Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 2, 2012 19:07:53 GMT -6
OOC: Listened to this the entire post, completely fitting.Derick groaned and stirred as his eyes flickered open. It was dark, darker than he had expected. Startled, he sat straight up, only to fall straight back down. The inside of his skull felt muddled, and his entire jaw was so stiff it seemed to be bolted shut. He slowly reopened his eyes and looked down. He was lying in a bed...if you could call it that; the sheet covering his body was threadbare, and absolutely filthy. The straw that had served as the mattress' stuffing was long gone; Derick could only feel the hard wood of the frame, along with a few pieces of hay that were stabbing him in the back... My back! Derick gripped the sides of the bedframe and pulled himself upright again, albeit more slowly than last time, and threw the sheet off his body, leaving it draped over his feet. He had been stripped down to his underwear, save for the fresh bandage that wrapped around his waist. Derick cautiously pressed on the wound and felt no hard object to resist his touch, somebody had removed the arrow in his back. He checked his surroundings, he was in a small room with wooden walls and a wooden floor. A ragged, dirty rug was sprawled in the middle of the small bedroom, as if someone had made a vain attempt to add some decoration to the place, and a small desk located on the opposite wall. Next to the desk was a chest with Derick's spears laid across the top of it, Derick suspected his clothing and armor lay inside the container. "Aye, I'll--" The rest of the sentence was lost in mutters. The voice was coming from nearby, but the door seemed to block most of the noise. Derick ignored it and started to climb out of the bed. *WHAM* The door slammed open, revealing a formidable, burly woman whose imposing figure was softened by her kindly, good-natured smile. "Aye, you're awake then, boy!" Derick's scramble to re-cover himself with the bed sheet was so panicked that he did not even think of her greeting until he was settled on his pillow again, boy? The woman gave a hearty laugh at Derick's reaction, "No need to be shy, lad, I've seen far, far worse from this lot I put up with." She gestured over her shoulder as he spoke, Derick sat up again, letting the sheet fall to his waist to expose his bare chest, he faintly noticed that the pain in his head had already lessened. Derick made eye contact with the woman, but his stuttering betrayed his nerves, "wh-who--" his jaw was still tight, he placed a palm on it and pushed. Reluctantly, a muscle popped and he continued, his jaw feeling a little more normal, "--a-are you? Where a-am I?" The woman laughed again, despite his fear, the heartiness in her laugh was infectious, Derick smiled. "Why, you're aboard our humble vessel!" As if to punctuate the woman's words, the entire room shifted to the left for a moment before rebalancing. "My name's Emilee. I'm normally the ship's cook, but I play at being a nurse rarely so often." The woman fully entered the room and moved Derick's spears off the chest and onto the desk next to it. She flipped open the hefty-looking chest with ease and tossed the clothes Derick wore under his armor on to the bed. As Derick pulled his shirt on, she kept talking. "That was some arrow wound you got there, eh? I'm surprised you were able to keep up with your companions at all, the way they talk about being chased through Axelaide." Derick looked at her sharply as he stood to pull on his pants. "My companions? Then Cefia's here too?" Emilee nodded soothingly while walking in front of the desk so that Derick had access to his armor within the chest, "Aye, the seafarer as well as your superior." Derick stopped in the middle of fastening on his leg armor and stared at her with blank confusion. "You know...the man with more of that stuff," Emilee gestured at Derick's armor as she spoke. Derick dimly recalled a knight joining their escape and frowned, superior? What do they think we are? What he said aloud instead was, "I suppose they are above decks then?" Emilee nodded, the infectiously warm smile still on her face, "Aye, that lass has a real talent for sailing. If you can stand you're fit to go, just make sure you grab yourself some stew from the kitchens before you go up! It's my special fish chowder!" Derick smiled and nodded to Emilee, "Thank you very much!" He cautiously made his way through the shadowy dock and found the pot of stew with bowls beside it. He ladled himself a generous portion, finally feeling the hunger sticking to his ribs, and located the stairway to the ship's deck. He had already nearly finished his bowl when he lightly kicked the door open to be blinded by the light of the sun and its reflection off of the ocean. When his eyes adjusted and he saw the clothing and axes the men wore, Derick knew one thing, they had found the pirate ship Cefia had mentioned earlier.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 5, 2012 10:39:04 GMT -6
Derick stopped in his tracks as he walked onto the ship's deck. This ship was nothing like the small trader's vessel they had taken in Nabata, it was at least 10 times bigger. The deck was bristling with sailors, some were scrubbing decks, others were adjusting ropes tied to the sides. Derick traced the ropes up and his mouth fell open as he gazed on the sails. The yellow, aged color of the canvas did little to diminish the grandeur of the massive pieces of sailcloth. There were sailors up there to! A few lithe men and women scrambled through the wooden spars of the mast, trimming cloth here and coiling rope there. The whole spectacle was so complex, it left Derick a little awestruck.
