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High-functioning Shapeshifter
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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:05 pm
They had only been a few minutes up in the air before the bickering started. Dr. Hertford normally wouldn't tolerate such behavior, but under the present circumstances, there were more important things on her mind.
Such as the fact that she was flying on a stolen airship badly in need of repairs, into the deepest parts of one of the most untamed jungles in the world, with a rag-tag crew of dubious character and little experience in dealing with the paranormal. Not to mention the unpleasant fact that none of them had packed properly, and as such the crew was short on food, munitions, and very likely spare sets of clothes, which may not seem very important, but after a few years in the jungle wearing the same thing, one saw new clothes in a completely different light.
"Now, you two," Dr. Hertford commented half-heartedly, "I'll not have fighting on this ship. Corporal, you have my permission to land as soon as possible, at which point Eufrasi may begin repairs."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:51 pm
(well sir...that ship still had only a jib, which would not require a mainsheet to pull, as it were. I was thinking of the kind which slightly predated the zeppelin, using propellors for thrust, and was suspended beneath the balloon in a ridged frame. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File biggrin upuyLomeDirigeable.jpg
like that? but...the hull would be larger, and enclosed. ^^; )
Giles grinned at the Corporal,
"Sorry sir." He guessed the man didn't much appreciate being addressed below his rank.
He turned to the Doctor,
"I'm sorry Doctor, but I'm afraid this ship doesn't have cabins. There is a large room used to haul dry cargo however, and I'm sure if we were to rig up a tarp in the middle to divide it, the room could serve as both men and women's sleeping arrangements."
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:12 pm
"Yes, Eufrasi, let's be chums." He grinned that wicked grin once more, not bothering to turn around. His voice had gained a slightly higher pitch, adding a sinister touch to it. "After all, it would be an awful shame if someone were to get hurt on this journey, wouldn't it?
He left the wheel for a moment, confident it wouldn't swing wildly off course if he ventured away from the helm for a moment or two. "Be a good sport and make sure we don't die, will you?" he called back as he strolled back to the deck. Ambling over to the rope, from which the dock fragment was still attatched, he drew his knife. He tossed it from one hand to another, smiling as he watched the light glint off the blade, until he suddenly grabbed it with both and thrust it into the rope. It severed, releasing the bit of dock. Far below him, a pigeon feeding on scraps in an alley received a nasty surprise.
As he walked back to the helm, he called to the Doctor: "We should be leaving the city limits in a few moments. Once we're out of the jurisdiction of those guards, I'll land the airship." He whispered to himself now, hoping no one could hear. "If anyone gets my bounty, it'll be the 'dead' reward. I don't think my dignity could stand being caught 'alive'."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:09 pm
Rhett Winchester Metven found a large squarish storage crate on the deck of the airship and seated herself upon it to watch the antics of the crew. She crossed her legs and laid her staff over her lap. They were rather amusing, the joking dare-devil Corporal, the buisiness-like biologist, the mechanic who only wanted to make sure his job was done right, and the doctor who put up with them all for the sake of saving some people from zombies.
She smiled as she continued to study them. Her job didn't begin until they were in the Kongo.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 3:34 pm
Eufrasi crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the Corporal. He could already tell this was going to be one of those times where two thieves didn't get along. He patted the handle of the bowie knife sheathed securely at the back of his belt, partly to ensure it was still there and partly to make a point.
"I'm not about to let myself be the one who get's injured first," he said, scowling and relinquishing the wheel as the Corporal returned to it, having kept it steady while he seemingly abandoned it. "And it's not paranoia; the engine is labouring harder than it should be, and you took off a piece of the hull... Anyway, repairs shouldn't take more than a couple hours if I can get a hand when we set back down," he finished with a touch of optimism, approaching the good Doctor, thumbs thrust through his belt. "So, tell me more about what we're risking our necks for."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:23 pm
iles atared at them all for a moment, wringing his hands together before giving small bow and rushing from the room.
After he has strung a tarp un in the center of the cargo-hold, he returned to the small lounge that he had previously converted into a lab, opened a window, and dangled a small net outside to see what sort of high flying incects he could collect today.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:45 pm
Corporal Darkfeather hummed a tune as he swayed the airship side to side hypnotically. It was an old one, which he remembered his grandmother singing to him on colder winter nights, as he sat by her feet watching the flickering flames of the fire. The words slowly crept back into his mind. And he began to sing, in a rumbling yet gentle voice, like a strong wave washing over the shore...
" 'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
"She was a tawny gipsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;
"I liked the flaring yellow scarf
Bound loose about her thoat,
I liked her showy purple gown
And flashy velvet coat.
"A man came up, too loose of tongue,
And said no good to her;
She did not blush as Saxons do,
Or turn upon the cur;
"She fawned and whined, 'Sweet gentleman,
A penny for three tries!'
-- But oh, the den of wild things in
The darkness of her eyes."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:30 pm
Dr. Hertford turned to Eufrasi as he asked her more about their mission.
"As I said, I don't know the full details," she began to explain. "The people at headquarters only told me that there are rumors of necromancy in the Congo region, and that several people have died already. Apparently, a chief of one African tribe has been using the Dark Arts to wage war against an enemy tribe. We actually wouldn't have heard about this case were it not for the request sent by one of King Leopold of Belgium's officials."
Dr. Hertford beamed inwardly at this; it wasn't too often that royalty requested the aid of the Tillinghast Association, and though the mission had been rather difficult thus far, it was an honor to be assigned such a case.
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High-functioning Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:23 pm
((Dead, or does anyone care to post?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 1:24 am
Once I receive a response on the position of Air Captain, I'll begin posting. I just need confirmation.
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