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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:50 am
 xxx  SteamPunk // Fantasy // Mythology“It was more than a thousand years ago since the fall of the sea…all its treasures were cast into the hollow abyss that lays below our floating islands…no one knows why the oceans left…some say a giant creature swallowed the seas, the oceans, our precious water…that is only myth...however, not all myths are legend. If one brave soul were to set to the skies he just might find himself caught up in the whirlwind between reality and fantasy…” –The Chronicles of Godwin, Salem
- - ♦ - - The Floating Isles of Zadea have existed for over a thousand years. After a great and terrible calamity, the world’s largest bodies of water, the oceans and seas, disappeared without reason. Records from that period of time were damaged and many are unreadable due to the circumstances revolving around the decay of the documents, written on what would appear to be paper. Any technologies that were discovered during the most recent excavations of ancient sites along the main islands only proved that civilizations did exist however; the findings have left many questions unanswered. Scholars and archaeologists have concluded that there is a connection between the loss of the bodies of water and the sudden appearance of the extremely deadly, and quite possibly, lethal gases that swell up in large patches around the continents. - - ♦ - - Role Play Brought to you by:
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------------Dust_in_Darkness  Information // Out.Of.Character // In.CharacterLayout by: Rixaka the Fallen
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 3:50 am
Daniel Walker
“We’ve called this meeting to discuss a problem that has been brought to out attention…”
Daniel’s hands wrapped around the manila envelope handed to him earlier. He had yet to open it, but the content inside was easy to predict. Just more boring paperwork. This was so dull. Here he was on a perfectly good Sunday, his day off mind you, sitting here in a meeting.
"Daniel!" One of the meeting members shouted as he tried to focus the teacher's attention. "This is important!" the man stressed in some feeble attempt to reach the man. Important they said. That was a laugh. This whole school- no this whole world- was all a giant joke. There were so many formalities. So many rules. Why? What was the purpose of these unneeded laws? Generations before nothing like this had ever been implemented and they has survived just fine. These jurisdictions he was urged to teach were nothing, but weights holding down the voices of the people. If you control the mind, you control the body. Similarly, the government had been trying to get professors, such as Daniel, to focus more on topics pertaining to the importance of following the law. But he was against this; he always had been.
The stubborn professor had purposely begun to teach theoretical magics instead of tyrannical law and ancient ruins, heavy spots of magic, where lessons for governmental parliament should have been. The news must have spread, which was why he was stuck here now, or so he assumed. "Well, get on with it then, gentlemen. I have little time to waist on this nonsensical chatter!" a bark of a laugh emitted from the teacher's throat. The comment seemed to have struck a cord. "Do you have any idea as to why you are here, Walker?"
Oh, this man was funny. There was so much hot air boiling up in his face that it was a wonder that he did not get picked up by the wind and fly away. Now that would be something to see. "Seriously, Daniel, you refuse to teach the given material, your students are absolutely terrified of you, and frankly, a number of the teachers are pretty scared of you too." Oh bah! What did the complaints of the masses matter to these men? They were just like the nobles. They pretended to care about others, but they still distanced themselves from the very people they were elevated to protect.
"No, Cuttons, why don't you stop telling me these excuses and tell me why I'm really here?!" Daniel said standing abruptly as he slammed his hand down on the desk. The men in the group jumped at the sudden movement. This was moving in an unpleasant direction, he could feel it.
"You're insane, Walker. A bloody loon, you know that?" Cuttons asked, "Teachin' magic as if it were real."
"It is real, you moron!" Daniel shouted back. "It's more real than any of you, for sure!"
"Dan, you're being dismissed-"
"I'll get the proof for you and show you all-"
"Get out."
"Until then you can all sod off for all I care you bunch of whiny, bureaucratic bastards!"
It was with that said that Daniel took his leave making sure to slam the door loudly, just to prove his point. He detested being known as a mad man, but what was he ever going to do about it? Prove them wrong that what it was. So how did one get to doing this? As Daniel marched out of his campus of eight years, he asked this troubling question. A pause led him to look at the campus, maybe he should just apologize. It would be better than doing whatever the hell he had not planned out yet. But this was shot down when he got a good look of the castle-like building. It peeved him even more somehow. "Damn building's mockin me..." he responded to the rude building by giving it a full dose of his middle finger. That'll show it. Focus, he forced himself to concentrate on the subject at hand. He would need to get some sort of physical artifact to shove in the faces of those idiots. So, where was he going to get such an item? he wondered as he made his way down the street. First off he needed to find a powerful artifact. Where was he going to get that? His knowledge of ancient ruins was extensive, but he would need help getting there as well as assistance to watch out for any sorts of traps once he got there. Wait, his first priority was finding a mode of transportation. He would die before he actually trusted public transportation to get him around. He'd need a boat.
With a twinkle in his eyes the man redirected his path for the location of the local docks. He was going to show these men the error of their ways. He was going to be right. That would show them all.
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Clara Darcey
"Whatch'a think your doin' b***h!" A merchant screamed as he slammed down on the brakes to his cart just barely dodging a young female stumbling in front of him. From the ground a pair of redened eyes hidden by long bangs looked up. It was a pity that they were met by the sight of noting. "Si-sir?" her uneased voice questioned as she tried to get back up. Her hands flailed out in an attempt to reach onto something to stabilize her. With a quiet "oh" came the tell tale sign that the scene playing out had just registered with the man. "Here let me help yer." he said awkwardly pulling the girl up properly. Clara's eyes stayed wide. "Why thank you, sir, but I don't need help." The man obviously doubted this for he did not move an inch away from her. Ugh. He smelled of whiskey and rotted meat. Had he never heard of cleanliness? She could only hope that his intentions were not as impure as her own; heaven forbid them to be worse. "Oh... but I do seem to have lost the apples brother had me fetch for our lunch...Do you see them?" she asked as she turned her head a bit as if she were actually attempting to find the lost pieces of non existent fruit.
