-The Mythics RP-

[Lacy Duckwing]

(@RDchicken99 )

 

[RDchicken99]

(@RDchicken99 )

(give me… *checks watch* six weeks.)

 

[RDchicken99]

"Yes, Captain," Jintao said with a respectful nod. Tay's words had calmed the situation more than anything. He still bore a punishment, but it was nothing compared to what he had expected. He sat his hat on his head, further back than he usually kept it in respect of the Captain. Reaching into his pocket, he found the dagger- the very thing he had put so much of his trust in and the same thing that nearly ruined it all for him.
Cyrus came over and slowly, Jintao pulled out the blade. It's silver lacked it's shine as though it too, was feeling guilt and shame. He handed it to Cyrus, making a very futile attempt at eye contact, and removed his hat once the blade was taken from his hand.
This punishment- the restriction of no weapon- was the very same one the Royals had placed on him. They had warned him should he ever be caught with a weapon, it would mean his immediate execution, and here he was- caught with one and having it taken away as quickly as he had received it. The Royals were right, as much as he hated to admit it, he was untrustworthy. A pirate, one from the Destruction to be exact, who knew nothing but killing, and never would change.

Cyrus took the blade, tucking it into his heavy coat with a slight nod to the first mate. He couldn’t hate the man, but held him in a new, albeit faint, light of distaste.
He had hurt the girl like a wounded dog. A thing of cowardice that snapped with a frothing maw at the barest hint of intrusion, even imagined.
Dogs like that were shot.
And a man that attacked a woman half his size was one to be held in contempt, no matter the memories that Lyra spoke of.
But there was some honor in his eyes, some regret. That was enough on a pirate ship. On one of the Navy? No, he’d be lashed and discharged.
In the end, the Silver’s code would permit him leave—as would Bailey’s, though that didn’t ward off the aftertaste of contempt.
The scrape of chair legs, Vhanya stood briskly with her hands pressed to her desk and a scowl at her face, “I keep to my word. I will see no other incidents such as this, or there will be severe retributions. You are dismissed.”
She waved a hand at Cyrus, and he obliged, opening the door to usher the three out. Once they returned to their cabins, he would attend to Lyra’s wrist.
It appears I’ve told Miss Ember wrong, the crew has come to blows.

 

[-Shade-]

Cyrus took the blade, tucking into his heavy coat with a slight nod to the first mate. He couldn’t hate the man, but held him in a new, albeit faint, light of distaste.
He had hurt the girl like a wounded dog. A thing of cowardice that snapped with a frothing maw at the barest hint of intrusion, even imagined.
Dogs like that were shot.
And a man that attacked a woman half his size was one to be held in contempt, no matter the memories that Lyra spoke of.
But there was some honor in his eyes, some regret. That was enough on a pirate ship. On one of the Navy? No, he’d be lashed and discharged.
In the end, the Silver’s code would permit him leave—as would Bailey’s, though that didn’t ward off the aftertaste of contempt.
The scrape of chair legs, Vhanya stood briskly with her hands pressed to her desk and a scowl at her face, “I keep to my word. I will see no other incidents such as this, or there will be severe retributions. You are dismissed.”
She waved a hand at Cyrus, and he obliged, opening the door to usher the three out. Once they returned to their cabins, he would attend to Lyra’s wrist.
It appears I’ve told Miss Ember wrong, the crew has come to blows.

