Joel
Brigand
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Post by Joel on Dec 3, 2011 8:46:21 GMT -6
Joel shook Roland's hand as gently as he could while still applying some pressure, and then let go, allowing his hand to swing over to the hilt of his axe. Strange, considering he would never use it... Perhaps it was just the fact that it reminded him of being out in the forests. Yeah, that was probably it; it certainly was a comforting memory. "Well, I hope she gets over her seasickness soon. Now, I hope you don't mind me asking... Where is it you two are heading? The Western Isles doesn't seem like it would be your final destination. But hey, I've been wrong before, and I'll be wrong again."
Captain Drake was shouting orders, most of which Joel was ignoring, until he heard the one he had been waiting for: "Finish all final preparations and then prepare to cast off!". Joel looked up at the tall, thin figure of Weedy, wearing his weird hat and a long trench coat, shouting out orders and going back and forth to check on the crew from his vantage point. The pacifist raised an eyebrow, and then turned back around to Roland. "Well... Let's just hope your friend doesn't vomit off the side then, eh?"
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 3, 2011 11:01:36 GMT -6
Sabin had been hired by a rich man not so long ago. The guy had asked him if he'd be kind enough to escort him to the Western Isles. Sabin was pretty curious to see if his crew had returned to the western isles. It had been months together since he left them at Port Badon. He hoped they were alright, he was hoping he'd see them at the Western Isles. Besides that, he wanted to see his homeland after all these months. Half of the time spending time at seashore, another part of the time travelling to places. It was time to make a quick visit.
"Hey Sabin, are you sure going by ship is ok? I don't want to get seasick. It'd ruin my lovely suit!" the man asked Sabin as they were hading towards the ship taking them to the Western Isles.
"Look here, buddy, if you want to see the visit the Western Isles, sea is the only way. You've got to be smarter than that." Sabin replied irritably. This guy was a pain in the wrong spot.
There were many people about to aboard the ship, but what caught Sabin's notice, was a tall, hefty man. This guy didn't wear proper clothes, but man, this guy looked quite the intimidator.
And then he saw another man talking to the hefty man over there, and then pointing over to a blonde woman in green armour. These people were familiar...wait... wasn't that Roland? This was an uunexpected surprise.
Sabin, forgetting that the old rich man was still nervous on boarding the ship, ran up to Roland.
"Nice to see you again, Roland."Sabin said, outstretching his hand.
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Zero
Myrmidon
Wandering the world to perfect his technique and find his rival.
Posts: 62
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Post by Zero on Dec 3, 2011 23:00:32 GMT -6
"Zero casually glanced off to the side before stumbling slighty,however he quickly regained his balance and composure for a moment as he glanced around the deck of the ship. He was walked steadily alongside Joel and took noticed of the pair of people he was talking to. The woman seemed like she was part of some countries military although her armor wasn't as large as Vashnar's. She seemed as green as her own armor and even more sickly than he or Mel was. The man however,looked like he came from some wealthy family of some sort. He dressed rather lavishly and the large sword he was carrying made him look like quite the swordsman. The 19 year old plainsman approached two the pair standing alongside Joel,stumbling slightly.
"Friends of yours Joel? I don't believe you've introduced us to them yet. The name is Zero and I am a Sacaen swordsman, as for how we all happened to become a group,well that itself is a funny story all together. We're all traveling together let's put it simply like that,but what I'd like to know is if that man over there would care for a quick spar.I'm getting bored and I need to kill some time or else I'll get rusty."
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Dec 4, 2011 2:16:08 GMT -6
Mel stood behind Joel watching the unknown people, or to be precise their pockets. None of them seemed to have much in the way of money besides for an elderly passenger who by the way he was dressed was rather wealthy. She followed the elderly man with her eye until Zero blocked her view by walking up into her line of sight. Damn Sacaen for getting into her way the exact moment she wanted to move the least.
She would have kicked him annoyance if her stomach had not lurched at that exact moment driving the thought of the wealth out of her mind temporarily. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth whilst her face deepened to a sickly shade of green. She had not eaten anything yet today, amidst all the preparations such things had simply been forgotten.
Though what worried her was what would happen if she vomited. What would come up if not food? Her lungs? Liver? All sorts of gruesome pictures filled her mind on that note of various organs parts replacing the usual half digested food that made up vomit. Though at most times she would be fascinated by such thoughts and theories it only caused the sickly feeling to spread.
Immediately her hand shot out and grabbed onto the back of Joel's shirt tugging onto it as she slipped into a crouch knowing she had only a few moments to chose the target of her organs valiant death by vomit. There was herself and that was not a preferable target in the slightest, there was no fun stooping to do it onto Zero, too petty. Joel was already crossed off before the list was made, he was too big, simple as that. Left with only one choice her knees wobbling too much to do it over the side she gagged the sour taste filling her mouth for a moment as she vomited onto the deck once, and then again.
