-The Mythics RP-

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(Also, sorry I left, had a lot going on. Y'all ever had to drain water belly in a chicken before? it's funnnnnnnnnnnn)

Will not lie, I literally shuddered *uGgoO0ouugGghhHHhh*

 

[Blue Raptor]

@RDchicken99
(I hope I'm doing okay, I am honestly making this up as I go)
(Also, sorry I left, had a lot going on. Y'all ever had to drain water belly in a chicken before? it's funnnnnnnnnnnn)

Ugh. Yes.

 

[Amer]

(Also, sorry I left, had a lot going on. Y'all ever had to drain water belly in a chicken before? it's funnnnnnnnnnnn)

(never)

 

[Blue Raptor]

Hmmm.

"Good talk," Will said, giving Layna a hearty pat on the back. Rather than looking at her, he was eyeing the two men that had just walked in. "Guess I'd better be off, it's getting late."

He lingered while though, pretending to observe a painting of a fox hunt that hung on the wall.

(I don't know what we're doing btw so if you could give me a general direction to follow that'd be amazing ) @Blue Raptor

“I dunno. Maybe. Let me think about it first.”
The shorter man rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, then turned to Wilroc out of curiosity. “What do you say?“ he asked, “do you hunt?”
Alayna looked over at Will as she rang up the pastries.

 

[RDchicken99]

Ember kept several paces behind Vhanya as they walked, keeping a watchful eye on the sailor's movements, still wary.
"How long before we're out of port?"
She didn't care for the scorpion's rambling, most of her words falling as empty noise over the Harpy's feathered ears. Besides, she would never pollute herself with the same low-life smoking and drinking habits the captain seemed so worried about, and it was for her own dignity, not any care for the ship, that obligated her to uphold any rules.

@RDchicken99
(I hope I'm doing okay, I am honestly making this up as I go)
(Also, sorry I left, had a lot going on. Y'all ever had to drain water belly in a chicken before? it's funnnnnnnnnnnn)

(No, and I’m glad I haven’t, that sounds nasty lol)

Vhanya pressed a gloved hand to her chin, “well, if you haven’t already noticed, my ship doesn’t have a crew apart from the two of us… I doubt we leave port until we can rouse up some other’uns to help us.” She turned her yellow eyes to the harpy, “unless you’re implyin‘ you think just us two can man a ship on our own, if that’s the case you’ve got some sickness in your feathery head.”

She gestured towards the Quicksilver, ”would you like a tour of this fine vessel here? And you still haven’t told me your name. We don’t have to get all chummy, but if I don’t get your true moniker you’re bound to end up with some unwanted nicknames - from me or whoever else we recruit.”

@-Shade-

 

[-Shade-]

(No, and I’m glad I haven’t, that sounds nasty lol)

Vhanya pressed a gloved hand to her chin, “well, if you haven’t already noticed, my ship doesn’t have a crew apart from the two of us… I doubt we leave port until we can rouse up some other’uns to help us.” She turned her yellow eyes to the harpy, “unless you’re implyin‘ you think just us two can man a ship on our own, if that’s the case you’ve got some sickness in your feathery head.”

She gestured towards the Quicksilver, ”would you like a tour of this fine vessel here? And you still haven’t told me your name. We don’t have to get all chummy, but if I don’t get your true moniker you’re bound to end up with some unwanted nicknames - from me or whoever else we recruit.”

@-Shade-

Ember folded her arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I'm Ember. Ember the Harpy."
"And I know you can't man a ship with only two people, but I was hoping you already had a crew. After all, the 'Queen of the Quicksilver' ought to have subjects, shouldn't she?"
The Harpy didn't wait for a reply, dropping her arms again and striding up the boarding plank to the ship.

@RDchicken99

 

[RDchicken99]

Ember folded her arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I'm Ember. Ember the Harpy."
"And I know you can't man a ship with only two people, but I was hoping you already had a crew. After all, the 'Queen of the Quicksilver' ought to have subjects, shouldn't she?"
The Harpy didn't wait for a reply, dropping her arms again and striding up the boarding plank to the ship.

@RDchicken99

“It’s a pleasure to be acquainted, ‘Ember the Harpy’”

Vhanya fixed her coat, then started up the plank beside Ember, talking amiably as she walked, “most of my crew I hire on commission, the last batch all died, unfortunately-“ She stopped talking abruptly to whip out her flintlock and blow away a curious gull that had landed on the spotless deck, she walked to what remained of the bird, and with a look of disgust on her face, threw it overboard into the harbor. She then resumed talking as though nothing had happened.