"Understood."
Ember didn't breathe as she dipped her head to the Captain and swept out of the cabin, her wings pulled tight as ever. Vhanya was still overflowing with wrath, and if her searching eyes caught interest of the Harpy, the desire to unleash more of that wrath might find Ember as well. Not that she feared it. Only that an advantage required her to pass this event unscathed.
She was the first one out, and only when exposed to the stinging salt air of the late docks did she allow a slow exhale. It was strange to her that she found no pleasure in Jintao's condemnation, but merely desired the whole of the theatrics to end. It had been an uncivilized day.
At an agitated glance over her shoulder, she caught sight of the man, thoroughly rebuked and silenced. The sight brought with it only satisfaction of her victory, for he'd been set back where he should be, below her, and less worthy even than he believed she was. With things as they belonged, she would forget his nuisance by dawn.
Ember found no pleasure in boasting, so even as it would offer the man relief, she didn't acknowledge him once they were all standing on the deck. Any words would sound forced between the trio.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Cyrus took the blade, tucking into his heavy coat with a slight nod to the first mate. He couldn’t hate the man, but held him in a new, albeit faint, light of distaste.
He had hurt the girl like a wounded dog. A thing of cowardice that snapped with a frothing maw at the barest hint of intrusion, even imagined.
Dogs like that were shot.
And a man that attacked a woman half his size was one to be held in contempt, no matter the memories that Lyra spoke of.
But there was some honor in his eyes, some regret. That was enough on a pirate ship. On one of the Navy? No, he’d be lashed and discharged.
In the end, the Silver’s code would permit him leave—as would Bailey’s, though that didn’t ward off the aftertaste of contempt.
The scrape of chair legs, Vhanya stood briskly with her hands pressed to her desk and a scowl at her face, “I keep to my word. I will see no other incidents such as this, or there will be severe retributions. You are dismissed.”
She waved a hand at Cyrus, and he obliged, opening the door to usher the three out. Once they returned to their cabins, he would attend to Lyra’s wrist.
It appears I’ve told Miss Ember wrong, the crew has come to blows.

"Understood."
Ember didn't breathe as she dipped her head to the Captain and swept out of the cabin, her wings pulled tight as ever. Vhanya was still overflowing with wrath, and if her searching eyes caught interest of the Harpy, the desire to unleash more of that wrath might find Ember as well. Not that she feared it. Only that an advantage required her to pass this event unscathed.
She was the first one out, and only when exposed to the stinging salt air of the late docks did she allow a slow exhale. It was strange to her that she found no pleasure in Jintao's condemnation, but merely desired the whole of the theatrics to end. It had been an uncivilized day.
At an agitated glance over her shoulder, she caught sight of the man, thoroughly rebuked and silenced. The sight brought with it only satisfaction of her victory, for he'd been set back where he should be, below her, and less worthy even than he believed she was. With things as they belonged, she would forget his nuisance by dawn.
Ember found no pleasure in boasting, so even as it would offer the man relief, she didn't acknowledge him once they were all standing on the deck. Any words would sound forced between the trio.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99

Like a shadow, she fell behind the Harpy. Muscles jumped in her thighs and ankles, and when she shifted weight to comply their pain, blisters raged. She only had to go as far as her cabin to find solitary. Her mind caressed that thought as she deceanded the stairwell, lower deck coming into view.
She was tired, aye, and exhaustion always did weaken one's stoicism- but she could not pin all of her emotions upon lack of sleep. She felt worn down and exposed. Jintao had taken advantage of the single gift she had given him, that being her trust.
And now she was alone on this ship.
For devils knew how long.
The dread seized her mind like a lash, and wound itself down to her heart.
She kept her throbbing wrist pinned beneath her ribcage, and moved to her quarters at a swift gait, limp nearly invisible.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Cyrus took the blade, tucking it into his heavy coat with a slight nod to the first mate. He couldn’t hate the man, but held him in a new, albeit faint, light of distaste.
He had hurt the girl like a wounded dog. A thing of cowardice that snapped with a frothing maw at the barest hint of intrusion, even imagined.
Dogs like that were shot.
And a man that attacked a woman half his size was one to be held in contempt, no matter the memories that Lyra spoke of.
But there was some honor in his eyes, some regret. That was enough on a pirate ship. On one of the Navy? No, he’d be lashed and discharged.
In the end, the Silver’s code would permit him leave—as would Bailey’s, though that didn’t ward off the aftertaste of contempt.
The scrape of chair legs, Vhanya stood briskly with her hands pressed to her desk and a scowl at her face, “I keep to my word. I will see no other incidents such as this, or there will be severe retributions. You are dismissed.”
She waved a hand at Cyrus, and he obliged, opening the door to usher the three out. Once they returned to their cabins, he would attend to Lyra’s wrist.
It appears I’ve told Miss Ember wrong, the crew has come to blows.