Finally the man moved away from her,Thank goodness. "Hrmn." the man pondered as he too could not discover any discarded fruit. "But let me give you this to apologize for this mix up." he said as a shuffling noise grew from the sounds of a paper bag being opened. The girl had to keep from letting a cocky grin spread across her face. Of course she was not even sure what a cocky grin really was, it was just the term that Alec, her brother, used to describe her mouth whenever her lips tugged into a certain direction every time she was pleased. The man finally presented Clara with a weighted paper bag. The contents if felt like, varied from fresh produce to at least two jarred items. If she was lucky there might even be dried jerky inside. Oh, how she waited for the date when she could eat better food without needing such tactics.
"Girly!" An excited boom called out. It could only be assumed that the voice meant her. She paused hand kept wrapped around the shopping bag. She had earned this fairly, there was no way somebody was going to take it from her. "Can you tell me where the shipping yard from here?" Oh sure ask the blind girl for directions she bemused as she survey what little she knew about this new man. He seemed kind enough, the directness about his persona was also pretty strong, this one could be trouble, interesting but troublesome nevertheless. Her hand pointed to the right. "The shipping yard is about two miles due west. Head toward the edge of the city, if you are met by the sound of the crashing waves hitting the rocks, then you have gone too far."
"Excellent." the man almost purred. Had he completely missed the fact that she was describing non-existent geographic phenomena? Well none of that mattered because, as he passed by Clara he dropped into her hand a number of coins as thanks. She carefully felt the size and weight of them. They felt like gold. Weighed about as much, too. That would mean that he just dropped about 10 gold pieces in her hands. Her eyes widened for real this time. They were finally going to get an honest meal! She threw the coins into her bag as she tore down into the closest bar where she knew the person she was looking for was hiding, "Alec!" She screamed as she tore off in search of her sibling. "ALECCCC!"
Meanwhile the stranger continued on his way to the docks. Daniel was going to get his ship, even if he was the last thing that he ever did.
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Daniel Walker
Proudly, Daniel looked upon the sight of his lovely new find. It was a small ship, around thirty feet long in height, but it was still growing. The boat would grow and grow and grow. or at least that is what the tradesman had told him. The whalers were boats that were typically meant for the children of sailors. It taught them about how boats worked. As the child grew up the whale increased in size as well. The mechanical ship in front of Daniel now used to belong to the son of some captain. The trader that the professor had purchased the ship from assured him that despite the rust, missing machinery, and an overall disarray of the interior, this ship was a beauty. There just needed to be a large amount of TLC. Daniel loved the idea of fixing the ship himself, but besides this fact he was relatively unfamiliar with what should be done. He needed a crew. So he did what had to be done to get one. Standing on top of a large barrel in the middle of the docks he shouted out,
"I am Daniel Walker! I'm looking for a crew, so whoever wishes to join can consider himself- or herself- hired!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 4:20 pm
Alec Darcey
Unemployed Gambler and Alcoholic
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The lively bar was such a a contrast from the bright, sunny outdoors of the pier streets. It was muggy and dark filled to the brim with the different shades of grey smoke sizzling from the glowing ember of brown cigar buds. There were no windows in the bar, only buzzing electrical lighting flickering on and off over head. The bar tender was working at his stand, wiping down dirty mugs. His hand rubbed down the one glass and then placed it up on rack behind him.
There was a low buzz of activity within the bar. Card games were being played at every round, broken down table. Beer was swished around landing all over the place due to the resident drunks whom were gallivanting around the bar, parading through the rows of people snagging angry glares from the sullen drinkers at the stools.
A crack of light burst into the room. The young woman, Clara, received many glares from angry drunks whom rubbed their eyes as the door swished closed. Several of them groaned and cussed under their breaths as the young lady began to yell out to her brother.
"Git ye outta here!" one of the drunkards yelled from the stilled background. No one made a move at the girl whom had taken it upon herself to piss off every last patron of the bar.
In the far corner of the bar was a dark haired male. His back was turned to the door and his nose was deep in a game of poker. Three emptied mugs of beer were piled up beside him leaving cold rings of perspiration on the wooden table. His back arched forward as mumbles from the group held a small conversation together.
Alec, the dark haired man, stared at his cards, his head pounding from the beers he had bought from the tender. His cheeks were rosy red as his half open eyes sifted over the cards in his hand. He was going to lose, he knew it. With a sigh he folded his cards onto the table. "I'm out," he grunted unhappily as he stretched back from the table.
The group continued to play while he sat there watching them lazily hoping that a new round would begin so he could win back the money he was now put into debt by.
Clara waltzed in. He could hear her shout for him.
"s**t..." he grunted smacking his forehead as he squeezed is eyes shut. They had begun a new game already. The pot was huge. It would be enough for him to pay back all his debts.
Alec smacked his cards down onto the table, his lips carrying a broad smile. "Beat that," he smirked as he folded back into his chair, crossing his arms over his waist.
"Just did," one of the players replied as he placed his hand down into full view.
Alec groaned and felt himself fall off the chair only to get back up on his feet. "Ye owe me 264 silver" the winner chuckled as he brought in the pile to his side. "Ye best be paying up now."
"I swear, I'm gooo-good for it!" Alec stammered as he tried to hide his intoxication from the group. "One-one mooore game I swear. Lemme win back my money..."
"Pay up stick legs," the toothless man smirked as the group of card players began to rise, cracking their knuckles. Alec shrugged away from the group as he raised his hands. "Guy-guys I swear, I'm good for it, I am!"