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Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Zerachiel on Dec 4, 2011 3:26:53 GMT -6
"Aye, as do I. It's never much fun, being at the beck and sway of the ship. I used to get sick myself, years ago, sometimes it surprises me how uncommon ship travel is in Elibe. Still, it's sort of an initiation, though I envy those who never have a problem at all." He answered, with a sort shrug. His eyes took in the fact the the ship was filling with a few more people, he'd have to get to those later. Making the runs, introducing yourself, the usual drill. It would help to know the people around him, in case anything important came up. Like a pirate attack, which at this point was less of a chance and more of a mathematical certainty.
"Me and Gwen? Oh we're headed to Etruria." Not much of a secret, unless he wanted to try and convince him that they indeed wanted to stick around the Western Isles. Even if he did, they probably did not, so they may just be a bit suspicious when they saw them on the same ship again. Assuming that's where they were headed, which is what he assumed, because there was little reason else wise to head to such a place forsaken by Elmine. "Gwen has family in Etruria, and coming with her." Now that was something he should smooth over, telling the truth but not all of it. Still, without a single skip or flutter to even suggest that was such a thing, such is the work of a masterful liar. He grinned. "Fingers crossed, I hope she feels better."
Someone, who he noticed boarding a moment ago, came up to him. Obviously cheerful, which fitted him, he preferred a man being excited to see him then the usual wanting to wring his neck. Nice change of pace. "Sabin! My Semi-Pro mercenary buddy!" He took the hand with a firm shake. "Haven't seen you in a while. You left with Aaron, right? We should catch up later." Maybe after the wave of activity settles down.
And here came more, they just kept rolling in. This time it the was the sky blue boy, sacaen as he said. He also seemed... rather rough around the edges. Not to mention a bit forthcoming with information, if more people were like him Roland would never go poor, but he also seemed to be the kind of person who slightly obsessed with combat. Never met him, never spoke, Roland could be some kind of dark overlord of the netherworld as far as the kid knew, but nope still instant sparring proposal. "I'm Roland, Roland Hawkthorne." He grinned. "I'll have to pass on any fighting though. You look like you can barely stand, never been on a ship have you? You won't want to do any vigorous activity for a few days, while you get used to it. I daresay it wouldn't be a fair fight in such a case." Besides, he didn't want to . He hadn't lifted his blade once in the last few months, and he wanted to keep it that way. Solve problems through guile, that was his way.
Of course, that's when the young girl decided to paint the deck with her insides. Quickly he shifted his body, clearly out of the way, and to safety. His shoes would be clean, and Gwen was the only allowed to vomit on him. More seasickness. "You should try to stay in the middle of the ship, it rocks less. I'll be making some tea later that settles the stomach and helps with sea sickness, you'll be welcome to some."
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Post by Dee Krisby on Dec 4, 2011 21:40:11 GMT -6
Dee only got a short nap on Jumbo's shoulder. It wasn't long before she had hopped off of him and was fully exploring the deck of the ship, casting short glances at the newcomers. She took a little to get used to Jumbo as it was. She didn't think she'd be able to talk with even more people.
And then the odd-ear lady let out her breakfast on the ship. [white]"Are you okay, Rabbit?"[/white] Dee asked quietly. What an odd time to throw up, she thought.
The ship rocking didn't seem to bother Dee at all. The sea air was kind of refreshing even. The ocean definitely beat the musty libraries she usually found herself in.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 5, 2011 1:14:06 GMT -6
Sabin felt sort of disgusted by the number of people who were vomiting. It reminded him of those nasty sprouts he ate once when he was a kid... he ended up with a load of gas and nausea.
Speaking of which, he worried about his employer now. Was this man going to throw up too? He hoped not, for he did not want to put up with another puker.
"Well Roland, Aaron and I split ways a few days ago. He decided to go in pursuit of something. Hey, what do you say we meet up for some snooker?" Sabin asked.
Sabin then turned towards the huge guy. Man, was this guy real? He was literally a feet tallker than Sabin, and sabin was only 5'8! Then he saw the weird ear girl almost puke on Roland and then a blue-haired swordsman showed up and talked to the huge guy, now called Joel. Heh, the blue-haired guy looked like he couldn't stand on this ship.
"Yeah, the centre of the ship works, as Roland said. Or you could just wait until the ship gets going and then find a nice bed to lie down on. Lying down really works." Sabin said.
" You're name is Joel is it? My name is Sabin, a wandering mercenary. Nice to meet you, Joel." Sabin said, outstretching his arm to Joel now.
