-The Mythics RP-

[RDchicken99]

"I summoned the first mate immediately as you requested Captain, and also escorted Lyra to his cabin as he inclined earlier. After that, I retired to my own quarters, but not long after, felt a sense of danger and came to investigate."
She broke off, feeling along the bottom of a canine with her tongue, which gave a slight parting of her lips. The Harpy glanced at Jintao.
"Perhaps, the esteemed first mate would like to explain what it was I found."

"Yes, Captain," Jintao's tone was stern- a lot sterner than he had meant it to be. He removed his hat and held it in the fold of his arm. He stood in front of the wall, careful to keep space between him and Ember.
He straightened himself to his full height. Wheither esteem mattered to Cyrus or not, even fake esteem made one appear more worthy than not. It was more of self-protection, something to have in such moments or else the ship's mockery would have their tales to share.
"Not much to have missed, Captain. Nothing but a misunderstanding that I'm sure you don't want to be bothered with." Jintao gave a slight bow of his head. "And with your first evening's sail, things concerning the below deck should not be serving as your distraction, Captain."
Jintao gave Ember a glance. A smile, at this time, would have been awkward to most, but in the means of defense for one who spent most of their sea life with the Destruction, it was more of a means to have better importance, and anyone opposing defeated. "There is no need, Ember, and no need for us to be here. It was your mistake, not mine. And for your trespass, you should be thankful for my self-control."

(Sorry, I was eating dinner. And pretend I quoted the latest posts too, I had this draft started prior)

“What?” said the captain.
Cyrus Bailey knew better than to show it, but the first mate had fumbled. The quartermistress went wholly unnoticed.
Vhanya’s voice was frigid, her mouth half agape in a twisted smile of disbelief.
Her chair slid as she stood and planted her hands on the desk, “‘a misunderstanding I don’t want to be bothered with?’ ‘serving as my distraction?’”
Cyrus folded his arms, he’d sat through very similar incidents with the elder Marriott, it was best to stay silent— and keep record of the outcome in a logbook.
Vhanya continued, voice taking on a hard hiss, “who do you take me for? Everything that happens aboard this ship is my business.”
Her eyes were alight, dark hair hanging about her face. “You would not be in this room if this was nothing but a misunderstanding, is that clear?” she spat. “You will tell me exactly what has happened.”
A moment of silence, and the captain returned to her chair, a scathing stare ever fixed at Balík. Cyrus could nearly see her mind at work behind the slitted eyes.
Vhanya considered the first mate with a tip of her head, “if you speak to me that way again, I’ll take your left arm.”

(I’M SORRY, I AM VERY SLOW. Also I couldn’t figure out how to best execute this, I knew exactly what I wanted Vhanya to do but not how to write it
Now all I want to do is edit it more …)

@Lacy Duckwing
@-Shade-
@_-Captain BRM-_

 

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(Sorry, I was eating dinner. And pretend I quoted the latest posts too, I had this draft started prior)

“What?” said the captain.
Cyrus Bailey knew better than to show it, but the first mate had fumbled. The quartermistress went wholly unnoticed.
Vhanya’s voice was frigid, her mouth half agape in a twisted smile of disbelief.
Her chair slid as she stood and planted her hands on the desk, “‘a misunderstanding I don’t want to be bothered with?’ ‘serving as my distraction?’”
Cyrus folded his arms, he’d sat through very similar incidents with the elder Marriott, it was best to stay silent— and record of the outcome in a logbook.
Vhanya continued, voice taking on a hard hiss, “who do you take me for? Everything that happens aboard this ship is my business.”
Her eyes were alight, dark hair hanging about her face. “You would not be in this room if this was nothing but a misunderstanding, is that clear?” she spat. “You will tell me exactly what has happened.”
A moment of silence, and the captain returned to her chair, a scathing stare ever fixed at Balík. Cyrus could nearly see her mind at work behind the slitted eyes.
Vhanya considered the first mate with a tip of her head, “if you speak to me that way again, I’ll take your left arm.”

(I’M SORRY, I AM VERY SLOW. Also I couldn’t figure out how to best execute this, I knew exactly what I wanted Vhanya to do but not how to write it
Now all I want to do is edit it more …)

@Lacy Duckwing
@-Shade-
@_-Captain BRM-_

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(Sorry, I was eating dinner. And pretend I quoted the latest posts too, I had this draft started prior)

“What?” said the captain.
Cyrus Bailey knew better than to show it, but the first mate had fumbled. The quartermistress went wholly unnoticed.
Vhanya’s voice was frigid, her mouth half agape in a twisted smile of disbelief.
Her chair slid as she stood and planted her hands on the desk, “‘a misunderstanding I don’t want to be bothered with?’ ‘serving as my distraction?’”
Cyrus folded his arms, he’d sat through very similar incidents with the elder Marriott, it was best to stay silent— and record of the outcome in a logbook.
Vhanya continued, voice taking on a hard hiss, “who do you take me for? Everything that happens aboard this ship is my business.”
Her eyes were alight, dark hair hanging about her face. “You would not be in this room if this was nothing but a misunderstanding, is that clear?” she spat. “You will tell me exactly what has happened.”
A moment of silence, and the captain returned to her chair, a scathing stare ever fixed at Balík. Cyrus could nearly see her mind at work behind the slitted eyes.
Vhanya considered the first mate with a tip of her head, “if you speak to me that way again, I’ll take your left arm.”

