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_-Captain BRM-_ said:
AHHH I'm sorrryyyy 😭 I'll follow any plan, I just really don't want to... Lead...the- The plan.
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Alright. So should we leave them there until morning and have Jintao wake her up? I'd kinda like to see her wake up on her own, but I can have him wake her up if you prefer.
 
RDchicken99 said:
The sun was fully intent on rising now. Her pocketwatch currently stashed in her cabin on the ship, Vhanya could only estimate the time. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the hazy morning light, and figured it was around a quarter past five. They’d need to start moving soon, either to gather more crewmates or to ready the Quicksilver for sailing, the skies looked clear enough.

She was attempting to be long-suffering with the Harpies, but as Galen launched himself away from the starboard and into the salty air she felt a slight pang of annoyance, it was rather quite unfair that such Mythics could fly around as they pleased.
They’ll make an excellent crew, though. Being able to fly past the ratlines to the sails will be much more efficient, Vhanya reasoned, and she knew to prize efficiency.

She tucked her tail into a loose leg of her trousers as she listened to the questioning of the hooded Mythic and Ember. She regarded the former for a long, quiet moment, then finally spoke with a slight sigh. “I’ve changed my mind. You may join the crew.”

She turned to Ember and started to walk towards the prow, gesturing for the woman to follow, “you’ll be my Quartermistress, aye?“
She talked steadily, the Harpy had asked for a Captain, and she would get one; starting with orders.
“I want more hands. Take a partner and scout for potential crewmates. Keep your wings hidden- during the day the souls around here are a little less drunk and more likely to notice a Mythic. Is that all clear?”

Vhanya stopped at the fore, arms akimbo, and turned to face the motley collection of Mythics aboard the ship.
“Expect for us to set sail tomorrow, as close to daybreak as possible if all goes well. I’m expecting all of you to pull your weight.“

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Ember released the rope, dropping from the main yard and beating her wings to land lightly on the black-furnished deck several strides behind the Captain. She paced forward quickly after Vhanya, sidestepping the Scorpion to stand off to the side as she addressed the rest of the crew.
Quartermistress- she liked the sound of that. This would provide both the control and the position she needed to ensure her mission succeeded, as well as spare her the indignity of being lower in rank than any weaker crewmate. Vhanya also seemed to be maintaining the haste as well- Ember could forgive delaying another 24 hours, so long as it was truly the best the ship and her captain could offer.
"Understood," she said firmly, her wings twitching once as she turned her gaze from Vhanya to the rest of the crew. Ember would have preferred scouting for recruits with Galen rather than any of the others. He was quieter, more reserved and attentive than the others were proving to be, and he wasn't brave enough to try anything stupid, like betrayal. He seemed like someone who could follow orders.
No amount of smooth talk or persuading would get her to take the hooded figure or the bedraggled Harpy- disasters just waiting to fall apart.
Ember didn't want anything to do with the Phoenix, and her only alternative was the other Harpy woman, whom she could already tell would be pure joy to work with.
She let out a quiet scoff, folding her arms as she glanced sharply around the crew, finally setting a cold stare on the Phoenix.
"You," she snapped, jabbing a clawed finger at the young man.
"You're coming with me. We leave now- move."
With that, Ember shot back into the air, taking off toward the crow's nest to retrieve her cloak.

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@Lacy Duckwing
 
im going to jump into the deep end now... here i go!

Lupin marched down boldly to the streets of Pirate's Cove, the dead rabbits over her shoulders bouncing unpleasantly. She'd hoped for a deer, but they were scarce lately. These rabbits would have to be enough. If the crews of ships that had recently returned spotted her with her food, she might as well be mobbed for a taste of fresh, savory meat. A tall clipper in the harbor caught her attention. Furled sails, dirty decks, high in the water; all signs of a newly home crew. She turned to a tavern, standing squat and humble on the docks. She poked her head inside for a glimpse of her potential customers and a brandy bottle flew across the room, smashing on the wall beside her head. Well. No thanks, I can get money elsewhere.

