-The Mythics RP-

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Relief.

A harpy doesn’t make me instantly think of a terrifyingly creepy screeching bird-woman now.
Now I think about these epic people.

Spoiler

 

[RDchicken99]

Galen was slightly taken aback though he tried not to show it. Join a crew? Be under someone's authority? The freedom he so cherished gone for the moment being and worse yet, in the hands of this impertinent mystic.
He thought this through for a bit as he absentmindedly picked at under his claw with the tip of a small throwing knife.
His falcon landed on his shoulder, yanking him back to the present.

Vhanya thoroughly enjoyed watching Galen squirm. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, his dark eyes fixed on a knife in his grip.

"I'm reluctant to come to any agreement when the terms laid down are so vague." Galen frowned. "lay everything forward, no gray areas."

“Easy. You offer me - and the rest of the future crew- your smithing services; repairing blades, tending to my ship’s various metallic extremities, the like.“

She lent him an easy grin, sometimes her feminine charms would sway indecisive souls towards her will, it was always worth a shot.
She continued:
“In turn, you get payed, fed, and protected. You can leave when you like. I don’t like keeping crewmates around too long, I’m certain that might benefit your temperament.”
She looked to Lichen while she spoke, as to suggest the offer went her way as well.

“I have but three rules for those aboard the Quicksilver- before you bolt, they’re nothing too restrictive. One: No smoking, lest tobacco stain the deck. Two: No drinking in excess. And finally, let me do the talking in cases of confrontation.“ She held up a finger while she voiced each rule.

“I do hope you consider joining us, the Quicksilver is a fine vessel to man,” she looked up fondly to the gray sails lit by moonlight, fluttering softly in the sea breeze. “I find no greater purpose than to tend this ship, and you should know it is an honor to do so.“

@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

The old man rushed off to the back of the store. "Daisy," he called, "we've got some hungry company. Mind taking a break and warming something up for them?" He disappeared somewhere behind the aisles.

Jintao laid his coat across the counter. He pulled out the four copper coins Tay had given him earlier. "They might have some dry clothes for you to change into," he said, feeling the cold coins with his fingers.

She ignored him and paced farther into the store, then swept back behind the counter.
Her eyes searched, and her fingers swiped across the shelves, nails clinking against yellowed bottles. She pulled away vials of Clove, and Thyme, and other herbs, placing them on the open countertop with swift fingers.
"You are strange for helping me, Jintao. I certainly doubted you, and for that I apologize. Garlic, garlic, garlic-" she whispered, flicking through the spices. "I would like to lie low here for the day, if possible, but tell me if I'm over staying an informal welcome." She set the garlic atop the counter and tossed the ginger beside it, then turned back to the shelving.
"I do not intend to be rude, truly, but-" she snatched up a small clear glass and reviewed it's contents by removing the cap and inhaling. "Oh, gosh," she pushed it back on its shelf, "I do not even know what that is. Smells like-..." She touched her nose, blinking as she motioned towards Jintao with a vague wave, "you."
Leaning on the countertop, she pinched the bridge of her nose and pulled out the money bag. It hurt to breathe.
"I need the key to the medicine cabinet," she began counting coins, setting similar sizes in neat stacks.

@Lacy Duckwing

 

[-Kiwi-]

Vhanya thoroughly enjoyed watching Galen squirm. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, his dark eyes fixed on a knife in his grip.


“Easy. You offer me - and the rest of the future crew- your smithing services; repairing blades, tending to my ship’s various metallic extremities, the like.“

She lent him an easy grin, sometimes her feminine charms would sway indecisive souls towards her will, it was always worth a shot.
She continued:
“In turn, you get payed, fed, and protected. You can leave when you like. I don’t like keeping crewmates around too long, I’m certain that might benefit your temperament.”
She looked to Lichen while she spoke, as to suggest the offer went her way as well.

“I have but three rules for those aboard the Quicksilver- before you bolt, they’re nothing too restrictive. One: No smoking, lest tobacco stain the deck. Two: No drinking in excess. And finally, let me do the talking in cases of confrontation.“ She held up a finger while she voiced each rule.

“I do hope you consider joining us, the Quicksilver is a fine vessel to man,” she looked up fondly to the gray sails lit by moonlight, fluttering softly in the sea breeze. “I find no greater purpose than to tend this ship, and you should know it is an honor to do so.“

@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

“Crazy, for someone that wanted to blast me to pieces five minutes ago,” Lichen said drily. “But alright, I accept.” She shrugged.

 

[-Shade-]

”It’s a pleasure to be acquainted Galen.”
She returned his bow, her movement languid with sarcasm.
“The name’s Captain Vhanya Marriott.”

”I’ve got ideas..” She said it quiet enough for only Ember to hear, but the other Harpies clearly noticed her whispering something.
She lent them a theatrical pause, and adjusted her greatcoat around her shoulders.

