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[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]

It didn't take Hawk's advise for Lee to deposit his cash back into his wallet. The thief scowled sourly at the venomous superiority this elitist snake was spitting. While he as well not not versed in elvish, especially this dialect, it didn't take a multilinguist to detect snide remarks and combative expressions.
"I think your boy just tried to threaten me, Hawk," Lee replied crossly, once "Sy" had made himself scarce. Nodding in agreement to Jessie's proposition, he had up and finished his text, burying his phone back into his trousers. "Are all of your informants vamps? And assholes? >_>" Lee questioned, but this business was never short of its sleezy getaround-knowitalls. Speaking of which...
"Oh! By the by, I got my cousin working on tracking down your VIPs..." Lee said, walking Hawk back to their car, paying little mind to Mel and Jo. "She's runs the informants around this town - if it's happened, chance are, she heard it first. I hope that ship 'a yours has good signal?" As he escorted himself back into his vehicle, and gave the chauffeur the update, he waved goodbye to the girls.
"Au revoir, ladies! We got a flight to make! Good luck thawing your TV dinner!" And off they went...


"Jo, Mel, ge' everythin' se' up to save Fan'. I shall mee' ye there. Or me firs' mate may. Either way I mus' hea' back to me ship firs'."

::Jessie turned and headed towards the car once again. Getting into the car with Lee, Jessie smirked to himself. It was good to be back. Sy was not an informant though, it almost made Jessie sad to think about how such a gifted individual would sink so low as to be almost a monster. To each their own though. Jessie wasn't ever able to get on Sy's good side, just his tolerable side.::

"I wouldn' really call him an informan' mate. Sy is more o' a mutual ally o' sorts. Lon' story really."

::Jessie signed remembering those times. He also missed Osiris as well as Gaspard. The old crew were a great group of mates.::

"VIP's eh? Well how is tha' goin'? Me ship can be contacte', once there I'll give ye the bes' code to reach us a'. Drive towards the southern shorelines. I lande' her there."

((Holiday was great Neon! Thank you and it's okay if you were a bit late, how was your holiday my friend!))


[ Isle de Gambino ]

Arriving at the exact coordinates (via Jesse's bad directions), Lee emerged from the car with investigating eyes. After a moment of looking, he shot a confused glance back at his pirate confidante.
"... well? Where is it!" The Irishman flailed, before bopping his head into an invisible something. Stumbling back, rubbing the sore from his forehead, Lee had unknowingly happened upon the pirated spacecraft. Foregoing his bruise, Lee became enamored by that which he could not see, curiously inspecting the flying saucer until Jesse decided to unveil it.
"Whoa. So I guess this proves it... we are not alone." Lee observed. "I've seen my share of crazy s**t my lifetime, Hawk. But never did I think I'd ever step foot inside a flying saucer. Is this safe? I don't need any kinda training for this, do I?" Jesse would note a mix of hesitance, but also excitement in Lee's shaky voice. He'd just bought the express ticket to Weirdsville.


::Once they were finally there Jessie hopped on out. Snickering to himself after Lee had hit his head the Pirate King pulled out a little device and clicked a button. The flying saucer was a little more then just a saucer. When it originally arrived here it was just that a saucer. Jessie had some new expansions coming out from the tale end of the vessel, once he figured out where it was that is.::

"Aye we foun' tha' one ou' ages ago Lee. Tell ye the truth, if one o' them Zur' didn' kill their brother in col' bloo' this ship may no' be here now."

::Jessie walked onto the ship waving for Lee to follow. He lead the fellow ally down some corridors until they came to the bridge of the ship. Stations littered the area. Weapons array, communications, Captains chair, engineering stations, security, life support, everything.::

"Aye she be a fine, an' very safe ship."

::He pondered a moment. Before letting out a brief sigh.::

"Al ussta dalninuk, F'sarn ghil, nin vel'bol?"

::Jessie whispered that last part.::

"Keep an' eye ou' mate. There jus' may be an' ol' frien' o' mine still aboar'. If ye see him le' me know. Be Elf-kin like meself."


*A good many memories...memories (and were it not for the wonders of atmospheric scrubbers and filtration running on the crafts redundant systems, a good heavy coating of dust most likely) and long shadows were the reply to Jessie's words. The years had passed, rather in a blur so many near catastrophes averted, friends gained and lost....all in the wake of what had happened in this place. A pivotal chance meting and partnership that had spiraled outward...and now here again where it had all began what it seemed awaited Jessie and Lee in toe...was an empty vessel full of whispers and memories undercut by the steady hum and throb of it's own quiet pulse. Monitor banks, gleaming dully languidly displaying information in the cryptic alien tongue of it's former masters, hummed quietly lending at least some ambiance to what would have otherwise been an eerily quiet place where silence laid heavy as the grave.

Buried beneath the stretch of empty silence the movement was startlingly easy to miss...then and again when ones eyes are filled with what should be it can be startling in difficulty to spot the small things out of place. With the fullness of the bridge, empty and beautiful in it's own alien design and symmetry or lack thereof where it did apply...one was scarce drawn to look at their own feet. The oddly directionless light filtering down from above cast soft illumination but few shadows, those that did lurk were but small and trivial things...at least that was as it should have been however the shadows of the two that stood regarding the empty bridge looking for the one who had in his own right summoned them there stretched long behind them, as though they stood before the rising sun reaching long until the bridge doors slid shut behind them with a quiet hiss casting those shadows tall upon its gleaming surface. There it was behind the stretch of their vision the change had truly begun. Those tall shadows began to writhe...twisting and shifting turning in upon themselves as though things alive and with a purpose. Their twisting mass folding inward upon themselves and spreading outward, wider and wider in silent proliferation until the whole of the circular portal that had granted them egress was shrouded in a darkness thick enough that one might have mistaken it for the bridge hatch being coated in an unnaturally dark tar...lacking even the hint of a gleam or liquid luster. As it was from within the depths of that darkness sprang forth a light...small at first but growing quickly its silvery radiance stood in near painful contrast to the darkness about it the bright point gleamed in the center of the darkness a lone star in the empty black and that light began to spread. Not outward as a light should but rather growing along a direct and vertical line thin and keen as a razors edge reaching its apex at the relative boundary of the floor and the upper curve of the hatch itself.