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Marshal Adams
Engineer and Poet
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"Everything is dull... the sky is dull, my job is dull and my life is pointless!" Marsh whined as he sat on a crate in the shipping yard. He was scribbling down useless gibber-jabber in his brown, leather bound book with a black and gold plated pen. He just so happened to be on break for the first time of the day and already he was expressing his sorrow for his situation which was...exactly routine for him.
Something out of the ordinary did occur. A maniac of a man began shouting words of a new career as a crew member of his ship. It sounded absolutely absurd. "I'll do it..." Marshal mumbled as he clicked his pen shut and tucked away his book into his back pocket. "Better than hanging around this miserable, lovely, but miserable place of a ship wreck," he grumbled as he approached the man. "What's the pay and where can I get my hands on some tools?"
He honestly didn't know what he was thinking but he didn't care. Besides, he figured that the rest of the workers would be after him with pitch forks and torches soon enough with all his depressing soliloquies many which took place in broad day light. He would have loved to join in that.
Instead he pretty much just walked off the job right then and there.
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Alec Darcey
Unemployed Gambler and Alcoholic
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Alec had grabbed a hold of his sister's hand and shoved the bag she was carrying down his shirt before taking off into the streets. They were soon chased by a angry mob of pitch fork wielding, gun toting drunkards who wanted their money. Alec was in a horrible position and he needed a way out, now.
Over the sounds of the roaring mob he could hear a someone shout out a proposal. It sounded like a job, food and a way out of this hell hole.
Alec dragged his sister down a turn and approached the man with wild eyes. "Hey, we need a job! Where's your ship?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 8:10 pm
His fingers couldn't help trembling as he traced a circle on the parchment over and over. "Denebola, Alphecca at 30˚ and 160˚, but there's a piece missing..." His pale blue eyes kept following the ragged edge of the parchment. He had been able to tear himself away since this map had come into his possession. There was some writing, but he had no interest in words, they weren't all there anyway. He wanted to see where this place lead. He'd spent an entire day in the observatory comparing his charts, but these coordinates did not exist. It had to be fake. There was no other map. "But there's a piece missing." That was beginning to irk him. He rocked nervously in his chair as he drew his circles. He needed to think. What if this was real? He wanted to see for himself.
"Darius! Haven't you gotten any work done?"
Darius blinked up at the senior astronomer. "Darius, haven't you gotten any work done?" He mimicked.
The silver-haired man sighed. "I'll take that as a no. Found another piece of junk to entertain you?" He shook his head. "It's a shame my most brilliant student has no interest in his duty!"
Darius stared in fascination at the silver buttons on his vest as he was being lectured. "Darius!" The younger man jumped a good inch. "Listen! I can't have any freeloaders in my observatory! You don't work, then you don't eat. Understand?"
"Don't work, don't eat understand." Darius watched as his boss rubbed his face in exasperation.
"What am I going to do with you boy?"
Darius held up the parchment for approval. "But there's a piece missing!"
"Then throw it away and get to work! These charts won't calculate themselves!"
Darius stared at the stack of maps in front of him then looked back at his piece of parchment. "What now?"
"I'm going to find the piece."
"Sure you are, now be good and do your job! I don't want to have to send you to bed hungry Darius."
The head astronomer sighed with relief when he saw Darius reach for a map. The young man could be so difficult some days! He couldn't help it though, Darius was... different. But it was precisely that quality in him that made him so useful. He stiffened when he heard the pen drop behind him. "Darius, what's wrong now?" He turned slowly to meet those blank and unreadable blue eyes.
"I want to go out. I need to find it."
"Honestly, sometimes..." Jamming his fingers through his hair, the older astronomer strode over to his stubborn assistant and dropped a few coins into his palm. "Go buy lunch and come straight back! You just need a walk to get your head straight." Darius nodded. "Get your head straight."
"Oh stop repeating me and just go already!"
Darius fled before his boss' flapping gestures. The older man waiting until his couldn't hear anymore footsteps before grabbing a bottle of liquor from behind a cabinet and settling in to do his work, grumbling all the while.
Once outside, Darius drifted in the general direction of the stand where he always bought food. It was blazing day, so there was no gentle starlight. He hated that. The sunlight felt like fingernails scraping on his skin. He stopped, standing only ten feet away from his goal. "Go buy lunch and come straight back." He looked down at the book he had grabbed on his way out. The torn edge of the map fluttered the hot air where it stuck out from between the pages. "But I don't want lunch..."
The stand owner recognized him and waved. "Hey, Darius! here for lunch?"
His eyes wide and shaking his head slowly, Darius turned in a new direction and ran as hard as he could.
The stand owner stood scratching his head. "Well that's not good. I hope he comes back?"
He simply followed his feet. He had no intentions, and no idea if he was going back. All he knew is he wanted to see where this map lead. He wanted to complete the puzzle, and see what these new stars had to say. What should I do? There was no way he could walk so far right? Maybe he should go back, but he just couldn't give this up. This was the first time he had wanted anything so badly.
He circled the same block several times before he saw them; ships. Darius had never seen a ship up close. He didn't even think twice before he approached the nearest one and trotted up the long walkway to the deck. Now that he was on board, an alien feeling washed over him. His skinny hands gripped the splintering deck rail as he stared out to the horizon. "30˚ and 160˚ north by northwest."
He was going to go there. He was just sure of it.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:20 pm
Daniel Walker
The first man to take Daniel’s offer looked rather bored. An expression he had seen on his students plenty of times in the past. Of course, he had a way of dealing with such unpleasant faces. A quick flying blackboard eraser to the head usually did the trick. Sadly, he had nothing like that on hand so he was forced to refrain. At least, for the moment being. There was always time to find some sort of projectile later…
“The pay will come once we reach our goal. Which is my goal of getting some proof of some type of magical presence left on this earth. After that, you can have whatever you want. Gold, women, whatever. You can even have the boat if you like!”