"SABIN! What are you doing? Don't leave me alone like that!" he heard the old man say as he was running towards Sabin.
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Joel
Brigand
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Post by Joel on Dec 5, 2011 18:07:53 GMT -6
Joel sidestepped Mel's vomit, and then took Sabin's hand. "It's a pleasure to be meeting all of you, really it is. Especially since we'll all be stuck with each, eh?" he asked, and then gave a booming laugh, which, he was pleased to notice, ended with Weedy dropping whatever it was he had been holding. Heh heh, sure, he was a pacifist, but that didn't stop him from messing with people in nonviolent ways- especially when there was bad blood between him and the person in question. Zero was off again about fighting, even though he looked like he was ready to fall over, and Roland was telling him off for him. Armor seemed to have disappeared, Mel was vomiting, and... Dee? Where was she? Joel turned, looking over the heads of everybody (not very difficult, seeing as he was a foot taller than most everybody on board, if not more) for the little girl. After a moment of looking, he located her, standing beside Mel and her vomit, quite close by. Whew.
"Well, Roland, it just so happens that we'll be heading to Etruria as well." Joel said, and then leaned one elbow up against the side of the ship behind him. "Excuse the rag-tag appearance of our group... I'm not quite sure how it happened, it just sort of did. We're taking Dee to look for her uncle, and, in the meantime, I'm her self-imposed guardian. Heh. I'm a tad open with the info, aren't I? Excuse my rambling; I thank you for your offer to help Ms. Sticky-Fingers." the Nabataean rumbled. As he finished talking, the Mistdrifter began to slowly move out of port, the wind in her sails, Weedy standing beside the wheel while a bigger, burlier man rested his hands on said wheel. "You know, I helped to build this ship." Joel said conversationally, glancing in the direction of... Well, Dee, although the comment was directed more towards Roland and Sabin.
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Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Zerachiel on Dec 5, 2011 20:18:49 GMT -6
"Snooker eh? I'll take that you're referring to alcohol and not some horrible amalgam of strip poker because, let me tell you, these clothes are expensive." He smirked, but had a good-hearted chuckle. "I'll have to take you up on that offer once we're all situated then, we'll be here for over a week no reason to spend it entirely sober." He remembered back to the last time Sabin drunk and his... shall we say, rambunctious nature. He hoped that was just an isolated incident, since he'd prefer if this trip was made with the deck intact. Might be hard with the pirates they will undoubtedly run into, but hey a man's gotta have goals.
"Sabin's right, but above all else the most important thing you need to remember to feel better is simply to just relax. The more worked up you get, the more twisted your insides become until it's some kind of labyrinth of churned food. Eh, that metaphor was a little crude, I apologize." He shrugged, thinking over his words a bit. It wasn't anything to focus on, so he decided to just forget about it.
"Oh, to Etruria as well? Small world." He assumed as much, but the surprise sounded genuine. "Oh no, don't worry. You look much more coherent then most groups of men I've worked with, one of my partners was a mildly insane zealot who liked using light magic to blind people, and another was a somewhat sinister looking thief that would probably steal your time, spotlight, and thunder simply because it would involve "stealing" it. A metaphysical thief that girl was. Also liked books, could never take her to libraries." Tapping his chin lightly, he grinned.
"I wouldn't be worried about being too open, all the good secrets get eventually found out anyway." He chuckled. "I have quite a few myself, quite juicy too. Ah, that's not the point here though, I'm sorry I get away from myself sometimes." Hrm, this man proved to be quite open and a bit cheerful. That was good, it wasn't fun to pry secrets out of people, and Roland was ever so nosy sometimes. Well ok, maybe it was fun sometimes, but not when those people looked capable of splitting your face open with a yawn.
"You're welcome, and did you say you helped make this ship? Impressive." He will assume the man meant manual labor, not architectural. Then again you never know, never assume anything about another person you don't know. Hell, don't assume things about people you do know. Look for the dagger in every handshake, and all that. Then again that might just be his cynicism talking. "Never really made much myself in my life, never been one for building. Still I know the feeling when something you work so hard on comes to fruition, one of the best feelings in the world I'd say."
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Dec 6, 2011 16:03:03 GMT -6
Mel coughed trying to dislodge the acrid taste in her mouth. Her mind ways misted over with a thick layer of fog everything around her seeming to be happening so very far away. It was almost dreamlike, the world rippling softly like a...like a....shadow?
Mel jumped when Dee spoke to her her mind dragged back to the present on the deck where she was seated luckily out of the path of her vomit. "Rabbit?" he asked the girl with a slight groan of annoyance before spitting into the puddle trying to clean out the taste. "Hnn...Im pretty sure im fine now" she mumbled running a hand back through her hair and reaching up to grab onto Joel to pull herself to her feet standing steadily now.
