-The Mythics RP-

[Amer]

(My idea is wouldn’t Vhanya have at least one constant crewmate that doesn’t get changed out all the time to prevent mutiny? And that person could be Nautilus?
Of course Vhanya and Nautilus aren’t my characters so RD and Shade could work that out but that’s just an idea, since then it would make sense why she is following them, she’d be trying to recruit them, lol)

 

[Blue Raptor]

"I know." Wilroc said. "But we have to slow down and think. Rushing off and getting killed will benefit neither us or the pack."

"It's getting dark," he continued. "We can go scout tonight. New moon means we'll be nearly invisible." Will glanced across the room to meet Layna's eyes. "It's okay. We can fix this."

“We can’t fix the past,” Alayna said coldly. Her fingernails pressed hard into the wooden fibers of the counter.
She didn’t meet Wilroc’s gaze.
“You can go scout. I’m going to pack. Feel free to tell any of the pack members I’m leaving here.” Her eyes flitted around the baking supplies surrounding her as she mentally started planning what she wanted to do first. She pushed a hand through her hair absently.

 

[Blue Raptor]

MJ, add me to the pm.

Spoiler

please

 

[Blue Raptor]

(Oh cool! )

Shem wondered how long this creature had been like this, maybe more then he’d already let on. “Look lad, I could try and get you out if-…” Shem started, but he was cut off as the footfalls of soldiers echoed along the corridor. Crap!
“I’ll come back, kid. I’ll tell the harpy’s about you.” He said hurriedly, a look of panic rising up in his eyes. He left the door and quietly escaped out the back entrance to the dungeon, turning the corner just as the soldiers entered.

Aerie’s confusion only grew as Shem assured him that he would get Aerie out of the cell.
Did your highness tell him to do that? He figured the ruler of the fortress would’ve done that himself. Shem seemed startled at the approach of a couple soldiers, which was also odd. The young wyvern started to wonder what the horse rider’s affiliation was with your highness.
Harpy.
He’d heard of those. Winged people like him. Different, yet similar in the sense they that both shared the gift of freedom that flight granted. Aerie didn’t know that harpies worked with the king. Did they?
The guards stopped in front of his cell door.

“‘Ello, you scaly rat. Time for dinna. The king says his pet needs more protein.” A rail thin guard said nastily as he dumped a bucket of meat scraps on the floor, kicking it under the door and into the cell with his muddied boot. It looked like the innards of some unfortunate forest creature, the pile was riddled with bones and the leafy tops of vegetables from the kitchen.
Shem felt a burning hatred swelling, running his fingers along his bow before stopping. If he acted now the centaurs would never be free. he’d get his revenge on the kings evil men when the time was right. Without looking back he stole into the shadows (of whatever time it is ) and back to the North quadrant to tell Tuun what he’d seen.

Aerie waited until the guards left before turning around and sweeping most of the meat scraps towards himself with his tail. They were out of reach of his hands, but he was used to compromising with his tail.
He cringed at the rattle of chains as he settled himself back down and bit into a piece of what he figured was rabbit; thinking about the unusual encounter with Shem.

 

[Moon Knight]

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(My idea is wouldn’t Vhanya have at least one constant crewmate that doesn’t get changed out all the time to prevent mutiny? And that person could be Nautilus?
Of course Vhanya and Nautilus aren’t my characters so RD and Shade could work that out but that’s just an idea, since then it would make sense why she is following them, she’d be trying to recruit them, lol)

(@-Shade- and @RDchicken99, what do you think of this? )

 

[-Shade-]

(@-Shade- and @RDchicken99, what do you think of this? )

Well... I like it, but in Nautalis's character form, she is an assassin for the resistance, so I don't know if it would completely line up

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Well... I like it, but in Nautalis's character form, she is an assassin for the resistance, so I don't know if it would completely line up

(Alright then. So that's out.)

 

[-Shade-]

Amarok watched her fly, disappearing into the fog above. He smiled, soon enough he’d have an army of infected scum to fight Lanchester with, and that sour old tyrant wouldn’t know what hit him.

Vhanya couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to hint at her lips as dawn sunlight spilled out from sea mists over the docks; sending sparkles over the shining waxed decks of the Quicksilver, and setting aglow the soft edges of feathery wings and hair of her new crew—her crew! Once again, Captain Vhanya Marriott had a crew, and she was as giddy and light as a schoolgirl caught awhirl in first love.

