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Caelum Lupus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:42 am
The crew has just wrapped up a particularly troublesome mission and has set sail. After much arguing they have set a course for their home away from home Gambino with celebration and booze in mind. They also intend to stock up on supplies and goodies for their travels. Right now they are on their ship in high spirits recovering from wounds and taking damage inventory and the like. This is where our story will begin....
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:58 pm
Lucky Lucas Lucky Lucas Clarke was half-asleep, resting in a sunny spot on the ship with a hat pulled over his face. In the last mission, the escape had been a bit tricky. As he was running, some rebel with a sword took a couple of swings at his arm. Now, after he got some bandages, he felt compelled to take a bit of a rest. Soon enough, he knew, someone would come by and order him to go count something trivial, like how much gunpowder they had, or how much of the food had gone to rats. It wouldn't bother him, a small part of Luc knew that he was an actual pirate, and as such, he had to do 'chores'. Besides, it was hard to be down. Sure, they had some injuries and some supplies had been lost, but they completed the mission. It was a time to celebrate, and sure, it was nice being on a ship, but the real parties were in Gambino.
Ah, Gambino. Luc had find memories of the place, that was for sure. He couldn't handle living there forever, though. Far too high-paced. Still, they did have good booze and good company there. Not to mention something to do. Perhaps he could earn a bit of gold and go snooping around the markets. Perhaps not so much for the shopping, but for the fat wallets that tended to linger around that area. Or perhaps he'd just obtain money legally. The illegal route always carried the slight threat that he'd be caught.
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:24 pm
¢нαяℓσттє ѕмιтнє A woman of gilded skin feathered in golden fabric whisked out into the light of the lower deck, making her appearance to the sun. She had just gotten Lady Nonamia's newest member settled in down at the belly of the ship: a sleek little Egyptian Mau she called Rasha, another hunter. The addition of the new cat made Charlotte feel better and more potent than ever; the woman was itching to dock at Gambino and cause some mischief, to say in the least. She thought of the missions that needed accomplishing, but those were the least important things on her mind. No, the whole idea of Gambino was far more fascinating. It just screamed gambling and drinking, which for her, meant some stupid, drunk men, and quite a horde of entertainment. She smiled at the image of rubies and sapphires, silk, ivory clasps. Had her mouth been open, Char most certainly would have been drooling. With her eyes closed, she felt the sky speeding past her face, she smelled the clouds, bright and fresh, around them. It was almost difficult to remember the time she'd spent her life on the ground, and even more difficult to remember why she'd stayed so long down there. Life was so much more.... well, life was more, up here, life was more as a pirate.
~тнє вαѕιℓιѕк~
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:19 am
!Aτℓαητα Thαℓαssα
While all the other crew members rested after their successful mission, Atlanta sat back in the shade, thoroughly sifting through their rewards and bounty, stolen from the enemy's lair. After counting an exact pile of gold, she would make a mark off on a small ledger, wrap it up in a small satchel, and drop down a chute to her left, where it would be scanned and transported to the correct holding cell in the hull of the ship. Long and tedious work she thought, but at least it made her smell like the treasures she organized.
Sighing, she leaned against a wall of the ship, watching the sky warily. The last mission went fairly well, but the sad excuses for pirates they had been sent to deal with managed to damage some of the Lady Nonamia. She would probably have to enlist someone's help to document the small nicks and scratches, while she calculated just how much it would cost to repair, and how she was going to haggle with the repairmen.
Also, they were going to land in Gambino soon. While it would be nice to send a message to her family, overall the port town made her nervous for her the crew's booty. Paranoia normally kept her on deck while the others partied to keep watch of the treasures stashed.
Now with a list of things to do and worry about, Atlanta returned to inventorying, hoping she'd be able to get a swim in when they landed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:08 pm
  Marina
Ship Doctor Marina watched with stead-fast eyes as the members of the crew relaxed and planned to celebrate on their latest success. Missions varied in difficulty, depending on what the Captain would decide to take - with input of the crew, of course - but no matter how hard one was or wasn't, Marina found her duty was always needed. It seemed that the larger kind were always getting injured, one way or another. Especially on this particular one. It had been, certainly, one of the more demanding of challenges this crew faced in these missions. After all, Marina had seen almost every single crew member on board, alternating between her two forms to aid, heal, and bandage all wounds and injuries that had been made today. Still, it wasn't like any of them had been gravely injured or died, so the ship's doctor had no reason to complain - not that she was. It was just her way, worrying over everything, knowing her Captain would not do so as seriously.
Staying back, observing, Marina did not join the others in their elation. A collect few were still doing their assigned tasks, for no matter the circumstances, the Lady Nonamia needed several pairs of hands to keep her sailing. While that was not this one's occupation on the ship, her purpose was to keep the hands, that did keep the Lady in pristine condition and moving, well and strong. People can break down just like any vessel built - moreso in fact. But, with all members of the crew already looked on and checked over, there was nothing else really to do now. Still, Marina did not join the others.
Having reverted back to her smaller form, her true form, it was a rather easy task to slip by the others unnoticed. The pixie had no urge to take advantage of the break the members had, instead retreating to the confines of her room - one she shared with her bonded companion. With so much power given back to her because of the bond she shares, Marina has little need for rest. Even with the extent she had done today, the ship's doctor was completely alert and aware. Unless the Captain asked it of her (or there was an unseen injury or need of her skills), this pixie with hair the colour of murky waters would wait the rest of the trip mostly in her shared room until they reached the port of Gambino. That place was where it held both sad and joyous memories for the pixie - the joyous ones coming majorly from a certain Light Elf who also happened to be the Captain of this ship. A serene smile touched her face, as she recalled him as a boy. How little he had changed, how much he had.
Wings fluttering, the pixie lowered her flying form onto the window sill, looking out through its glass to watch the others on the deck.
Vaguely, Marina wondered what would await them at their destination.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:37 pm
Yulan Mathais C O O K xxxxxx with an attitude  “Gorram it! Don’t tell me we’re out of turmeric again,” Yulan shouted, kicking over a box a potatoes in frustration! He was down in the galley preparing a hearty lunch for the rest of the pirate crew. Bringing his hand up and massaging the bridge of his nose, Yulan began run through spices and recipes he could use alternatively. Yulan loved to cook, it was one of the few things he credited himself at being good at, but food was expensive. Especially so in Yulan’s case since his meals were never made bland by any margin. Gathering good spice was hard and Yulan used much of it on a regular basis.
“Coriander,” the cook thought aloud lifting his eyes to the cabinet he had been rummaging through. Moving his thick fingers amongst the jars and vials, Yulan scanned for the right label. “Ah, found it,” he smirked triumphantly. Taking the powder, Yulan began to season some fresh chicken which he had been preserving with salt since a few jobs back. Yulan valued food and typically never let things go to waste. Putting the chicken in a wok Yulan let the juices and spice simmer, sending a heavenly, aromatic smell wafting throughout the ship.
Yulan was a Skorne Purist, martial and practical, which made the current arrangements nearly ideal if not for the insufferable magic. The ship was practically wallowing in it and Yulan did his very best not to show offense. Lifting up his shirt a tad, Yulan could still see the burn from their last mission. Even if he was a cook, Yulan knew how to fight just as well anybody else. His favored weapon was a spear he had won in a duel, but that didn’t prevent the mage he fought from slinging a few fireballs his way.
Yulan had actually taken on a fair number of sword wielding goons, keeping them at bay with the reach of his spear. If it wasn’t for that damned mage, Yulan would have likely come out completely unscathed. The pixie doctor had mended him up, soothed his burns, but to Yulan it still hurt like the rack. His skin was slightly pink and taut, but at least he had been healed. It was merely now a source of extreme discomfort, but only when he wore a shirt. The abrasive material really exacerbated the problem. He’d likely have to let the doctor know about it sometime soon. For now he started gathering plates and utensils, getting ready for the rest of the crew.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 12:30 pm
¢нαяℓσттє ѕмιтнє
Charlotte opened her eyes to see more of Lady Nonamia's crew converging on deck. She supposed they'd all just about recovered from the last mission. She had made it out unscathed, herself, but only because she'd frozen all enemies in her path. She realized then that much of the rest of the crew had not been as lucky as she... occupied so with her new cat, she hadn't even thought of helping out Marina with the healing like she normally did. Leaving the bow of the ship, she walked toward the stern, passing numerous windows and doors. Char couldn't actually heal anyone; she wasn't nearly as skilled as the doctor, but she had been known to hypnotize patients into relaxation, numbing them to the pain. The golden woman wondered if Marina was already finished going over all the injured pirates.
As Charlotte arrived at the doctor's quarters, she saw just what she expected: the pixie perched on the sill of the window. With a gentle smile, she raised her hand in greeting. Forming the words silently, she mouthed
"May I come in?"
She knew the woman was a fairly solitary pixie, but Char liked to think that the doctor somewhat enjoyed her company. It was worth trying, anyway. She knew there could be a lot to learn from this woman.
