-The Mythics RP-

[Amer]

(Uh-, I was thinking they didn't know each other yet or something- that happens right?)

(Oh I figured they were like best buds or something. TBH IDK anything because neither of us wrote backstories for our characters...
uhhhhh...
We'll go with Coal knows who she is because his mum told him he has an older sister. But it is a surprise to Ember when he shows up and acts like they should know each other.)

 

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(Oh I figured they were like best buds or something. TBH IDK anything because neither of us wrote backstories for our characters...
uhhhhh...
We'll go with Coal knows who she is because his mum told him he has an older sister. But it is a surprise to Ember when he shows up and acts like they should know each other.)

(Sounds good)
(@RDchicken99, do you wanna catch up Vhanya first?)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Ember, with her superior sixth sense tensed, pulling her hood up around her feathery ears. Vhanya too noticed the change in the dawn air, but she couldn’t place her finger on what.
Curse this lousy sense of mine.

She shook off the prickling feeling as best as she was able; she had other matters to deal with. She looked back to Galen.

”We leave as quickly as we can, but you should be aware that we need nearly triple the amount of people we currently have to properly man this ship,” her voice turned buttery-smooth, “I’d certainly appreciate if your discernment was turned to seeking out more souls for our crew, if you’re so intent on setting sail.“

She set her attention to the other Harpy woman, hoping to distract herself from the uncomfortable feeling crawling up her spine, setting her tail a-twitch and raising the hairs on her nape.

”I’m asking you to join me, too. Understand that you shan’t find a deal as good as the one I’ve offered you around these parts…”

@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

Galen stiffened as the uneasy feeling smothered him like a thick impenetrable fog. His hand tightened around his knife as he slowly slipped it up into one sleeve.
"I'm not intent, I couldn't care less I just...don't like it here."
He backed up slowly towards the edge of the ship and the open water for a fast getaway.

Lichen twitched her wings back uneasily. “Yeah. I have a feeling leaning with a skeleton crew is much better than sticking around though. Even if I know none of you.”

Galen continued to inch back, franticly scanning the docs, the water, even the ship, what was wrong? Experience had taught him caution.
He froze as his eyes rested on a figure standing on the docs...watching them.

Galen froze, his body going rigid in the corner of Ember's vision and she glanced at him, tracking his gaze toward the edge of the docks.
It was unusually difficult to interpret what her sixth sense was trying to tell her, the mess of alarm and familiarity weaving and twisting her sense.
A mythic- no- a threat. Both? A soldier or pirate maybe? No... Definitely a mythic, but...
Ember slowly reached up and unclipped her cloak, letting the cloth drop to the deck. Long, black wings tensed against her back, prickling warily, the crimson-red tips gracefully brushing the deck boards as they shifted.
Her eyes locked on the dark figure standing at the end of the boarding plank, watching the scene on the Quicksilver silent and motionless.
She paced forward tensely, still gripping her pistol.
"What do you want?"
Her voice cut the dim, misty air, carrying down to the dock.

@RDchicken99
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3

@_-Captain BRM-_
(CAP we need to get you in this party somehow)

The third one was interesting, she must be a hybrid. No, pay attention. He'd better make this quick, the male Harpy was about to bolt. Raven shook himself from his thoughts. He'd been around a bit and knew the drill.
Slowly he drew his pistol, dropped it with a thud onto the dock, and kicked it away.
"I want many things," He wished his voice sounded more...perhaps the word was relaxed. there was no hiding the strained rattling that came from his throat when he spoke. "but I won't bore you with a sob story, I want a job aboard this ship of," he glanced at the Aqrabaumelu and pointed, "yours"

Lichen’s claw tipped hand slid to her hip to grip the dagger that was strapped there. It was quiet. Too quiet.
The waves lapped at the hull of the ship, the sharp noise making her feel on edge. The air seemed heavy. Dark.

(@RDchicken99, I have quoted @Isabella5Storm3, @-Kiwi-, and @-Shade-'s posts along with your last post to make it easier for you to catch up.)

 

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(@RDchicken99, I have quoted @Isabella5Storm3, @-Kiwi-, and @-Shade-'s posts along with your last post to make it easier for you to catch up.)

@RDchicken99

 

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(Yup, especially since Coal likes fire too much)
A shadowy figure peeled away from the night and stood at the edge of gangplank of the Quicksilver. The small figure wore a long cloak that dragged along the ground and a hood that cast its face into shadow.
Unfortunately, someone was standing at the end of the gangplank.
The cloaked figure gave an exasperated huff and ripped off his cloak. It was indeed a he, a harpy with shoulder-length hair so greasy it looked even more flammable than hair usually was wont to look and massive wings that overwhelmed his spare frame. He was unabashedly shirtless. He gripped the cloak in one clawed hand and jumped into the air, flying up and over with a few powerful beats of his wings and landing in a three-point position next to Ember. There were a few guns being pointed about but he figured he hadn’t done anything to deserve gunpoint yet. Yes, he had just landed on a private boat, but it appeared to be a free-for-all where trespassing was allowed, based on his observations of the numerous Mythics just sauntering onto the boat.
“Emberrrrr, why would you join a pirate crew without me?” Coal asked in a half-mocking voice. His lips curled into a smile, revealing sharp white teeth.
He had been tracking her the whole way there. He was sure that she knew of his presence—her sixth-sense was stronger than his—but she couldn’t exactly stop him from following her either. Coal could make himself a terrible nuisance.

Ember flashed her wings out, jumping herself away from the dark figure with a strong pulse of her wings. Her flintlock hammer clicked back menacingly as she leveled it with the other Harpy's forehead, her eyes flaring brighter still, both clawed hands gripping the gun firmly.
"Who are you and how do you know I'm Ember?"
A look of mild disgust and irritation mixed with the fierceness in her expression.
"And what are you talking about?"
What is happening?
She took another step back from the black and red Harpy, glancing at the dark figure still standing on the docks, his venomous eyes glittering with interest. Her gaze flicked back to the new strange arrival.

@RDchicken99
@Amer
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3

(Backstory for Ember coming up Matty)

 

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Ember grew up on the border of what is now Undermine when it was still Indian Territory. She never remembered her parents and was raised by an elderly human along with another Harpy, who was blind, named Heron. Heron was her best friend, and he helped balance Ember's firey and often reckless personality, and by the time she was 14, she started to care about him as more than a friend, though she never knew if he felt the same. During a push of the king's forces from Undermine, they were forced to flee, and eventually, Heron and Ember were left on their own as their caretaker couldn't continue with them. Since Heron couldn't see, he had never learned how to fly, and Ember wouldn't leave him behind, so they were forced to run on foot. They ended up in Lanchester eventually and hid for several days in an abandoned building damaged from the rebellion battle for the state. They were discovered by a small gang of humans who hunted Mythics before the rebellion movement in Lanchester, and while trying to escape, Heron was shot. He used the last of his dying strength to protect Ember while she escaped on her own.

@Blue Raptor

 

[Blue Raptor]

Ember grew up on the border of what is now Undermine when it was still Indian Territory. She never remembered her parents and was raised by an elderly human along with another Harpy, who was blind, named Heron. Heron was her best friend, and he helped balance Ember's firey and often reckless personality, and by the time she was 14, she started to care about him as more than a friend, though she never knew if he felt the same. During a push of the king's forces from Undermine, they were forced to flee, and eventually, Heron and Ember were left on their own as their caretaker couldn't continue with them. Since Heron couldn't see, he had never learned how to fly, and Ember wouldn't leave him behind, so they were forced to run on foot. They ended up in Lanchester eventually and hid for several days in an abandoned building damaged from the rebellion battle for the state. They were discovered by a small gang of humans who hunted Mythics before the rebellion movement in Lanchester, and while trying to escape, Heron was shot. He used the last of his dying strength to protect Ember while she escaped on her own.

@Blue Raptor

 

[Amer]

(@RDchicken99, I have quoted @Isabella5Storm3, @-Kiwi-, and @-Shade-'s posts along with your last post to make it easier for you to catch up.)

