-The Mythics RP-

[Amer]

Coal wiped his mouth with his hand and dusted his hand off on his leather pants. He doubted anyone would be generous enough to offer him a handkerchief. He was beginning to feel a lot better. A few latent giggles erupted in his chest. He shoved them back down and walked closer to the middle of the deck. Not far away, the siren lady was striding around, gorgeous as ever. He stared at her, agape.

 

[RDchicken99]

Legs crossed at their cannons, hands clasped atop his thighs, Fitz leaned back into the chair. He took a quick glance around the little cabin: a small square window poured in swathes of morning light onto the floorboards and the desk beside him.
“Now—Pinchbeck, was it?” asked the captain. Captain Achille. A sturdy sort of fellow. The sort with shoulders that signaled he could hoist rigging with the best of them.
The face matched it. He couldn’t have been five-and-thirty, and yet the barrel-brown eyes and barrel-brown curls and barrel-browned skin from ocean salt and sun all looked far beyond his years.
“Yes, you know of my father?” Replied Fitz, leisurely turning to face the captain.
“‘I’ve heard the name,” Achille’s eyes flicked briefly to Fitz’s hooves. “And you’re here with the shipment?” He folded his hands on top of the desk. His calluses nearly elicited a wince.
“Yes, yes I am. Say— I’ll need men to move it, many of them. You’ll call them up, right?”
Achille nodded, and was quick to stand, palming his tricorn and setting his strong gait to the door.
Not seeing another option, Fitz hopped to and started after the man. “Now, may I ask, you are prioritizing our efficiency and safety,” he dodged past a crewmate, “I’ve heard mentions of pirate waters?”
“These men’ve wives and children at home, why should I not?” Came the captain’s response, “and aye, we take the long route to Undermine— not too far from the Cove. But it’s a good crew with us, I trust ‘em.”
Fitz straightened, watching Achille as he whistled sharply. Several men whose arms weren’t coiled with ropes were at his side in double-quick time. Orders were issued, and the whole lot started off down the gangplank.
Fingers were pointed sharply to the carriage, Fitz beside them, hooves clicking along down the cobbles. He checked his pocketwatch, only a quarter past six. They’d made good time.
He hoped it was the same of their voyage.

 

[-Shade-]

Coal wiped his mouth with his hand and dusted his hand off on his leather pants. He doubted anyone would be generous enough to offer him a handkerchief. He was beginning to feel a lot better. A few latent giggles erupted in his chest. He shoved them back down and walked closer to the middle of the deck. Not far away, the siren lady was striding around, gorgeous as ever. He stared at her, agape.

Every touch of the docks writhed through her senses, a comforting blanket of familiarity. Confidence. The taste of home.
Nautilus pulled herself onto the thick railing of the ship, swinging her legs around to dangle over the lapping waves. The siren flipped back the sea-colored scarf, letting it drape across her back, inhaling long and deep at the stinging salt mist. Grey-blue frills peaked like mountain crests through the cascade of curling dark hair.
The webbed ridge along her spine rose slightly, lifting with the hum of her sixth sense.
The siren tossed a sharp look over her slender shoulder, pinning the source of the tracking gaze. The Pheonix from the evening before. She forced a smile.

(Trying to write this while on a group call- INCREDIBLY HARD)
@Amer

 

[Amer]

Every touch of the docks writhed through her senses, a comforting blanket of familiarity. Confidence. The taste of home.
Nautilus pulled herself onto the thick railing of the ship, swinging her legs around to dangle over the lapping waves. The siren flipped back the sea-colored scarf, letting it drape across her back, inhaling long and deep at the stinging salt mist. Grey-blue frills peaked like mountain crests through the cascade of curling dark hair.
The webbed ridge along her spine rose slightly, lifting with the hum of her sixth sense.
The siren tossed a sharp look over her slender shoulder, pinning the source of the tracking gaze. The Pheonix from the evening before. She forced a smile.

(Trying to write this while on a group call- INCREDIBLY HARD)
@Amer

(Oof)
Coal smiled back, revealing a mouth of very pointy white teeth. She was intimidating, but he could manage an easy grin with anyone. In fact, when someone else smiled first, grinning was almost reflexive for him.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

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?"

(@Isabella7Storm5)

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

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?"

(many apologies, today was my first day back in my normal routine after about a week)

Galen was slightly amused.
"Ah, I see." He glanced towards the stairs "I'll give it a go," He grinned, "and if I do end up dying, do me a favor and keep an eye on my bird?"
This was meant in jest but in all reality, it had been quite a while since he had been in contact with as many humans as were down there.
Galen folded his wings tightly and desended into the dim stuffiness of the lower decks.
Men bustled around on various activities as tiny streaks of dim light entered through the wooden planks above.
His keen eyes scanned the floor beneath hammocks as he tried to stay out of the way.
He noted a couple distastlful glances as his wings occationally brushed and bumped aganst people, but they let him be as he kept his head down and muttered his apologies.
The shoes were located and Galen quicky scooped them up from the floor. He spun around to leave and nearly colided with the front a rugged man.
In a flash, the surprise on the mans face gave way to anger.
"Pardon me," Galen haistily sidestepped and kept walking, his heart beat loudly in his temples. He could fight but not against everyone here. He'd never felt to exposed.
the offendee grumbling about 'distainful mythics' met Galen's ears as he disapered across the room. He hurried the stairs into the open air where he held out the shoes to Gecko.
"You're right," He grimaced, "they're a rough group."