~тнє вαѕιℓιѕк~
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:40 pm
Marina
Ship Doctor Entuned to her senses, even though that by the time Char had reached the water pixie’s shared quarters Marina had become lost in thought, the ancient still sensed her arrival. That is why, when the mage waved, Marina had caught the gesture having already turned around to greet the mage. In response, she inclined her head and one of her arms made a sweeping motion – as they were a fair distance from each other, so Marina usually made larger gestures in this form; people often had trouble seeing what she was expressing from far away otherwise. This doctor did not have the same problem, for besides the fact that the larger kind were, well, larger, Marina’s eyesight was impeccable. As such, she had no trouble catching and understanding the words Char had mouthed at her.
Whether the ship’s mage realized how being as quiet as possible was preferred or not, Marina appreciated the gesture anyway. After all, the lump on the considerably-sized bed – the only one in the cabin – had only just fallen asleep, and the pixie would like to keep it that way. Glancing the lump’s way, Marina decided it would be better for Char not to come in. It was not the pixie didn’t enjoy the other’s company, she did find it nice enough, it was just that keeping company meant conversation, and that would almost definitely wake up the Captain from a nap he sorely needed.
Pushing off of the window sill she had been resting against, it was an effortless transition to change into her “human” form, landing softly, silently on the floor. Stalking up towards Char, she touched the mage on the shoulder, guiding her outside the room completely and fully into the hall. With her other hand, Marina had taken hold of the knob of the door, and very slowly and carefully closing it with the least amount of sound possible. Once totally shut, signalled by a gentle click of the locking mechanism, then did the grown pixie answer her question. “How about a walk?” She queried, the hand and arm that had closed the door making an “after you” motion.
It was true that Marina could have easily stayed in her true form for the stroll, but no matter how powerful she was or how fast her wings moved, it still became troublesome after a while to keep up with the larger kind. Of course, the ones she would be walking with could slow their pace, but Marina felt there was no reason to force people down a level – even if it was her level – of whatever they were doing. The ancient pixie was a capable woman, and felt everyone should stay as capable as they could, just like she wanted to be. (Marina could also just rest on the shoulders or head of the one she was walking with, but that was something she would only do with someone who she was completely and totally comfortable with, as well as trusted with all her being. There was only one person who had that kind of camaraderie – and he was currently taking a nap in their quarters.) Why create an unnecessary hassle when it was the easiest thing to just become part of the larger kind? Marina felt there wasn’t. So, the pixie just skipped all of that, and made things easier for the both of them.
Now Marina would just have to see if her mage friend and crew member would join her on the stroll she was offering to take instead of Char coming inside of the shared quarters. Away from the sleeping Captain.
((Technically, Marina’s quarters are the Captain’s, but of well.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:06 pm
(My apologies. I also didn't make it very clear, but the reason Char was silent was because I imagined her being outside, looking through the window to Marina who was inside. No need to change it... but I just thought I'd clarify that).
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:06 pm
¢нαяℓσттє ѕмιтнє
Charlotte watched the pixie change into her human form, growing much, much larger than her real form. It was something that she could never get used to seeing.
"A walk sounds lovely, Marina."
It was hard for Char, a fairly young woman, to see the doctor as an equal, as was generally expected (except for the Captain) on the ship. Marina clearly surpassed Basi by far when it came to age, though no one knew by quite how much the pixie really surpassed them. She had so much more experience with people and life, and the world. It was akin to looking up to a grandmotherly figure, although the doctor didn't look anywhere near that age. Perhaps, more so, like an aged mother. Or aunt. Not only that, but the doctor gained more respect for her place alongside Calcifer. They were, to put simply, companions, and had been for a long time, but again, no one knew much about the extent of it. It was inferred that they were partners, but there was no proof of it. Everything, it seemed, was so secretive with Marina. Which was maybe why Charlotte found the woman to be of such fascination. Jumping right into what she really wanted to know, the golden woman spoke.
"How is our Captain doing this day? Not ill or maimed, is he?"
She didn't have to feign concern - everyone fed off of the Captain's well being on a ship such as this, as a fetus survives off its mother, or a wolf pack thrives off the Alphas. Outsiders who didn't understand the lives of pirates or their ties to their ship and Captain often thought it sick and wrong, these attachments. But Char didn't think about outsiders much - outsiders were seen as either enemies or neutral affiliates. After all, who needed anything more than the family that was the Lady Nonamia's crew? Certainly not Charlotte Smithe.