Ember flashed her wings out, jumping herself away from the dark figure with a strong pulse of her wings. Her flintlock hammer clicked back menacingly as she leveled it with the other Harpy's forehead, her eyes flaring brighter still, both clawed hands gripping the gun firmly.
"Who are you and how do you know I'm Ember?"
A look of mild disgust and irritation mixed with the fierceness in her expression.
"And what are you talking about?"
What is happening?
She took another step back from the black and red Harpy, glancing at the dark figure still standing on the docks, his venomous eyes glittering with interest. Her gaze flicked back to the new strange arrival.

@RDchicken99
@Amer
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3

(Backstory for Ember coming up Matty)

At the sight of the gun aimed at his forehead, Coal yipped and jumped two feet in the air. This fearful jump was a great opportunity. A great opportunity to beat his great wings and fly out of harm’s way. As he ascended, he yelled “YOU’RE MY SISTER!” Coal flew in loops high above the ship, still within earshot, but hopefully out of the range of Ember’s gun. Hopefully. He wasn’t quite sure, but he thought that his dizzying flight patterns might reduce his chance of getting hit.

Ember grew up on the border of what is now Undermine when it was still Indian Territory. She never remembered her parents and was raised by an elderly human along with another Harpy, who was blind, named Heron. Heron was her best friend, and he helped balance Ember's firey and often reckless personality, and by the time she was 14, she started to care about him as more than a friend, though she never knew if he felt the same. During a push of the king's forces from Undermine, they were forced to flee, and eventually, Heron and Ember were left on their own as their caretaker couldn't continue with them. Since Heron couldn't see, he had never learned how to fly, and Ember wouldn't leave him behind, so they were forced to run on foot. They ended up in Lanchester eventually and hid for several days in an abandoned building damaged from the rebellion battle for the state. They were discovered by a small gang of humans who hunted Mythics before the rebellion movement in Lanchester, and while trying to escape, Heron was shot. He used the last of his dying strength to protect Ember while she escaped on her own.

@Blue Raptor

(Thanks, this helps me. Coal’s backstory might be forthcoming.)

 

[RDchicken99]

Lichen twitched her wings back uneasily. “Yeah. I have a feeling leaning with a skeleton crew is much better than sticking around though. Even if I know none of you.”

Galen continued to inch back, franticly scanning the docs, the water, even the ship, what was wrong? Experience had taught him caution.
He froze as his eyes rested on a figure standing on the docs...watching them.

Galen froze, his body going rigid in the corner of Ember's vision and she glanced at him, tracking his gaze toward the edge of the docks.
It was unusually difficult to interpret what her sixth sense was trying to tell her, the mess of alarm and familiarity weaving and twisting her sense.
A mythic- no- a threat. Both? A soldier or pirate maybe? No... Definitely a mythic, but...
Ember slowly reached up and unclipped her cloak, letting the cloth drop to the deck. Long, black wings tensed against her back, prickling warily, the crimson-red tips gracefully brushing the deck boards as they shifted.
Her eyes locked on the dark figure standing at the end of the boarding plank, watching the scene on the Quicksilver silent and motionless.
She paced forward tensely, still gripping her pistol.
"What do you want?"
Her voice cut the dim, misty air, carrying down to the dock.

(pretend this quotes you, Isa)
The third one was interesting, she must be a hybrid. No, pay attention. He'd better make this quick, the male Harpy was about to bolt. Raven shook himself from his thoughts. He'd been around a bit and knew the drill.
Slowly he drew his pistol, dropped it with a thud onto the dock, and kicked it away.
"I want many things," He wished his voice sounded more...perhaps the word was relaxed. there was no hiding the strained rattling that came from his throat when he spoke. "but I won't bore you with a sob story, I want a job aboard this ship of," he glanced at the Aqrabaumelu and pointed, "yours"

Lichen’s claw tipped hand slid to her hip to grip the dagger that was strapped there. It was quiet. Too quiet.
The waves lapped at the hull of the ship, the sharp noise making her feel on edge. The air seemed heavy. Dark.

A new stranger sauntered up the gangplank, and something prickled in the back of Vhanya’s mind.
Familiarity.
Not the sense of knowing that came with the presence of another Mythic; but the small twitch that shouted, I have known you before!
She pressed back her braid -it had quickly become a habit since she started braiding her hair.
The cowled Harpy voiced his intentions, and the eager side of her started at the opportunity of recruiting another crew member; but the tenseness of the other Harpies was almost tangible, their sixth senses must’ve been going haywire.
She opened her mouth to speak when-

A shadowy figure peeled away from the night and stood at the edge of gangplank of the Quicksilver. The small figure wore a long cloak that dragged along the ground and a hood that cast its face into shadow.
Unfortunately, someone was standing at the end of the gangplank.
The cloaked figure gave an exasperated huff and ripped off his cloak. It was indeed a he, a harpy with shoulder-length hair so greasy it looked even more flammable than hair usually was wont to look and massive wings that overwhelmed his spare frame. He was unabashedly shirtless. He gripped the cloak in one clawed hand and jumped into the air, flying up and over with a few powerful beats of his wings and landing in a three-point position next to Ember. There were a few guns being pointed about but he figured he hadn’t done anything to deserve gunpoint yet. Yes, he had just landed on a private boat, but it appeared to be a free-for-all where trespassing was allowed, based on his observations of the numerous Mythics just sauntering onto the boat.
“Emberrrrr, why would you join a pirate crew without me?” Coal asked in a half-mocking voice. His lips curled into a smile, revealing sharp white teeth.
He had been tracking her the whole way there. He was sure that she knew of his presence—her sixth-sense was stronger than his—but she couldn’t exactly stop him from following her either. Coal could make himself a terrible nuisance.

Ember flashed her wings out, jumping herself away from the dark figure with a strong pulse of her wings. Her flintlock hammer clicked back menacingly as she leveled it with the other Harpy's forehead, her eyes flaring brighter still, both clawed hands gripping the gun firmly.
"Who are you and how do you know I'm Ember?"
A look of mild disgust and irritation mixed with the fierceness in her expression.
"And what are you talking about?"
What is happening?
She took another step back from the black and red Harpy, glancing at the dark figure still standing on the docks, his venomous eyes glittering with interest. Her gaze flicked back to the new strange arrival.

A flurry of wings and a thump of feet against the deck announced the arrival of another strange Harpy.
“Souls in Hell!” Cried Vhanya, her tail immediately at the ready to strike the new Harpy man, along with her flintlock trained between his black eyes.

He knew Ember’s name, but her demeanor implied she had no clue who he was, there was no use in asking her a thing. The other Harpies seemed just as startled as her, their feathers bristling and stances shifted to the defensive.
Vhanya couldn‘t keep her eyes from dancing Harpy to Harpy, her heart pounded in her ears. Although, if a shootout occurred, she was much more concerned for the welfare of her ship than that of her new crewmates.

(Since Coal is shirtless I’m now stuck with the mental image of Harpies having another set of pecs )

At the sight of the gun aimed at his forehead, Coal yipped and jumped two feet in the air. This fearful jump was a great opportunity. A great opportunity to beat his great wings and fly out of harm’s way. As he ascended, he yelled “YOU’RE MY SISTER!” Coal flew in loops high above the ship, still within earshot, but hopefully out of the range of Ember’s gun. Hopefully. He wasn’t quite sure, but he thought that his dizzying flight patterns might reduce his chance of getting hit.

Her brother?
The stranger’s dizzying launch and shout shook Vhanya out of her thoughts. She turned sharp eyes to the early morning sky and steadied her flintlock.
”Land back on this ship or I’ll have you riddled with lead!”
She left it at that.
She’d felled plenty of flying gulls, and could never miss a shot from the deck of the Quicksilver: To be on one’s own ship offered confidence that was intoxicating.

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

 

[Amer]

(Since Coal is shirtless I’m now stuck with the mental image of Harpies having another set of pecs )

(Haha, I have had this image ever since I created the character and now others have to suffer too)
Coal’s eyes widened, and his glance flashed between his sister’s gun and that of the pirate captain. Who was scarier? Definitely the captain.
And he wasn’t about to chance that he was out of range. He promptly landed on the deck behind Vanya, lacking all of the bravado of his previous landing. Fulfilling the scary lady’s terms might grant him some kind of immunity, and he felt that by standing near her, Ember might balk at shooting him.