"Rude," she murmured, withdrawing her head. Perhaps she could find other Mythics, they were always friendly enough to her. Once, she had met a tall, clunky werewolf named Darthyn, who'd been kind to her until he drowned one day at the docks.

But now, she sold her game and lived alone, waiting for somebody new to poke their noses into her life. Usually, the pokers never stayed long, only wanting a rabbit or deer-antler charm before they poke-poked away to talk to someone else.

Pokers, she grumbled, hoping very badly that she would meet another poker as she turned the corner. No. But that's okay. Right? It's not creepy to live alone in a cabin in the woods, selling dead bloody things for a living, never meeting anybody new, and practicing my conversation skills on squirrels (typically dead).

Yeah, she admitted to herself, just like she did every day. I need more friendish people. Then she turned around and began crying out, "Raaaaaabits! Raaaaabits!", just like every day.

She walked the same streets, selling nothing except a rabbit-foot lucky charm to a superstitious old hag.

She thought the same thoughts, thinking the same thinks, pondering the same unsolvable ponders.

She dropped a dead rabbit in the water for the somethings that lived under the docks. She never peeked at the somethings, even though she was very sure they were krakens or such like.

Two harpies walked past her, discussing something heatedly. She called "Rabbits!" hopefully, although she got no reaction.

Friendish people were hard to come by. People were typically not friendish, they were drunkards and thieves and far too rude for her taste. Pirates were unfathomable, soldiers were cruel, villagers were suspicious, rabbits were delicious, and Mythics were solitary. Usually. Some rabbits were rather stringy.
 
-Eridanus- said:
im going to jump into the deep end now... here i go!

Lupin marched down boldly to the streets of Pirate's Cove, the dead rabbits over her shoulders bouncing unpleasantly. She'd hoped for a deer, but they were scarce lately. These rabbits would have to be enough. If the crews of ships that had recently returned spotted her with her food, she might as well be mobbed for a taste of fresh, savory meat. A tall clipper in the harbor caught her attention. Furled sails, dirty decks, high in the water; all signs of a newly home crew. She turned to a tavern, standing squat and humble on the docks. She poked her head inside for a glimpse of her potential customers and a brandy bottle flew across the room, smashing on the wall beside her head. Well. No thanks, I can get money elsewhere.

"Rude," she murmured, withdrawing her head. Perhaps she could find other Mythics, they were always friendly enough to her. Once, she had met a tall, clunky werewolf named Darthyn, who'd been kind to her until he drowned one day at the docks.

But now, she sold her game and lived alone, waiting for somebody new to poke their noses into her life. Usually, the pokers never stayed long, only wanting a rabbit or deer-antler charm before they poke-poked away to talk to someone else.

Pokers, she grumbled, hoping very badly that she would meet another poker as she turned the corner. No. But that's okay. Right? It's not creepy to live alone in a cabin in the woods, selling dead bloody things for a living, never meeting anybody new, and practicing my conversation skills on squirrels (typically dead).

Yeah, she admitted to herself, just like she did every day. I need more friendish people. Then she turned around and began crying out, "Raaaaaabits! Raaaaabits!", just like every day.

She walked the same streets, selling nothing except a rabbit-foot lucky charm to a superstitious old hag.

She thought the same thoughts, thinking the same thinks, pondering the same unsolvable ponders.

She dropped a dead rabbit in the water for the somethings that lived under the docks. She never peeked at the somethings, even though she was very sure they were krakens or such like.

Two harpies walked past her, discussing something heatedly. She called "Rabbits!" hopefully, although she got no reaction.

Friendish people were hard to come by. People were typically not friendish, they were drunkards and thieves and far too rude for her taste. Pirates were unfathomable, soldiers were cruel, villagers were suspicious, rabbits were delicious, and Mythics were solitary. Usually. Some rabbits were rather stringy.
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(Wow! This is wonderful, I love this writing style.)
 
-Shade- said:
(Wow! This is wonderful, I love this writing style.)
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THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT IS NICEST THING EVERYONE HAS EVER SAID ABOUT MY WRITING EVERYONE THINKS ITS GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT
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