-The Mythics RP-

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A laugh spilled out from Bailey’s throat, he regarded the girl with sparkling eyes, “morning routine? Here, we have a moment for teaching— you will have scarcely any time to yourself until we’re well out onto the waters, and even then—“ he chuckled, attempting to keep his voice down for the sake of the ship’s silence.
He ceased speaking to place his candle onto a nearby barrel and don his overcoat, “now, Miss, the crew will be waking soon. If not, I might have to rouse them myself. Won’t you walk with me and you can tell me what ails you?”
He took the metal candleholder, turning it to cast its soft glow to the hall, “that is my job, you know.”

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The faintest taunt of a smile played on her thin lips.
"Very well. A walk would suffice."
Ember stepped away from the cabin door in the direction of the deck stairs, watching him expectantly.

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The faintest taunt of a smile played on her thin lips.
"Very well. A walk would suffice."
Ember stepped away from the cabin door in the direction of the deck stairs, watching him expectantly.

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(Yes, we all waited 3 days for 3 sentences )

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The faintest taunt of a smile played on her thin lips.
"Very well. A walk would suffice."
Ember stepped away from the cabin door in the direction of the deck stairs, watching him expectantly.

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(Yes, we all waited 3 days for 3 sentences )

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Candle in hand and Ember beside him, Cyrus started towards the belly of his ship. The growing sounds of the crew rising and the creak of hammock-strings told him that his waking them would not be called for.
He turned an ear to the harpy, “so, you are in need of assistance,” the corners of his eyes crinkled in a wry grin, “firstly, I’ll need an explanation of your symptoms.”

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(Three sentences right back atchya )

Candle in hand and Ember beside him, Cyrus started towards the belly of his ship. The growing sounds of the crew rising and the creak of hammock-strings told him that his waking them would not be called for.
He turned an ear to the harpy, “so, you are in need of assistance,” the corners of his eyes crinkled in a wry grin, “firstly, I’ll need an explanation of your symptoms.”

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Ember frowned, tilting her head toward the surgeon with a cocked slightly.
"Symptoms?"

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Ember frowned, tilting her head toward the surgeon with a cocked slightly.
"Symptoms?"

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“I’m joking with you, lass,” he turned back to the deck, nodding at a groggy crewmate as they passed. “You need my help to command this ship, I need your help as to how best to offer my instruction— I need symptoms to properly address an ailment.”
Cyrus paused, stepping back to a wall to allow a group of men to pass by, they towed ropes to the weatherdeck.

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(This one’s setting personal records for speed)

“I’m joking with you, lass,” he turned back to the deck, nodding at a groggy crewmate as they passed. “You need my help to command this ship, I need your help as to how best to offer my instruction— I need symptoms to properly address an ailment.”
Cyrus paused, stepping back to a wall to allow a group of men to pass by, they towed ropes to the weatherdeck.

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"I see."
Ember followed his movements, watching him, ever wary.
"What does this sort of rabble respect? How am I to react to them in instances where interaction is required? I know every ship's chain of command is different, depending on the captain, the make, and the culture. Where do I fall specifically in this chain?"
There was more she wanted to ask, but she forced the questions to cease, afraid that the overflow of uncertainty might unsettle her own anxiety.

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"I see."
Ember followed his movements, watching him, ever wary.
"What does this sort of rabble respect? How am I to react to them in instances where interaction is required? I know every ship's chain of command is different, depending on the captain, the make, and the culture. Where do I fall specifically in this chain?"
There was more she wanted to ask, but she forced the questions to cease, afraid that the overflow of uncertainty might unsettle her own anxiety.

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Cyrus stopped to look at her, “foremost, you won’t call my men ‘rabble’. They’re a good, hardworking crew and I hold them in that regard—“ he paused, “—as should you.”
Resuming his walk, he neared the hatchway and began to ascend the steps, “our respect is mutual. Whether or not you have to earn it isn’t in my hands. But if you pay those men the respect they deserve you’ll be off on the right foot.”
He turned back, waiting for Ember.

