draken forever <3
Facing Chu, Ezekiel only turned around once he felt everything shaking. He looked at the window before looking at a couple of sisters near it. "Mov-" He was cut off by both the shattering of the mural, and the dragon's claws in his back, causing him to make a strangled noise. He put his hands behind the small of his back to hold Chu up, and to hopefully take some of the weight off of his back.
Seeing a dragon was a much better alternative to what he thought might happen. At least it wasn't some hunters with beasts. Was this the rescue party they mentioned? One of the sisters approached Momo to see if they were alright, only to step back again upon the new dragon's statement. Ezekiel backed up from the crowd as well when seeing his god's aura engulf their body.
In his 35 years of living, he had only seen their rage once before. And while he hoped then he would never have to go through that terrifying episode again, with the bold statement the newcomer made it was inevitable. It would probably be even worse, this time around. Ezekiel shook his head, focusing solely on the two dragons. At the time, he couldn't care less about the two girls that arrived with the dragon. Maybe a hunter party would be better, after all. He couldn't intervene and he knew that after this was over, one way or another, he would have to focus on appeasing his lord, hunters be damned.
The priest just hoped that the black dragon would back down, and an incident could be avoided.
Seeing a dragon was a much better alternative to what he thought might happen. At least it wasn't some hunters with beasts. Was this the rescue party they mentioned? One of the sisters approached Momo to see if they were alright, only to step back again upon the new dragon's statement. Ezekiel backed up from the crowd as well when seeing his god's aura engulf their body.
In his 35 years of living, he had only seen their rage once before. And while he hoped then he would never have to go through that terrifying episode again, with the bold statement the newcomer made it was inevitable. It would probably be even worse, this time around. Ezekiel shook his head, focusing solely on the two dragons. At the time, he couldn't care less about the two girls that arrived with the dragon. Maybe a hunter party would be better, after all. He couldn't intervene and he knew that after this was over, one way or another, he would have to focus on appeasing his lord, hunters be damned.
The priest just hoped that the black dragon would back down, and an incident could be avoided.
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