-The Mythics RP-

[Isabella7Storm5]

(Oh man, I'm rusty.
And I'm going to apologize in advance if I'm not able to be very consistent with this, I'm working on a big writing WIP and that has taken up most if not all of my creative juices. I'll try my best to keep up with Mythics, though, this is just a forewarning.)

Don’t apologize
I’ve been “working” on one too and by “working” I mean not actually working on it so you have an actual valid excuse

 

[RDchicken99]

I barely proof-read this

Spoiler: More Backstory

The glass radiated a seeping chill, spilling the winter behind it with the silver light. The snowflakes fell slow, kicked back into the air by the occasional gust of wind, dusty powder that danced on the air. They bounced over the stiff skeletons of the trellis rose vines, too dry, too small to cling to the branches, before descending to the ground. Scarcely they perched on the worn boards of the fence.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Ember's wings twitched slightly, and she tore her eyes away from the window pane, snapped from the descending thoughts.

"You can't even see it."
Her words were quiet, almost discouraged.

Heron gripped the fabric cover of the window seat, fragile claws feeling over the edge before he pulled himself up with surprising grace. Ember shifted awkwardly toward the sill, pulling her legs closer.
The Professor's study was the most furnished room in the house, and even beneath its black resin wood and deep red cushions, age and wear coated it like a layer of thick dust. Perhaps, long ago, in the place where the elder man came from, it would all have been new and brilliant, glowing of his success and wealth.

"Maybe not."
Heron's wings brushed hers, though she kept her own folded as close as possible.
"But when I feel it, it feels beautiful. Soft but sharp and light. Like down feathers made out of ice. And it smells... pure."
He settled beside her, the glare of the snow lighting like a mirror in his sightless eyes.

"It must be amazing to fly in it."

You can't fly either.
Her expression hardened, glaring out into the white curtains spirling into the sleeping garden, but she held the thought to herself.
Heron went on.

"One day we'll do it all- fly in the snow, or over the ocean. Go see Birds' Point, and we'll finally get to be a part of our people again. Maybe even find our families."

Ember suppressed a flinch.

"When we start our own lives out there, we'll get to see everything the Professor has taught us about, and learn all there is to know firsthand."
Excitement glowed in his eyes, and she felt his wings tremble, blue-grey feathers ruffling hers.
"Won't it be wonderful, Ember?"

The Harpy slowly wrapped her arms around her legs, wings pulling in tighter still. The silence stretched, dissolving into the endless spiral of stardust across the ground.
"Heron... I don't know if it will be right for me."
She pulled her legs in tighter.
"I'm not like you. I'm not a Harpy. I'm not a Phoenix either."

Crow-black and crimson strands of hair tumbled across her arms as Ember buried her head into them, pressing her eyes shut. She tensed against the tremble in her muscles, fighting back the tightness in her throat.

"What if I can't find where I belong?"

Heron shifted, gentle hands running across her shoulders before he found the position to wrap his wings in, pulling her closer. She let out a strained breath, her tension weakening with it.
They stayed that way for a long moment, the sound of his heartbeat steady against the shuddering of her breath.

"I believe in you."

His fingers brushed across her forehead, pulling back the curtain of hair. Ember lifted her head slightly, eyes blinking open in surprise. Heron rested a hand beneath her jawbone, shifting again, this time to come in front of her, finding her other cheek as well. With a gentle pull, he lifted her head from her arms.

"You have so much more courage than you know."

She straightened slightly, letting her legs rest against the window seat again, burningly aware of the touch of his skin. She dared her heart to stop pounding.

"And with your power, you can do anything."

He wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her in suddenly, and her breath came sharply, eyes widening. Time slowed, the snow beyond the arch of his wings playing through the window, and she stared out at it, fearing for the fragility of the moment. Her muscles burned from the awkward angle of the embrace, and she fought to remain still.

"And if you ever have trouble, you can always count on me to help you. I'll always be with you."

"I promise."

Tears slipped from the corners of her crimson eyes, streaming with a steaming hiss, hot from the fire within. Her chest burned. She pressed her eyes shut again, burying her head into his shoulder.

The dancing of the snow filled the motionless silence, constant, eternal into the empty sky.

"Wow, this was great! I hope nothing bad happens to them!"

 

[-Shade-]

"Wow, this was great! I hope nothing bad happens to them!"

