-The Mythics RP-

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Jintao stared at the dark man as he passed by. Jordan? He had heard of the name before back in Bayport, but it didn't have enough significance for him to remember why he had heard it. He scanned the room while Tay talked with the man. All the faces were foreign to him, yet Tay had already met an old friend.
He lowered his hat some as Tay patted past him. "I hope his work is somewhere other than this bar," he whispered, following her through the crowd. Some man cooed at Tay as they passed by. "And unless it's part of you using me as your 'ticket,' perhaps we should make it more obvious that we're not together."


Sorry, I was watching a movie last night.

@_-Captain BRM-_

 

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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.

(Am I missing anything?
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3

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.

@-Kiwi- (I think Lichen should go next)

 

[Blue Raptor]

“Sorry.” Shem said with a cringe.
“Highness? As in the king? Aka not someone I can mess with right now.” Shem thought angrily, it seemed there wasn’t much he could do to help Aerie.
“Are they just going to keep you here? Do you know why?” He asked, feeling bad that he was basically interrogating the poor creature. “And why haven’t they killed you…”

The young wyvern lowered himself into a sitting position and folded his wings back in towards his body. He was still tense. There was something odd about this guard. He was.. very interested in Aerie.
“I’m not staying here forever.” He watched Shem’s facial expressions shift from anger, to pity, to thoughtfulness with some interest.
“I’m going to help Your Highness destroy the rebels.” He said simply. “It’s what I’m here for. I’m his.. weapon..?”

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Jintao stared at the dark man as he passed by. Jordan? He had heard of the name before back in Bayport, but it didn't have enough significance for him to remember why he had heard it. He scanned the room while Tay talked with the man. All the faces were foreign to him, yet Tay had already met an old friend.
He lowered his hat some as Tay patted past him. "I hope his work is somewhere other than this bar," he whispered, following her through the crowd. Some man cooed at Tay as they passed by. "And unless it's part of you using me as your 'ticket,' perhaps we should make it more obvious that we're not together."

"Oh, we're together."
She turned her heel into the scarred floor, a sudden and jarring movement.
"Go back," she said, pushing past Jintao's shoulder as she shuffled between tables. "Go back, go back. One of the corner booths. We're here to early."

Sorry, I was watching a movie last night.

It better heckin have been potc.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

"Oh, we're together."
She turned her heel into the scarred floor, a sudden and jarring movement.
"Go back," she said, pushing past Jintao's shoulder as she shuffled between tables. "Go back, go back. One of the corner booths. We're here to early."

Jintao rose an eyebrow. Not that type of together, he thought. That guy called me your man.
Jintao backed up as he glanced around. There must have been trouble, but he didn’t know where or what. He motioned with his head to a booth near the back. "That one good?"

It better heckin have been potc.

No. It was October Baby. I've never watched the PotC.

 

[-Kiwi-]

(Barnacles and cracks??? On the Quicksilver??? Vhanya would rather be caught dead than with barnacles on her beloved ship

(Muskets and flintlocks abound! Especially in Pirate’s Cove)







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.

(Am I missing anything?
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3

(SCRAPPY XD)

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

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.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

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.

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.

@RDchicken99
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Crestcrazy2

Shadow lurking dancers... never heard that one before.
The young man was radiating with tension, his pace suddenly uneven, head on a swivel as he glanced anxiously back across the dark pier.
Nautalis slid beneath the ancient railing lining the boardwalk, gripping the rough wood and swinging over the edge of the weathered planks. She felt carefully for footholds among the crusted supports of the dock, descending to the soft sand beneath and dropping silently the last couple of feet to the ground.
The sounds of the boots on the wood echoed loudly from beneath, moonlight providing faint shadows that followed the noise, silhouetting beneath the gaps in the planks. The ocean wind gusted sharply, flipping chunks of dried seaweed up on end like tiny flags weighted by the sand.
The pair descended the stairs to the shore, the young woman's voice swept away by the crisp breeze wafting off the frigid water. Nautalis clung to the shade of the boardwalk, assuming- or hoping- that the moonlight off the sand would provide enough of a glare to mask her from sight. They were aware of her presence now, to some extent, but they'd made the mistake of coming closer to the water. The familiar feeling of damp sand was steadily building to her confidence.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Jintao rose an eyebrow. Not that type of together, he thought. That guy called me your man.
Jintao backed up as he glanced around. There must have been trouble, but he didn’t know where or what. He motioned with his head to a booth near the back. "That one good?"