What happened next was...vexing...at least it would have been for one looking directly at it...to describe to any who had not. That sinuous silvery line of light...twisted without twisting, seeming in its own respect to curl in upon itself without ever truly moving a sight that might in and of itself drive a rational mind to a splitting headache if not worse...twisted and widened as though tearing apart that very air itself opening into a ragged and gaping hole in the fabric of what was...beyond...a darkness that was not darkness...and hungering swirl of a vastness that the mind could not wholly grasp leaving only the impression of a great and indescribable hunger and a power that might shrivel even the stoutest of beings in abject terror...it was from this portal...this Gateway...that eyes regarded the backs of the two standing before it, one familiar the other not.

Silent were the steps of the soft soled black boots, broken down and worn from countless miles traveled down countless roads, upon the deck. Silent too the shift of the black robes that shrouded the tall and slender frame, arcane and sweeping runes worked in gold and silver tracing their hems. As he emerged, the Gateway behind him beginning already to close in upon itself. The figures eyes, twin pits of molten gold seaming to hang within a darkness that shrouded all but themselves in impenetrable blackness, lit with an unseen smile...it had been a long time...a very very long time for himself though none but Jessie might have known the full extent of the why...breathing in the familiar air of a plane not walked upon in what to him had been perhaps an age or more Palin Darksword at last spoke. His voice was a soft thing...shy by a touch of being a whisper and yet it carried well, a gentle compelling thing a voice for telling stories to a wondering crowd before a lit hearth in the dead of night...a voice of secrets and authority* "Ul'kas dos zhahen, lu'nin dos inbal doer...'zil whol vel'bol zhah huthin Dalninuk...orn lu'zak pholor l'arlathil d'dosst ssrig'luin. Neitar l'n'nehr...dos inbal ul'kas lu'ghil Usstan tlun ulu an'yui"


::The sound of the voice brought a smile upon the Captain's face. It was a long time since he saw his First Mate and brother in arms. Palin Darksword was indeed on the ship. Captain Hawk turned his head and pulling his silver strands out from in front of his red hue's the Dark Elf looked upon one of his best friends and family.::

"Aye mate."

::Hawk looked over to Lee as he introduced himself. Jessie smirked as Lee gave a pretty well thought out intro. Hopefully this is exactly what they needed.::

"Siyo Usstan inbal ul'kas, Dalninuk Usstan tlun wun ssrig'luin d'xxizz. Mzilt uriu lakr'ia ghil wun l'tresk'ri yol udos vaen Kirn'. Udos ssrig'luin xxizz wun xonathull, 'zil al 'zil saving Fan' Lunar, dal fol s'enar d'bekseshar. "

::Jessie explained in quick detail what they needed. With all his heart he hoped that his brother would be able to help him out in some way.::

"Once tha' be taken care off, well, Usstan orn'la naut shar ka dos zexen'umaus whol l'jivvin p'luinda dalninuk."

::Hawk ended with a smile.::

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[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]

It didn't take Hawk's advise for Lee to deposit his cash back into his wallet. The thief scowled sourly at the venomous superiority this elitist snake was spitting. While he as well not not versed in elvish, especially this dialect, it didn't take a multilinguist to detect snide remarks and combative expressions.
"I think your boy just tried to threaten me, Hawk," Lee replied crossly, once "Sy" had made himself scarce. Nodding in agreement to Jessie's proposition, he had up and finished his text, burying his phone back into his trousers. "Are all of your informants vamps? And assholes? >_>" Lee questioned, but this business was never short of its sleezy getaround-knowitalls. Speaking of which...
"Oh! By the by, I got my cousin working on tracking down your VIPs..." Lee said, walking Hawk back to their car, paying little mind to Mel and Jo. "She's runs the informants around this town - if it's happened, chance are, she heard it first. I hope that ship 'a yours has good signal?" As he escorted himself back into his vehicle, and gave the chauffeur the update, he waved goodbye to the girls.
"Au revoir, ladies! We got a flight to make! Good luck thawing your TV dinner!" And off they went...


"Jo, Mel, ge' everythin' se' up to save Fan'. I shall mee' ye there. Or me firs' mate may. Either way I mus' hea' back to me ship firs'."

::Jessie turned and headed towards the car once again. Getting into the car with Lee, Jessie smirked to himself. It was good to be back. Sy was not an informant though, it almost made Jessie sad to think about how such a gifted individual would sink so low as to be almost a monster. To each their own though. Jessie wasn't ever able to get on Sy's good side, just his tolerable side.::

"I wouldn' really call him an informan' mate. Sy is more o' a mutual ally o' sorts. Lon' story really."

::Jessie signed remembering those times. He also missed Osiris as well as Gaspard. The old crew were a great group of mates.::

"VIP's eh? Well how is tha' goin'? Me ship can be contacte', once there I'll give ye the bes' code to reach us a'. Drive towards the southern shorelines. I lande' her there."

((Holiday was great Neon! Thank you and it's okay if you were a bit late, how was your holiday my friend!))


