-The Mythics RP-

A black brow quirked upwards with an inkling of surprise, “Ah, I see! Well, I hope your stay aboard my ship is most informative for you.”
Vhanya rose from her chair and pushed it back into place with a boot, pausing to watch as the contract made its way around the trio.


She lent him a sly grin, “I certainly won’t deny that sentiment.”




Vhanya returned the girl’s gaze, “use any name that you see fit. And I agree with you; it’s best to keep the affairs of your, er, criminal past far from my ship.“
She chuckled, “although, I’m not one to talk about avoiding criminal affairs.“

@-Shade-
@Lacy Duckwing
@_-Captain BRM-_
Tay scratched an unruly sign into the parchment, then stepped back and tossed the pen to the table.
"Handle that well, now," she said, nodding to the contract. "It'll be worth money someday." She leaned toward Jintao, casting him a crippled sort-of look. "If not for only my signature, then for marking the historical moment Lyra royally screwed up the remainder of her grandiose life. Take a breather, mate." She shook her head in a gentle way. "Don't be the source of issue."
The truth was her mind's instinct much reflected Jintao's, and for that she was sour. He seemed a fine man indeed when his courageous wits were about, but now he lacked utterly in respect. His already cautious ways and been reined in to an even tighter extent. Jintao took the bit with sincere submission and ease.
But then again, perhaps he was right.
Her mind only downgraded him so that she could look taller, Tay knew this full well. Yet he beared an uncanny resemblance to a coward.
Whether cowardice equalled caution was a matter utterly ignored by Tay's over-analyzing brain. His past scarred him. It left him quite frightened. He was a coward to show it, she decided.
Yet without hesitation she saw her own self reflected through this. Whether she displayed the emotions or not, terror had woven it's way into her heart and with every breath the threads tightened and cut. It would overwhelm. She couldn't surpress.
But she could store it up.
She was good at that.

Tay didn't know. It was all too much, and too overwhelming. She'd talk with him. They'd find a time. Jintao wasn't a fool. He wasn't a fool.
If only she could calm her wet palms and rattling heart.

(I... I'm tired. I don't-..
Ahh.
This is going 4,000 different directions, but.. I think that's what I love about Tay.)
@Lacy Duckwing
Do you want to go first before I RP Ember and Nautulis?
 
Eyes locked on the stained paper, Tay took the pen into her firm hands and leaned up on the desk. She drug her heel across the ground and rapped her knuckles across the smooth wood, feeling the ship loll.
She hated it.
She rolled her bottom lip with white teeth. "Devils, must it be my real name? I'm responsible for both, completely and totally. One just carries a death sentence, and I prefer not to use it. In fact, I've quite forgotten how it went." Another dull smile, and she rolled her eyes, looking to the Captain.
A black brow quirked upwards with an inkling of surprise, “Ah, I see! Well, I hope your stay aboard my ship is most informative for you.”
Vhanya rose from her chair and pushed it back into place with a boot, pausing to watch as the contract made its way around the trio.


She lent him a sly grin, “I certainly won’t deny that sentiment.”




Vhanya returned the girl’s gaze, “use any name that you see fit. And I agree with you; it’s best to keep the affairs of your, er, criminal past far from my ship.“
She chuckled, “although, I’m not one to talk about avoiding criminal affairs.“

@-Shade-
@Lacy Duckwing
@_-Captain BRM-_
Tay scratched an unruly sign into the parchment, then stepped back and tossed the pen to the table.
"Handle that well, now," she said, nodding to the contract. "It'll be worth money someday." She leaned toward Jintao, casting him a crippled sort-of look. "If not for only my signature, then for marking the historical moment Lyra royally screwed up the remainder of her grandiose life. Take a breather, mate." She shook her head in a gentle way. "Don't be the source of issue."
The truth was her mind's instinct much reflected Jintao's, and for that she was sour. He seemed a fine man indeed when his courageous wits were about, but now he lacked utterly in respect. His already cautious ways and been reined in to an even tighter extent. Jintao took the bit with sincere submission and ease.
But then again, perhaps he was right.
Her mind only downgraded him so that she could look taller, Tay knew this full well. Yet he beared an uncanny resemblance to a coward.
Whether cowardice equalled caution was a matter utterly ignored by Tay's over-analyzing brain. His past scarred him. It left him quite frightened. He was a coward to show it, she decided.
Yet without hesitation she saw her own self reflected through this. Whether she displayed the emotions or not, terror had woven it's way into her heart and with every breath the threads tightened and cut. It would overwhelm. She couldn't surpress.
But she could store it up.
She was good at that.

