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Jintao leaned over a barrel, eying the label that read "Ale." It wasn't the first barrel to bear that word, and it sure wouldn't be the last. His tongue watered, and he stepped back. Block it out, he told himself. He wasn't to fall into that trap again.
Voices echoed from the crew's sleeping quarters, followed by hideous laughter. A Harpy rushed out with three angry men storming after it. They disappeared past the countless crates and barrels in a silent Lan- Jintao closed his eyes. Not here, he told himself, but his mind drifted away anyway.

"How. Many," Captain Nahash had stood facing the dark windows. "Times..." he had run his finger along his blade's edge. "Must I tell you, Jintao, to never. Ever. Use that on board this ship."
Jintao had clinched his jaw, pressing his lips into a line, and held his shoulders tight. A tighter bite would only crack his teeth, he warned himself. He focused on the Captain, wishing the pain would disappear with his next drink.
"Have you heard me?" Nahash spun around, stabbing the blade into his worn desk.
Jintao cleared his throat. "It was a bet, Captain."
"A bet, eh?" Nahash ran a finger along the knife's handle. He brought his hands together in an almost delicate fashion. His lips curled. "And so I hear."
He tucked his arms behind his back and approached Jintao. Jintao puffed his chest, sucking the sharp air in. He stood taller than the Captain, but Nahash's cold stare was enough to bring any man down.
Nahash's chin lay on his shoulder, laughter tickling his nostrils. "So I hear." He returned his gaze to Jintao's eyes, his smile bearing venom. "Oh, did I ever hear."
He patted Jintao's shoulders. "I should punish you," Nahash's eyes sparkled. "It'd be a fine moment to test your limits, but I won't. Not now, that is." His gaze fell to a lower point. "I think you've lost more than just that bet, now haven't you, Jintao?"
Jintao stopped his feet from stepping back. Doing so would only bring the Captain to the target of his wounds. "So I suppose the First Mate-Quartermaster- told you it was he who challenged me to the bet, correct?"
Nahash moved closer, his hand sliding down Jintao's chest. Jintao held his breath, bracing for the pain that was soon to come. Nahash's hand stopped at the bandage.
"Teferi," Nahash locked eyes with Jintao, "will always be wiser than you, fool. And so whom should I believe over the other, huh? You know my answer." Nahash backed away. He looked Jintao up and down and sneered. "You are dismissed."
Jintao had given a nod and turned for the door. His side had stung and his horrible bandaging job had felt wet with blood.
"Should have let the Crusher hit your windpipe," Nahash had said under his breath. "Would have solved two problems."

Jintao winced at the memory. No, he couldn't ever use it again. Even thinking of it was too much. He shook his head, chasing the weapon far away. Footsteps brought him back to his task. The three men were returning and the Harpy was gone. A lump grew in his throat.
"Is he dead?" he called to the men.
"I wish," one of them replied, entering their cabin.
"The idiot is above deck if you want to deal with him," another said, following the first.
"What did he say?" Jintao asked, knowing the answer.
The last stopped and laid his hand on the doorframe. "What did he say?" he raised an eyebrow. "Nothing! All he wanted to do was knock us all out of bed! I weren't no ready to get up, especially not that way!"
Jintao nodded and the man disappeared into the cabin. He leaned against the barrels he was taking note of. It wasn't the weapon after all. Just some simple foolishness. He took a deep breath and let it out.
Perhaps it was different here, Jintao wondered, and perhaps it was for the better. Another Harpy rushed out of the cabin, appearing sick, and Jintao turned back to his counting. Different or not, he was not to relax, even for a minute. He'd learn this ship's ways, even if he was planning on leaving it as soon as he got the chance.
 
Amer said:
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.
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Isabella7Storm5 said:
(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🤘)
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Gecko jumped back, his wings out again. "Uh..." he glanced at the stairs. "Nothing?" He stared at Galen sideways. "Eh, I meant, no? Yes?" His wings drooped. "I don't know?"
Coal ran past and leaned over the railing.
"Eh..." Gecko scratched his head. "I lost my shoes..." he pointed to the lower deck. "They-uh down theah, but... they might-uh... kill ya?"
Gecko tucked his wings in. "They-uh undah my... bed? You wanna get them? Please?"
 
RDchicken99 said:
(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 🥲
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(That's why I just reread the whole thing before I started again. It's not too long for a RP scene yet, tbh.)

I ought to learn quicker.
Her own thoughts earned a sharp huff, tainted with a frustrated growl.
Ember wasn't sure where to guide the conversation from here. Her own thoughts kept questioning themselves into one corner after another, and the questions that remained weren't the sort she wished to expose to the elder man.
So she was reduced to silence this time, lost in a burning stare out at the gentle shifting waves of the bay.
Lacy Duckwing said:
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."
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Amer said:
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.
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Nautilus inhaled loudly, slow, and deep as she stretched, her thoughts dragging groggily to a start.
Comotion sounded from beyond the canvas bulkheads, not unlike that of a group of drunken sailors stumbling about a fight in a tavern.
The tight boards of the ship held back most of the early dawn light, allowing only a few muted slivers to breech into the deck below.
The siren sat awkwardly upright in the swinging hammock, clothes twisted about unevenly, and she spotted her sea-green scarf escaped to the floor beneath her. A few other women were about in the hammock space, some sitting like her in their temporary beds, others knelt on the ground, fastening boots or hair or coats.
She cocked her head at the sound of laughter, curious of the other women's irritated or disgusted looks thrown toward the canvas wall.
If I'm not mistaken, that may be the Phoenix from yesterday. Poor thing is going to get himself killed before we're a week from shore.
It was unfortunate that such a thought reminded her so strongly of her traveling companions.
"Mmm..."
Where's Jintao? I ought to find him. And his 'friend.' Hope they're still alive.
She frowned.
By the tides, they'd better be. I made him a deal.
She leaned away from the hammock, eyes slitting tensely at the odd movements of the thing, and she adjusted slower. There was a moment of awkward shifting like that, attempting to be free of the bed without spilling herself brutally onto the deck boards. It flipped backward, spinning once as her bare feet met the frigid deck.
She stretched again, crossing her arms above her head, and her deep inhale quickly gave way to a fang-toothed yawn.
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao leaned over a barrel, eying the label that read "Ale." It wasn't the first barrel to bear that word, and it sure wouldn't be the last. His tongue watered, and he stepped back. Block it out, he told himself. He wasn't to fall into that trap again.
Voices echoed from the crew's sleeping quarters, followed by hideous laughter. A Harpy rushed out with three angry men storming after it. They disappeared past the countless crates and barrels in a silent Lan- Jintao closed his eyes. Not here, he told himself, but his mind drifted away anyway.

Jintao winced at the memory. No, he couldn't ever use it again. Even thinking of it was too much. He shook his head, chasing the weapon far away. Footsteps brought him back to his task. The three men were returning and the Harpy was gone. A lump grew in his throat.
"Is he dead?" he called to the men.
"I wish," one of them replied, entering their cabin.
"The idiot is above deck if you want to deal with him," another said, following the first.
"What did he say?" Jintao asked, knowing the answer.
The last stopped and laid his hand on the doorframe. "What did he say?" he raised an eyebrow. "Nothing! All he wanted to do was knock us all out of bed! I weren't no ready to get up, especially not that way!"
Jintao nodded and the man disappeared into the cabin. He leaned against the barrels he was taking note of. It wasn't the weapon after all. Just some simple foolishness. He took a deep breath and let it out.
Perhaps it was different here, Jintao wondered, and perhaps it was for the better. Another Harpy rushed out of the cabin, appearing sick, and Jintao turned back to his counting. Different or not, he was not to relax, even for a minute. He'd learn this ship's ways, even if he was planning on leaving it as soon as he got the chance.
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"Good morning, Jintao."
Nautilus swung herself up onto one of the arranged barrels, settling, legs crossed, on its wide brim, watching the first mate with scorching golden eye beneath the scarf.
"Did you sleep well? Also, where is Jo- Lyra?"

@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99
 
-Shade- said:
(That's why I just reread the whole thing before I started again. It's not too long for a RP scene yet, tbh.)

I ought to learn quicker.
Her own thoughts earned a sharp huff, tainted with a frustrated growl.
Ember wasn't sure where to guide the conversation from here. Her own thoughts kept questioning themselves into one corner after another, and the questions that remained weren't the sort she wished to expose to the elder man.
So she was reduced to silence this time, lost in a burning stare out at the gentle shifting waves of the bay.


Nautilus inhaled loudly, slow, and deep as she stretched, her thoughts dragging groggily to a start.
Comotion sounded from beyond the canvas bulkheads, not unlike that of a group of drunken sailors stumbling about a fight in a tavern.
The tight boards of the ship held back most of the early dawn light, allowing only a few muted slivers to breech into the deck below.
The siren sat awkwardly upright in the swinging hammock, clothes twisted about unevenly, and she spotted her sea-green scarf escaped to the floor beneath her. A few other women were about in the hammock space, some sitting like her in their temporary beds, others knelt on the ground, fastening boots or hair or coats.
She cocked her head at the sound of laughter, curious of the other women's irritated or disgusted looks thrown toward the canvas wall.
If I'm not mistaken, that may be the Phoenix from yesterday. Poor thing is going to get himself killed before we're a week from shore.
It was unfortunate that such a thought reminded her so strongly of her traveling companions.
"Mmm..."
Where's Jintao? I ought to find him. And his 'friend.' Hope they're still alive.
She frowned.
By the tides, they'd better be. I made him a deal.
She leaned away from the hammock, eyes slitting tensely at the odd movements of the thing, and she adjusted slower. There was a moment of awkward shifting like that, attempting to be free of the bed without spilling herself brutally onto the deck boards. It flipped backward, spinning once as her bare feet met the frigid deck.
She stretched again, crossing her arms above her head, and her deep inhale quickly gave way to a fang-toothed yawn.

"Good morning, Jintao."
Nautilus swung herself up onto one of the arranged barrels, settling, legs crossed, on its wide brim, watching the first mate with scorching golden eye beneath the scarf.
"Did you sleep well? Also, where is Jo- Lyra?"

@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99
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(Rrrgh, this was awful, my brain just did NOT want to write Ember well today)
 

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