-The Mythics RP-

[Blue Raptor]

"You're right. Process of elimination." he gazed up at the roof. "Yeah. I can do that."

Wilroc paced to the window that faced the street, leaning his elbows down on the sill so he could peer outside. “Tonight?” he asked.

@Blue Raptor

“Sure,” Alayna shrugged. “Just, y’know, be careful. Per usual. I’ll go out tonight and..” she trailed off just as two men strode into the bakery, chatting with each other. The first one nodded agreeably to Wilroc as his shorter companion continued talking; “I mean, if y’have a good ‘un, I really wanna take it out an try my hand. I’m not gonna ruin it or anything!” He elbowed the other man, who chuckled and placed his hands down on the counter and leaned over the edge.
Layna quickly swept around the counter and placed a hand on the cash register, glancing between the two. “What can I get you?” She asked. “Two apple strudel things an a few muffins,” the taller man said nonchalantly, then turned back to his companion. “How’d I know ye aren’t gonna ruin it?” He questioned in a good-natured tone. “Will took it out the other day an scratched the livin’ daylights outta it while hunt in’ those things!”
Alayna grabbed the requested pastries and wrapped them in a paper while listening to the two’s conversation. Her ears perked when he heard the name “Will,” and instantly thought of the other man in the room. She knew it had to be a coincidence though. The name Will was popular anyway.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Form
Name: Raven...his real name, you may never know
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Harpy
Physical Appearance: 6ft and on the muscular side, he has a scarred face and arms though he usually covers the bottom half of his face with a black cloth. No wings, the only trace of wings being two cauterized and scarred stumps on his back. he only wears dark blue and black usually with some sort of cloak. Black hair.
Personality: Silent and composed, ruthless cold, strict, to the point.
Backstory (optional): Captured by pirates at a young age, he was tortured and de-winged (a cruel practice to ensure complete control over an otherwise very valuable asset to any crew) But escaped by killing the entire crew in their sleep and jumping ship at Pirates Cove. He now lives in hatred towards humans and harpies alike, hating one for his enslavement and one for the freedom they possess. He is loyal to no one but the highest payer and hunts Harpies down to sell their large feathers which are used in clothing for royalty or just the very wealthy. He has ways of seemingly melting into the shadows and is skilled in combat as one would have to be to survive his "profession"
(too dark? i can dilute it if needed)

I think it’s alright. Accepted!

 

[RDchicken99]

"Feh. Predictable."
The sailor was a Mythic. Ember could feel the voiceless sense of familiarity in the creature's presence, writhing through the air between them, tugging at the depth of her mind. Strengthening and clearing as the tense woman approached, sweeping her way down the busy dock.
The Harpy nonchalantly tugged off a leather glove, pulling the small, claw-tipped hand beneath the shade of her cloak as she repositioned against the wall, slouching to let the hood fall further across her face. Several ribbons of glossy black hair slid and dropped past her temples as she carefully inspected her claws.
If this Mythic was the one who owned the frigate, the Quicksilver, so the name read, she might be of use yet. But that depended on how fate flowed in the next five minutes or so.
Pirates weren't the only ones quick with a draw.

@RDchicken99

( @-Shade- this’ll be brief so there can be more dialogue between V and Ember)

Vhanya sidled next to the Mythic, and nonchalantly leaned against the wall of the fishing hut.
”What’s your business? I know full well what you are - that sense is mutual, I take it.”
As she spoke, she imperceptibly pressed the barb of her tail to the thigh of the cloaked Mythic, not with enough pressure to pierce, but if the person -a harpy, she guessed, that cloak was too bulky to not be hiding something- made any sudden movements, they’d be dead before they hit the docks.
She wasn’t intent on killing any one today, but wasn’t also about to have a fight break out and get both of their Mythical identities revealed. It was best to quietly take care of things; she already had planned how to deal with the body and not be noticed.

 

[-Shade-]

( @-Shade- this’ll be brief so there can be more dialogue between V and Ember)

Vhanya sidled next to the Mythic, and nonchalantly leaned against the wall of the fishing hut.
”What’s your business? I know full well what you are - that sense is mutual, I take it.”
As she spoke, she imperceptibly pressed the barb of her tail to the thigh of the cloaked Mythic, not with enough pressure to pierce, but if the person -a harpy, she guessed, that cloak was too bulky to not be hiding something- made any sudden movements, they’d be dead before they hit the docks.
She wasn’t intent on killing any one today, but wasn’t also about to have a fight break out and get both of their Mythical identities revealed. It was best to quietly take care of things; she already had planned how to deal with the body and not be noticed.