(I’M SORRY, I AM VERY SLOW. Also I couldn’t figure out how to best execute this, I knew exactly what I wanted Vhanya to do but not how to write it
Now all I want to do is edit it more …)

@Lacy Duckwing
@-Shade-
@_-Captain BRM-_

Everything sacred.
Vhanya's tone was like a knife to her ears. The Captain's words imprinted and registered, albeit Tay had not been lip reading.
A low blow to Jintao, she thought, and once this threat would have pleased her. His mental wound needed to callouse.
But now it only made her posture lean in on itself and shrivel. She felt parallel to a deceased arachnid. Jintao's restraint was tangible, and he was chocking on it.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

You lot are all such good story tellers. Duckwing with your analyzing characters, always threading a brilliant backstory. RD with her array of distinct characters and approachable prose. Taber, with extreme descriptions that will absolutely immerse you into these surroundings.
You've all grown so much throughout these RPs. Good work. It is a pleasure writing with you.

 

[-Shade-]

(Sorry, I was eating dinner. And pretend I quoted the latest posts too, I had this draft started prior)

“What?” said the captain.
Cyrus Bailey knew better than to show it, but the first mate had fumbled. The quartermistress went wholly unnoticed.
Vhanya’s voice was frigid, her mouth half agape in a twisted smile of disbelief.
Her chair slid as she stood and planted her hands on the desk, “‘a misunderstanding I don’t want to be bothered with?’ ‘serving as my distraction?’”
Cyrus folded his arms, he’d sat through very similar incidents with the elder Marriott, it was best to stay silent— and record of the outcome in a logbook.
Vhanya continued, voice taking on a hard hiss, “who do you take me for? Everything that happens aboard this ship is my business.”
Her eyes were alight, dark hair hanging about her face. “You would not be in this room if this was nothing but a misunderstanding, is that clear?” she spat. “You will tell me exactly what has happened.”
A moment of silence, and the captain returned to her chair, a scathing stare ever fixed at Balík. Cyrus could nearly see her mind at work behind the slitted eyes.
Vhanya considered the first mate with a tip of her head, “if you speak to me that way again, I’ll take your left arm.”

(I’M SORRY, I AM VERY SLOW. Also I couldn’t figure out how to best execute this, I knew exactly what I wanted Vhanya to do but not how to write it
Now all I want to do is edit it more …)

@Lacy Duckwing
@-Shade-
@_-Captain BRM-_

Everything sacred.
Vhanya's tone was like a knife to her ears. The Captain's words imprinted and registered, albeit Tay had not been lip reading.
A low blow to Jintao, she thought, and once this threat would have pleased her. His mental wound needed to callouse.
But now it only made her posture lean in on itself and shrivel. She felt parallel to a deceased arachnid. Jintao's restraint was tangible, and he was chocking on it.

Of course.
She straightened at the Captain's sharp outburst, her wings tightening, making her shoulders ache.
Vhanya was no fool, and Ember had been too quick to underestimate her. Despite the calming sense of sudden victory, she rebuked herself, and as the Captain lashed the first mate with her words, Ember was scowling at the floorboards.
Silence is an ally.
The words came back to her on a soft tug of sullen memory- she refused to be pulled from the cabin this time.
Lyra had taken the more advantageous direction, intentionally or by accident, Ember didn't know. She would be the most preserved under the Captain's rage. Ember was still at threat of backlash.
So she kept silent, wishing to enjoy Jintao's humiliation, though in vain.

@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99
@_-Captain BRM-_

 

[-Shade-]

You lot are all such good story tellers. Duckwing with your analyzing characters, always threading a brilliant backstory. RD with her array of distinct characters and approachable prose. Taber, with extreme descriptions that will absolutely immerse you into these surroundings.
You've all grown so much throughout these RPs. Good work. It is a pleasure writing with you.

That means a lot to hear from you Cap
I learned most of my stuff from you though, I was a disaster at the start of OFAF. I wouldn't be where I am without you now

 

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(Honest opinion- what do you guys think of Ember as a character?)

 

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(Honest opinion- what do you guys think of Ember as a character?)

You too Clouds

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

You too Clouds

I'm too tired to put decent words together right now

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

“What?” said the captain.
Cyrus Bailey knew better than to show it, but the first mate had fumbled. The quartermistress went wholly unnoticed.
Vhanya’s voice was frigid, her mouth half agape in a twisted smile of disbelief.
Her chair slid as she stood and planted her hands on the desk, “‘a misunderstanding I don’t want to be bothered with?’ ‘serving as my distraction?’”
Cyrus folded his arms, he’d sat through very similar incidents with the elder Marriott, it was best to stay silent— and keep record of the outcome in a logbook.
Vhanya continued, voice taking on a hard hiss, “who do you take me for? Everything that happens aboard this ship is my business.”
Her eyes were alight, dark hair hanging about her face. “You would not be in this room if this was nothing but a misunderstanding, is that clear?” she spat. “You will tell me exactly what has happened.”
A moment of silence, and the captain returned to her chair, a scathing stare ever fixed at Balík. Cyrus could nearly see her mind at work behind the slitted eyes.
Vhanya considered the first mate with a tip of her head, “if you speak to me that way again, I’ll take your left arm.”