Vhanya offered him a sharp-toothed grin.
“I object, actually. And you-“ she pointed her tail towards Lichen- “you listen up too.“
She stuffed her flintlock in her belt, and raised her hands in a rational gesture.
”I’m on the hunt for a crew, and you both seem to be quite capable, for Harpies at least.“ She turned a yellow gaze to Galen, “you, smith, I’m certain you could use some work. I’m willing to pay a considerable wage as well as a bed and food, if you’ll offer your services in turn.”
She regarded Lichen.
“You might be insane. You wear no cloak in a town swarming with souls who find Mythics the most vile sort there could be.. Your fearlessness can garner some respect from me, I’d like you as a scout- if you’re up for it, and do consider that I’ll pay you as well.”

She quieted, allowing her offer to stew in the minds of the Harpies.

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3

Galen was slightly taken aback though he tried not to show it. Join a crew? Be under someone's authority? The freedom he so cherished gone for the moment being and worse yet, in the hands of this impertinent mystic.
He thought this through for a bit as he absentmindedly picked at under his claw with the tip of a small throwing knife.
His falcon landed on his shoulder, yanking him back to the present.
"I'm reluctant to come to any agreement when the terms laid down are so vague." Galen frowned. "lay everything forward, no gray areas."

Vhanya thoroughly enjoyed watching Galen squirm. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, his dark eyes fixed on a knife in his grip.


“Easy. You offer me - and the rest of the future crew- your smithing services; repairing blades, tending to my ship’s various metallic extremities, the like.“

She lent him an easy grin, sometimes her feminine charms would sway indecisive souls towards her will, it was always worth a shot.
She continued:
“In turn, you get payed, fed, and protected. You can leave when you like. I don’t like keeping crewmates around too long, I’m certain that might benefit your temperament.”
She looked to Lichen while she spoke, as to suggest the offer went her way as well.

“I have but three rules for those aboard the Quicksilver- before you bolt, they’re nothing too restrictive. One: No smoking, lest tobacco stain the deck. Two: No drinking in excess. And finally, let me do the talking in cases of confrontation.“ She held up a finger while she voiced each rule.

“I do hope you consider joining us, the Quicksilver is a fine vessel to man,” she looked up fondly to the gray sails lit by moonlight, fluttering softly in the sea breeze. “I find no greater purpose than to tend this ship, and you should know it is an honor to do so.“

@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

“Crazy, for someone that wanted to blast me to pieces five minutes ago,” Lichen said drily. “But alright, I accept.” She shrugged.

(Did Lichen ever officially introduce herself, or did I miss that part)

Ember slid her gun back into its holster as well, watching silent while the other Mythics conversed for a long moment, turning the new blade in her hand. These two were only a start to the willing crew they'd need to collect before leaving port. Ember had a deadline to meet, and she was already beginning to doubt if accepting Vhanya's offer was the best option.
She'd wait. She needed an interceptor to complete her mission, and if they could be out of the docks within two days, she would give the Quicksilver and its captain- granted, increasingly annoying captain- a chance to show her what they were truly made of. But to find out, she'd have to wait.
Ember growled quietly under her breath.
She hated waiting.
The Harpy glanced back up at the scene, waiting impatiently for Galen's reply.

@-Kiwi-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

“Easy. You offer me - and the rest of the future crew- your smithing services; repairing blades, tending to my ship’s various metallic extremities, the like.“

She lent him an easy grin, sometimes her feminine charms would sway indecisive souls towards her will, it was always worth a shot.
She continued:
“In turn, you get payed, fed, and protected. You can leave when you like. I don’t like keeping crewmates around too long, I’m certain that might benefit your temperament.”
She looked to Lichen while she spoke, as to suggest the offer went her way as well.

“I have but three rules for those aboard the Quicksilver- before you bolt, they’re nothing too restrictive. One: No smoking, lest tobacco stain the deck. Two: No drinking in excess. And finally, let me do the talking in cases of confrontation.“ She held up a finger while she voiced each rule.

“I do hope you consider joining us, the Quicksilver is a fine vessel to man,” she looked up fondly to the gray sails lit by moonlight, fluttering softly in the sea breeze. “I find no greater purpose than to tend this ship, and you should know it is an honor to do so.“

Galen took a deep breath to clear his head. He felt cornered.
"I-" His words rattled in his dry throat. He cleared it and started again, "When do you plan on leaving." It was his main goal to leave the cove as soon as possible. It wasn't safe here especially now that day would soon break.


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Raven watched from where he stood in the shadows. What confirmation did he need? There were two Harpies without disguise and that was green light enough. He chuckled to himself and pulled his hood over his head, "it seems," he murmured, "that they are in need of a crew member."
He slid out of hiding and strode towards the ship.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Galen took a deep breath to clear his head. He felt cornered.
"I-" His words rattled in his dry throat. He cleared it and started again, "When do you plan on leaving." It was his main goal to leave the cove as soon as possible. It wasn't safe here especially now that day would soon break.