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

The hammock rocked side to side like a momma rocking her baby asleep. Bussel from awakened crew mates disturbed the baby with their loud voices and stomping feet, something that Gecko wasn't used to. He opened his eyes to the ceiling above and watched a spider crawl across it. He smiled, tucking his wings tighter into the soft fabric of his momma's arms. He let his legs dangle on each side of the hammock, watching the eight-legged creature stop at a ridge.
Loud footsteps thundered above, knocking the spider from its grip. It landed on Gecko, somewhere that he didn't know.
"Ah!" His wings sprawled out. He shoved himself to the side, but the fabric held him in place. "Get it off! Get it off!"
Gecko flapped his wings, throwing himself to the floor and taking the hammock down with him. He jumped up, fighting against the hammock, and landed on the hammock next to his.
"Get off you oof!" the man underneath pushed Gecko away, falling off his own hammock.
"Hey!" Gecko stretched out his wings, still blinded by his hammock. His left wing hit the man in the mouth, knocking him backwards.
The man swore. He crawled to his knees, holding his bleeding lip, "If you don't get ahold of yourself, I'm going to skin you!"
Gecko pulled the hammock off and shook. He stopped and looked at the man. "Eh, what are you doing on the floor?"
The man glared at him.
"Oh, did-uh, some-body punch you?"
"That's it!" the man slammed his fist on the floor. "I'm going to kill you!"
Gecko jumped back with his wings out and knocked someone else off their hammock.
"Seriously?" the other person said. "Get out of here!"
"Eh..." Gecko folded his wings in. The first man crawled to his feet, his face red. "But, uh..." Gecko tapped to his chest. "Theah was eh spidah."
"Rrrr!" the man growled, storming to Gecko, his knuckles white.
"Elp! Nevah-mind!" Gecko spun around, hitting the second man and another hammock with his sprawled wings. He jumped to the air and the ceiling knocked him to the floor. The first man kept coming and the other two joined him.
"I'ma going, I'ma going!" Gecko crawled on his hands and knees out the door and the men thundered after him.
"You better be going!" they shouted.
Gecko tucked his wings in and crawled up the stairs onto the deck. There he stopped and stood, glancing over his shoulder. The men stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one shaking their fist at him and the others swearing. After filling him with their insults, they turned back to their cabin.
"Phew," Gecko wiped an arm across his forehead, relaxing. The men were gone and there was nothing else to worry about. Then something tickled his neck. Gecko's eyes grew wide. The spider had returned.
"Ah!" Gecko ripped it off and threw it to the deck. He stomped on it repeatedly, finishing it off with a good foot shoving and twisting.
"Elll..." Gecko lifted his bare foot up. His shoulders dropped. His shoes, the only pair he had, still remained below deck where the angry men still were. "Ah, shoot."

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(Oh man, I'm rusty.
And I'm going to apologize in advance if I'm not able to be very consistent with this, I'm working on a big writing WIP and that has taken up most if not all of my creative juices. I'll try my best to keep up with Mythics, though, this is just a forewarning.)

(Where are these two going in the first place???? I can't remember )

Cyrus took in her question, held it tightly in consideration. What would Vhanya think of it? Affection and frustration mingled freely at the thought of her, clouding the waters concerning her judgement.
A moment's pause, he turned to the young Harpy, "no, I don't think she would. Though- the question is, and the one I know for certain the answer to; is would she do it herself?"
He continued forwards, ducking under a ratline, "and to that goes a 'yes'."
He could hear the halts in Ember's tone, and as much as she hid behind a furrowed brow, the little twitches of her mouth and wingtips were as clear as an ocean sky at morn. "But don't let that discourage you, lass, you've only had your feet on this ship for what, two day's time? You're learning quick enough for the lot of you new'uns, I'd say."

@-Shade-
Hoo boy howdy I can hardly remember this scene

(@-Shade-? )