“I’m not fond of keeping set crew around very long, I’ve found everything is much more efficient in rotation.”

@-Shade-

 

[-Shade-]

“It’s a pleasure to be acquainted, ‘Ember the Harpy’”

Vhanya fixed her coat, then started up the plank beside Ember, talking amiably as she walked, “most of my crew I hire on commission, the last batch all died, unfortunately-“ She stopped talking abruptly to whip out her flintlock and blow away a curious gull that had landed on the spotless deck, she walked to what remained of the bird, and with a look of disgust on her face, threw it overboard into the harbor. She then resumed talking as though nothing had happened.

“I’m not fond of keeping set crew around very long, I’ve found everything is much more efficient in rotation.”

@-Shade-

Ember sidestepped away from the boarding plank and leaned against the railing of the black ship, casting a lazy gaze down at the rest of the port as Vhanya continued talking.
If I'd known she'd be this chatty, I might have turned down the deal.
"Hm. Pray tell, how did your 'unfortunately' late crew all die again?"
Ember brushed several strands of hair out of her face, slightly pushing the stifling hood back to give her a better view of the busy docks.

@RDchicken99

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Jintao opened his eyes. His mind was racing. He lunged to his feet and nearly fell over with dizziness. It had only been a dream- PTSD, perhaps. He caught himself with the back of the old couch and slouched down to his seat. His sailor's coat was still on, which had soaked his previous seat. Gentle light shown through the dirty windows of his gloomy apartment. He looked at the clock for the time, then remembered it had been stolen. "Another rough day, huh?" he asked himself. Waking up with a steady floor was always hard, and with the terrifying memories that followed, it only made it harder.

Jintao rose from the couch slower than he had before. He went to his refrigerator and opened it to the smell of fish. There were three packages in his fridge, two of fish, the other he wasn't sure. One of the fish packages was old, and smelled like it. He didn't mind the smell, but used it to deter theives from stealing anything from his fridge. He picked up the non-fish package and estimated its weight. About 10 pounds, maybe less, he estimated. He sat it down, still not ready to see what was in it.

Jintao closed the refrigerator and headed for the door. Stuffing his keys deep into his pocket, he left his apartment well locked. The haze of the early morning hid most buildings out of sight. The streets were quiet except for the occasional dog barking as Jintao walked past. He wasn't sure why he was out so early. He rarely left his apartment when he wasn't helping the fishermen. Perhaps it was to get away from his thoughts. No bother, he assumed. His thoughts would surely follow him out here too. He did wonder, though, if there was something out here that was calling him. Perhaps it was someone in need or other. Either way, he wasn't sure.

 

[RDchicken99]

Jintao opened his eyes. His mind was racing. He lunged to his feet and nearly fell over with dizziness. It had only been a dream- PTSD, perhaps. He caught himself with the back of the old couch and slouched down to his seat. His sailor's coat was still on, which had soaked his previous seat. Gentle light shown through the dirty windows of his gloomy apartment. He looked at the clock for the time, then remembered it had been stolen. "Another rough day, huh?" he asked himself. Waking up with a steady floor was always hard, and with the terrifying memories that followed, it only made it harder.

Jintao rose from the couch slower than he had before. He went to his refrigerator and opened it to the smell of fish. There were three packages in his fridge, two of fish, the other he wasn't sure. One of the fish packages was old, and smelled like it. He didn't mind the smell, but used it to deter theives from stealing anything from his fridge. He picked up the non-fish package and estimated its weight. About 10 pounds, maybe less, he estimated. He sat it down, still not ready to see what was in it.

Jintao closed the refrigerator and headed for the door. Stuffing his keys deep into his pocket, he left his apartment well locked. The haze of the early morning hid most buildings out of sight. The streets were quiet except for the occasional dog barking as Jintao walked past. He wasn't sure why he was out so early. He rarely left his apartment when he wasn't helping the fishermen. Perhaps it was to get away from his thoughts. No bother, he assumed. His thoughts would surely follow him out here too. He did wonder, though, if there was something out here that was calling him. Perhaps it was someone in need or other. Either way, he wasn't sure.

This is great, but reading the word ‘refrigerator‘ in a story set in the 18th century was almost like an out-of-body experience