-The Mythics RP-

[-Shade-]

Lichen was starting to rethink her decisions.

She was starting to GREATLY rethink her decisions as what seemed to be the millionth Harpy dropped from the sky. “Cmon, everyone is stealing my dramatic entrance!”

Lichen folded her wings close to her back, crossing her arms. There was a lot of people here, but she wasn’t about to let them know they made her nervous.

Galen was getting tired, he hadn't slept in a while and though he didn't want it to show, it was getting harder to stay as alert and present as he wanted to be.
He leaned against the mast waiting for some conclusion to all of this. deep down he knew that nothing would be decided quickly.
All of these flustered women were too trigger-happy and the men were all clinically insane. Nothing about this whole situation spoke 'This is going to pan out well'
just stay on your feet, he told himself repeatedly, if you're on your feet, you can get away fast.

Once aboard, Amarok found a near perfect hiding spot among what little cargo there was. He eyed the Harpy quizzically, wondering how best to plan his attack. Amarok glanced at the sky, noting the time of day before pulling out his dagger and meticulously trimming his beard in order to pass the time, he’d grown used to having only his weapon at his side. It was one of the only things he’d managed to grab before Ki- or, Lanchester, banished him and put a price on his head.

(What time of day might it be? For Shem I’ve been saying late evening. What abt the pirate and her mateys?)
@Blue Raptor @Lacy Duckwing @_-Captain BRM-_

Ember straightened, pushing off the railing again, feathers bristling.
The sense of danger was rising still, the dark human's- Harpy's?- presence still leaving a lingering foreboding, but now accompanied by a second crawling sensation.
The Harpy watched the other Mythics on the ship, silent, eyes narrowed, tugging thoughtlessly at the clasp of her cloak as they conversed. Ember stood like that, watching sharply, quiet, for a long moment before flicking the small metal clip and twisting the hood around her arm. Her wings arched wide above her head and she launched upward, the snap of her massive wings cutting the stuffy mist air as she beat up toward one of the Quicksilver's masts.
The wind felt sharper around the exposed wood, the looming sails folded tight against the timbers branching throughout the air high above the deck. The sharp ocean breeze threatened to shove Ember off the beam, slick condensation shifting mischievous under her boots. The Harpy folded her wings in tight, draping the cloak over one arm as she braced her other against the mast, sending her gaze out over the foggy harbor.

@RDchicken99 (I think we are mostly waiting on Vhanya's reply to Gecko)
@Crestcrazy2
@Amer
@-Kiwi-
@Lacy Duckwing
@Isabella5Storm3

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Jintao sat there for a minute after Tay walked off. Her words stunk into him deeply as they always did. When she reached the boardwalk above, he looked up at the sound of her footsteps. With a sigh, he lowered his gaze to the posts that supported the walk. There were slanted braces in between each pole that would have made climbing them easier had he have both hands. Frowning, he gave up the idea that he had once accomplished.
Jintao stuck his hand in his pocket and followed Tay's sloppy footsteps to the broadwalk. She was already quarter way down it by the time he arrived.
"I suppose there's improvement somewhere," he said, catching up to her. Strangely, for someone who seemed to sulk as much as he did, he never appeared out of breath from exercise. He came up beside her. "I am still walking. Some seem to think I'm uncapable of even that."

@_-Captain BRM-_

"Aye." She nodded.
They walked in silence for a long while, their boots echoing against the dock.
Her very person felt threatened in this conversation. She would defend her Innocence with savage aggression.


(Tay's so messed up, because sometimes she'll be spitting truth, or she's fallen into her self righteous vibes. She's smart, and I haven't been able to tap into all that yet. But, wow, I'm hyped about her character.
I'll get a back story piece out eventually. I've been day dreaming it for weeks.)

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

once all the chaos dies down that is

but the real question is....will it?

 

[Blue Raptor]

Name: Nautalis (Nathalie as a cover name)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Siren
Physical Appearance: Golden orange, slitted eyes. Curly black hair, that stops just below her shoulder blades. Medium skin (think Caribbean-ish), small, slender build. Frills and webbed ridge are a smoky light blue, and she has a dark, turquoise blue tail when in water.
Attire: She keeps a silken, sea-green scarf wrapped over her head and around her neck, protecting her ears and gills from view. She wears loose, light clothes to help keep her ridge concealed, and if she needs to swim, her clothes won't weigh her down. She rarely wears shoes.
Personality: Very poised and silent, she keeps a strong, emotionless, and generally mysterious expression and personality. To be RPed.
Backstory: Nautalis was raised by her father between the coast of Lookout Point and the abandoned Siren city, and she left home when she was 14, seeking to join the fight against the humans.
She is allied with the Rebellion and stays around Pirates Cove as an Assasin, mostly patrolling the docks and watching for potential Loyalists or activity from the King there. She has recently heard of rumors from Rebellion spies of the King's plan to destroy the Rebellion base through Undermine.