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

The hammock rocked side to side like a momma rocking her baby asleep. Bussel from awakened crew mates disturbed the baby with their loud voices and stomping feet, something that Gecko wasn't used to. He opened his eyes to the ceiling above and watched a spider crawl across it. He smiled, tucking his wings tighter into the soft fabric of his momma's arms. He let his legs dangle on each side of the hammock, watching the eight-legged creature stop at a ridge.
Loud footsteps thundered above, knocking the spider from its grip. It landed on Gecko, somewhere that he didn't know.
"Ah!" His wings sprawled out. He shoved himself to the side, but the fabric held him in place. "Get it off! Get it off!"
Gecko flapped his wings, throwing himself to the floor and taking the hammock down with him. He jumped up, fighting against the hammock, and landed on the hammock next to his.
"Get off you oof!" the man underneath pushed Gecko away, falling off his own hammock.
"Hey!" Gecko stretched out his wings, still blinded by his hammock. His left wing hit the man in the mouth, knocking him backwards.
The man swore. He crawled to his knees, holding his bleeding lip, "If you don't get ahold of yourself, I'm going to skin you!"
Gecko pulled the hammock off and shook. He stopped and looked at the man. "Eh, what are you doing on the floor?"
The man glared at him.
"Oh, did-uh, some-body punch you?"
"That's it!" the man slammed his fist on the floor. "I'm going to kill you!"
Gecko jumped back with his wings out and knocked someone else off their hammock.
"Seriously?" the other person said. "Get out of here!"
"Eh..." Gecko folded his wings in. The first man crawled to his feet, his face red. "But, uh..." Gecko tapped to his chest. "Theah was eh spidah."
"Rrrr!" the man growled, storming to Gecko, his knuckles white.
"Elp! Nevah-mind!" Gecko spun around, hitting the second man and another hammock with his sprawled wings. He jumped to the air and the ceiling knocked him to the floor. The first man kept coming and the other two joined him.
"I'ma going, I'ma going!" Gecko crawled on his hands and knees out the door and the men thundered after him.
"You better be going!" they shouted.
Gecko tucked his wings in and crawled up the stairs onto the deck. There he stopped and stood, glancing over his shoulder. The men stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one shaking their fist at him and the others swearing. After filling him with their insults, they turned back to their cabin.
"Phew," Gecko wiped an arm across his forehead, relaxing. The men were gone and there was nothing else to worry about. Then something tickled his neck. Gecko's eyes grew wide. The spider had returned.
"Ah!" Gecko ripped it off and threw it to the deck. He stomped on it repeatedly, finishing it off with a good foot shoving and twisting.
"Elll..." Gecko lifted his bare foot up. His shoulders dropped. His shoes, the only pair he had, still remained below deck where the angry men still were. "Ah, shoot."

(I could…stick one of my characters in here? Maybe? Galen hasn’t gotten a bit in a while)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(I could…stick one of my characters in here? Maybe? Galen hasn’t gotten a bit in a while)

(Go for it!)

 

[Amer]

The hammock rocked side to side like a momma rocking her baby asleep. Bussel from awakened crew mates disturbed the baby with their loud voices and stomping feet, something that Gecko wasn't used to. He opened his eyes to the ceiling above and watched a spider crawl across it. He smiled, tucking his wings tighter into the soft fabric of his momma's arms. He let his legs dangle on each side of the hammock, watching the eight-legged creature stop at a ridge.
Loud footsteps thundered above, knocking the spider from its grip. It landed on Gecko, somewhere that he didn't know.
"Ah!" His wings sprawled out. He shoved himself to the side, but the fabric held him in place. "Get it off! Get it off!"
Gecko flapped his wings, throwing himself to the floor and taking the hammock down with him. He jumped up, fighting against the hammock, and landed on the hammock next to his.
"Get off you oof!" the man underneath pushed Gecko away, falling off his own hammock.
"Hey!" Gecko stretched out his wings, still blinded by his hammock. His left wing hit the man in the mouth, knocking him backwards.
The man swore. He crawled to his knees, holding his bleeding lip, "If you don't get ahold of yourself, I'm going to skin you!"
Gecko pulled the hammock off and shook. He stopped and looked at the man. "Eh, what are you doing on the floor?"
The man glared at him.
"Oh, did-uh, some-body punch you?"
"That's it!" the man slammed his fist on the floor. "I'm going to kill you!"
Gecko jumped back with his wings out and knocked someone else off their hammock.
"Seriously?" the other person said. "Get out of here!"
"Eh..." Gecko folded his wings in. The first man crawled to his feet, his face red. "But, uh..." Gecko tapped to his chest. "Theah was eh spidah."
"Rrrr!" the man growled, storming to Gecko, his knuckles white.
"Elp! Nevah-mind!" Gecko spun around, hitting the second man and another hammock with his sprawled wings. He jumped to the air and the ceiling knocked him to the floor. The first man kept coming and the other two joined him.
"I'ma going, I'ma going!" Gecko crawled on his hands and knees out the door and the men thundered after him.
"You better be going!" they shouted.
Gecko tucked his wings in and crawled up the stairs onto the deck. There he stopped and stood, glancing over his shoulder. The men stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one shaking their fist at him and the others swearing. After filling him with their insults, they turned back to their cabin.
"Phew," Gecko wiped an arm across his forehead, relaxing. The men were gone and there was nothing else to worry about. Then something tickled his neck. Gecko's eyes grew wide. The spider had returned.
"Ah!" Gecko ripped it off and threw it to the deck. He stomped on it repeatedly, finishing it off with a good foot shoving and twisting.
"Elll..." Gecko lifted his bare foot up. His shoulders dropped. His shoes, the only pair he had, still remained below deck where the angry men still were. "Ah, shoot."

