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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 2, 2011 15:42:25 GMT -6
Richter raised an eyebrow in surprise, giving the pirate girl a bit of a double take as she broke into a learned, sophisticated tone and way of voice. Clearly this girl was no normal pirate, or at least not normal in the typical sense of dumb, mean, ugly brute. Never judge a book by its cover, apparently.
After listening to her story, Richter put away some of his less than flattering first opinions. She could be lying, but listening to her vocabulary and seeing how quickly she turned to help Kynlis, her story seemed to check out. That, or she was quite the devious little actor. Either way, the Ilian doubted she'd make any moves against him seeing how the little cart scuffle had turned out.
At face value, she didn't seem like a bad girl by any means, just a victim of circumstance and a bit of a mouth. Even he hadn't been stupid enough to speak publicly against the Prophet, but being who he was, he did know exactly what the Etrurian military did to you if they saw you as an...inconvenience. This girl got off pretty easy, and that was saying something considering where they were.
"Well I can tell even having parents like yours doesn't keep the Etrurian brass from sending you out on the really crap missions," said Richter, shaking his head. "Just be glad you turned coat so quickly, or you'd probably have your axe in your skull right now." The Ilian brushed a clump of snow out of his eyes. Her story didn't really explain her pirate-ness at all, however Richter didn't really see how it mattered to him, so he let it lie.
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Post by Cefia on Sept 5, 2011 17:05:19 GMT -6
The pink haired menace wasn't much of a gentleman but that was fine by her. Cefia was still worried about the girl but this was no time to stop and check on each other. Their pursuers can pop out anytime now. At least she had one thing off her back, the little confession of hers seemed to had taken a toll on her morality, darn her and her pirate code. Looking over she saw that the weather is as relentless as ever. Not in a million years had she dreamed of visiting this nation. She had never taken an interest in it.
"Got dat cap," she responded back in her pirate tone. Her normal speech always seem to make things longer to explain than they should...
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 9, 2011 15:37:13 GMT -6
The commander nodded, appreciating the girl's comprehension of the situation, then reverted back to his taciturn demeanor, continuing on in silence.
The three walked on, braving the icy storm to little success or result. At this point, they could have been turned around or be walking in circles and Richter would have no idea. It didn't seem as if they had been treading the same routes over and over again, but when the land beneath you was constantly changing under a shivering assault of snow, wind, and ice, it was hard to tell which way was right and which way was left.
Richter shivered, growling as he did. The last thing he wanted to do was get stuck in this weather, but at the same time, continued walking could be dooming the three of them to a frigid death beneath the swirling white of the blizzard. Halting his march, the pink haired Ilian adjusted his cape about his shoulders. His eyes burned with the cold, and his breathing was harsh and rough. He scanned the horizon around him, and was a bit dismayed when he could identify nothing of note. Everything looked flat and sameish, and with the sun beginning to set, his range of vision through the gales had become markedly worse. Progressing in this would be suicide.
"We make camp here," shouted Richter, his loud voice cutting through the howl of the storm. His arms remaining still under his cape, he nodded to the green haired pirate girl, a small motion probably unnoticable in this environment. "Let's check out what's in that sack of yours."
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Post by Cefia on Sept 12, 2011 14:40:15 GMT -6
Cefia followed her temporary captain with a professional attitude of silence. It was the best, grumbling and complaining won't get her out of that mess. The only complaint she always had was the freezing cold! It was the only thing on her mind. No matter how many clothing she put on, it was still freezing in the end.
When the pink haired man finally called for rest, she was absolutely elated. It wasn't long before she swung the sack of supplies over her shoulder with a surprisingly gentle placement on the ground. She was glad that the bag had quite a bit of everything. There was rationed meat and other questionable food along with blankets.