@Blue Raptor

Accepted! (And very cool )

 

[Amer]

(I'm dying to see Coal interact with her. I'm sending her to the Quicksilver, once all the chaos dies down that is...)

(YESSS
I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD SAY THAT
SIREN PIRATE SIREN PIRATE
I JUST COULDN'T MAKE HER BECAUSE
I ALREADY HAD SO MANY CHARACTERS)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

"Aye." She nodded.
They walked in silence for a long while, their boots echoing against the dock.
Her very person felt threatened in this conversation. She would defend her Innocence with savage aggression.


(Tay's so messed up, because sometimes she'll be spitting truth, or she's fallen into her self righteous vibes. She's smart, and I haven't been able to tap into all that yet. But, wow, I'm hyped about her character.
I'll get a back story piece out eventually. I've been day dreaming it for weeks.)

Jintao often stared at the distant horizon. He wanted to fool himself with the words Tay had been speaking to him the past couple of weeks, so he tried to look at the faraway ships as sailing in freedom, not bondage. He allowed his mind to drift in places he had tried to forget. The open waters with nothing but horizon for scenery, the gentle breeze that could rage at any given moment, and the sea creatures splashing for droppings below would feel like a dream whenever he'd pause to breathe it all in. He had forgotten about those good times as the terror and excitement took over in the midst of an attack. And now, the screams and horrors of innocent crews meeting their fateful endings filled his nightmares whenever he looked back. It wasn't always like this. To put a trespassing ship to its cruel end was something he had once lived for.
Jintao switched his gaze to Tay. Here he was, with her, far from where he was supposed to be, and now looking for a crew that may be like his previous, or worst, the innocent. He smiled a little, but it was fake. His fears were still there and he needed to rid himself of them.

(I've been enjoying reading about her ever since you began with her. I can't wait to see more and to read her backstory!)

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Aerie narrowed his eyes at the sudden light of the lantern. He blinked several times, trying to keep his eyes on the man’s shocked face.
So he didn’t know who Aerie was. Maybe the king didn’t tell his guards.
The young wyvern lifted himself off the floor with a clatter of chains and sat kneeled on the floor, clawed hands in lap. He squinted at Shem and tilted his head. “I.. can speak,” Aerie said in a heavily disused rasp of a voice; deep, yet oddly young-sounding. “I’m—a wyvern.”

Shem exhaled sharply, turning away and looking back as if the wyvern would disappear and he’d be looking at an empty cell. But it was real, the wyvern kneeled in the stone floor, it’s chains clattering loudly as it’s reptilian figure moved for what looked like the first time in a long time. Shem looked away from the cell and around the room, but no keys caught his eye. He moved away from the door and searched the other cells, ledges, nooks and crannies where anything of use might be hidden, but he found nothing. He returned to the door, his hooves making a clopping noise as he went. “ I’m Shem, What is your name? How long have you been here?” He asked quietly and calmly, trying to ease the tangible tension and distrust in the air.
@Blue Raptor

Ember straightened, pushing off the railing again, feathers bristling.
The sense of danger was rising still, the dark human's- Harpy's?- presence still leaving a lingering foreboding, but now accompanied by a second crawling sensation.
The Harpy watched the other Mythics on the ship, silent, eyes narrowed, tugging thoughtlessly at the clasp of her cloak as they conversed. Ember stood like that, watching sharply, quiet, for a long moment before flicking the small metal clip and twisting the hood around her arm. Her wings arched wide above her head and she launched upward, the snap of her massive wings cutting the stuffy mist air as she beat up toward one of the Quicksilver's masts.
The wind felt sharper around the exposed wood, the looming sails folded tight against the timbers branching throughout the air high above the deck. The sharp ocean breeze threatened to shove Ember off the beam, slick condensation shifting mischievous under her boots. The Harpy folded her wings in tight, draping the cloak over one arm as she braced her other against the mast, sending her gaze out over the foggy harbor.