Daniel said waving his hand carelessly at the craft. The boat was only a tool. Once he had what he wanted, he really did not care what became of it or anything- or anybody- else. Just as long as he got to see the looks of pure awe and amazement spread across the faces of all those stupid idiots.
“Oh and that reminds me!” An enlightened smile drew across his face. “NAVEEN!” Daniel screamed out. As he did so a head of long ivory hair popped out from inside the vessel. “Ye-yes, sir?” the shy slave inquired. By the looks of him, he had not had a decent meal in ages. It was also fairly clear by the purple bruising across his hands that this one had recently come out of chains.
“Naveen, this is… well. This is Mr. Negative Face. He’s going to be working with us from now on.” He said clapping the shoulder of the new face. “Mr. Negative, this is Naveen. He came with the ship.” With the introductions said and done with he shoved the new recruit into the boat. “Show ‘em what we’re working with, mmkay?
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Clara Darsey
As Clara literally blindly searched the bar for her brother she could hear the grumbling of drunks attempting to chase away the beginning stages of a hangover. Like she actually cared. If she had not been so intended on finding her kin she would have attempted to find some way of further bothering these idiots who dared waste their time in the taverns. Instead she did everything she could to be as obnoxious as possible as she shouted, “Alec! ALEC!!!!! AL-“ She was promptly silenced when a familiar grip came down on her hand. A sharp tugging quickly followed this motion as her brother took off sprinting with her in tow.
“ALEC WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THIS TIME!” She screeched at him as sped down the street.
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Naveen
As Naveen was met by the sight of a new companion he grew increasingly more nervous. His prompt purchase had been a bit of a surprise. He had been told for months now that nobody would ever take interest in neither him nor the boat he was bound to, but here out of the blue some stranger had purchased both. And at the full asking price no less.
Admittedly it was nice to finally be rid of the iron shackles, but he had yet to get used to this master. A new presence just made him increasingly more uncomfortable. “Th-This way, please.” He said beckoning the stranger into the inner ship. It might not be much of a vessel, but it had been his home for three years now. He more than knew his way around it. To be honest, it felt odd to let outsiders into his home, but he would follow his orders. Whatever they were, he was always meant to follow them. After all, that’s what slaves did.
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Clara Darcey
As the shouting got louder, so did Clara. How could her brother have gotten himself into this much trouble? Scratch that. He had done worse in the past. At least they were not being shot at this time. It made her wonder if there was really something to the whole cards game that she had yet to fully comprehend. It all sounded rather dull to her, but for some reason whenever Alec was not chugging down their meager earnings with his alcohol addiction he was wasting it away with his other stupid habit.
“I SWEAR TO GOD, ALEC, I’M GOING TO SERIOUSLY WRING THAT NECK OF YOUR’S ONE OF THESE DAYS!!!”
When Alec slowed down his pace, Clara almost lost it. There was a freaking mob chasing them and he was letting them catch up. Before she could voice her complaint, her brother turned to docks.
"Hey, we need a job! Where's your ship?” she was able to hear her brother call out to someone. The voice she heard in response made her blink in confusion. Was that really the loon from earlier?
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Daniel Walker
“Hello, there!” Daniel responded happily at the two new arrivals completely oblivious to the mob that had appeared behind them. In his eyes more people meant more workers. Just what he wanted. He had to admit that the lass looked slightly familiar, but the face was a bit hard to place. Where had he seen her? Oh well. That hardly mattered. What did matter was the potential crew before him.
“The boat’s this beauty right here.” He said showing off his prized piece of junk. “Welcome aboard~!” he responded nudging the two forward. There was little time to dawdle and even less time to waste. Naveen could deal with the additions after he had tended to the grumpy faced bore. For now he had to focus on getting them off the ground as quickly as possible. Currently he had five recruits. Five was a good solid number, but for some reason it did not strike him to be the figure he wanted. Five was a plain number. Common. And far too odd for his liking. Besides, a few more hands on board would not hurt would it?
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 6:46 pm
Cassie Dynes
The young blond woman was doing her best to stay off main roads and stay out of the sight of as many people as she could. It would be just her luck to get caught now when she had been running away so effectively. She had gotten here all the way from Zeitle. It had been time to leave her master. After the loss of his wife he had just kept going deeper into depression. Cassie could no longer handle the nights he got drunk and mistook her for his wife or was just simply trying to fill the empty void he had; doing unmentionable things to her. She knew with the state he was in, the only way to end her servitude was to run from it.
Cassie considering herself somewhat of a strong woman so she knew she could do it. It saddened her to leave the poor man all alone but there was nothing else she could do for him. Every time she tried to get him help he would tell her he was fine and would truly act as if he was when anyone else but Cassie was around. Considering she had spent nearly most her years as a slave, however, meant she wasn't exactly sure how she could survive as not being one. One thing was sure though and that was she needed to get as far away as possible. Though her knowledge was limited, the blond knew that Toleama was a port city and ports meant boats. She would find a way to get on one and hope it would get as far as she wanted.
It was then that shouting came to her ears, it was a male voice. The voice in question was looking for a crew. Looking around, Cassie spotted the man that she figured owned the voice. "Bingo," she murmured to herself as she walked over to the man and people who were answering his recruitment plea. If she was going to get away, she would also need money. This hopefully would kill two birds with one stone.
"I would like to join too, if you please," she told the man, hoping her voice was firm and loud enough for him. She did not want her ability to work to be doubted. Sure, being away from a warm bed and meal had made her look a bit on the scrawny and pale side but she was confident that she could work, she had to.