Surprisingly she felt better after vomiting the mist on her mind clearing up gradually leaving her with only a slightly sick feeling. The dullness of the ship was setting in and and she quickly grew bored in a matter of moments. Glancing around the ship slowly like a vulture selecting its prey she focused on the hat the captain wore. The flamboyant had seemed to be mocking her, the feather dancing in the sea breeze.
After a few moments a mischievous smirk slid into place as a plan began to form in her mind. What to do to rid herself of seeing that hat for the rest of the voyage. Already she was looking better the green tinge gone from her skin.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Dec 6, 2011 23:25:55 GMT -6
Guinevere tried to acknowledge when Roland introduced her, but decided it would be best not to open her mouth right now. She closed her eyes and tried to think of calming things, but none seemed to come to mind. Instead, she tried to just try not to puke. That's right around when the young girl with the other group puked. She immediately felt her own stomach start to turn more than it had been before. Focusing the best she could, she tried to tune it out. Then the smell hit her. That's when she lost it. Throwing herself to the side of the ship, she lost most of her lunch into the waters below. This was gonna be a long ride...
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Post by Dee Krisby on Dec 9, 2011 18:22:24 GMT -6
[white]"Oh good, Rabbit. I was afraid you wouldn't make the whole trip."[/white] she smiled to the young lady. Dee left Rabbit alone to take care of her problem while she listened in on Jumbo's conversation with the other passengers.
She didn't really understand all of the words they were saying, but one of them said something that intrigued her.
[red]"...one of my partners was a mildly insane zealot who liked using light magic to blind people..."[/red]
Blinding... huh? she thought, looking down at her satchel carrying the magic book. That was one way of using magic effectively she supposed.
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
Posts: 75
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Post by Vashnar on Dec 10, 2011 9:40:57 GMT -6
Vashnar was just reading his book when out of nowhere Mel throws up on deck, followed by one of the strangers as well. Closing his book Vashnar stands up, sees that he doesn't have puke on him and makes his way over to the middle of the boat where Mel is sitting. Sitting next to her, Vashnar pulls out his waterskin and offers it to Mel. "Here, to rinse out that taste from throwing up" he tells her as he then adds "Please don't throw up again. I already know you've taken my money, so that should be enough to tell you not to get sick again".
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Zero
Myrmidon
Wandering the world to perfect his technique and find his rival.
Posts: 62
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Post by Zero on Dec 13, 2011 0:17:14 GMT -6
Zero sighed as he staggered a bit along the ship's deck with every couple steps he had taken. This certainly was going to be a long trip alright,the scent of sea air and bodily fluids permeated his nostrils and made him even more dizzy. Stumbling around a bit he found himself wandering about the ship's deck for something to do. He was feeling quite dizzy but he had a strong stomach so he wouldn't vomit much if any,rather he'd be stumbling and falling frequently due to the unusual motions of the ship. He wobbled a bit nearly overboard only to vomit a small amount,nothing major mostly just saliva anyways.
"Ugh....I'm not liking this ship at all,it feels strange,the people are unusual and smell funny,and I can't spar with anyone either."
Zero staggering and wobbled around the ship's deck till he caught sight of Mel who had her usual sly and mischivous gleam in her eyes once again,Zero could only imagine what trouble she'd find herself running into so he figured he'd better leave her alone. That is till the bobbing and bouncing of the ship caused him to lose his balance as he stumbled and staggered greatly forward,nearly losing him balance completely.He then fell over forward,and nearly tobbled into the pointy earred theif,much to his humiliation as his normally pale face, turned a bright pink shade and he looked away nervously out of sheer embarassment.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 13, 2011 1:41:25 GMT -6
"Whoah, you built helped build this ship? That's pretty nice... you look like you've been a sailor yourself, Joel."Sabin complemented, smiling.
Then he looked about as he saw weird events unfold. The blonde woman Roland kept talking about... Sabin tried hard to remember where he had seen her, and then he remembered. She was one of the few people who were travelling with Gabriel. So she was here too, with Roland...
The blue-haired man he saw earlier was trying to keep his footing steady but then the ship shook as he fell on to the pointy-eared girl he who was vomiting profusely. He noticed the blonde lady who was travelling with Roland was also busy vomiting into the sea. Sabin made a mental note not to really see any people vomit- the sight of vomit might just make might cause nausea.
The little girl who was on Joel's bacj earlier was busy bugging the pointed-ear girl non-stop. Poor female, she'd probably have a terrible journey. Sabin thought about eating something, probably not now though. First up was getting to know your fellow shipmates.
"So Joel, where do you come from? You don't seem to look Bernese." Sabin asked.
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