Coal was shocked out of his stupor when he heard a loud thud two hammocks over. Gecko had fallen! And the response of the men he had offended only made the situation more hilarious. Coal clutched his scrawny belly and shrieked with laughter, guffawing so loudly he awoke anyone who'd managed to sleep through the furious threats. Coal laughed so hard he tumbled out of his own hammock, and he landed seat on the floor. This only made everything funnier, and he began to laugh even harder. Unfortunately, Coal was already feeling a bit nauseous to begin with, and his guffaws only exacerbated the situation. Between giggles, he was trying to swallow the saliva that was building in his mouth.
Also, a lot of men were eyeing him for disturbing the peace.
He decided to follow Gecko out before rushing to the railing and getting sick over the edge.

 

[Amer]

(once I was wearing too small high waisted jeans at a chapel comedy show at bible camp and I laughed so hard I got kinda sick to my stomach. But I didn't throw up. Just had to unbutton the pants.)

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

The hammock rocked side to side like a momma rocking her baby asleep. Bussel from awakened crew mates disturbed the baby with their loud voices and stomping feet, something that Gecko wasn't used to. He opened his eyes to the ceiling above and watched a spider crawl across it. He smiled, tucking his wings tighter into the soft fabric of his momma's arms. He let his legs dangle on each side of the hammock, watching the eight-legged creature stop at a ridge.
Loud footsteps thundered above, knocking the spider from its grip. It landed on Gecko, somewhere that he didn't know.
"Ah!" His wings sprawled out. He shoved himself to the side, but the fabric held him in place. "Get it off! Get it off!"
Gecko flapped his wings, throwing himself to the floor and taking the hammock down with him. He jumped up, fighting against the hammock, and landed on the hammock next to his.
"Get off you oof!" the man underneath pushed Gecko away, falling off his own hammock.
"Hey!" Gecko stretched out his wings, still blinded by his hammock. His left wing hit the man in the mouth, knocking him backwards.
The man swore. He crawled to his knees, holding his bleeding lip, "If you don't get ahold of yourself, I'm going to skin you!"
Gecko pulled the hammock off and shook. He stopped and looked at the man. "Eh, what are you doing on the floor?"
The man glared at him.
"Oh, did-uh, some-body punch you?"
"That's it!" the man slammed his fist on the floor. "I'm going to kill you!"
Gecko jumped back with his wings out and knocked someone else off their hammock.
"Seriously?" the other person said. "Get out of here!"
"Eh..." Gecko folded his wings in. The first man crawled to his feet, his face red. "But, uh..." Gecko tapped to his chest. "Theah was eh spidah."
"Rrrr!" the man growled, storming to Gecko, his knuckles white.
"Elp! Nevah-mind!" Gecko spun around, hitting the second man and another hammock with his sprawled wings. He jumped to the air and the ceiling knocked him to the floor. The first man kept coming and the other two joined him.
"I'ma going, I'ma going!" Gecko crawled on his hands and knees out the door and the men thundered after him.
"You better be going!" they shouted.
Gecko tucked his wings in and crawled up the stairs onto the deck. There he stopped and stood, glancing over his shoulder. The men stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one shaking their fist at him and the others swearing. After filling him with their insults, they turned back to their cabin.
"Phew," Gecko wiped an arm across his forehead, relaxing. The men were gone and there was nothing else to worry about. Then something tickled his neck. Gecko's eyes grew wide. The spider had returned.
"Ah!" Gecko ripped it off and threw it to the deck. He stomped on it repeatedly, finishing it off with a good foot shoving and twisting.
"Elll..." Gecko lifted his bare foot up. His shoulders dropped. His shoes, the only pair he had, still remained below deck where the angry men still were. "Ah, shoot."

(Its been like 80 years and my brain is FULLY geared towards writing some Casothien interrogation scenes rn so this could be rooouuuggghhh)

Galen stood on the deck of the ship trying to stay out of the way.
He muttered a few warning words to Quasar before releasing him into the air. The bird needed to eat and he could hunt for himself.

Rushed movement caught the corner of his eye as, without warning, the male harpy from the first night on the ship rushed from below. He appeared to be rather flustered.
‘Strange’ didn’t even begin to cover the mannerisms of this interesting individual.
Galen sighed and began his approach. what was the worst that could happen?
“Everything alright?” He questioned.

(That’s a wrap folks, back to the interrogationssss)