"This good nuff?" she asked for her bag.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 12, 2011 19:38:05 GMT -6
Richter looked down at the sack. The Ilian had expected the meat, but the blankets? He reached down and pulled one out of the sack. How convenient. The commander fingered the material. It was rough cotton. Durable enough to last out on a march through the wastes, but not exactly comfortable. Then again, if one was cross examining comfort with survival, they had another thing coming.
"We'll make a cave in the snow," said Richter, crouching down next to Cefia and brushing a bit of frost off of the sack. "It'll take a bit, but it needs to be big enough for both of us. There should be more than enough snow." The pink haired commander scanned the horizon briefly before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "Anything burnable in there?"
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Post by Cefia on Sept 13, 2011 14:50:57 GMT -6
Cefia thought it was strange that she didn't have the names of her other companions. It didn't matter, at least not now. She didn't need to know any names to just follow orders and the like.
At the order for something burnable, she dug down into the bag to find anything beside blankets. She took out a medium sized box and upon opening, it was a full of burnable timber. Somehow they had to make it last.
"This good nuff fo' ya?" she asked, holding it out for the man.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 19, 2011 19:25:40 GMT -6
Richter gave the girl a wry look before taking the box. There wasn't enough timber to make a lasting fire, much less even start a fire in this thick of a storm. The Ilian commander's mouth twisted in contemplation as his eyes narrowed in on the sack his pirate companion was holding. Blankets. Taking the sack from the girl, Richter began sifting through it. One, two, three, four, five, six. Six blankets. They only needed three.
Pulling three blankets out of the burlap sack, Richter turned his attention back to the green haired girl. "I'm going to burn these. Any objections?"
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Post by Cefia on Sept 19, 2011 19:46:35 GMT -6
So the man was gonna burn a few blankets... Sure a fire was a heartwarming aspect but it wouldn't last forever. Then again he was in charge. The only problem was, she was freaking cold, she swore her whole body was shivering and one blanket probably won't last her. She was too proud to show that, well say it though. Of course her body would give it away.
"Ney," she chattered back, getting started in making that cave of theirs.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 23, 2011 17:15:49 GMT -6
Richter gave his chattering companion a bemused look, pausing his current modus operandi. Now noticing her shivering, the Ilian was doubtful she'd be able to deal with the cold with just one blanket, and Kynlis, as small as she was, even less so. Richter sighed a small sigh. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone was as durable as he was.
"I'll just burn mine then," he said, correcting himself as he placed two of the three blankets back next to the green haired pirate before opening the tinder box and checking its contents. They had a flint and plenty of starter, so getting the fire going shouldn't be much issue. Then, closing the box and placing both it and the blanket down on the snow, he began to assist in digging out the cave.
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Post by Cefia on Sept 24, 2011 11:10:47 GMT -6
Cefia glanced over at the pink man for his comment. Either he was putting a farce, over confident or just really that well adapted to the cold by his statements. She instinctively let go of a grunt of something along the lines of playfulness and expectations. Pirate language really was strange to be capable of such things without muttering any words.
It wasn't difficult building a cave from the snow but it was still cold. She had already put one of the blankets over her. It helped but not by much. For some reason her inner child wanted to throw a snowball at the pink haired leader. She had already rolled a small ball of snow ready for battle. She simply tossed it out in the distance to control herself. Next she might be making a snowman!
"Bout dun," she said, finishing up her area.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 29, 2011 14:53:07 GMT -6
Richter nodded, satisfied with their work. Silently, he began moving their stuff into the newly made cave, which was just about big enough for the tree of them, with a good amount of room to move around. There was a ton of snow which allowed the little pit to lay roughly a foot beneath the surface, and the cold flash froze any snow melted by their body heat into sturdier ice, making the seven foot by four foot by four foot little room a perfect shelter for a night in the snow.