[ Isle de Gambino ]

Arriving at the exact coordinates (via Jesse's bad directions), Lee emerged from the car with investigating eyes. After a moment of looking, he shot a confused glance back at his pirate confidante.
"... well? Where is it!" The Irishman flailed, before bopping his head into an invisible something. Stumbling back, rubbing the sore from his forehead, Lee had unknowingly happened upon the pirated spacecraft. Foregoing his bruise, Lee became enamored by that which he could not see, curiously inspecting the flying saucer until Jesse decided to unveil it.
"Whoa. So I guess this proves it... we are not alone." Lee observed. "I've seen my share of crazy s**t my lifetime, Hawk. But never did I think I'd ever step foot inside a flying saucer. Is this safe? I don't need any kinda training for this, do I?" Jesse would note a mix of hesitance, but also excitement in Lee's shaky voice. He'd just bought the express ticket to Weirdsville.


::Once they were finally there Jessie hopped on out. Snickering to himself after Lee had hit his head the Pirate King pulled out a little device and clicked a button. The flying saucer was a little more then just a saucer. When it originally arrived here it was just that a saucer. Jessie had some new expansions coming out from the tale end of the vessel, once he figured out where it was that is.::

"Aye we foun' tha' one ou' ages ago Lee. Tell ye the truth, if one o' them Zur' didn' kill their brother in col' bloo' this ship may no' be here now."

::Jessie walked onto the ship waving for Lee to follow. He lead the fellow ally down some corridors until they came to the bridge of the ship. Stations littered the area. Weapons array, communications, Captains chair, engineering stations, security, life support, everything.::

"Aye she be a fine, an' very safe ship."

::He pondered a moment. Before letting out a brief sigh.::

"Al ussta dalninuk, F'sarn ghil, nin vel'bol?"

::Jessie whispered that last part.::

"Keep an' eye ou' mate. There jus' may be an' ol' frien' o' mine still aboar'. If ye see him le' me know. Be Elf-kin like meself."


*A good many memories...memories (and were it not for the wonders of atmospheric scrubbers and filtration running on the crafts redundant systems, a good heavy coating of dust most likely) and long shadows were the reply to Jessie's words. The years had passed, rather in a blur so many near catastrophes averted, friends gained and lost....all in the wake of what had happened in this place. A pivotal chance meting and partnership that had spiraled outward...and now here again where it had all began what it seemed awaited Jessie and Lee in toe...was an empty vessel full of whispers and memories undercut by the steady hum and throb of it's own quiet pulse. Monitor banks, gleaming dully languidly displaying information in the cryptic alien tongue of it's former masters, hummed quietly lending at least some ambiance to what would have otherwise been an eerily quiet place where silence laid heavy as the grave.

Buried beneath the stretch of empty silence the movement was startlingly easy to miss...then and again when ones eyes are filled with what should be it can be startling in difficulty to spot the small things out of place. With the fullness of the bridge, empty and beautiful in it's own alien design and symmetry or lack thereof where it did apply...one was scarce drawn to look at their own feet. The oddly directionless light filtering down from above cast soft illumination but few shadows, those that did lurk were but small and trivial things...at least that was as it should have been however the shadows of the two that stood regarding the empty bridge looking for the one who had in his own right summoned them there stretched long behind them, as though they stood before the rising sun reaching long until the bridge doors slid shut behind them with a quiet hiss casting those shadows tall upon its gleaming surface. There it was behind the stretch of their vision the change had truly begun. Those tall shadows began to writhe...twisting and shifting turning in upon themselves as though things alive and with a purpose. Their twisting mass folding inward upon themselves and spreading outward, wider and wider in silent proliferation until the whole of the circular portal that had granted them egress was shrouded in a darkness thick enough that one might have mistaken it for the bridge hatch being coated in an unnaturally dark tar...lacking even the hint of a gleam or liquid luster. As it was from within the depths of that darkness sprang forth a light...small at first but growing quickly its silvery radiance stood in near painful contrast to the darkness about it the bright point gleamed in the center of the darkness a lone star in the empty black and that light began to spread. Not outward as a light should but rather growing along a direct and vertical line thin and keen as a razors edge reaching its apex at the relative boundary of the floor and the upper curve of the hatch itself.

What happened next was...vexing...at least it would have been for one looking directly at it...to describe to any who had not. That sinuous silvery line of light...twisted without twisting, seeming in its own respect to curl in upon itself without ever truly moving a sight that might in and of itself drive a rational mind to a splitting headache if not worse...twisted and widened as though tearing apart that very air itself opening into a ragged and gaping hole in the fabric of what was...beyond...a darkness that was not darkness...and hungering swirl of a vastness that the mind could not wholly grasp leaving only the impression of a great and indescribable hunger and a power that might shrivel even the stoutest of beings in abject terror...it was from this portal...this Gateway...that eyes regarded the backs of the two standing before it, one familiar the other not.

Silent were the steps of the soft soled black boots, broken down and worn from countless miles traveled down countless roads, upon the deck. Silent too the shift of the black robes that shrouded the tall and slender frame, arcane and sweeping runes worked in gold and silver tracing their hems. As he emerged, the Gateway behind him beginning already to close in upon itself. The figures eyes, twin pits of molten gold seaming to hang within a darkness that shrouded all but themselves in impenetrable blackness, lit with an unseen smile...it had been a long time...a very very long time for himself though none but Jessie might have known the full extent of the why...breathing in the familiar air of a plane not walked upon in what to him had been perhaps an age or more Palin Darksword at last spoke. His voice was a soft thing...shy by a touch of being a whisper and yet it carried well, a gentle compelling thing a voice for telling stories to a wondering crowd before a lit hearth in the dead of night...a voice of secrets and authority* "Ul'kas dos zhahen, lu'nin dos inbal doer...'zil whol vel'bol zhah huthin Dalninuk...orn lu'zak pholor l'arlathil d'dosst ssrig'luin. Neitar l'n'nehr...dos inbal ul'kas lu'ghil Usstan tlun ulu an'yui"


::The sound of the voice brought a smile upon the Captain's face. It was a long time since he saw his First Mate and brother in arms. Palin Darksword was indeed on the ship. Captain Hawk turned his head and pulling his silver strands out from in front of his red hue's the Dark Elf looked upon one of his best friends and family.::

"Aye mate."

