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Daisuke sighed as he leaned against the chair in the black market of homeland of Everis, the crew mates were acting like a bunch of fools throwing gold around and looking at the shiny trinkets they had collected on their last purge. Out of the blue a small leather bond journal laid in the middle of the table. Its tattered appearance stuck out to him and he picked it up reading the information and he chucked. "Sirian Artifacts, sounds like something out of a fairytale." Daisuke said tossing the journal across the table where it landed in one of his crew mans lap and he laughed "But it would be nice to go, see the others and maybe some good cargo to steal." Daisuke said standing up and looking at the map out the outlawing lands.

((i just go here today and apparently one of the other people left because..of something))

"Perhaps a little demonstration eh?" Tear told Mizzen.
Tear looked round the harbour till she found what she were looking for. A small ship was trying to leave, though no wind blew.
"Ah ha! Hey you guys need a hand getting out of port?" She called down to a pleasure vessel.
"How you you help miss, there's no wind."
"Furl the sails I'll get you out" The vessel's pure white sails were out in full in only a few minutes. Tear willing up her energy muttered a spell and pointed in the direction of the departees. On her command, the wind gusted from her hands at a tremendous speed blowing the ship out of the harbour, them waving to her the whole way.

The elf waddles back to Mizzen. "You see. I can wield storm magic, both air and lightning are at my disposal. If your ship gets stuck at no sail, I can lend some aid. Likewise I'm good with a scimitar, taught by the legendary Ali himself."

Merlia was just left there standing on the ships deck as her new master, or so she thought, walked away forgetting that she was still there. She looked down and was trembling still. Of course because she was a slave that gave everyone the right to ignore her because she was a nobody, a nobody that once was a Princess. How could no one tell what she really was. She ended up just sitting on the deck right where she was. She felt so useless did not know what she could possible do.

(I know that I should not use my disability as something to lean on but because of it I find that some of the time when I read a ooc that is directed to me I think it's rude and I am really sensisitive so I start to get upset over something that might not be rude so please if you address me in an occ please try not to make it sould like one is attacking me with words it would be better for all of us. Speciffically me.)

(Me I am really bad It is what they call a Cognitive Social Disorder attached with ADHD, But me quit ha never. I usually am the only person left in the rp when it dies and I still sometimes look in to rps that have pretty much died but I was the last person to post to see if anyone else has. The thing is is that I have a life like many others but mine include looking for a stupid job so I can get my first car just to name one.)

(I did not say for people to slow down. I just have an issue with reading and its called being lazy I usually only read a post if it's directed at my character but I have been trying to read evey single post but I don't always have time to read.)

Mizzen shrugs in indifference as the pregnant elf wanders off and blows a small ship struggling to leave harbor out to sea. "An impressive ability..." Mizzen comments, returning the lip to the crate of apples beside her.

"But such abilities must have drawbacks as well. As long as those are kept in check, you're welcome aboard. You can help out our navigator from time to time." Mizzen added, picked up the crate of apples and hauling it aboard the Nighthawk before returning to her post alongside the gangplank.