"Understood."
Ember didn't breathe as she dipped her head to the Captain and swept out of the cabin, her wings pulled tight as ever. Vhanya was still overflowing with wrath, and if her searching eyes caught interest of the Harpy, the desire to unleash more of that wrath might find Ember as well. Not that she feared it. Only that an advantage required her to pass this event unscathed.
She was the first one out, and only when exposed to the stinging salt air of the late docks did she allow a slow exhale. It was strange to her that she found no pleasure in Jintao's condemnation, but merely desired the whole of the theatrics to end. It had been an uncivilized day.
At an agitated glance over her shoulder, she caught sight of the man, thoroughly rebuked and silenced. The sight brought with it only satisfaction of her victory, for he'd been set back where he should be, below her, and less worthy even than he believed she was. With things as they belonged, she would forget his nuisance by dawn.
Ember found no pleasure in boasting, so even as it would offer the man relief, she didn't acknowledge him once they were all standing on the deck. Any words would sound forced between the trio.

Like a shadow, she fell behind the Harpy. Muscles jumped in her thighs and ankles, and when she shifted weight to comply their pain, blisters raged. She only had to go as far as her cabin to find solitary. Her mind caressed that thought as she deceanded the stairwell, lower deck coming into view.
She was tired, aye, and exhaustion always did weaken one's stoicism- but she could not pin all of her emotions upon lack of sleep. She felt worn down and exposed. Jintao had taken advantage of the single gift she had given him, that being her trust.
And now she was alone on this ship.
For devils knew how long.
The dread seized her mind like a lash, and wound itself down to her heart.
She kept her throbbing wrist pinned beneath her ribcage, and moved to her quarters at a swift gait, limp nearly invisible.

"Yes, Captain," Jintao gave another respectful nod and turned toward the door. Ember exited first, and Tay followed her out. He placed his hat back onto his head and made his way out the door. He paid no mind to Ember besides a hidden watch of her movements as his eyes followed Tay down below deck.
Failure and a fool. He came onto this ship with Tay, and despite the little glimmer of hope, they would most likely never speak again. Fear would divide them; her fear of his capabilities and his fear of her rejection. Jintao turned away from it all and headed for some hidden, dark, lonely place on the deck. He would have never come here if it wasn't for her. He would have stayed in his broken down apartment in Bayport serving as rat and cook on the Sand Dollar whenever it was in the port. It was a futile life, but at least he had it.
A chill breeze blew off the water. Jintao leaned against the rail with nothing but his arm as a cushion from its bite into his chest. What was any of it? Why was he even here? He certainly didn't gain anything in his attemt to rebel against the Royals. He should have stayed. The life was miserable, but so wasn't it here. Only before, it was predictable with the guarantee of safety- that is, if he did everything they said.
Here, he was doing nothing but return to his old life- the very life he had escaped when he agreed to the Royals. Jintao let out a long sigh. Old life, no. It was, but he was stronger then. He's an amputee now. Arm stolen to ensure he never returned to that life. A weakness that he'd forever lie about, but in the end, would the truth manage it's way out? He looked out across the dark waters. He sure hoped not.