Everything sacred.
Vhanya's tone was like a knife to her ears. The Captain's words imprinted and registered, albeit Tay had not been lip reading.
A low blow to Jintao, she thought, and once this threat would have pleased her. His mental wound needed to callouse.
But now it only made her posture lean in on itself and shrivel. She felt parallel to a deceased arachnid. Jintao's restraint was tangible, and he was chocking on it.

Of course.
She straightened at the Captain's sharp outburst, her wings tightening, making her shoulders ache.
Vhanya was no fool, and Ember had been too quick to underestimate her. Despite the calming sense of sudden victory, she rebuked herself, and as the Captain lashed the first mate with her words, Ember was scowling at the floorboards.
Silence is an ally.
The words came back to her on a soft tug of sullen memory- she refused to be pulled from the cabin this time.
Lyra had taken the more advantageous direction, intentionally or by accident, Ember didn't know. She would be the most preserved under the Captain's rage. Ember was still at threat of backlash.
So she kept silent, wishing to enjoy Jintao's humiliation, though in vain.

A brow rose without Jintao's consent. Fear tickled down his spine and old habits tried to stop it. Never before had such harshness came upon him for such talk, even if he was in the wrong. Jokes were typically the calmer of the situation, and later passed on for public humiliation; not this.
The wall greeted his heel, telling him he was trapped. The Captain's stare stabbed him like a thin blade, pulling out his heart and sitting on the desk to be chopped up and served to the crew. He closed his mouth, realizing it must have fallen open, and searched the floor for anything that could get him out of this situation. Time is ticking, his conscience was even frightened. She's not going to take 'silence' for anything. How he knew that was true.
Jintao cleared his throat, rearranging his hat in the crick of his arm as though that would help any. It did not. He took a step forward to speak, but his brain was blank. Appart from the Captain's harshness, it was the moment in the Royal's prison all over again. The Destruction had been destroyed, the surviving crew members executed before his very eyes, and the leading Royal in the raid had popped the question to what he had no answer for.  
Death, why was he so scared of it? And  Suidalmas, why did it have so much control over his life? He hated all of it. He wished there was a place to escape, but there was none.
"I-" he cleared his throat again. "I'm sorry, Captain." The sterness in his tone was gone. It was replaced by terror- terror he knew he had to hide or else it would be forever poked at my those wishing to see it again and again. "I meant no offense by anything I said."
His gaze found the floor again, hoping some old courage would somehow rise. He attempted eye contact with the Captain. She had already scolded him for being too shady. "Most captains care less about such matters and I assumed you'd be the same. I was wrong about you, Captain, and for that I apologize. You carry such traits that most captains tend to lack, and for that, you should feel honored."
Jintao's talk was going nowhere. He was stalling and Vhanya’s burning eyes told of her annoyance. His gut twisted to where it had earlier and his throat threatened to close up, suffocating him before anyone else could. His eyes stole a glance at Tay, where it had all started, and where he didn't want to speak. Lie to the Captain? No. She had already cut him deep enough to know which blood was lies and which was not.
"The girl there," his voice was thick. Idiot! Now's not the time! Don't call her that! "Apprentice, I mean." Gaze with the Captain was lost once more, falling to the floor and licking up the dust that wasn't there. "Uh..." Could his collar get any tighter? He brought his gaze back up, focusing on the Captain's ears because that's all he could do.
"I made the mistake," he rose his shoulders, guilt returning. "The apprentice-Lyra- has insight that I only wish I had." He was protecting her- he had to. This wasn't meant to be brought in the open, and he could say the very words that could very well pass any punishments he may receive onto her, but he couldn't- just couldn't. She had called him a coward and she was right. But further hurting her, right though he knew he was wrong, was something his very core stood against.  Now, he told himself, now that it's too late.
"We were talking like always, and I misheard her on something that I shouldn't of." Jintao's shoulders fell slack. Keeping an appearance no longer mattered. "It was something of my past she truly knows nothing about and would never say anything about it to hurt me, but I took her words that were meant as encouragement as something an enemy would say and acted accordingly. She wasn’t at fault, I was. And I know for sure there's nothing I can do to change it."
There. What more was there to say? Anything? No, not without revealing the lie he had been telling ever since he had lost his arm. This hopeless mess of a man should have never left his apartment that morning. His head hug, ashamed of his own existence and the actions that continued to haunt him. A moment passed, but nothing was said yet as he wasn't finished. He looked up again, knowing the Captain would soon speak. "If there's nothing more I can say over this, I will say this: It won't happen again. You have my word. I know how to control myself and I will for sure keep it that way."