|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 7:06 pm
(( Scotsman? If you're referring to Myles's kilt, he's not a Scotsman, but he has played one on the stage. ))
(( Ah. Okay. ))
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 7:38 pm
((No Audaxity's character Yousha is scotish))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 2:10 pm
Abigail sighed and picked up the dog, scratching the scruff around his neck idly as she held him.
"Please don't encourage him." She shot a glance at Finagle. "Sit back down before you hurt yourself again."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:22 pm
[sick bay]
"Do you NOT smell that smoke!?" he retorts back, waving his arm towards some vague direction. "Lady, I'm the lest of your problems, until that engine is fixed! If those engines give out, i'm not gonna be the only one around here who looks like they came crashing outta the sky. Now, let me fix the damn things then after you can knock me out with chloroform, or strap me to the cot till I am properly healed."
He draws breath and sighs, he didn't have time for this. He needed to find the hanger again and get his tools, really he should call for the church and pick up the vessel before it starts on its rude introduction with the ground, in fact he just might do that as his hand reaches for the object that usually hanged around his neck. Oh shi-. That's right those pirates took that, Scarllet will have his head on a silver platter.
"Where's the Hanger."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:00 am
(its raining over here. and dear lord! it just roared down! literealy, it was all quiet then the rain was lashing the windows and roaring on the roof! was rather exciting! Ack there it goes again! makes me wanna crawl in bed)
[bridge]
despite Finangle's worries the engines were not the problem at hand. it was the cabling linking the balloons to the ship. aside from a main brace, of which held the catwalk into the balloons from the ship, the cables were all that held them on. If too many more broke, they could rip the brace off and things would get rather messy.
The clanks were doing a valiant job at holding the cables in place, but several were nearing their limit. a few were dangling off the balloons by the cable they had tried to secure.
With zero visability in any direction, and instruments actingup, Daniel started to pray for a miracle.
"Anything Lord, I need your help. I need a way out, I need to get my people out"
As soon as he had asked, the clouds parted revealing a way out of the storm. Strong emotions rolled over the captain. If that wasn't a direct answer to prayer!
Blinking from tears his eyes, Daniel pushed the Khaos as fast as she could safely and exited the storm. "Thank you Lord" Daniel said, and began singing an old hymn his grandfather had taught him. A song of thanks for unexpected help in times of trouble.
Although The captain was not the best singer, his voice was strong and clear. and echoed into the speaker tubes that he forgot were still open.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:45 am
[hold]
looking around a the mess in the hold, Wuneye spots his armor lying on the floor. Hurrying over to it he moans at the state it is in. the shoulder guards are badly damaged, as well as the hip guards. some parts were still good, the torso, the shield and sword seemed alright.
It was then that wuneye realized that he was only in his under garments. a bit embarrassed at walking around with so little on he quickly dons his clothes and the less damaged armor, slinging his shield and sword on his back.
looking up, Wuneye heard a song coming from somewhere, a strong yet gentle sound, like a church song, thanking someone for something. wondering what could inspire such a song, he decides to go look.
it was a tight fit to make it through the hallways though. but after crawling up a few stairs and getting lost only once, he finds his way on deck.
the rain is still coming down, and the clanks are starting to loose their grip. with out a second thought he snags several of the cables in his mighty hands a hauls back on them returning the balloon to where it should be aligned. The clanks scurry around wuneye, some holding on to him, some securing other cables.
"Looks like you could use mine help there metal men!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 10:03 pm
(( aww Wuneye is becoming rather heroic! hurray! ))
[Alexandria's cabin--->hold]
Alexandria stretched and rubbed her eyes. She held onto the side of the bunk for a moment, expected to feel the tilt and yawn of the ship battling through the storm. It was surprisingly calm, though she could hear the patter of rain from outside.
Clad in a loose-fitting gown and soft slippers, Alexandria stole silently out of her cabin and began to creep slowly down the hallway, not sure what time of night it was.
"blang?" The clank said as it rose from beside her cabin's door.
"oh alright, you can come." Alexandria muttered.
She could hear a gentle song flowing through the hull and hummed along to the tune as she walked.
Alexandria made her way down the steep stairs into the hold to see Mr.Myles standing in some sort of skirt. She felt her face tinge with blush and swept her gaze to the floor.
"Mr.Myles, are you sure that is really descent?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:47 pm
~hold~
"Not yet."
He feels around in the pockets of the tailed jacket until he finds something. "Aha! Knew she wouldn't do without it." He takes out a folding lock-blade knife and pulls it into readiness.
Then he casually hooks a finger under the waist of the kilt to pull up the left side of the brief undergarment Ms Bruno left behind and slice it in twain. And then repeats this action on the right side before yanking the garment out.
He stows the knife and garment in the pocket. "Much better. As a Scotsman wears his kilt."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:42 pm
[bridge]
Daniel blew out a sigh of relief. Wuneye had wandered up to the main deck and secured the balloon with his great strength. a makeshift repair, but a welcome one. absently he wondered how Wuneye would fair in a fight against the bezerker Nysth. both seemed to have similar muscle. *
Now he had to get them to the nearest port. the scorched engine wouldn't hold with out repairs soon, but it was working so far. Scanning the horizon through the remaining storm clouds, Daniel was shacked to find they were almost upon a inhabited island with a giant cog arching over it. "No way... we should still be a whole day away from cog island! Did the storm blow us here?"
"Myles or Sylvian, can i see you at the helm please? I need some assistance with navigation. We seem to have nearly arrived at our port of call a day early."
*(Nysth has a hulk complex when he gets upset, he has been off for a while now tho)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 8:03 pm
~hold~
"Be right up, Daniel."
Myles bows to Alexandria and hurries up toward the...
~bridge~
Myles looks across the lightening horizon at Cog Island.
"Well, that certainly is convenient."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 8:25 pm
[bridge]
Daniel Nods at Myles as he enters the bridge.
"I cant say for certain, but the the only way we could have made 2 days travel time in a single day is if the storm blew us to the island. When we lost visual we may have been tossed farther than anticipated." Daniel frowns at his instruments, "Didn't help that all the instruments went wonky from the lightning."
gazing out the bridge windows, the sun can be seen peeking over the horizon. Checking the NOW stable instruments the chronometer displayed that it was just before dawn.
"hope fully somebody is awake down there," Daniel mutters and cues up the short range radio transmitter.
"Khaos to Cog Island, come back? Khaos to Cog Island, requesting cooridnates for docking. we are in bad shpe up here, over."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:31 am
[sick bay]
"I don't -achoo!- smell -achoo!- smoke", Martha commented. "Wicked allergies."
The dark elf looked at the man. He definately acted less than sane, but being previously working next to mad scientists, she sure had seen worse.
"Why don't you let him go? Maybe he needs to take a walk. Besides, I'll stay next to him. After all, I'm naturally gifted with those... different people", she proudly added, her ears twitching again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:49 pm
~bridge~
Myles takes the navigator's perch and leans to the tubes. "I need available clanks to report to proximity watch stations, everyone else prepare for a dock approach."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 8:15 pm
[sickbay]
The singing from the tubes threw him off as he knew the hymn quite well, almost joining in as the dark elf commented on his mental stability. His current image didn't help much as he was covered in dried blood, grease, oil and rust stained wrists. Hearing Myles on the tube he staggered over to it, finally pinpointing where the voices were coming from.
"Finagle from Sick Bay to Bridge, Whats the status of the ship?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