Gavin Zimija
Gavin let out a content sigh as he knocked back the rest of his beer. The day had been a good one so far. No one had hassled him for any reason yet, though the day was still young. His curious eyes happened upon a girl who entered the bar. She was quite easy on the eyes. She was loud though and he wasn't sure if he liked that. Loud girls could be either good or bad. Though his interest was not completely peaked, he really had nothing better to do then watch as the girl made her way over to a group of men playing cards.
His eyebrows rose in amusement as she bee-lined for one man in particular; the one she had been calling no doubt. His amusement rose as he watched the man take hold of her and leave the bar as if the fires of hell were on his tail. Actually, it seemed as though a mob of men angry about not getting their money were. Well now, and here he was thinking today was going to be uneventful. Considering the duo were his only source for amusement at the moment, Gavin rose to follow them.
He trailed behind the mob as they followed the two until they stopped at the boat docks. There, a man seemed to be requesting a crew which the guy, Alec if he remembered right, immediately took up the opportunity. Well hell, he had nothing better to do with his time. He raised an arm, which considering his height, went above the mob so it could be seen. "I'll take up on your offer too," he announced, quite loud enough to be heard. Now to get rid of all these damn other people so they could get down to business.
"Now, fellas," he addressed the mob who had turned to look at him when he had spoken earlier. "I'm pretty sure not all of you want to join the crew, so I'd move it along." His voice was light but his expression clearly said that it was not just a friendly suggestion. A few of the members of the mob looked as if they were going to argue so he casually took a gun from the holster hidden under his shirt and spun it around. He hadn't been a soldier for quite a while now, but he still held the skills of one. When the said members backed off he easily slid the gun back into it's hiding place. There were other weapons concealed on his body but he felt the gun had been the easiest to access.
Once the mob dispersed he sauntered up to the gathering crew members. His gaze swept over the crew with mild interest. He didn't think they would cause him any trouble. Though, you couldn't always tell with a first look.
Lily Rozonalh
A curse was exclaimed followed by the thud of books falling in one of the isles of the Toleama Library. The brunette who's voice uttered the curse was glaring down at the books that had fallen. "Why in the hell do you have to be on such a high shelf?" She questioned the inanimate objects as if she expected an answer. A smart person would have realized that considering they were short, they should get a ladder to put books on high shelves, but not Lily. Oh no, she had to be stubborn and assure her assistant that she could handle putting some darn books back on their shelves, thank you very much.
Speaking of her assistant, he quickly arrived at the scene and asked if she was alright. Huffing, the brunette turned to him. "I'm perfectly fine, Simon," she answered and then glared at the obviously tall male. Why was everyone taller than her? Granted, he was a guy so he was expected to be taller but he was still too tall to her. Lily kept herself from letting out an aggravated sigh, "Put these books up, would you? I'm going to get some air," she told him and before he could say anything she was away from the isle and outside of the library.
Hoping to clear her mind of the incident caused by her lack of height, Lily went on a walk. Before she knew it she had reached where the boats were docked. Looking around, she saw a group of people that peaked her curiosity. If they all didn't look so different from one another she would have just looked over them, but they did look like quite an odd group. So obviously, because she didn't believe in curiosity killing the cat, the brunette walked over to the group. She arrived just in time to hear a man, he looked like maybe he was the leader, speak about magical presences. Apparently, he was gathering a crew which was why all the people had come. Oh, if there was something she loved more than books it was magic.
"Count me in," she exclaimed before she even had the thought of speaking. Well, Simon could take care of the library just fine. If he didn't, he knew she would have his a**. This wasn't the first time Lily had gone off without a word before anyway. Besides, this sounded to her like a once in a lifetime opportunity.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:15 pm
 The warm sun felt good and Darius was getting sleepy. Perhaps these lazy feeling were because he had skipped lunch. I should go. The deck creaked beneath his feet as he ambled toward the gangplank, planning to disembark, but an open hatch caught his eye. The dark space attracted him and Darius drifted over to peek inside. After standing on the sun-splashed planks so long, he couldn't make out what was in those shadows. So he went in. It was cooler and comfortable inside the ship. Darius wandered aimlessly into several rooms before coming across a pile of rope. He sat on the pile and promptly began to pick at the various knots in the line, fascinated. "This goes here, and there!" He murmured in a sing-song manner. His eyelids were feeling heavy and the soft squeaking of the ship's frame was lulling his mind into numbness. It wasn't long before Darius was curled up in the ropes, snoring softly.  It was official, Luc was the unluckiest man in the world. He'd gotten thrown out of yet another job because of something his two-year-old son had done. He sighed and looked down at Keele's tear-stained face. It wasn't the kid's fault, he was still just a baby. Luc squeezed the little hand he was holding in a gesture of comfort. I need someone to look after him properly. It isn't good for him to be dragged around to my jobs all the time. Luc was a blacksmith by trade, and a damn good one, but ever since he'd been left taking care of Keele on his own, he hadn't been able to hold down a job. Keele cried at the sound of the hammers, he cried when Luc got too far away, and he was having problems with potty-training. It was just too much for this single father to handle. "I guess I'll have to sell one of my tools so we can have dinner. What do you think buddy?" Keele looked up with big eyes. It hurt Luc how the kid didn't smile much any more, let alone laugh and play like a normal child. It wasn't a surprise though; no mother, homeless, and barely any food, it was a small wonder his kid had problems. "I'm a terrible father aren't I?" Keele grabbed his hand tighter and pressed against his leg. Luc sighed wearily. "Well I guess we should go to the docks. There's always someone looking for equipment there." Luc hated selling his tools. They had been handed down, father to son, for generations in his family, but Luc would do what had to be done. He could always get more tools, Keele came first. "What's wrong?" Keele had stopped and let go of his hand. Luc sighed as his son began to whimper. "Please don't cry. What's wrong, Keele?" The little boy raised his hands in an all to familiar gesture. "Up!" Luc grinned and held out his arms, sweeping up the little boy as Keele ran to him. "Okay, okay. I spoil you too much." It was heavy carrying the kid and his pack of tools all at once, but Luc would manage. Keele rested his fuzzy head on Luc's broad shoulder and dozed off. I wish I could do more for him. I just want our little family to live happily. He needed money. With the docks in sight, Luc shifted his burdens and began thinking about his tools. Maybe I could sell the ball pein. It's a finishing hammer and I'm not doing much fancy stuff. That should be good. A smith's tools were his lifeblood. It really hurt to think of having to sell another. He'd already sold off a lot of the tools his father had left to him. "My old man must be rolling in his grave about now." The docks seemed pretty lively today. Luc held Keele tight, as he navigated awkwardly through the crowd. As he kept walking, Luc kept an eye out for a likely buyer.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:37 pm
Marshal Adams
Engineer and Poet
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Without so much as a word, Marshal was lead into the creaking, battered and in extreme need of a good repair. He didn't question anything he saw, instead, he slowly died in side. 'Why is such a lovely vessel in such shambles, why would someone do this to such a beautiful piece of machinery!' Already he was stumbling around the ruined bolts of a boat, stroking the walls and hugging the pipes. "You poor thing! You poor, poor machine! No, not machine, you poor whale!" he began to sob openly before sliding down to his knees. "How could someone treat you so horribly!" he mumbled, tears starting to stream down his cheeks. He was already stroking the pipes tenderly with his finger tips. "I promise never to abandon you not like..." his eyes snapped to the guide as he glared at him profoundly. "YOU DID THIS!" he yelled angrily before returning to his sulking state. "Why...why, why, why, why why?!" He eventually let go of the pipe and pressed his back to the wall. "Calm down Marshal..." he mumbled quietly to himself as he grabbed the pen and small, worn book out of his pocket. He clicked the black, gold plated pen and flipped open an unused page before beginning to write.
He scribbled violently on the page, now completely ignoring the white, silverish haired slave with tanned skin, muttering all the while. After a few minutes of letting his soul spill into the pages, Marshal stood up, rather abruptly, snapped the book closed and took his position behind the servant. "Show me to the boiler room!" he commanded pointing in some odd direction. "I don't need a bloody tour of the whole bloody ship, just show me the heart!" he snapped, suddenly, no longer taking a liking to the slave boy. "And get me tools! I will not rest until my child is up and running like the babe it once was!" After his little speech, Marshal pulled out yet another notebook (from who knows where) and began to jot down items. He was assessing the boat down to the very screw. "We'll need bolts, and screws, and elbows, and oil, and welding tools, and wrenches, and nuts...." the list continued on as he followed the slave boy, his black, scribbles dotting the page with incomprehensible characters. He seemed so engrossed in his work that he had yet to realize that he had walked into one of the foundation polls of the ship. Without a second thought, he backed up, stared at it and then eyes the only other individual. "Why is this here, it, clearly, should not be here!" he grumbled. He then pointed into a random direction. "It should be over there, some one could walk right into this bloody thing! Why is it here!?"
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Alec Darcey
Unemployed Gambler and Alcoholic
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Not a second thought had passed through Alec's mind. He was already half way on board, dragging his blind, impulsive/ compulsive liar of a sister into the iron hull of the wreck that the ship was. It was, at that particular time, Alec had forgotten that he was no longer being chased. His reactions had been slow ever since the first drink, not to mention the fourth, the fifth and quite possibly the sixth. Which would account for why he ran into the poll. No, it wasn't his blind sister who seriously see nothing, it was the drunken idiot of a brother. That's karma though, always a b***h to those who bite it.
It had hurt as much as the sound he had made when ramming into the damned thing. The other, earlier boarder of the craft was right, someone had bumped into it although, instead of just walking into it, this particular person had ran, full, intoxicated, speed into it. The collision resounded throughout the hull of the ship followed by loud, very loud profanities and the odd 'bloody hell' before the sound of the bleeding, broken nosed drunkard toppled to his back.
"Why...a poll...a person? Clara, did you see that? What did I hit? What hit me, a fraking train?" he asked, rubbing his face as everything divided itself into mirrored versions, over lapping each other. First in eights and then sixes followed by fours and finally twos. Everything was hazy and then, it hit him like a ton of bricks.
The pain... not to mention his wide-eyed expression as the poll began to crumple and bellow before him.
It creaked and groaned and sputtered in a painful manor as it began to sway from its welding marks and break free from its busting, rotting bolts.
Alec could only gawk. "HOLY-----!" he began to curse as he attempted to scuttle away from the falling debris.
Too late.
The poll crashed on top of him (luckily this poll was tin and fairly light). However, no mater the size or weight, the landing was increasingly painful, more so than the broken nose he had received earlier. No, karma had to be a b***h to poor Alec. It could have landed anywhere but it had to land in the one place that would hurt any man, regardless of protection, the nether regions.
A loud, horrific yowl resounded throughout the ship leaving Alec to double over in pain and roll around on the floor covering his jewels.
"THE PAIN!" he groaned.
"THE HORRIBLE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN *HIC!*"
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 4:38 pm
Naveen
The words spoken by the new arrival had both frightened and peeved the slave. He had done the best that he could with this place. He had little to no experience in machines so how could he honestly be expected to upkeep the whale. He would have done much better suited had he been asked to work in his natural element, but no. He had been captured and crated off to this ship long ago. His alchemy did not work on machines. What was he supposed to do? Rather than complain- that was insubordination- he accepted the criticism attempting to mask his sour mood. Taking the sheet of paper that the passionate man had scribbled all over, the slave looked perplexed. This was text, but not any that he could recognize. It might be better to simply explain that to the mechanic, but the man seemed to have his hands filled with fretting over this and that.