Ember was as obstinate and fiery as a mule, Lichen was shrill and entitled despite her somewhat scrappy appearance, Galen looked positively weary to the bone, the greasy Phoenix could only be described as cripplingly naive, and there was a very strong chance the other two had recently escaped a mental institution.

Vhanya had dealt with worse, she could make it work - she always made it work.

With the feeling of fresh confidence leaving a spring to her step, Vhanya turned to the possibly deranged Harpy man.
“You may join my crew, but understand if I catch you stepping out of line I’ll have your corpse fed to the gulls and alley-cats.”
Without looking in his direction, she jabbed a clawed finger towards the cowled fellow. “And you; you may stay around until we set sail. I’d advise you find a way to make yourself useful and slightly less… eerie.”

She looked up just as Ember‘s wings clapped open and she took to the crow’s nest. Something was amiss, Vhanya knew to trust Ember’s sixth sense more than her own.
To add to the oddness of the Harpy’s sudden flight, one of Vhanya’s non-supernatural senses was nagging her. A faint.. scent? And one not entirely unlike that of the large, shaggy herding dogs she frequently saw during her times in Neustadt.

Galen wasn't really listening at all, he was watching Ember high above his head in the crow's nest. He'd found comfort in his nagging sixth sense giving way to the clutches of exhaustion. There was no alarm blaring in the back of his mind anymore and he was ok with that.

His heavy eyelids almost shut once but snapped back open when his bird tried to land on the top of his wing, slipped down the feathers, gave up attempting to hang on and alighted on his hand.
Startled, Galen snapped back into attention. "ouch" he muttered as he reached up and massaged the ruffled top of the wing, The falcon's talons had poked through the feathers and it stung.
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Raven on the other hand was wide awake and seething inside. less eerie?! did she want him to remove the scars as WELL as the hood?
Fine then, if she wouldn't take the opportunity in front of her, the LIFETIME of experience... he would track them along the coast. yes, that's what he would do. it was more effort but possible.

He masked his anger with an emotionless stare as he flipped the hood back onto his head.
"What would you have me do before I take my leave, Captain?"

trust...trust was key.

Gecko fluttered his wings. No worry, he thought. Once out at sea, there'd be no alley-cats for miles around. She'd only have the gulls to feed, and he could probably befriend them beforehand. No bother, acting out of line wasn't his intentions. He planned on doing his best.
"No need of unda-standing. I'm-a watching my steps," he said with the confidence of a fool. Gecko turned on a heel and walked to the side of the ship. His nerves quivered with excitement. If there wasn't possible on-lookers, he would have leaped into the air and did a back-flip as he hooted his joy. He drew in a deep breath. Perhaps that would calm his excitement before he made a fool of himself. The salty air burned his nostrils. A familiar scent of the forest caught Gecko' attention. That wasn't right. He hadn't smelt anything to do with the forest since he had entered Pirate’s Cove. He smelled the air further. A wolf, he guessed. No, not likely, especially in a populated place such as this. They never went near humans or Harpies. He passed the scent off as only a memory of his old dwellings and crossed over to the other side of the ship.

The suns golden light brought a fresh, brisk chill to the air. Lichen spread her brown banded wings slightly to warm up.

Lichen pushed herself off the side of the boat where she had been leaning, tilting her head at the falcon. "What's his name?" she asked.

"Who? this old buzzard? He's Quasar. You can hold him if you wish," Galen extended his arm-perched bird in Lichen's direction, "but be careful, he's got a bit of an attitude."

Lichen extended her arm, allowing the falcon to step from Galen's arm onto her own. "Quasar," she repeated, wincing slightly as the birds sharp talons pricked her skin under her sleeves. She could feel the strength that the raptor's yellow talons contained as they gripped her arm, the dangerous claws curling. The sun caught on the bird's tawny feathers, making his golden eye glint. "Wow," Lichen said. "His wings kind of look like mine." She extended her own warm brown wings to demonstrate, slowly so as to not spook Quasar.

“Definitely more interesting than mine,” Galen nodded as he folded his wings tightly behind his back. "Though the extra stealth is appreciated when it comes to blending in."
He kept his eyes on Quasar, not sure what he might do about being passed off to someone else. "This fellow is the closest I've got to family and very helpful in finding smithing customers, though," he sighed, "I dare say, I almost wish he hadn't found this one."