The ship shifted on the water, sending Derick stumbling to his right. He collided with someone, and they grunted stoically, a woman. Derick turned to apologize, but he choked on the words. No shirt...but..she!... Derick's cheeks reddened and he hastily looked away...meeting eyes with another woman. "Something wrong?" Her tone was nonchalant, but she had a twisted smile on her face. There's more of them?! Derick met her eyes, reddened even more, and stared at his boots instead. "N-n-no, there's n-nothing...nothing wrong!..."
A man behind Derick laughed with gusto, causing him to jump. Derick spun on his heels. The man was formidable...to say the least. He stood well over a foot taller than Derick, and he was three times as thick as well. From what Derick could see, almost all of the added size was muscle. The man met eyes with Derick and opened his mouth to say something, but uproarious laughter seized him again, and he doubled over as tears leaked out of his eyes. Derick stared steadily at the man, determined not to look at the other sailors, he felt himself reddening just thinking about it.
Finally, the man straightened himself, Derick had never felt so small, and met Derick's eyes. "You're as green as ya look, eh, laddie?!" The man was clearly amused, a wide grin stole across his face, and he looked like he was struggling not to laugh again. "What do you mean?" The man nodded at something to his left, Derick didn't need to turn to know what he was talking about, "Oh....that. I...uhm, I guess I haven't seen anything like that...I mean!--" The rest of his sentence was lost as the man burst into another gale of laughter. Derick looked down, not sure what else to do, "Aye, don't fuss about it! My name's Greld, I'm the captain!"
Derick looked the man over again, he wore a brown hat to cover his hair and a red coat with gold embroidery that was far past its time. The threads had dulled to a comfortable maroon, and the gold looked closer to bronze. The coat hung open, showing the captain's deeply scarred chest to match the scars on his face. He had no grand beard, just a coat of black stubble across his face that was interrupted here and there by small scars. Greld's most distracting feature was the colossal half-moon bladed axe that he wore across his back.
"We been a sea for about a day now, they usually don't 'lax for 'nother day or so." Greld frowned past Derick, 'they' meant the crew...Derick was just trying to remember when 'relax' meant 'remove clothing'. The gravity of the captain's sentence hit Derick. "Wait...a day?...I've been asleep for an entire day?!" Greld smiled at Derick, "aye, y' took quite hit back at 'Axe," Derick rotated his jaw, it still felt stiff. "I wager 'at is healing up pretty nice as well." Thankfully, Greld tapped Derick's front where the bandage was rather than slapping him on the back. With Greld's arms, Derick wasn't sure whether he would have managed to avoid passing out.
Greld turned to go, waving his hand as he left, "Make y'self at home! You and yer companions are dinin' with me t'night!" Greld roared with laughter again, Derick dimly wondered whether Emilee and he competed to see who could laugh louder. The deck shifted, sending Derick stumbling to the right. Thankfully, there was no half-clad person in the way this time, and he caught himself rail. He straightened and looked over the deck, where were his companions, anyway?
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 8, 2012 22:09:37 GMT -6
"AARGH!" a hand cuffed Derick lightly on the back of the head. "Stop that yelping, you'll alert the crew! I gave ya that rag for a reason!" Try as she might to sound reproachful, Emilee only came off as slightly stern. "Now bite down on it, I'm almost done, but this bit's going to hurt!" Derick grunted in irritation as he clamped his teeth down on the mostly clean rag. After a few hours of learning the basics of sailing, Emilee had called him belowdecks to change the dressing on his wound. "Here we go," Emilee's voice was the only warning he received before another splash of grog entered the arrow hole. Derick's cry of agony was muffled by the rag as his entire back seized up. The combat reflex tore at Derick's consciousness as searing pain lingered in the healing wound. After a minute, his back loosened up, and Derick finally exhaled. "There, there, that wasn't so bad was it?" Derick met Emilee's honeyed voice and acidic smile with a glare as she tied off the new bandage. Emilee paid him no made, instead opting to laugh and walk off towards the direction of the galley.