::Hawk looked over to Lee as he introduced himself. Jessie smirked as Lee gave a pretty well thought out intro. Hopefully this is exactly what they needed.::

"Siyo Usstan inbal ul'kas, Dalninuk Usstan tlun wun ssrig'luin d'xxizz. Mzilt uriu lakr'ia ghil wun l'tresk'ri yol udos vaen Kirn'. Udos ssrig'luin xxizz wun xonathull, 'zil al 'zil saving Fan' Lunar, dal fol s'enar d'bekseshar. "

::Jessie explained in quick detail what they needed. With all his heart he hoped that his brother would be able to help him out in some way.::

"Once tha' be taken care off, well, Usstan orn'la naut shar ka dos zexen'umaus whol l'jivvin p'luinda dalninuk."

::Hawk ended with a smile.::


*At the assessment of Lee the gleaming gold of those eyes that hung within the darkness of the drawn cowl widened first perhaps in what one could have been called surprise. The expression, as limited as one could discern through the unnatural darkness within the drawn cowl, was not long lived the light within those odd eyes warming perceptibly, pale and graceful long fingered hands emerging from the depth of the dark robes sleeves rose upward to draw back the cowl giving those with perhaps a sharper eye than most a chance to see that...while graceful yes and well suited to spellcraft those hands may have been, they bore the marks and heavy callous of one more than well versed in the use of a blade or other such weapons. As the cowl was drawn away the oddly flat seeming quiet light of the bridge illuminated full the features of Palin Darksword. As Lee had suspected he was not, at least perceptibly, of Drow stock then and again his features marked him alien looking not quite of the blood of any elf kin that drew breath on Gaian soil. His features, while graceful and refined in the handsome yet achingly beautiful manner that most elf kin possessed, were sharper...harder. The lines of his jaw and cheekbones sharply defined giving his face, though warmed and graced by a gentle smile that lightly curled his pale lips, a sever and rather archaic look. Like the statues of old they were features of poise and wisdom...this beauty however was not without fault, about his brow situated as one might wear a circlet or crown of elven make wound a sinuous marking of emerald hue. Rather than a tattoo or tribal marking this seemed in some manner branded into the flesh, while not scarred or puckered to lay eyes upon it one was invariably struck by a strong wave of caution knowing its meaning or not...and well so they should have been for such was it's purpose, declaiming the marked as a Dark Elf...cast out and reviled by their kin, one damned from the light for some grievous sin or another.

All that set aside however the smile only grew as the elf moved at last, the motion itself fluid grace in action the soft rustle of his robes at last falling upon the air as he sketched a formal and welcoming bow towards Lee, though his eyes never left the mans own speaking in the common tongue though the odd accent that had touched upon his words before lingered still* "Majesty no I am afraid though you flatter my personage Lee Enfield of Clan Moerae. It is my very great pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am simply Palin, and would be greatly pleased if you would call me so, this one gave up any such aspirations of royal standing long long ago though many would be there who might try to claim otherwise none walk this verse at the very least...the mantle or rule sits ill upon the Darksword name and to be honest I would have no idea of what to even do with such a thing"

Those words still lingering he turned drawing up and moving forward in a singular motion with hardly a warning at all and without a word to Jessie, swept his arms wide and drew the other man into a warm and almost fierce embrace speaking at long last as he drew back his hands on the other mans shoulders as he examined his old friend, his comrade in arms, one whom he proudly called brother, from head to toe as one will with someone they have not seen in far far to long speaking at last* "Forgive me Captain but bearing the circumstance family will hug family given so long apart as it has been...far longer for me as you can perhaps guess and I must apologize for being gone for so long...other such things had called away my attention and despite the fact there are none here now to enforce them there are rules that must be followed when one such as I will return to a place such as this from away that need be followed"
This said however his smile did fade, it was a slow thing but in that smiles retreat some of the light seemed to go from the room returning it to the dimness that had before been so prevalent or perhaps it was all but a trick of the mind * "Dos zhaun Usstan orn dortho vel'klar Usstan shlu'ta dalninuk rilu'oh...l'fuu'ux dos joros d'uns'aa zhah naut uss Usstan zhaun nindel Usstan shlu'ta tlu d'dortho" *this said he shook his head lowering his arms hands vanishing once more into the dark fabric of his robes as he spoke* "Of all that I know and all the skills that I possess... I am and always have been worse than useless when it comes to enchantments...I could examine the weave of it for you, tell you in exhaustive detail the manner of magic used to devise and construct it however replicating it myself or even in some cases dismantling it are skills that I am at best a novice in at worst a bungler" *His brow furrowed as his eyes traveled between the two men seeming to read something in their manner or other before nodding* "Though if I do not miss my guess Sy has mentioned as much to you already if you had not seen evidence enough on it on our last adventure Ussta Dalninuk"

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( Have I been erased from the roster? I need to get some experience in here but the lady keeps leaving and not returning ....Can someone else train me ??)


((Nah, we don't erase people. I'm not sure what happened with Luna. I can do some training but ic I'm not exactly there yet. So I'm not sure when I can, maybe Neon can help out biggrin ))

((Ah.good I had the worst feeling that I was not even alive in this thread anymore))


((I know sometimes real life gets in all of our "ways" So sometimes we don't respond for a few days (weeks sometimes if it's really serious) But I'm sure Luna will respond to you real soon! biggrin If not once we finish up our part of the RP, One of us can easily come on around to train biggrin ))

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::Captain Hawk returned the embrace of his brother. Though they had no relation by blood, their journey's together pulled them closer then some blood bonds could ever bring anyone. They were friends, they were family, though endeavors at times separated them, they always found themselves finding one another again. When the exchange was over Jessie lowered his leathered arms down with a smirk. The warmness of his emotion could be seen in his single Red eye. He rested his right hand on the hilt of his rapier.::

"Dos zhaun Usstan orn dortho vel'klar Usstan shlu'ta dalninuk rilu'oh...l'fuu'ux dos joros d'uns'aa zhah naut uss Usstan zhaun nindel Usstan shlu'ta tlu d'dortho."