@-Shade-

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Jintao stirred, his night's rest interrupted with the sounds of members moving outside of his cabin. He sat up. Idiot- sleeping in on his first morning on this ship? He never slept in and here, it could be a fatal mistake.
The ship yawed as though reminding him it was still in port. Fool, fool, fool, he pulled his lifeless legs off the hammock, still sitting in it's gentle sway. Cyrus' hammock sat empty, and the room’s darkness bore little hint of a candle. At least that was a relief. He rushed to his feet only for dizziness to knock him back down.
Jintao held a clenched fist to his upper lip. If Cyrus witnessed that, what would he say? His lack of food is finally catching up to him or maybe he shouldn't rise so fast? He didn't know. It used to never be a problem, so he added age to the factor as well.
Jintao rose to his feet, slower this time, and grabbed his coat. What am I doing? he shook his head, sitting the coat back down. Nothing about preparing for this day was to be rushed. Being behind schedule was just something he had to accept- at least for today. If he was to be late any other day, he'd be sure to punish himself.
Jintao kneeled, picking up the things he had left under the hammock and sitting them on the swaying bed. The floor's steady rise and fall was more familiar than the sturdy floorboards of his apartment, but with the same dizzy spells he experienced there wasn’t worth messing around with here. He used the hammock's posts to pull himself up slowly and sat down next to his things.
Jintao's surroundings blurred into nothingness as last night's happenings returned to his mind. He leaned back, the bad thoughts returning, and shook his head again. Mistakes, that's all he ever did, and he was sure to make plenty more today. He'd be shown as a fool to everyone he encountered and without his blade, he had nothing to defead himself should things go bad.
And Tay, why did he allow his mind return to her? She was sure to start her own set of troubles for him. Stop it, Jintao, stop it, his conscience dared to step in. She could have ruined you last night, but she didn't. She's not that type of person and you know it!
Jintao leaned forward and a lump grew in his throat. They'll hurt you for this if you show anything... he held back the tears. They weren't worth crying. At least, not worth being punished for, anyway. He grabbed his spare shirt and shoved it into his empty sleeve, arranging it enough to make it look like he at least had somewhat of an arm. Anything making him appear vulnerable was worth hiding.
He rose slowly, sat his hat on his head, and picked up his coat. Pulling the right side of the coat over his shoulder, he held it and his shoulder against the wall and slid his left arm in the left sleeve. He then grabbed the right side of the coat and fastened it in place. It seemed to be getting easier for him to get his coat on as long as he didn't have an audience inwardly mocking him.
Jintao made his way to the desk and lit the lantern. He opened the desk and placed the parchment and ink pen that he found inside on top. This is useless, he told himself. He could never carry around these things and write with only one arm. His memory would have to do until he could write everything down later.
He blew out the lantern and turned for the door, stopping before opening it. Nevermind everything for now. Appearance was all he needed for respect and protection. He tucked his empty sleeve into his pocket and arranged his coat to look at least somewhat tidy. His thoughts reminded him of his poor figure and he straightened his hat. Denying his mind's downward judgment would get him nowhere. He opened the door to the waking crew's murmurs and stepped out. If he could get through the day without his thoughts fully destroying him, he'd call himself somewhat accomplished.

 

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Cyrus stopped to look at her, “foremost, you won’t call my men ‘rabble’. They’re a good, hardworking crew and I hold them in that regard—“ he paused, “—as should you.”
Resuming his walk, he neared the hatchway and began to ascend the steps, “our respect is mutual. Whether or not you have to earn it isn’t in my hands. But if you pay those men the respect they deserve you’ll be off on the right foot.”
He turned back, waiting for Ember.

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Ember recoiled as Cyrus stopped, her wings arching with tension.
She growled inwardly, but no words of retort came to her mind. Not that she dared express them now anyway.
She stood for a long moment at the base of the steps, staring up at Cyrus with a challenging gaze.
"What of the first mate?"

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Ember recoiled as Cyrus stopped, her wings arching with tension.
She growled inwardly, but no words of retort came to her mind. Not that she dared express them now anyway.
She stood for a long moment at the base of the steps, staring up at Cyrus with a challenging gaze.
"What of the first mate?"

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(I was practicing harp, give me a hot minute to get writing!)