~тнє вαѕιℓιѕк~
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:38 am
 !Aτℓαητα ThαℓαssαTreasurer&NavigatorContent with the tallies in the ledger, Atlanta snapped it closed and stood to brush off the dirt on her pants. Her face remained in a stern pucker from the sun relentlessly burning her corneas. "The sun!" she thought to her herself miserably. "I never realized how much I hated it before I was forced to live in it!" Down in the depths of the sea, no light passed through, and their only sources of light were bio-luminescent creatures and their own magic. It reminded Atlanta of the top-side's early morning. Any time after that, however, Atlanta felt to be far too bright for her poor eyes. She'd have to invest in a pair of sunglasses, the mermaid resolved. That would mean she had to leave the ship unattended to for an hour or two, but maybe she could make the trip lightning quick?
A quick shake of her head brought Atlanta back to her previous duties concerning the ship. That excursion was to happen much later, and she had the damages done to the ship to worry about! Her sea-colored eyes lost their shine at the thought of the expenses this vessel would cost them. There also stood the need of supplies to be purchased and brought on deck, along with some inevitable partying she knew her crewmates would surely partake in... In thought, she began to circle the ship's deck slowly, feeling with her hands the splintered banister and pursed her lips.
"I'll just have to adjust their party allowances," Atlanta concluded, stopping mid-step to come up with a decent amount for each pirate and still keep them in her absurdly high black; the payout was quite bountiful from the last mission, maybe they could swing a hundred thousand each? Two? Two and a half?
The pirates had assigned to them a specific allowance by Atlanta, to ensure none of the more impulsive members did not gamble all their gold away. She took into consideration each crew member's needs of course, normally giving responsible people and those whose equipment cost more to care for more money. She'd get a lot of slack because of it, but it was for the good of the ship's overall monetary worth--she would deal.
Coming unto an acceptable agreement with herself, Atlanta resumed walking around the deck, however now with purpose: she was going to enlist Lucky's help in surveying the Lady Nonamia's damages. Shifting to a stop in front of him, she awkwardly scratched at her arm, wondering how to awake the resting fighter. "Kick him? Nah, that's too barbarian... Call his name? But he's sleeping, he won't hear me... Hnnn..." And that left Atlanta with little to no options, standing in front of Luc silently, like a creeper.(Just in case you don't know, "in the black" means that the ship's above the desired quota and is profiting; "Black Friday" is when all the businesses sell more merchandise to get more money. "In the red" is when the business is in debt or is below sufficient quota.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:16 am
Lucky Lucas
The sun had been so pleasant, too. Luc had finally decided just to spend the rest of the journey just resting in this particular spot, basking in the sun. At least until he was forced to get up and do work. However, that was before the sun was blocked from his face. That was short-lived. For several minutes, he remained motionless, hoping the person would just move on. When it was clear the person was not moving, Luc groaned pathetically and removed the hat from his face. "Atlanta, didn't anyone ever tell you to let sleeping seadogs lie?" Except in battle, people knew that for the most part, Luc shouldn't be taken seriously. He joked, he flirted, he spent entirely too much time living in the moment. He replaced his hat and blinked rapidly to get used to the sudden sun. One of Luc's favorite sailing days were the days when the sky was cloudless and the sun was bright. A fair sea would be preferable too. However, as he looked Atlanta's stern face, he thought that perhaps others did not feel the same.
"Atlanta, beautiful, your pretty little face looks miserable this day. Would it kill ya to look a bit happier?" Before he had become a pirate, he had known next to nothing about mermaids, except that they had the potential to be incredibly dangerous. To be frank, he still didn't have an extensive knowledge on them, he just knew that Atlanta got cranky when she wasn't near water. Sometimes it was strange to realize that he was one of the very few humans aboard the ship. To have no magical powers, to not be able to create a fire at will or to see in the future was troubling at times. But, he decided, being a human did have its benefits. Like enjoying the sun, for instance.
Looking over at the sea for a moment, Luc still didn't have any definite plans for Gambino. Perhaps he'd visit a pub, perhaps he'd go earn a few extra gold brawling. There could be a job or two that needed to be filled. He looked at Atlanta. She wasn't really a partier. Maybe that came with the, according to Lucky, excruciatingly boring job of navigator. That made her all the more fun to tease. As per usual, he was wearing a charming smile that was becoming very close to a smirk. Stretching again, he jokingly put an arm around Atlanta and said, "Well, love, what do you require of Lucky today? Some boxes that need counting?"