::Captain Fang would have to wait at this moment. There were more pressing matters at hand, traveling to another city with out knowing much about what happened to Fang wasn't enough. If neither of them could save Fang, then that gave these other Pirates time to gain into more power.::

"From wha' I can gather my Brother, Pirates have taken over Isle De Gambino. It looks like after the Alliance fell things took a turn fer the worse."

::He gave a presenting hand over to Lee as they stood on the ships bridge, where Palin and Hawk took over what seemed to be an entire age ago. Nodding to Lee he smirked giving Lee the time to talk at this point.::

"Mr. Lee here has been, givin' me the information tha' I seem to have been missin'. Lee here may be able to give us some good information on where to star'."

::Clearing his throat.::

"I'm no' sure if either of us can get Captain Fan' back, perhaps with some more information Palin an' I can figure ou' if going after Fan' will be somethin' we can do a' this momen'. If we canno' a' this time, once we take back wha' i' is we nee' to take back, then we can dedicate the time to Fan'. All Pirate Lord's would be helpful, but no' if i' will give these enemies time to grow in strength. Any suggestions?"

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((Nah, we don't erase people. I'm not sure what happened with Luna. I can do some training but ic I'm not exactly there yet. So I'm not sure when I can, maybe Neon can help out biggrin ))

((Ah.good I had the worst feeling that I was not even alive in this thread anymore))


((I know sometimes real life gets in all of our "ways" So sometimes we don't respond for a few days (weeks sometimes if it's really serious) But I'm sure Luna will respond to you real soon! biggrin If not once we finish up our part of the RP, One of us can easily come on around to train biggrin ))
(( Just dont forget about me ... I am stuck on a training mission and dont know what i am doing there lol))

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( Have I been erased from the roster? I need to get some experience in here but the lady keeps leaving and not returning ....Can someone else train me ??)


((Nah, we don't erase people. I'm not sure what happened with Luna. I can do some training but ic I'm not exactly there yet. So I'm not sure when I can, maybe Neon can help out biggrin ))

((Ah.good I had the worst feeling that I was not even alive in this thread anymore))


((I know sometimes real life gets in all of our "ways" So sometimes we don't respond for a few days (weeks sometimes if it's really serious) But I'm sure Luna will respond to you real soon! biggrin If not once we finish up our part of the RP, One of us can easily come on around to train biggrin ))
(( Just dont forget about me ... I am stuck on a training mission and dont know what i am doing there lol))


((Can't forget someone who is named after the Norse Goddess lol no worries!))
Captain Jessie Hawk

Palin Darksword

Kabuki-Kun

Slait


[ Isle de Gambino - Zurg Spacecraft ]

A wave of relief washed over Lee. Truth be told, he originally had no intention of leaving the island, as well as Fortuna, at the mercy of the dangers that be. Watching the men embrace, Lee was reminded the humanity of the elfish race, despite their closer standing to gods than mortals. Jessie and Palin embraced like he embraced brethren, and it didn't take an immortal to see that.

"Still no word on the whereabouts of your other pirate lords, but I got my fence on the lookout for any sea dogs that ain't in league with Kinza. But the pirates are only half the problem," Lee explained. For the entirety of the briefing, his eyes were glued to the surrounding perimeter. "Some angry natives have taken it upon themselves to start one helluva revolution, and the pirates have used that to their advantage, taxin' all the civvies for protection. The Moerae Clan tried to put together a defense again both factions, but it's nothing doing; it's all up to you guys, now." Lee frowned, muttering beneath his breath, "You and the 'Army." Despite having just met Lee, Palin would be able to discern instantly the thug's dislike for authority. However, beneath that hatred lie the spirit of a warrior; and the thirst for a fight. It was this fire that he always struggled with, but if he ever needed it, there was no better time than now.
"The pirates have existed on the islands longer than the Gambino administration has," Lee claimed. "Shouldn't you rogues be chill with the islanders?"


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[ Isle de Gambino - Speakeasy ]

Neon knew when he wasn't wanted. Lee had warned him this dive was a regular haunt for mobs of the Sicilian kind - the very kind he'd been trying to avoid. And Neon didn't want to give his new friend a bad first impression.
"Looks like I've overstayed my welcome. Time for me to split this banana," Neon said hurriedly, but excitedly, abandoning his seat post-haste. "My name's Neon. See you around - don't let these thugs push you around, okay!" He whispered, before exiting stage thattaway. While by no means a stealth expert like Chiharu, Neon had years to perfect his disappearing act, even when he was a sore thumb in this overdressed scene.

Before he knew it, the soldier was positioned back outside where he had heard Nadiya's aria. It wasn't raining, but sadness still lingered. Apparently he wasn't out of the gangster's woods yet; even here in the isles, Demarco's influence stretched pretty far. Like a parasite, he latched on to a territory and slowly infected his surroundings with his influence. It was a habit he'd carried with him since they were small. As soon as he decided to relay this to the brass, his stealth was broken by the scratch of his phone, which Neon only recognized as Slait before he pulled it back from his breast.
"Slait, 'zat you? Long time no hear, bro!" Neon laughed, while simoultaneously catching his breath. "I'm at the Marketplace. I was hoping to hook on to a lead as to the whereabouts of Luna, but I came up dry..." Was the Graffiti King's bad news, but what he didn't broadcast was his struggle to get the dirty answers - to talk to his family. "Status report? You up and vanished on us, dude!"