The ship deck was considerably less crowded than it had been when Derick awoke this morning, some of the sailors were even lounging on the ship's rails, admiring the sunset as it blazed a ray of orange through the ocean. Derick smiled, the ocean had intimidated him the first few times he had seen it, but all he could do now was just love it.
"Aye, laddie, come over 'ere!" Greld's voice rang clearly over the deck, Derick had no trouble locating him at the opposite end of the ship by the ship's wheel. Derick made his way across the ship much quicker than he had in the morning; a pair of 'sea legs' combined with less obstacles to weave through made for an easy walk. "Yes, captain?" The hulking berserker was standing with two men Derick hadn't met yet.
One of the men, at the ship's wheel, was almost as large as Greld, and sported less facial hair. The full-moon axe hanging at his waist and scars criss-crossing his unclad torso identified him as a berserker. Greld made the introduction, "This is my helmsman, Griff." Griff nodded at Derick, his long blond locks bobbing with the gesture.
The other man took the initiative of introducing himself. Unlike Griff and Greld, this man was thinner than Derick, but he stood about half a foot taller. He was clad differently than any other sailor Derick had seen, his leather breastplate and leggings made him look more like a mercenary than a pirate. Derick's eyebrows rose slightly as he spotted the lance strapped across the man's back. "I'm the first mate, they call me Silk." Silk offered his hand to Derick, Derick took it and shook it warmly, "my name's Derick...I'm a mercenary." Silk nodded politely, no doubt Greld had already told both of the men about the new occupants.
"I didn't just call ya for introductions.." That came from Greld, he motioned towards Silk, as if giving him the stage. Silk nodded gravely, "right, business." His accent was clipped and he spoke precisely, Derick could see why he was first mate. "Look over there," Silk's hand steered Derick to look towards the black mass of land to the East. "We've been sailing along the coast of Elibe all day--" Silk looked up for a second, distracted.
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
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Post by Vashnar on Jul 11, 2012 9:23:59 GMT -6
Vashnar finally awoke from his long nap in the storage room. Not wanting to be bothered again (or get in their way for that matter), he snuck into the room to sleep and relax; that was, until Derick's screaming woke him. Bolting upright, Vashnar remembered where he was and decided to go look for him. Usually aboard a vessel, when people are passing eachother down a hallway they squish to pass at the same time. This was not the case with Vashnar; when he walked down the hallway, the sailors moved out of the way into nooks or rooms to not get shoved down the hall with Vashnar. Reaching abovedeck, he took in the sight of being on a boat.....again. The only luck was that there wasn't much of a chance of pirates attacking them because they were on one to begin with.
Heading towards the helm, Vashnar silently walked towards them (as quiet as his armor would allow) and stood besides Derick as him and the captain looked over a map).
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 11, 2012 16:48:17 GMT -6
The clanking of iron and steel behind Derick told him without looking who was approaching the group, the knight that had joined he and Cefia at Axelaide. To his surprise, Greld and Silk gave the man a half-bow as he joined the group. "Good day, sergeant, you're well, I presume?" Silk gave a little head nod as he spoke to Vashnar. "I was just telling your recruit here that there's something on the horizon behind us...might be a ship."
Derick frowned, confused. Sergeant? Recruit?! "We're not--" Greld overrode Derick's interjection, "Normally we wouldn't be in such a tizzy o'er somethin' like this, but Griff here says they've been on us for nigh on half a day." Derick looked in the direction Greld and Silk were indicating. There was a shadow of some sort behind that was visible even with the sun setting. How the pirates identified it as a ship was beyond him...why is this a threat?
"It ain't a trade vessel," Griff jumped into the conversation as if he had read Derick's mind, but he was looking at Vashnar, as if to further convince him. "It's sitting too high on the water to be filled with much cargo...an' those sails be set up for maneuverin'--not ridin' trade winds." Realization dawned on Derick, "so there's other pirates..." Greld nodded darkly and replied with menace in his voice, "or worse, my lad, those scumbag privateers from Etruria." Derick frowned again looking at Vashnar as he trailed off into thought, why don't they call him 'laddie'?!