(Minimal proofreading went into this)

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

(I REFUSE TO FALL BEHIND )

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

(I REFUSE TO FALL BEHIND )

(What if we all got suuuuper inspired at your time midnight and just spammed a novels worth of RPing??)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(many apologies, today was my first day back in my normal routine after about a week)

Galen was slightly amused.
"Ah, I see." He glanced towards the stairs "I'll give it a go," He grinned, "and if I do end up dying, do me a favor and keep an eye on my bird?"
This was meant in jest but in all reality, it had been quite a while since he had been in contact with as many humans as were down there.
Galen folded his wings tightly and desended into the dim stuffiness of the lower decks.
Men bustled around on various activities as tiny streaks of dim light entered through the wooden planks above.
His keen eyes scanned the floor beneath hammocks as he tried to stay out of the way.
He noted a couple distastlful glances as his wings occationally brushed and bumped aganst people, but they let him be as he kept his head down and muttered his apologies.
The shoes were located and Galen quicky scooped them up from the floor. He spun around to leave and nearly colided with the front a rugged man.
In a flash, the surprise on the mans face gave way to anger.
"Pardon me," Galen haistily sidestepped and kept walking, his heart beat loudly in his temples. He could fight but not against everyone here. He'd never felt to exposed.
the offendee grumbling about 'distainful mythics' met Galen's ears as he disapered across the room. He hurried the stairs into the open air where he held out the shoes to Gecko.
"You're right," He grimaced, "they're a rough group."

(Minimal proofreading went into this)

Bird? Gecko watched Galen go. He went to the top of the stairwell, doubtful that Galen would return. The men below were strange, having come at him for no obvious reason, so what said they wouldn't do more to an intruder?
The moments took their time, and Gecko rubbed his hands over each other, his wings drooping by his sides. He listened, expecting the screach of the poor Harpy getting overpowered and eaten. Then, a form appeared below, moving quickly. Gecko backed as Galen clamored up.
"Ye-ah alive!" He threw his arms around Galen, lifting him off the ground and spinning. He dropped him and grabbed the shoes. "They-uh in one piece!" He hugged his shoes to his face and kissed them. "I thought they'd eaten you!"
Gecko dropped to the deck and shoved his shoes onto his bare feet. He stood and a smile stretched across his face. "Thank you!"

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

To her grave disadvantage, the kitchen was not empty. Tay put her head down, and eased through the door.
"What's this, lass?" The voice was of a woman, and Tay's head rose with immediate interest. "Stews are on at half eight." She bustled forward, wiry hair shining with sweat as she gave quick orders to the two other cooks before coming to the door. "What's it your wanting?"
"Water." She said.
"Mm. The fresh kind?"
"Ideally."
The woman cocked her head and wiped a hand across her red, blotchy cheeks. "What for?"
"An injury."
"An injury," the woman echoed, eyes flicking across Tay's profile, "well. I haven't fresh water to waste." She pulled away and waddled to the nearest cupboard, retrieving a flask. "You should see the surgeon."
"I would not bother him."
"It's his job, lass," the woman turned back to her, and offered the metallic bottle. "Bring that back when you're finished."
Tay took the flask. "Thank you."
"Yes, yes," she turned away and hobbled further into the galley. "There's a surgeon on this ship for a reason, dearie,"
Tay slipped back through the door, and stole through the hall on very painful feet. When she arrived to her room, she shut the door, and slid down it's frame, biting her teeth at the burn.
She did not want to clean this. She did not want to be here. While she still had time, she needed to escape.
She began unlacing her boots.

Tonight. Tonight she'd escape.

Her skin shouted protest as the first boot was pulled away.

She would slip away quite unnoticed. Her memory of the main deck was poor, but she could add to it this afternoon.

The other boot was tugged free, and she leaned forward, hissing.

And once she knew her route, escape would be so simple.
Where would she go from there?
Away. She feared Vhanya's brilliance. The potential threat she posed, even on land.

The stockings where torn and crusted with blood. She began to peel the first away.

The tavern may offer sanctuary. There were many allies there, and many enemies, too. Her face was plastered about town. She needed to get out.

The stocking pulled open sores, and she squirmed.

To be rid of this ship- the pinnacle of her desire. She did not deem it a difficult task. The main deck would require a fair bit of scouting, but already her mind could concoct a variety of escape routes.

Fresh blood spilled to the floor, and she pushed the folds of her dress into the planks.

Hope warred in her chest.
She would not let dread consume her.
She would be free this night.

(@_-Captain BRM-_, this was your last post of Tay. It's still morning in the RP as of right now.)