@RDchicken99 (I think we are mostly waiting on Vhanya's reply to Gecko)
@Crestcrazy2
@Amer
@-Kiwi-
@Lacy Duckwing
@Isabella5Storm3

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.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Shem exhaled sharply, turning away and looking back as if the wyvern would disappear and he’d be looking at an empty cell. But it was real, the wyvern kneeled in the stone floor, it’s chains clattering loudly as it’s reptilian figure moved for what looked like the first time in a long time. Shem looked away from the cell and around the room, but no keys caught his eye. He moved away from the door and searched the other cells, ledges, nooks and crannies where anything of use might be hidden, but he found nothing. He returned to the door, his hooves making a clopping noise as he went. “ I’m Shem, What is your name? How long have you been here?” He asked quietly and calmly, trying to ease the tangible tension and distrust in the air.
@Blue Raptor

Aerie listened calmly while the horse rider seemed to search around the hallway outside before returning to the door of Aerie’s cell.
“My name is Aerie,” the young wyvern responded to Shem’s question. His eyes became unfocused as he struggled for an answer to the second inquiry. His fiery orange eyes gazed into Shem’s as he answered: “I don’t know. A long time, I think.” He twisted his left arm over as he looked over it, then drew his eyes over the small, round scar on his left wing muscle and then over the remainder of his large wings. “I feel older though, so it must’ve been a few years.” He then glanced around the stone walls habitually, not meeting Shem’s gaze.

 

[-Shade-]

"Aye." She nodded.
They walked in silence for a long while, their boots echoing against the dock.
Her very person felt threatened in this conversation. She would defend her Innocence with savage aggression.


(Tay's so messed up, because sometimes she'll be spitting truth, or she's fallen into her self righteous vibes. She's smart, and I haven't been able to tap into all that yet. But, wow, I'm hyped about her character.
I'll get a back story piece out eventually. I've been day dreaming it for weeks.)

Jintao often stared at the distant horizon. He wanted to fool himself with the words Tay had been speaking to him the past couple of weeks, so he tried to look at the faraway ships as sailing in freedom, not bondage. He allowed his mind to drift in places he had tried to forget. The open waters with nothing but horizon for scenery, the gentle breeze that could rage at any given moment, and the sea creatures splashing for droppings below would feel like a dream whenever he'd pause to breathe it all in. He had forgotten about those good times as the terror and excitement took over in the midst of an attack. And now, the screams and horrors of innocent crews meeting their fateful endings filled his nightmares whenever he looked back. It wasn't always like this. To put a trespassing ship to its cruel end was something he had once lived for.
Jintao switched his gaze to Tay. Here he was, with her, far from where he was supposed to be, and now looking for a crew that may be like his previous, or worst, the innocent. He smiled a little, but it was fake. His fears were still there and he needed to rid himself of them.

(I've been enjoying reading about her ever since you began with her. I can't wait to see more and to read her backstory!)

The soldier keeled over, letting out a pathetic gasp as the knee drove into his stomach, the silver blade flashing greedily under the overhanging shadow of the buildings, expensive fabric ripping.
Pirate's Cove was no stranger to illicit activity. Bold Mythics sulked around its streets, the mix of Rebels and Loyalists slipping in and out of the town, creating a silent war zone, accompanied by rogue pirates and thieves filtering in and out daily from the sea. It wasn't too rare to find the King's rabble tossed somewhere in the chaotic mix, and even less so to find them dead, mysteriously murdered, or fallen victim to some "accident".
Nautalis shoved the dead weight against the wall, letting the body slump undignified before tossing the soldier's crimson blade beside its owner. She pressed her side against the cold bricks, shoving the sea-green cloth back over her shoulder, sucking deep breaths through the smell of seaweed and salt as her pounding heart slowly calmed.
A long, tense moment passed, she kept her body leaning heavily against the solid wall, her focus channeling to the sound of boots thumping faintly on the boardwalk. She waited for the sound to falter, the steady footsteps stopping or slowing.
Slowly, the woman stepped off the solid street and onto the frigid, rotten wood. Her exposed feet padded the sound of her steps to near silence; She quickened the pace, keeping well behind the odd pair.
What a fool. The young woman didn't seem bothered enough to hide her face- it was a miracle only one other assassin had been following them. But why send a skilled soldier after a thief? Her companion was probably more important, and here they both were. Exposed and alone.
Nautalis slowed again, sliding her hands into her baggy pockets as she fixed her gaze on the ground, listening intently.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
(Continue as you were, I'm just gonna have her follow them for a while.)

 

[Amer]

Mary was grounded after her infamous disappearance, a matter so dull I will speak no more of it.