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Raven watched from where he stood in the shadows. What confirmation did he need? There were two Harpies without disguise and that was green light enough. He chuckled to himself and pulled his hood over his head, "it seems," he murmured, "that they are in need of a crew member."
He slid out of hiding and strode towards the ship.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

“Alright. I should go back to the shop. Get some of those last orders in. See you tonight!” Adeen Smiled and waved goodbye as she ran off back to her house. It was in shambles! She needed to get it cleaned, asap. She did not need anybody telling her she needed some stupid man to work in her family business! But if her house didn’t look cleaned, how would it look like she wasn’t too busy?! She ran home, and began wildly cleaning. It was a mess. She had only cleaned one of the cups, and all the plates were piled high in the wooden washbasin. She would have to get that done in a minute. Her bed needed fixing. Adeen simply pulled the quilt over so it looked made.
In the next three hours, she finished all of the chores necessary to look like she kept house well.
She then went and chopped wood, to cook food the next night. She did so, until Claura appeared.

Claura's mind filled with as ideas as she rushed home. She went to her stand-up dresser as soon as she arrived and peered inside. She had so many dresses to choose from. There was at least one in every color and for every occasion. She skimmed through them quickly, taking a mental picture of each one. Once she was done, she hurried into the kitchen and got the wood stove heating up.
Claura cooked a loaf of bread and some cakes in the oven. On the stove, she cooked some of her favorite stew. It had beef, vegetables and more inside. Getting a travel basket, she placed the cooked items inside. Next, she went outside to get her horse and carriage ready. She'd need them to help her get these things to Adeen's.
Claura's black stallion stood grandly in his stall when she entered the barn. "Ready to go to Adeen's?" Claura asked, running her hand through the the horse's mane. The horse nickered his response. She placed him in his harness and hooked him up to the small carriage. Then she rushed inside and grabbed her cooked goods and her sewing bag. Soon, she was in her carriage and heading for Adeen's.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Claura's mind filled with as ideas as she rushed home. She went to her stand-up dresser as soon as she arrived and peered inside. She had so many dresses to choose from. There was at least one in every color and for every occasion. She skimmed through them quickly, taking a mental picture of each one. Once she was done, she hurried into the kitchen and got the wood stove heating up.
Claura cooked a loaf of bread and some cakes in the oven. On the stove, she cooked some of her favorite stew. It had beef, vegetables and more inside. Getting a travel basket, she placed the cooked items inside. Next, she went outside to get her horse and carriage ready. She'd need them to help her get these things to Adeen's.
Claura's black stallion stood grandly in his stall when she entered the barn. "Ready to go to Adeen's?" Claura asked, running her hand through the the horse's mane. The horse nickered his response. She placed him in his harness and hooked him up to the small carriage. Then she rushed inside and grabbed her cooked goods and her sewing bag. Soon, she was in her carriage and heading for Adeen's.

“ Hello there again!” Adeen saw Claura come up the hill. “Welcome!” She led her friend’s horse into the small shed she kept her own horse in.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

She ignored him and paced farther into the store, then swept back behind the counter.
Her eyes searched, and her fingers swiped across the shelves, nails clinking against yellowed bottles. She pulled away vials of Clove, and Thyme, and other herbs, placing them on the open countertop with swift fingers.
"You are strange for helping me, Jintao. I certainly doubted you, and for that I apologize. Garlic, garlic, garlic-" she whispered, flicking through the spices. "I would like to lie low here for the day, if possible, but tell me if I'm over staying an informal welcome." She set the garlic atop the counter and tossed the ginger beside it, then turned back to the shelving.
"I do not intend to be rude, truly, but-" she snatched up a small clear glass and reviewed it's contents by removing the cap and inhaling. "Oh, gosh," she pushed it back on its shelf, "I do not even know what that is. Smells like-..." She touched her nose, blinking as she motioned towards Jintao with a vague wave, "you."
Leaning on the countertop, she pinched the bridge of her nose and pulled out the money bag. It hurt to breathe.
"I need the key to the medicine cabinet," she began counting coins, setting similar sizes in neat stacks.

@Lacy Duckwing

Jintao watched Tay comb through everything. He was amazed, and almost concerned by her swiftness. She could be a thief- he thought, but then why was she so good at paying? Perhaps her family was often in danger, which lead to them to always being in a rush? Jintao wasn't sure and he didn't dare question her about it.
"This isn't my place," he leaned against the counter, "so it isn't up to me. You'll have to talk to Jack about it." He looked where Jack had disappeared earlier. "If they say no, you can stay at my place. It's not too far from here."
Jintao watched Tay open the jar and smell its contents. He could barely stop himself from smiling when she wrinkled her nose. " Me?" he asked, sounding half offended. "Do I really smell that bad?"
He watched her return to the counter and count the coins. "Jack probably has the keys," he said. "I don't work here."

@_-Captain BRM-_