Tay didn't know. It was all too much, and too overwhelming. She'd talk with him. They'd find a time. Jintao wasn't a fool. He wasn't a fool.
If only she could calm her wet palms and rattling heart.

(I... I'm tired. I don't-..
Ahh.
This is going 4,000 different directions, but.. I think that's what I love about Tay.)
Jintao's frown returned with Vhanya's statement. It wasn't due to his lack of knowledge or being temporarily impressed; it was his guilt digging deeper into his soul. He was here. Again. Every contract he ever signed was like signing his death. It would seem promising at first, but it always led to pain and more pain.
He glanced around the room. In time, he was sure, they'd all be in a battle, killing, or being killed. It was the life of a pirate, after all. Taking what doesn't belong to you, either by your rule or the government's, all the while killing the innocent. Even children, if they weren't convinced to join your heartless crew.

Jintao let out a sigh with a step backward. "Yeah," he said under his breath. He felt like he was the source. If only he could have done something to stop her from coming to the Cove. Then again, had he been standing on his own two feet, he might have been wise enough not to follow her to the Cove. He was a mess, and he knew it. And like the ship he had lived on for many years, he felt as though everything he touched led his life to destruction.
 
Jintao's frown returned with Vhanya's statement. It wasn't due to his lack of knowledge or being temporarily impressed; it was his guilt digging deeper into his soul. He was here. Again. Every contract he ever signed was like signing his death. It would seem promising at first, but it always led to pain and more pain.
He glanced around the room. In time, he was sure, they'd all be in a battle, killing, or being killed. It was the life of a pirate, after all. Taking what doesn't belong to you, either by your rule or the government's, all the while killing the innocent. Even children, if they weren't convinced to join your heartless crew.

Jintao let out a sigh with a step backward. "Yeah," he said under his breath. He felt like he was the source. If only he could have done something to stop her from coming to the Cove. Then again, had he been standing on his own two feet, he might have been wise enough not to follow her to the Cove. He was a mess, and he knew it. And like the ship he had lived on for many years, he felt as though everything he touched led his life to destruction.
Ember stepped forward from her position near the cabin door, scratching subconsciously at the corner of the small book with one claw.
"So you are all agreed then. We can get on to positions and assignments."
The Harpy rested a finger on the contract, pulling it closer to her as she stepped up to the Captain's desk, curling a lip slightly. The Siren and the man both had handwriting that she wouldn't describe as far off from a toddler's. The human's seemed particularly worse. At least the young woman's was easily readable- Lyra, supposedly.
Ember straightened again, flipping the log book to the first blank page and scratching the first several names into the parchment, rather viciously.

Nautulis stepped back as the Harpy woman approached the desk, again forcing a smile to contain her irritation. She clasped her hands gently, pressing her index fingers against her lower lip.
"Fair enough. Where would you have us assigned, Captain? What needs done?"

@_-Captain BRM-_
@RDchicken99
@Lacy Duckwing
 
"Oh," Gecko counted his fingers. "Right." He went over to some barrels and began counting them. Using his nail to carve, he carved tally marks on one of the barrels to keep track. "Eh," he said as he carved another tally. "Why does she want these counted?"
Carving tally marks seemed like it would take a long time, but Gecko always did things strangely.
Coal finished counting the barrels in the front and began counting the ones behind.
(Oops-)
 

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