Slowly the pink haired man made his own way into the cave, crawling into the tight space and moving to the side, allowing room for the two girls to make their way in. He'd stay closest to the door, so to use his own, larger body to stave off the howling winds that sneaked their way into the shelter, which would hopefully keep his companions warm. Richter then ran his hand along the snowy wall, patting it as he did, checking for any weaknesses or inconsistencies. Satisfied, he turned towards the mouth of the cave.
"Hurry up, and get in."
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Post by Cefia on Sept 29, 2011 20:30:38 GMT -6
Cefia trudged into the little shelter they managed to create, remarking at how well it had turned out. It wasn't the most grand place to stay in but if it helps keep her warm she was fine with it. The air was still freezing and she swore that the longer she stayed there the closer she approached to freezing in such a miserable place.
"What is the plan sir?" she asked, in her more sophisticated tone. She was too cold to think like a pirate now.
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Post by Richter Abend on Oct 4, 2011 15:05:23 GMT -6
Plan? Richter stared at the green haired pirate girl, her voice now far less pirate-y. Did he have a plan? He had had a plan to escape from the prison wagon, and that had gone as well as he had hoped, but now he needed to come up with another plan. Surviving out in the frozen wastes wasn't much of a plan, and they probably wouldn't last more than another night or two before their limbs started freezing off.
His original idea had been to continue on in the direction that his captors had been moving in, which had worked for a time. If the thugs had been going somewhere specific, however, the three of them could have easily missed their target by miles, seeing that they had been walking for a full day now, in a blizzard no less. At this point, Richter would welcome any living face poking through the snowy winds. If they were hostile, he'd just kill them and take their supplies, but at least that would be something. Right now, they were just kind of lost. He couldn't really think of much of a plan.
"My plan right now is sleep," said the pink haired man, putting his blanket over his shoulders. "We can discuss anything else in the morning." Richter then paused, slowly closing his eyes, before speaking again. "What is your name?"
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Post by Cefia on Oct 4, 2011 15:33:24 GMT -6
Cefia wrapped herself as tight as possible in the blankets to help keep as much of her body heat in. This was embarrassing... What would the other member of the crew think of this situation? They would probably laugh their heads off for her stupidity. But she wasn't stupid, just a little head strong (in more ways than one).
If only the sky was out and she could have a good look at the stars, then she might be able to get them out there. The stars were the guide for any sailor and pirate. Although she didn't specialize in navigation, she could handle being a temporary replacement. She was familiar with the alignment enough but the storm didn't leave any clear view.
Her name? Should she tell him? Well it was the cold that was probably affecting her thoughts but she didn't lie.
"Cefia, if only the stars were out, I might know which way is where," she stated, giving the man a notice on what she was capable of.
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Post by Richter Abend on Oct 7, 2011 21:33:59 GMT -6
"Well, Cefia, they're not out," muttered Richter, taking his cape back from Kynlis while handing her a second blanket, "so we'll just have to make due." He tossed the cape over his already covered shoulders and laid his second blanket on the ice between them, dumping the tinder over it. The commander then moved the twigs around with his fingers, making sure the some two odd pounds of wood was evenly spread over the cloth. He then half-folded the blanket around the wood and went to town with the flint until he managed to get a small flame going.
"It won't last too long, but it'll do," said Richter grimly, running a hand through his hair. It would be enough to him just to get some heat in this little cave that wasn't their own. Then, tightening his covers around him, the pink haired Illian bowed his head, and closing his eyes, went to sleep.
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"There's a cave here, sir!"
Richter was jolted awake. A voice? A man's voice. The Illian bolted straight up, his head hitting the top of the cave before recoiling to an acceptable height. Still alert, he grabbed his sword, placing his hand on the hilt if necessary. It wouldn't do much good as long as he remained in this cave, but it never hurt to be prepared for the worst.
The commander put a hand out behind him, showing his palm to his comrades as a sign to stay quiet and don't move. The entrance to the cave, which had filled with snow during the however many hours they had had to sleep, began to move. They were digging through, and as they did, Richter crouched, prepared for anything.
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