Ember turned towards the dawn light, rubbing a quick hand up and down her exposed arm to awaken some fresh warmth. The Harpy cupped her hands close to her chest, allowing a swirling flame to peak from her palms, climbing mischievous up and around her fingertips.
The silhouettes of early ships dotted the expanse of grey and gold sea, hazy spots far on the horizon, or looming shadows slowly tugging over the restless waves. The morning fog started to shift, slowly releasing its grip on the dock and swirling higher into the air- it would have burned off within a few hours.
Vhanya's voice sounded loud but wordless up to Ember's perch, the ring of command defined even though she couldn't understand the words fully. The Scorpion may have been a pain in the tail feathers, but at least she could order a crew effectively.
Ember shook out her burning hands, flaring her wings to keep the warmth circulating through her body as she draped her cloak over the edge of the crow's nest, pushing away from the mast and rolling her shoulders. The arrival of the strange Phoenix had ruffled her more than she should have allowed herself to show—it was a coward's way to avoid the chaos and seek shelter in one's own solitude. Unacceptable.
Embrace the chaos.
Ember closed her eyes, opening, closing, and flexing her pulsing hands.
Find strength in chaos.
She realized vaguely that she hadn't caught the Phoenix's name, followed instantly by the snappish thought that she didn't actually care. He was skittish, and a young fool. Naive, reckless, and uncontrolled—weak. It didn't matter if he was related to her or not, she didn't owe him anything he couldn't earn—especially not her respect or care.
Ember's eyes opened again sharply, the thoughts reawakening her confidence and she shot a sunlit glance down at the rest of the crew. The Harpy gripped the edge of the crow's nest, jumping up and swinging her legs over before releasing the wooden ridge, dropping down the mast.
Her wings flared, the crimson red scooping the flaming dawn light, a slight hint of exhilaration igniting within Ember at the drop beneath her. She wound a wrist around one of the many cords tethering the sails as she fell, the friction over her skin burning gloriously before she landed gracefully on the lower main yard, crouching to embrace the shock of the landing.
The Harpy stood, leaning perilously on the beam, supported by the rope still in her grasp as she glanced among the newly formed crew before finally settling a penetrating gaze on Vhanya.
"Alright Captain," she started, aware that her tone would likely spark a note of irritation from the Scorpion.
"You've got yourself the start of a crew and a hint at an idea of a destination, but we are far from ready to set off—as you probably know—and I've got places to be. So now, oh great "Queen" of the Quicksilver, tell us what the plan is, and let's get this show on the road. Do you know where to find the rest of your crew, or do you need eyes and ears to find them for you?"
Her tone gradually shifted as she spoke, more genuine in her questions, less sarcastic. The Harpy glanced at Galen and the other Harpy woman—another name she hadn't learned—as she finished, avoiding acknowledging the Phoenix.

@RDchicken99 (I wonder if Ember would make a good first mate...)
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Lacy Duckwing
@Amer
@Crestcrazy2

 

[-Shade-]

Jintao was becoming drowsy. Too much stress and excitement had worn him out. He turned his attention to a table of those playing cards. If they wouldn't try pulling him into the game, he'd go sit closer and watch the excitement. Someone entered the tavern. That's odd, he thought as the woman moved to a table without asking for a drink. She appeared to have a piece of paper, so he assumed she was there for business and illegal business due to the late hour.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@-Shade-

The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, the sounds of the tavern dying slowly—too slowly—as the remaining straggler left or gave in to sleep, long, tedious minutes stretching between.
Nautalis tapped her fingers impatiently on the hard table wood, the steady rapping of the hard nails turning to a droning repetition, almost lulling. She forced her gaze to remain sharp, always worrying that the nagging thought of rest would overtake her constantly unfocusing eyes.
Time continued to hobble by, as lazy and sleepy as the midnight air of the pub, eroding the woman's patience alongside exhaustion. But patience was precious, especially in these sorts of missions. The Time would not expose itself if one could not hold on to patience.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
(Ack, I don't know how to advance this. Honestly, the back and forth of exhausting, dragging parts really adds to the effect of the hunting/waiting setting, so I think I'll let you both go one more time before I start doing StUfF)