With a small nod he dismissed himself. He was fairly sure that the list had something to do with tools. That seemed to be the thing the fervent man had been going off about. Most of the items aboard the vessel had been sold off long ago, stripping it down to the bare minimum. Knowing his old master’s policy, he would have to find a way to solve the problem himself. Having no money or other real resources, It would seem like he was suck between a rock and a hard place. All he had on this ship was his small room, and even that was only due to his new master’s benevolence.
Well he would just have to make due. Exiting the boat he quietly passed by what looked to be a young couple. On the dock he clutched the list as he surveyed the area for anything that looked like it might be helpful. That is when he spotted it. Taking off into a run he tried to catch the man before he got away. Weaving through the crowd he found a man carrying a small child and… low and behold, tools! “Pardon me sir.” The slave called out tapping the man on the shoulder before lowering his head in a sign of respect. “I wa-wanted to inquire about the items you hold. You see, our vessel requires a great deal of work and I believe we could benefit from those items. Is there someway we could make some sort of transaction?”
The look of desperation in his eyes to make this work was blatantly obvious. Naveen was no scam artist or trickster. He could hardly even lie. He needed this deal to work or who knew what sort of punishment might await. He shuddered when he recalled the poor treatment that had come to him before. He would not like to revisit that. “I need these.” He said holding out the list, “In return I’m afraid can only offer you temporary lodging. My master is the one in charge, but he might be willing to pay you for your services. He is right this way, if you would like to speak with him.” Hopefully the man would say yes. Gods be, he hoped the man said yes.
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Daniel Walker
On the docks, Daniel could hardly believe his luck. Three new faces in a matter of seconds. It was truly a happy day for the man. With a smile he greeted the new faces, “Welcome, welcome. This vessel accepts all applicants, please step right on in.” As he said this he ushered them forward. The first girl appeared to be rather meek. Similar to Naveen in that aspect. At least she was eager. That was all that really mattered. In his mind, a good intention and a drive were really all a person needed to get them by. He would have to see it that the girl got some meat on her, though. Couldn’t have her starve.
The second person, the male from the mob, had made himself quite efficient in dealing with all the wishy washy people wasting his time and space. A people person, hmm? That was defiantly good. The fellow did not seem to be to weak either. Another plus.
The third one in question reminded him of his students. The way she held herself just seemed to say smart. Intelligence was always a gift the teacher appreciated. Besides what better way to learn that a hands on experience?
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Clara Darsey
Being dragged from one place to another highly annoyed the girl. Which is why she huffed loudly as her brother yanked her onto the boat. Her brother was only looking out for her best interest- well at least he was most of the time- but she so badly wished that he would just chill out. She was capable of walking just fine on her own, even if she did refuse to carry around one of those horrendous clanking canes. She had spent enough years on the earth to figure out how to get from point A to point B in one piece.
So you could only imagine her surprise when she heard a sound clank followed by her brother falling back- nearly taking her down with him- and moaning loudly. This was clearly followed by such inarticulate words that she shook her head. She could not help but chuckle at her fool of a sibling. “Dearest brother, sometimes you make me wonder who the one in need of assistance really is. You know, this probably would not have happened if some one had simply decided not to waste away our –and when I say ’our’, I mean my- hard earned gold on liquor and gambling. Again!” Of course this mockery was cut short by the eerie sound of bending metal. As her brother screamed out she heard the impact. Followed by a loud crashing noise. Then more yelling. Now she was really annoyed.
Was he seriously trying to make her lose her hearing as well? Gathering herself up she stomped over to where she knew her brother had landed. “Must you ruin everything you touch!?” She asked lifting her leg and swinging it. Unfortunately it was not her brother that she ended up hitting, but the thick metal object that had fallen over. So naturally as soon as the pain registered in her toes she shrieked, “YOU BROKE MY FOOT! How Could You, Alec!?” She sobbed as she bounced around on her good leg attempting to lessen the shooting pain. As she did so her foot came down on a soft bulky object, which she quickly determined to be her brother. Crashing on top of him she continued to wail, “I Th-thought You Lo-loved ME! W-why are yo-you always hu-hurting me so?”
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Daniel Walker
As he beckoned the trio of new arrivals inside he attempted to determine how many more the whale could hold. By his math he still had some room. Well, there was no point in wasting perfectly good space, was there? Looks like he would just have to find some more able-bodied workers.
“Please make yourselves comfortable,” he said to the group, “I will-“
He was abruptly cut off by a loud scream coming from inside the vessel. Well, that was new, he thought blinking a few times. Oh well. “As I was saying, I will be with you momentarily. I still have a few more things to do out here in the mean time~”
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 6:53 pm
Luc was feeling tired; both soul and body. Keele began to wriggle in frustration, wanting to play. "Keele would you just...!" As he stopped to readjust his hold on the child, a light touch on the shoulder caused him to turn, very nearly whacking the poor creature behind him with his pack. A slave? It appeared so. The man's appearance and mannerisms resembled that of a slave. “I wa-wanted to inquire about the items you hold. You see, our vessel requires a great deal of work and I believe we could benefit from those items. Is there someway we could make some sort of transaction?” Luc's eyes widened. Maybe he had some luck left after all! He set a fussing Keele down and crossed his arms. "Don't run off now, you brat!" He turned his dark gaze back to the silver-haired slave. He seemed nervous. Luc was just about to break the silence when his potential customer continued, “I need these.” Luc took the offered list with furrowed brows. He had most of these tools; everything but a proper anvil and the metals listed anyway. “In return I’m afraid can only offer you temporary lodging. My master is the one in charge, but he might be willing to pay you for your services. He is right this way, if you would like to speak with him.” Luc bit his lower lip. He couldn't believe his good fortune! But he couldn't seem too desperate. That would lead to him getting taken advantage of... He slowly slid the pack off his shoulder and set it down. "I'm not sure..." He paused for a long moment, scratching his chin for emphasis. "It sounds like a decent deal so far but I will need to talk to your master. So you're sure there won't be a problem with my kid and all?" It was difficult hiding the eager tone in his voice. It would be good to be making a living again! "Yeah, I think I'll talk to him. Take me there!" He looked around as his hand grasped empty air. Panic filled his expression. "Where's Keele?" Keele grabbed on to his father's pant leg for a moment after he was set down. He looked around him curiously; completely disinterested in the conversations of grown-ups. Something flashed white out of the corner of his eye. Keele turned and let go of his father to get a better look. The white fabric fluttering in an alley looked like a fun toy. Keele toddled over as fast as his little legs could carry him. As he crouched to tug on the cloth, a skinny foot pushed his hand away. Her bright golden eyes glared at the little boy as she poked him with her foot once more. He sat back with a thump; a silly, shocked expression on his face. She giggled softly. "You fell!" He looked back at her a few seconds before his expression crumpled and huge tears began to flow down his cheeks. "Aw you're not hurt!" But the child kept crying, and suddenly she wasn't so sure... He held out his arms to be comforted. She sighed and slid closer. Her pale, blonde hair was matted and dirty, and she was dressed only in a light nightgown that was too small for her height. She looked every inch the street urchin she was. She wrapped her thin arms around the little boy and hugged him against her skinny body. "Shush silly boy! What's your name?" He stopped crying as if by magic and looked up at her, snot and tears still running down his face. "K-keele!" He stuck his dirty thumb in his mouth and leaned against her. Oh great. She pulled his hand from his mouth. "Don't do that! You look stupid!" His face began to turn red again. She hurried to find a way to prevent the coming storm. "My name is Pim. Can you say it?" He nodded, his eyes brightening. "Pim!" She grinned. "Yeah that's right! Now where's your mommy?" To her dismay, Keele began to wail. What's with this kid?Luc had latched onto the poor slave's skinny wrist as he dragged him into his frantic, but brief, search. He could hear his son crying. He found himself staring at a filthy little girl trying her best to make Keele stop. She was pulling faces trying to get him to laugh. Luc released his captive and swept up his son. "Thanks little missy, but I'll take it from here." Keele burrowed into his shoulder as his sobs began to lessen. Luc turned to go but an insistent tug on his arm made him stop. The little girl stood holding out her hand expectantly. Luc arched a brow. "I found him didn't I mister?" She jutted her jaw stubbornly. Luc sighed. He had no money... Inspiration hit. "Come with me a bit. I was just about to see about a job so could you watch Keele a little longer?" He could deal with the issue of debts later. It was embarrassing to have to admit to a little girl that he was dead broke, and he certainly didn't want a possible employer to know either... Luc turned back to the slave. "Sorry for the interruption there. Now about your master...?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 3:02 pm
Frederick Luthor
~ Resident Crime Lord ~
Alphonso Deckard
- Lowly Butler [Slave]-
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Frederick was gallivanting down at the docks, taking care of business, buying some products for his personal pleasure, having an overall swell time. He did this once every so often, feeling the need to get out and about after being cooped up in his safe and pleasurable manor for a month straight thanks to security. Yes, he shouldn't be out here with this little security, but nobody ever bothered him in the meantime.
But that wasn't to say he was alone. Frederick never went anywhere alone. He had Alphonso with him. Where Frederick exuded strength and confidence, Alphonso was meek and quiet. He wasn't shy so much as obedient, and knew that Frederick didn't want him to speak unless spoken to or if he had important news. Which he never did. Alphonso was always a rather useless butler, having been picked up at a young age and being clumsy from the start. But his memory and ability with numbers was impeccable. Which was why he was picked over his brother.
Frederick was just finishing up some business with a former client, cleaning what little blood that got on him off his knuckles, when he noticed a commotion outside of the shady alley he was currently in. Ever-curious, he looked to his butler. "Alphonso, go find out what's happening, will you?" Alphonso obeyed Frederick without a word and quickly whisked himself to the crowd. As Alphonso did this, Frederick checked himself and his clothing, pleased that not a drop of blood had been spilled onto his very exquisite clothing.
Alphonso pushed through the small crowd, which he found to be departing, to find a few people still gathering and milling about a man. Alphonso's first thought was that he was a madman. He had met plenty already, thanks to his owner, and the look in this man's eye seemed to hold the same fire. He wore good clothing, however, so he couldn't be some street performer or perhaps a crazed priest. No, Alphonso had to guess that this man was perhaps a first-time explorer, maybe an academic man looking for an adventure. Alphonso found one of the retreating mob and asked a few questions before finding his master.
"A man's lookin' for a crew," Alphonso duly reported in his simple speech to a rather bored Frederick, "Says 'is name is Daniel Walker. Looks to be an educated-type, sir." Fredrick looked to his butler before sighing in disappointment. Boy never got anything right. Frederick left the alley, making sure his nice clothing weren't smudged or wrinkled anywhere, before reaching the man.
"Hello, good sir, and might I ask just what is the venture of your particular voyage is?" Frederick inquired, smiling a rather chilling smile, knowing his reputation should proceed him. While there was no clear-cut criminal boss in Toleama, he was among several that was close. And he was gaining power. Alphonso merely stood behind his owner's shoulder, knowing his correct place.
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