"So," Silk cut in again, addressing Vashnar, "we have two options, sergeant. We can either hide the ship behind an island and confront them, or just keep following that map of your friends," he probably means Cefia, Derick mused, where did she get off to, anyways?
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Post by Cefia on Jul 16, 2012 20:09:35 GMT -6
Cefia had a rough start with the crew. The ship she had picked out was less than desirable and she didn’t realize it was a pirate ship until it was far too late. At the very least she didn’t recognize the crew. This was a good sign since things would turn nasty if this was a ship her old captain had fought in. They would surely throw her out the ship if they recognized her. She thought she was in the clear until she met face to face with the captain. That was when the connections were made and she did recognize exactly who the man was.
“You’re th’scrappy lass on that devil of scallywag’s ship!” he roared at first glance. She swore he was more mad that she had accidently managed to knock him down and helped fend off their attack. It wasn’t the first time she had met him and the other higher ups seem to tense up as they noticed her as well. She had taken a peak to the other members of the ship and deduced that the men and women on this ship were perhaps newer members or something. Well at least a year or more old, she hadn’t seen her old captain in ages. She did manage to explain it to them but they still seemed unconvinced to not gut her open.
“Give me a reason not to throw ye off the bridge?” the captain had warned her. There was a sense of uncomfortable tension in the air but more of embarrassment on her part for dragging the others along. In this less than favorable condition she had to think of something and fast. That was when she dug out a crumpled piece of paper. This might have been cliché but she did have a treasure map of some sort. It wasn’t really a map, more like a fragment with clues. She had been examining the dead merchant’s journal from back in Nabata and found it among all the details. This was what happened when she didn’t have much to read.
So to make a long story short, she had paid her life and perhaps her companion’s with a possibility of treasure stash that may or may not still be there. Of course she did not mention that detail to the captain or his crew. They had at least agreed not to chop her up and it was fine enough by her in the long run. However it seemed as though they did not trust her enough to keep her weapons, she could hardly blame them; she was a pirate after all. At least they seemed willing to have her friends’ keep theirs considering their open arms to more fighters.
Soon after striking the deal she was sent to work. She did whatever they threw at her with no complaint and little problem from her experience. Lifting weights is a snap for her as was the more dangerous job found around the place. Of course she had brushed death more than a number of times through the years but that was life and she accepted it wholeheartedly. Her only worries were to her friends, hopefully they learned fast.
When Derick was finally up and about she was too busy working under the deck. The few times she went above deck were maddening and frustrating. For one matter she had lived in a very conservative household and while she was on her former ship she was the only female onboard. This ship had a number of female crew who didn’t mind…crudeness to say the least. Her face had turned redder than a tomato a number of times when she went to the top deck. She swore it was going to kill her if she didn’t fall of the ship at some point.
As Derick was called to the captain she was told to report as well. Finishing up with organizing the cargo, she was back on top. It was refreshing to see her companions in one piece and she forced herself not to strangle hug them. She walked up casually up to them before calling out a greeting.
“Got ‘nough sleep?” she waved as she approached, feeling slightly naked herself without her axes. She would get used to it at some point.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 17, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -6
The deck pitched under Derick's feet, throwing him against the railing. His armor clanked against the wood, why he had put on his armor when there was no combat in sight was beyond him...just a habit from boot camp, he supposed. "Got 'nough sleep?" Derick spun to meet the familiar tone, but stopped with an expression of horror on his face. What if she's like...like... Naked? [/i]...like those other women...[/i] Derick's face flushed. I'll just turn, real quick, and if she's... even in his mind, Derick choked on the word, then I'll just turn away really quick... Derick braced himself, to his own humor, he felt traces of his combat reflex surfacing in his blood. Just get on with it! Derick spun...
"Cefia!" Derick grinned brightly, what a relief! "There you are!" It was nice to see a familiar face, Derick just wished that he would stop blushing before she made any connections. "Aye, ahoy there." The change of tone in Greld's voice redirected Derick's attention. He was eyeing Cefia with...mistrust? Derick couldn't help himself, "Is something wron--"
"AHEM...as I was saying..." Silk butted in, nervously eyeing Greld and Cefia in equal measure. He opened his mouth to speak again, but a slight widening of his eyes indicated that he really had nothing to had. "We ain't gonna worry about whatever's b'hind us." Griff rescued him, "We'll sail on through the night, it looks like we're outrunning 'em anyways." Griff's crewmates nodded in a satisfied matter, then each muttered something about duties as they moved away from the trio of strangers.
"What was that all about?" Derick's voice was confused rather than irritated. He stared off after the man, both of whom kept glancing at Cefia. What is going on? Derick's brow furrowed and he shook his head. As he turned to his companions, he realized that he didn't really know this armored stranger. "Hey, we didn't really get a chance to introduce ourselves..." Derick hesitated, he had always sucked with conversation, "I'm Derick." He smiled in a friendly manner, but his hand was awkwardly caught between shaking the other man's hand or just hanging at his side.
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
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Post by Vashnar on Jul 17, 2012 22:37:50 GMT -6
[white]So they think I'm in charge of the group; really shows what people think of armor[/white] Vashnar thought as events took place. Cefia showed up, and for some reason the captain eyed her with suspicion, along with them being followed. Before he could have a say in the matter for the trailing ship, the meeting was dropped.
Sighing in relief, Vashnar just leaned on the railing and took everything in. The sea, the wind, the gulls flying overhead. When he snapped out of it his "recruit" was introducing himself, saying his name is Derick. Grapsing the hand with great force and his gauntlets, Vashnar quickly let go before saying [white] "Nice to meet you Derick, I'm Vashnar; since these guys believe me to be your superior, you have to follow my orders until we reach our next destination. Is that understood?"[/white]. Before turning to Cefia and addressing her not as orderly. [white]"Thanks for getting us aboard a vessel in time; any second later and the guards would been back on our tails again. If you don't mind me asking Cefia; why did the captain seem unhappy with you? And if so; why'd he let you on board?"[/white]
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Post by Cefia on Jul 18, 2012 19:38:59 GMT -6
Cefia watched the other crew go about whatever they were doing before returning her attention to only two men on the ship she trusted. Sure she had only recently met Vashnar but he didn't have a good reason to want to slit her throat in her sleep. She tried to enjoy the sea as much as she could, even in such awkward situations. When the other two asked why the captain and crew acted so strangely around her, she had to let out a sigh. She shrugged her shoulders forward as to signal how tired she was before finally spilling the beans.
"Well th' crew I was originally wit' didn' 'ave jolly relations wit' 'tis one here, I punched th' cap'n thar a couple 'o times, I don't reckon he has forgiven me..." she coughed up, her pirate accent coming back up due to their current location. She scratched the back of her head and switched over to something far more formal for the sake of making more sense.
"I believe the only reason I am not yest deceased is due to this treasure map. Fortunately for you, I manage to convince them that we have no association with one another. It was hardly difficult especially with your militaristic look against my more... crude attire," she explained further, hoping they were satisfied enough by her simple explanations.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 18, 2012 20:25:22 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you Derick, I'm Vashnar; since these guys believe me to be your superior, you have to follow my orders until we reach our next destination. Is that understood?" Derick stared at the man incredulously, he had certainly been up front about that! Not that it bothered Derick, exactly, he wasn't prideful. It was just...odd. "Uhm...Yes sir?" He went to salute Vashnar and blanked, shocked at the fact that he could forget such basic protocol, Derick threw him a lazy salute and was rescued by the deck pitching again, launching Derick 3 paces to the right.
Vashnar didn't appear to be done breaking taboo there though, as he directed this question at Cefia: "why did the captain seem unhappy with you? And if so; why'd he let you on board?" Derick had chosen to believe that it had just been meeting a fellow pirate or some fault of the captain. Or perhaps I'm just biased towards her. To Derick's surprise, Cefia actually responded.
Derick looked at Vashnar sideways as she finished her explanation. He had grown used to both of Cefia's dialects, but he wasn't so sure the new guy could keep up. Derick shifted his gaze back towards Cefia, "So what you're saying..." he spoke slowly, still putting two and two together, "is that it would be beneficial if we kept our military ranks." Meaning I'm a recruit again...
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Post by Cefia on Jul 23, 2012 21:05:11 GMT -6
Cefia let out a sigh, not wanting to answer Derick. She didn't want to displease the young man but hey sometimes you can't make people happy. Her posture seemed to slouch a bit as she craned her neck. There was an obvious unease about her but it wasn't from just telling Derick what he needed to do. It was quite frustrating dealing with other pirates, especially ones that you feared would slit your throat at night.
"Yes, that would be favorable, it would be best if you were to appear as my acquaintance," she finally managed to say, patting the young man on the shoulder. It shouldn't be too bad, Vashnar didn't seem to be a bad man. As far as that was concerned, Cefia was perhaps the most morally askew of the group. Not that she had ever killed a child or the like but she had done a number of plundering.
"I apologize for the inconvenience but this should be resolved once we are separated from these men and women," she managed to say, taking a look over her shoulder out of caution. This was also when the ship hit a nasty wave. She knew how to keep her balance and grabbed Derick's shoulder moments before to help him keep steady.
"It will be some time, better break into those sea legs," she winked with good nature as she let go of the young man.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 24, 2012 10:11:22 GMT -6
Derick watched Cefia with a touch of concern in his eyes. He hadn't seen her behave like this before, heck, back in Scorpion Cave, NOTHING had fazed her. Yet at the moment, her slouched posture and wary glances at the other pirates made her seem...exhausted. This observation, paired with the reassuring way she patted his shoulder plate, decided things for him. "Yes ma'am." Derick gave her the same lazy salute he had given Vashnar, why couldn't he get that right anymore?
Derick winced, bracing for impact as the deck rolled under his feet again, he couldn't get used to the ground being...mobile. To his great surprise, he remained upright, Derick opened his eyes only to find Cefia's arm holding him steady. "Yes ma'am..." he grumbled in response to her comment about finding his sea legs. He felt as though his blood was reaching a near simmer from lack of battle lately, all he wanted at the present was a good fight.
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Post by Cefia on Jul 25, 2012 22:01:43 GMT -6
"Hey Cefia, help me with this!" a pirate called out as he approached her holding a crate. She rolled her eyes as she grabbed hold of the box. When he let go, she realized exactly how heavy it was. There was a grin when he waved a thanks and went off to do whatever else work he had probably. It has been like this ever since she got on the ship. She readjusted her grip on the box before looking at Derick.
"I can help you break into those sea legs if you would like," she offered as she indicated quickly for him to follow with a wave of her hand. The crate rested on her for a moment but she managed to balance herself. Without hearing an answer she finally made her way down towards the storage area of the ship. Even when the ship lurched again, she managed to stay on course with no difficulty.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jul 27, 2012 14:16:38 GMT -6
Derick watched the pirate as he lumbered off, how did he know Cefia's name? Then again, for all Derick knew they probably knew his name too, but 'boy' and 'lad' were just more fitting to them. The very thought made Derick shake his head in exasperation. He was startled out of his thoughts as Cefia adjusted the box with a surprised huff of breath.
"I can help you break into those sea legs if you would like," Derick stared at her blankly for a moment, sea legs? The deck bucked yet again, but this time Derick managed to stay in one spot. "Y-yes, I'd like that." He started to move after but froze as his armor locked into place. With a snarl he unstrapped every piece of the armor and stowed it in a forsaken corner of the deck. "I'm coming!" Derick scrambled across the ship, it was much easier to catch up without being encased in metal.
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Post by Cefia on Jul 29, 2012 19:51:09 GMT -6
"Great, to begin, try not to get crushed to death," Cefia smiled as she practically threw the crate she was carrying at Derrick. The shipped began to jerk again almost immediately after she let go. She frowned as she even found it a little rough but she was still standing in the end. Not turning to check on her friend, she continued to walk down to the lower deck. The young man knew how to survive and that was for sure. Hopefully the crate wouldn't be too heavy for him but it felt that way for her. She was the person carrying a number of axes constantly.
Below the deck, there was a number of other workers bustling about. The infrastructure appeared safe enough and she had been in a number of ships that could have sunk at any moment or a small tap. She looked around to find a spot to place crate as soon as possible before seeing a stack in the corner. It had a number of other crates stacked already but that was the wonder of square objects.
"Over here!" she called for Derick as she shuffled to make room for the small crate before another buck of the ship.
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