Ember scoffed quietly, sliding her ungloved hand up her head, pushing black waves of hair through her fingertips and up into the hood.
"My business is not any business of yours," she muttered tartly.
She tugged off the other glove and crossed her arms again beneath the folds of the cloak, fingering the leather between her claws.
"Do you own a ship?"

@RDchicken99

 

[RDchicken99]

Ember scoffed quietly, sliding her ungloved hand up her head, pushing black waves of hair through her fingertips and up into the hood.
"My business is not any business of yours," she muttered tartly.
She tugged off the other glove and crossed her arms again beneath the folds of the cloak, fingering the leather between her claws.
"Do you own a ship?"

@RDchicken99

Vhanya chuckled slightly, she always relished showing off her ship.
”Not very chatty, are you? And why yes, I do-“ She lifted a hand with flourish towards the Quicksilver- “that fine specimen right there.“
A thought crossed her mind.
“Say, I’m on the lookout for a crew, and if you agree to work for me while ‘yer on board the Quicksilver, I’d be glad to ferry - or if you have any cargo,“ she lowered her volume a notch, “whether it be legal or not, I’d be willing to move it.”
Her voice took on a boasting tone, “there may be plenty of smugglers in Pirate’s Cove, but rest assured, if you choose to use my services you’ll be in good hands..”

*Edited it because she had an accent change between posts lol

 

[-Shade-]

Vhanya chuckled slightly, she always relished showing off her ship.
”Not very chatty, are ‘ye? And why yes, I do-“ She lifted a hand with flourish towards the Quicksilver- “that fine specimen right there.“
A thought crossed her mind.
“Say, I’m on the lookout for a crew, and if ‘ye agree to work for me while ‘yer on board the Quicksilver, I’d be glad to ferry - or if ’ye have any cargo,“ she lowered her volume a notch, “whether it be legal or not, I’d be willing to move it.”
Her voice took on a boasting tone, “there may be plenty of smugglers in Pirate’s Cove, but rest assured, if ‘ye choose to use my services ‘ye’ll be in good hands..”

"Where are you headed?"
The Scorpion's air of self-importance was stifling, but Ember wasn't spiteful enough to ignore that the Quicksilver was one of the better ships at port. If her captain was a Mythic- albeit, an annoying and rather unnerving one, but a Mythic nonetheless- the situation could prove surprisingly useful.

@RDchicken99

 

[RDchicken99]

"Where are you headed?"
The Scorpion's air of self-importance was stifling, but Ember wasn't spiteful enough to ignore that the Quicksilver was one of the better ships at port. If her captain was a Mythic- albeit, an annoying and rather unnerving one, but a Mythic nonetheless- the situation could prove surprisingly useful.

@RDchicken99

“Wherever the winds take me, but I’m intendin‘ to drop by New Bayport.“ Vhanya paused, “don’t let that put a dagger in our business though, you should know I’m interested in what you have to offer.”

She wasn’t sure she liked the harpy woman yet, she wore a shrewd expression and seemed to be judging Vhanya’s every movement, but that was a trait ideal for smuggling jobs; she could tolerate the Harpy’s standoffishness if she turned out to be a capable crew-mate.

@-Shade-

 

[-Shade-]

“Wherever the winds take me, but I’m intendin‘ to drop by New Bayport.“ Vhanya paused, “don’t let that put a dagger in our business though, you should know I’m interested in what you have to offer.”

She wasn’t sure she liked the harpy woman yet, she wore a shrewd expression and seemed to be judging Vhanya’s every movement, but that was a trait ideal for smuggling jobs; she could tolerate the Harpy’s standoffishness if she turned out to be a capable crew-mate.

@-Shade-

Ember was silent for a long time, tapping a slender claw against her armband thoughtfully, relishing the quiet and ominous clinking that sounded from it. She gave a slight toss of her head, looking the Scorpion up and down with quick flicks from sharp red eyes.
"Have you ever been to Undermine?"

@RDchicken99

 

[Blue Raptor]

Let’s say it’s about nighttime now, yeah? Sun’s nearly gone down. Getting hard to see.

 

[-Shade-]

Let’s say it’s about nighttime now, yeah? Sun’s nearly gone down. Getting hard to see.

It's still morning with Ember and V rn...