 

[-Shade-]

"Yes, Captain," Jintao gave another respectful nod and turned toward the door. Ember exited first, and Tay followed her out. He placed his hat back onto his head and made his way out the door. He paid no mind to Ember besides a hidden watch of her movements as his eyes followed Tay down below deck.
Failure and a fool. He came onto this ship with Tay, and despite the little glimmer of hope, they would most likely never speak again. Fear would divide them; her fear of his capabilities and his fear of her rejection. Jintao turned away from it all and headed for some hidden, dark, lonely place on the deck. He would have never come here if it wasn't for her. He would have stayed in his broken down apartment in Bayport serving as rat and cook on the Sand Dollar whenever it was in the port. It was a futile life, but at least he had it.
A chill breeze blew off the water. Jintao leaned against the rail with nothing but his arm as a cushion from its bite into his chest. What was any of it? Why was he even here? He certainly didn't gain anything in his attemt to rebel against the Royals. He should have stayed. The life was miserable, but so wasn't it here. Only before, it was predictable with the guarantee of safety- that is, if he did everything they said.
Here, he was doing nothing but return to his old life- the very life he had escaped when he agreed to the Royals. Jintao let out a long sigh. Old life, no. It was, but he was stronger then. He's an amputee now. Arm stolen to ensure he never returned to that life. A weakness that he'd forever lie about, but in the end, would the truth manage it's way out? He looked out across the dark waters. He sure hoped not.

Like a shadow, she fell behind the Harpy. Muscles jumped in her thighs and ankles, and when she shifted weight to comply their pain, blisters raged. She only had to go as far as her cabin to find solitary. Her mind caressed that thought as she deceanded the stairwell, lower deck coming into view.
She was tired, aye, and exhaustion always did weaken one's stoicism- but she could not pin all of her emotions upon lack of sleep. She felt worn down and exposed. Jintao had taken advantage of the single gift she had given him, that being her trust.
And now she was alone on this ship.
For devils knew how long.
The dread seized her mind like a lash, and wound itself down to her heart.
She kept her throbbing wrist pinned beneath her ribcage, and moved to her quarters at a swift gait, limp nearly invisible.

Her wings had sunk gradually as they approached the aft of the lower deck, but the looseness brought with it the previous ache, which had sprung into her muscles from the coaxing tension of the recent events.
Lyra followed her, smothered in a presence of fear and agitation, which only pricked at Ember's irritation- if only there was a way to turn off the pesky auras. These were the moments she cursed the sensitive Harpy senses of her heritage.
She found the door to the cabin left ajar by her rush, and Ember stepped aside as she pressed it open, turning back to Lyra.
"Get yourself sorted out if you must- but don't be up late. Blow out the lantern when you're done."
Her words lacked their usual edge, but held an unfaltering firmness. She allowed the human to enter first.

@_-Captain BRM-_

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Her wings had sunk gradually as they approached the aft of the lower deck, but the looseness brought with it the previous ache, which had sprung into her muscles from the coaxing tension of the recent events.
Lyra followed her, smothered in a presence of fear and agitation, which only pricked at Ember's irritation- if only there was a way to turn off the pesky auras. These were the moments she cursed the sensitive Harpy senses of her heritage.
She found the door to the cabin left ajar by her rush, and Ember stepped aside as she pressed it open, turning back to Lyra.
"Get yourself sorted out if you must- but don't be up late. Blow out the lantern when you're done."
Her words lacked their usual edge, but held an unfaltering firmness. She allowed the human to enter first.

@_-Captain BRM-_

Are they in the same cabin?

 

[-Shade-]

Are they in the same cabin?

Yeah, Vhanya assigned them to share one

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Her wings had sunk gradually as they approached the aft of the lower deck, but the looseness brought with it the previous ache, which had sprung into her muscles from the coaxing tension of the recent events.
Lyra followed her, smothered in a presence of fear and agitation, which only pricked at Ember's irritation- if only there was a way to turn off the pesky auras. These were the moments she cursed the sensitive Harpy senses of her heritage.
She found the door to the cabin left ajar by her rush, and Ember stepped aside as she pressed it open, turning back to Lyra.
"Get yourself sorted out if you must- but don't be up late. Blow out the lantern when you're done."
Her words lacked their usual edge, but held an unfaltering firmness. She allowed the human to enter first.

@_-Captain BRM-_

"It's fine," she said, hesitating at the doorway. "I will tend to matters in the morning. I do not mean to disrupt you."