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[ Isle de Gambino - Speakeasy ]

Neon knew when he wasn't wanted. Lee had warned him this dive was a regular haunt for mobs of the Sicilian kind - the very kind he'd been trying to avoid. And Neon didn't want to give his new friend a bad first impression.
"Looks like I've overstayed my welcome. Time for me to split this banana," Neon said hurriedly, but excitedly, abandoning his seat post-haste. "My name's Neon. See you around - don't let these thugs push you around, okay!" He whispered, before exiting stage thattaway. While by no means a stealth expert like Chiharu, Neon had years to perfect his disappearing act, even when he was a sore thumb in this overdressed scene.

Before he knew it, the soldier was positioned back outside where he had heard Nadiya's aria. It wasn't raining, but sadness still lingered. Apparently he wasn't out of the gangster's woods yet; even here in the isles, Demarco's influence stretched pretty far. Like a parasite, he latched on to a territory and slowly infected his surroundings with his influence. It was a habit he'd carried with him since they were small. As soon as he decided to relay this to the brass, his stealth was broken by the scratch of his phone, which Neon only recognized as Slait before he pulled it back from his breast.
"Slait, 'zat you? Long time no hear, bro!" Neon laughed, while simoultaneously catching his breath. "I'm at the Marketplace. I was hoping to hook on to a lead as to the whereabouts of Luna, but I came up dry..." Was the Graffiti King's bad news, but what he didn't broadcast was his struggle to get the dirty answers - to talk to his family. "Status report? You up and vanished on us, dude!"
[ At the GIPD ]

He clicked the button, and leaned back to stare up to the ceiling. His eyes scanned the ceiling, pausing on each little spot, imagining they were landmarks on a sprawling landscape. It might of been how an ant would see it. Or a fly, since most ants couldn't fly and thus could not get to the ceiling. He was getting distracted.

"I am currently at the Gambino Isle Police Department. I know where Luna is. I've captured the leader of the resistance and made a deal with her in exchange for Luna's location. As much as I wanna charge in there alone, I know that's just gonna get me captured as well. I'm gonna need some back up. Maybe we should talk strategy as well."


(( I should probably mention college classes are starting again next week, so I'm gonna be even more pressed for time than usual. Sorry in advance for any slow responses. sweatdrop ))
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Who knew a house floating on the water could make someone with such a fearsome brow want to turn tail and run, but Dorian made little effort to object, exhaustion and the casual closeness he and Eve shared enough to get him through the door without a fuss.

Eve held the pack of ice to his cheek, wincing at the cold pressure. “Thank you.” Eve said quietly. He and Dorian were nestled on the couch of Fortuna’s quiet retreat - It being the first bit of rest they'd gotten all day.

"Well." Eve hesitated. If Fortuna was a Moerae like Dorian said, she must have heard the gossip. Dorian’s thumb rubbed once, twice over the knuckles of his free hand. Eve cleared his throat “Nyx’s return is having worse effects then we thought. Our bonds to the Aether are becoming frayed.” he said, glancing at Dorian. Dorian's shoulder had stopped bleeding, but the healing was slow. Much slower than it should be. “We hoped a trip here could get us allies, but… it might be better if we go back home. Fix what we have there."

"We can't go back without something." Dorian said solemnly, his hand absently tangled in the loose strands of Eve's hair. Their entire community was made up of shifters, magic people who relied on the well of energy the Aether provided and the guidance of the spirits. The Moon, the catalyst and point of worship of just a few, now left so many of them sick.

[ I'm gunna weep happy tears, Neon. We finally have plot ;; ]


[ Isle de Gambino - Moerae Houseboat ]

Not far off, Fortuna was preparing her guests their favorite meal. She didn't know what their favorite meal was, nor did she ask; a eerily accurate hunch would guide her decisions, and by sheer good luck, she would have presented them each with strangely precise hospitality.
Any other person on the island would have gave Eve the stupidest of looks, but Fortuna knew just what he was referring to. "And some herbal tea, to quell that seasick belly of yours," She eased the cup over to Dorian, before resting her bum on the rug opposite to the coffee table. She tried to fake a smile in wake of Eve's explanation, but was fast robbed of any falseness in front of them.
"So it's that bad, huh...?" Fortuna frowned, staring into the face of her tea. "I'm sorry you had to see all this. If it's bad here, I can only imagine what it's like for those who reside closest to the moon. Our beloved Mother Earth is sick - this encroaching darkness is bleeding into her children, causing all this strife... and if it continues, soon, she too will be poisoned." As she spoke, she began to pull apart the buttons on her blouse, likely rousing any curious eyes. But what the boys saw would only disturb - the dark discolor staining the goddess' otherwise freckled skin.
"To be honest, my family was the first to suffer... for we too, are also children of the dark god." Eve and Dorian could now see the goddess' fatigue. They too would spot the rough outline of three divine figures grafted into her left shoulder blade. "My family was blessed by the Fates, while they themselves derive their power from their creator..." She bit back her words, but they knew who she was referring to.


[ Isle de Gambino - Moerae Houseboat ]

"Talking? What's with all the talking...?" Steve bemoaned as he entered the room, clearly fresh from a long nap. A second into seeing Dorian, he nearly leaped from his skin, likely a remnant habit from his tenure as a vampire. "Oh, awesome. So it's a zoo now?" He muttered sleepily, his keen eye discerning the two's identities with but a glance.

Fortuna's dreads jumped at the sound of another entering the room, and so quietly? Lacking any subtlety, she introduced Steve with quite the amount of cleavage, leaving the sourly suit befuddled, to say the least.
"Steve - meet Dorian and Everard. They've traveled a great distance to seek our guidance. And boys, this is another one of our guests, Steve." She introduced him with more kindness than he deserved. Belatedly, she noted her exposed chest and, recalling modern society's prudence.


"Our guidance?" Steve yawned. "Your guidance. That said, good work catching our werewolf before the whole of Channel 9 got eye witness account of him." The suit gave her a sarcastic thumbs up. "And don't bother covering up; you think your liver spots are bad? You should see the old man's."

Fortuna frowned. "He's not looking too good, is he?"

"Oh, he's been not looking good. I wouldn't look too great if I was stuck in the same chair for centuries."
Steve's interest was suddenly piqued. "Hey, you two," He asked their beastly visitors, actually offering them some beef jerky. "You guys wanna see a dead body?"


"Steve!" Fortuna scolded him. "Tubalcain looks beautiful for his age."

"Woman, you don't even remember how old he is." Steve rebutted, gnashing on his jerky. Fortuna had forbade him to smoke in their quarters, so he'd managed to find a crude alternative. As he left the room, he'd expected them to follow him.

Wearing a frown, Fortuna swung her legs, anxiously.
"Excuse me, boys. I have to check up on a someone," She said, hopping off the table and into her sandals. "... would you like to meet him?"
Dorian and Eve were likely unacquainted with death by age. What Fortuna would show them was a man who should have died ages ago, his ancient body practically mummified, but somehow being kept alive by pipes and wires leading from his veins to a briny, dated life support, connected to the back of his throne. His skin, like Fortuna's, was polished with clouded spots more than likely connected to Nyx.
"Boys... I'd like you to meet Tubalcain," She said, looking upon the slumbering gentleman, concernedly. "He's an old family friend, and he's very lucky to be alive; he's over 200 years old."
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Neon Graffiti
[ Isle de Gambino - Speakeasy ]

Neon knew when he wasn't wanted. Lee had warned him this dive was a regular haunt for mobs of the Sicilian kind - the very kind he'd been trying to avoid. And Neon didn't want to give his new friend a bad first impression.
"Looks like I've overstayed my welcome. Time for me to split this banana," Neon said hurriedly, but excitedly, abandoning his seat post-haste. "My name's Neon. See you around - don't let these thugs push you around, okay!" He whispered, before exiting stage thattaway. While by no means a stealth expert like Chiharu, Neon had years to perfect his disappearing act, even when he was a sore thumb in this overdressed scene.

Before he knew it, the soldier was positioned back outside where he had heard Nadiya's aria. It wasn't raining, but sadness still lingered. Apparently he wasn't out of the gangster's woods yet; even here in the isles, Demarco's influence stretched pretty far. Like a parasite, he latched on to a territory and slowly infected his surroundings with his influence. It was a habit he'd carried with him since they were small. As soon as he decided to relay this to the brass, his stealth was broken by the scratch of his phone, which Neon only recognized as Slait before he pulled it back from his breast.
"Slait, 'zat you? Long time no hear, bro!" Neon laughed, while simoultaneously catching his breath. "I'm at the Marketplace. I was hoping to hook on to a lead as to the whereabouts of Luna, but I came up dry..." Was the Graffiti King's bad news, but what he didn't broadcast was his struggle to get the dirty answers - to talk to his family. "Status report? You up and vanished on us, dude!"
[ At the GIPD ]

He clicked the button, and leaned back to stare up to the ceiling. His eyes scanned the ceiling, pausing on each little spot, imagining they were landmarks on a sprawling landscape. It might of been how an ant would see it. Or a fly, since most ants couldn't fly and thus could not get to the ceiling. He was getting distracted.

"I am currently at the Gambino Isle Police Department. I know where Luna is. I've captured the leader of the resistance and made a deal with her in exchange for Luna's location. As much as I wanna charge in there alone, I know that's just gonna get me captured as well. I'm gonna need some back up. Maybe we should talk strategy as well."


(( I should probably mention college classes are starting again next week, so I'm gonna be even more pressed for time than usual. Sorry in advance for any slow responses. sweatdrop ))


[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]

"Mahina! You mean Mahina?" Neon gasped, quickening into a jog. There was no time to waste. "How did you capture her?! All I've been hearing from everyone is that she's unbeatable!" Neon would never underestimate the techs' capability again.
He bit his lip. "Yeah, I'll back you up. Wouldn't want you getting caught too. But now that we know where they are, and you've got their ace in the hole - this should be birthday cake." He said. "I've threw down with the Natives before - armed or not, they're thugs. And I've dealt with my share of thugs. Meet me at my coordinates nearby the aquarium. Are you good with leaving Mahina with the fuzz?"

As he lapped the marketplace district, looking for the closest route to the police station, all the while wondering just where Lee, Jessie, and Fortuna went off to, he happened upon a mural. Murals, unlike in Durem, were sparse on the isles - usually removed shortly after conception, so to preserve the immaculateness of the resort, much to Neon's chagrin. He normally kept it to himself, but it made the city feel much less like a city.
But this. This piece appeared to be taken straight from Durem itself. In fact, it resembled much of his own style. One could even say it was identical.
Pictured was a painting, a far-reaching graffiti that evoked the Gambino family tree, but with one minor, major difference; the tree did not end with Gino Gambino's name, but with two other's - Guanlong, and Stefano Maurizio. The latter of which meant much more than a name to Neon.

The Graffiti King felt like his heart was buried alive that very second. "Oh no," He muttered. No one ever made street art in the marketplace, for fear of attracting the local hoods, who saw it as a threat to their territory. "Stefano, what are you doing?" Neon sped off in the direction of the police station, knowing only Slait would know the answer. But not before capturing a photo of the loud, brilliant design.

He hoped he could make it in time.
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Neon Graffiti

Luna Vitesse


[ Isle de Nativ - Beach ]

Not far off, a couple of wayward rebels happened upon the spacecraft. Having taken shelter among the tall grass and the dunes, they lay, arms draped close around their rifles as if they were their girlfriends. Exchanging careful words in their native tongue, they stood absolutely still, but their hearts trembled.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"It's a freaking flying saucer, man!"

He hushed him. "Zip it! Or do you want to get vaporized?" The rebel gleamed over the spacecraft, chewing his lip in contemplation. "If the pirates got a hold of a Zurg ship, imagine how fast they'll be able to find us - and blow us up." Reaching into his uniform, he produced a radio. "We gotta alert Zilla."

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[ Isle de Nativ - Aquarium ]

In West Gambino, Zilla was suddenly assaulted with a loud buzz from his suit. Settling Mamala down in front of the good doctor, Zilla went to answer it, but never once looked away from her.
"What! This better be good!" He met the rebels with his loudspeaker of a voice, but their response left him white as a ghost. Peering up at Otrera, he was actually happy the doctor was in view to hear the news.
"You didn't tell us they had a space ship," Zilla said, looking over his equally puzzled lackeys. "How the hell did they get their hands on that...?" His teeth dug into his lip; s**t just got real.
"Make a sweep around the area! We don't want anybody giving away our location! Especially if this s**t is gonna turn into Space Invaders..."

The rebels did as Zilla instructed, taking up arms and making way outside, itchy to open fire on anyone not familiar.

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[ At the GIPD ]

He clicked the button, and leaned back to stare up to the ceiling. His eyes scanned the ceiling, pausing on each little spot, imagining they were landmarks on a sprawling landscape. It might of been how an ant would see it. Or a fly, since most ants couldn't fly and thus could not get to the ceiling. He was getting distracted.

"I am currently at the Gambino Isle Police Department. I know where Luna is. I've captured the leader of the resistance and made a deal with her in exchange for Luna's location. As much as I wanna charge in there alone, I know that's just gonna get me captured as well. I'm gonna need some back up. Maybe we should talk strategy as well."


(( I should probably mention college classes are starting again next week, so I'm gonna be even more pressed for time than usual. Sorry in advance for any slow responses. sweatdrop ))


[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]

"Mahina! You mean Mahina?" Neon gasped, quickening into a jog. There was no time to waste. "How did you capture her?! All I've been hearing from everyone is that she's unbeatable!" Neon would never underestimate the techs' capability again.
He bit his lip. "Yeah, I'll back you up. Wouldn't want you getting caught too. But now that we know where they are, and you've got their ace in the hole - this should be birthday cake." He said. "I've threw down with the Natives before - armed or not, they're thugs. And I've dealt with my share of thugs. Meet me at my coordinates nearby the aquarium. Are you good with leaving Mahina with the fuzz?"

As he lapped the marketplace district, looking for the closest route to the police station, all the while wondering just where Lee, Jessie, and Fortuna went off to, he happened upon a mural. Murals, unlike in Durem, were sparse on the isles - usually removed shortly after conception, so to preserve the immaculateness of the resort, much to Neon's chagrin. He normally kept it to himself, but it made the city feel much less like a city.
But this. This piece appeared to be taken straight from Durem itself. In fact, it resembled much of his own style. One could even say it was identical.
Pictured was a painting, a far-reaching graffiti that evoked the Gambino family tree, but with one minor, major difference; the tree did not end with Gino Gambino's name, but with two other's - Guanlong, and Stefano Maurizio. The latter of which meant much more than a name to Neon.

The Graffiti King felt like his heart was buried alive that very second. "Oh no," He muttered. No one ever made street art in the marketplace, for fear of attracting the local hoods, who saw it as a threat to their territory. "Stefano, what are you doing?" Neon sped off in the direction of the police station, knowing only Slait would know the answer. But not before capturing a photo of the loud, brilliant design.

He hoped he could make it in time.
[At the GIPD]
He heard Neon's voice pause, then the radio shut off before he could get a word in edgewise. In any case, Neon was on the way and they could sort out the best way to launch this mission. He already had a few ideas in mind... For the sake of speeding things up, he walked over to the nearby payphone and took the liberty of phoning GM headquarters. He had some choice names in mind already, and even a jet was gonna take a little while to drop them off. It was best to get them started immediately, even if Neon decided to change the plan a bit when they talked it over.
[ Isle de Gambino - Gaian Police Department ]

Any person would take at least an hour to get to the police department, and that's just with a taxi. But in thirty minutes, Neon was already standing outside of the building, a little fatigued but hardly winded. The supersoldier entered the building, goading the staff's attention. Soon, Neon and 13 to the room where Slait stayed.

"Evening, wolf-boy," 13 had made sure there was no one in the room before he opened his mouth. He leaped on to the desk just as Neon collapsed in a nearby chair, fanning himself with a magazine. "So, what's the scoop?" The cat raised a brow, having just caught Slait making a phone call. "Where's the cat-girl?"

"Where's Mahina??" Neon exclaimed, fearful. The fact that Slait was able to imprison a demigod was a testament to his experience on the field. "Did she say she was alive...??" The soldier panted, his pleas directed at the floor as he fought to catch his breath. He would quickly regain his stamina, but not quick enough - Luna's life, and subsequently Stefano's, depended on it.
As he gathered his thoughts, Neon opened up the picture on his phone of the mural, and zoomed in, checking twice, thrice that it was his brother's name. Stefano was truly convinced he was of Gambino lineage, and slowly, he was starting to believe him. For now, he could only wait for Slait to design a plan for them, and according to the phone that was just in his hand, the gears were already starting to turn.


"Relax, kid," Hyde entered the scene not as subtly, looking like he had just done battle with a terrible hangover. "Or what, you think you and Slait here would be going into this alone?"

"Hyde...!" Neon nearly got out of his chair for this guy, settling only for sitting up. "... you look like hell."

"Yeah well, after Mahina and her rebels gave us a warm welcome back, I had a nasty encounter with one of those Monuments from the Pirate Embassy. Speaking of which, where is that b***h? I wanna give her a peace of my mind."

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