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:34 pm
!Aτℓαητα ThαℓαssαTreasurer&NavigatorAtlanta squirmed in Luc's hold, uncomfortable with the weight he added to her shoulders. She glared at his entertained expression, finally managing to shrug off the muscular arm. That was one thing she didn't like about Lucky--he was very friendly, even though she hadn't known him for a long time. Coming from an environment where most men were carefully cultured to be gentlemen that stood away from her by two yards, Atlanta still had to acclimate to the very personal way top-siders acted. They reminded her of airpeople; completely free and impulsive.
Her face regrettably pinkened at Luc's compliments. She refrained from being a vain person and normally ignored her looks to instead devote herself to work, but it was nice to hear praise. Lucky did stick it on a little thick, she'd admit, but there had been worse. "I'd rather you stop with the joking," Atlanta huffed. She scratched her cheek, hoping the blush would tear away with it. "I need you to help me check over the ship... It sustained a fair bit of damage last mission." She examined Luc's sun-blushed face, and then compared it to her own tanned skin.
Merpeople and humans were alike in varying skin tones, the only difference being that they never tanned like humans did. She knew that Luc liked basking in the sun; she saw him doing the recreational activity often, and normally she'd have to roll him off the treasury deposits on the floor of the deck. She also knew that after spending enough time under the sun's rays, human skin would actually burn as if it was cooked in an oven, and caused a lot of pain. Maybe his cheeks were red from sunburn, then? That probably would hurt...
Eyes quickly widening, Atlanta recalled Luc had been wounded on the arm, recognizing the bandages on his arm a bit more clearly. She looked away deftly, coughing into her hand--how could she have asked an injured person for help in lifting heavy ship parts for inventory? "Er, if you don't mind, that is, please... If you don't feel up to it, I can get someone else..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 4:13 pm
Lucky Lucas
Luc shrugged, reclaiming his arm. "Aye aye, Cap'pn Navigator. Though," he continued rather dramatically, "I am quite offended that you think I was joking, Atlanta. Your face will freeze like that, and wouldn't losing that be a shame for all the young mermen, not to mention all the upstanding thugs in Gambino?" His face split into a wide grin yet again. Merpeople of all sorts, Luc noticed, didn't have much humor. Incapable of making jokes. Even Atlanta, surrounded by every species, still blushed where some of the other pirates would just casually whack him across the head. Perhaps because she hadn't been a pirate on the Lady Nonamia very long. For the life of him he couldn't tell if she was bemused by this or annoyed by it. Probably didn't matter, 'twas easier to turn day to night then to change Luc's personality.
"Knew I couldn't relax for long. Damage to the ship, you say?" Luc noticed Atlanta glancing at his skin, then at his face. "Oh, the sunburn? Merpeople don't get that? It hurts, and then my devilishly good looks are tainted for a while. But my absolutely charming personality more than makes up for it, I think." He touched his sunburn and winced before returning to the task at hand. Well, mostly. Was Luc ever totally focused on the task?
At Atlanta's sudden stuttering, Luc was confused at first. "Babe, I don't know what you're-Oh, my arm?" He indicated the bandages. "This was just a scratch. Less than a scratch. A nick at most. Of course, it would be heaven just to go back to sleeping in the sun..." Luc looked longingly at his resting spot, then shook his head sadly. "No, the captain will probably be asking around for what we did after the battle. I suppose it'll be good to say that I did something. Besides," the smirk was back, "always good to help a pretty lady, from what I've learned."
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:08 pm
!Aτℓαητα ThαℓαssαTreasurer&Navigator"I have better things to do than be ogled at," Atlanta mumbled, "like survey the ship." If he insisted, she had no choice but to use him. "If I agitate his wound further, though, Marina won't let me hear the end of it... I'll just watch him closely." She cocked her head to the front part of the ship, indicating that they would visit that area first. The front had, from what she felt upon first entering the enemy hideout, suffered from a bit of a scuffle with a large stalactite. She dreaded looking at the area, since it was technically her fault for not piloting the ship carefully enough.
She slowed to a stop at the edge of the ship, preparing herself for the sight she about to witness. Carefully leaning over the banister and ordering a, "don't you dare let me fall over," Atlanta peered at the carefully built vessel, relieved when the actual result of the crash was minimal. The worst of it was a slight break in the hull, but the metal backing fortifying the wood would keep it from breaking open. That sent her figures far down the scale, saving them a large sum of gold. What gods did she have to thank for this? Ampoti, who rested on her chest, perhaps? The indication of the pearl forgiving her for losing her sister lifted something from her heart, filling her with a happy feeling she hadn't felt in years.
Her relief was so great she actually forgot she was leaning on a banister over a great expanse of clouds, and her hold accidentally slipped some, shocking her from her happy place. "Ah, thank goodness it's not so baaaaAAD!?"
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