"Yes."

They sat at the table and allowed for time to slip past. Those who bore curfews returned home, obedient either to an expectant wife or a merciful law. The Cove has always been a savage place, and peace had grown ignorant.
Tay leaned on the wall, sitting tight in the booth. Talking was pointless. She couldn't hear herself think.

No. It was October Baby. I've never watched the PotC.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

"Yes."

They sat at the table and allowed for time to slip past. Those who bore curfews returned home, obedient either to an expectant wife or a merciful law. The Cove has always been a savage place, and peace had grown ignorant.
Tay leaned on the wall, sitting tight in the booth. Talking was pointless. She couldn't hear herself think.

Jintao placed his arm on the table and watched those who left and those who stayed. Some who stayed were too drunk to know to leave, others were too caught up in a game of cards to dare to leave. Fortunes and foolishery, Jintao thought. He had seen it all before. The drunks had no cares by this point and at least one player was going home broke, if he even lived long enough to leave.
Jintao turned his attention to Tay. He often wondered about her and her story, but he never bothered asking. If the tavern was quieter, he may have dared asked. Despite the threat of a crowd, the place felt like the safest place they had been since arriving in Pirate’s Cove.

 

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They sat at the table and allowed for time to slip past

felt like the safest place they had been since arriving in Pirate’s Cove.

(LETS DO THIS THING)

 

[-Shade-]

Jintao stared at the dark man as he passed by. Jordan? He had heard of the name before back in Bayport, but it didn't have enough significance for him to remember why he had heard it. He scanned the room while Tay talked with the man. All the faces were foreign to him, yet Tay had already met an old friend.
He lowered his hat some as Tay patted past him. "I hope his work is somewhere other than this bar," he whispered, following her through the crowd. Some man cooed at Tay as they passed by. "And unless it's part of you using me as your 'ticket,' perhaps we should make it more obvious that we're not together."

"Oh, we're together."
She turned her heel into the scarred floor, a sudden and jarring movement.
"Go back," she said, pushing past Jintao's shoulder as she shuffled between tables. "Go back, go back. One of the corner booths. We're here to early."

Jintao rose an eyebrow. Not that type of together, he thought. That guy called me your man.
Jintao backed up as he glanced around. There must have been trouble, but he didn’t know where or what. He motioned with his head to a booth near the back. "That one good?"

"Yes."

They sat at the table and allowed for time to slip past. Those who bore curfews returned home, obedient either to an expectant wife or a merciful law. The Cove has always been a savage place, and peace had grown ignorant.
Tay leaned on the wall, sitting tight in the booth. Talking was pointless. She couldn't hear herself think.

Jintao placed his arm on the table and watched those who left and those who stayed. Some who stayed were too drunk to know to leave, others were too caught up in a game of cards to dare to leave. Fortunes and foolishery, Jintao thought. He had seen it all before. The drunks had no cares by this point and at least one player was going home broke, if he even lived long enough to leave.
Jintao turned his attention to Tay. He often wondered about her and her story, but he never bothered asking. If the tavern was quieter, he may have dared asked. Despite the threat of a crowd, the place felt like the safest place they had been since arriving in Pirate’s Cove.

The tavern door swung heavily, offering a gentle creak that was drowned easily by the remnants of crowded conversation between the lingering gamblers and drunkards. The warm smell of alcohol and human odors seeped through the musky scent of the sea clinging to Nautalis's scarf, and she rubbed it further over her face, trying to reawaken the more familiar smell.
The woman slipped through the narrow opening, holding the door opening only slightly before gently pressing it shut again. Very few of the remaining crowd glanced up at her, a good half of them decently drunk, oblivious to her presence.
The odd pair were sitting in the far corner of the tavern, visible from the corner of Nautalis's vision, she didn't have to look up to know where they were. With graceful, cautious steps, she wove between the tables and people, aiming loosly for a small seat near the wall, several long strides from her targets.
She rested a slender hand on the back of one of the chairs, sliding it out with one quick movement and setting herself neatly in the seat. Letting her gaze linger lazy and undirected, she pulled a crumpled piece of parchment from her loose pocket, pressing it against the furnished wood and running quick fingers over it's surface to straiten the creases.
She propped an elbow against the table, touching curled knuckles underneath her chin as if in thought, her ears trained in the direction of the couple.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing