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Yo, MJ

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(Woot woot more Fitzpatrick) The brig was an unassuming but serviceable ship; her masts were sturdy and sails new. Not one would suspect that she would soon carry cargo of great importance, such as the wyvern boy— and Pinchbeck. Sunset had fully claimed the skies by the time Fitz reached the...

Cyrus Bailey raised a hand to his brow, shielding his eyes from the blood-red sunset. After their talk, Vhanya had marched off to the aft, leaving him at the mainmast. The ‘Silver would set sail by morning. His crew was efficient and would soon have the bulkheads assembled and supplies...

(The Quicksilver finally has an actual crew, now said actual crew is setting up living quarters in the lower decks Ember might eat Lupin and Gecko

(The bulkheads I was referring to with Vhanya are temporary walls out of canvas or thin wood to use to separate rooms in the decks. Emphasis on temporary, they’re light so they’re easy to move around. So yes, you’re right.)

Vhanya regarded her quartermistress with a pleased grin, “splendid! Just splendid.” She pressed a hand to her chin, “have the men start assembling bulkheads belowdecks. We’ll need them up by ‘morn if everyone is to be comfortable— and situate the werewolf girl belowdecks as well, I can’t devote...

Fitz blinked, his mouth forming a small ‘o’. He subconsciously ran a hand down the smooth surface of one of his horns, “by Jove, are you daft, boy? I’m a satyr,” he sputtered. “And may I ask why you have those wings, sprouting from your shoulders?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You will ask...

(Fitzpatrick time let’s gooo) The cells and their surrounding hallways were well and truly horrid. Fitz loosed his pocketwatch from his waistcoat, watching the small gold hands impatiently. The dank air clung to the skin, and Fitz tried in vain to scrape his hooves along the stone ground to...

(I gotta re-learn the ship lingo now aaaaahhh) (I also have to get into the swing of writing Vhanya again. Here goes…) Captain Marriot stood, hands on hips, on the aftercastle. She was partly surveying her crew, and partly admiring the way the evening sun set alight the boards of the spotless...

Shoot, I never saw this! :( @Blue Raptor Name: Cyrus Bailey Gender: Male Age: 58 Species: Human Physical Appearance: Tall and broad, surprisingly spry. Ruddy, sun-worn face with a crinkling smile. Head of tight red-gray curls. Personality: Direct, but good humored.

(Look who finally wrote Landchester’s intro 😅 Gray morning skies. Sea skies. The light from the tall window washed out the room, leaving warm red mahogany looking pale and old. A mirror was hung opposite his desk; the gray light left Roderic Landchester looking pale and old as well. He frowned...

(I’m working on the King atm, I’m going to say he’s in North now. Vhanya doesn’t care about the rebellion or the loyalists as they don’t concern her personally. Fitz (I need to start RPing this guy) is a loyalist through and through)

(I’m unsure of how to get Vhanya out of the magazine so I’m just magically teleporting her out of there 😭) Vhanya watched the werewolf girl struggle with her knife from the doorway. It was amusing, to say the least. She couldn’t help but wonder how well a girl who couldn’t strike the broad side...

Sorry guys, I’ve been sick all weekend and haven’t had the energy to write 😕 I’ll start working on Vhanya’s response asap.

(Oh no, you’re good, I just had to comment on your lighting-quick reaction reflexes 😂

I swear, as soon as I pressed the “post” button you already had it hearted… 💀

How are you so fast, Clouds. I just posted that 😭

(Sorry for being slow, I’ve been very busy and haven’t had a chance to write 😕 Do you think we should time-skip to the evening? Mostly since there’s not much for our characters to do until then.) Vhanya nodded, “aye, he’s a good man and an even better pirate.” “I’m looking forward to his...

Vhanya could respect Jintao’s methods of enforcing order. But she couldn’t ignore how her stomach churned at the thought of blood- and therefore a corpse, on her ship. Her discomfort was hid as best as she was able with a brief nod of approval to her first mate. She then took the opportunity to...