[System]
Age: 132

Sex: Female

Appearance: Caucasian female standing at 162 cm with a thin build perfect for confined spaces an engineer has to crawl through on a daily basis. Small frame also requires a lower daily intake of calories. Weighs about 60 kg. Mostly keeps a neutral expression, but her left eye twitches whenever she gets agitated. Speaks at a rapid rate.

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:

Former co-workers describe Ms. Tangeman as practical, work-oriented and straightforward with no social life. Her mother described her as stubborn. Subject has a tendency to voice her mind whether it's appropriate or not. Combined with her stubborn nature, this has led to disciplinary action in the past, but may be used to the Party's advantage, as the subject will not back down when challenged, allowing overseers to manipulate her into doing something she herself thought impossible.

I'm recommending the subject for an engineering role due to her vast experience with ship maintenance, but her troubling attitude makes her unfit for further stay at her current post. It should be noted the suspect and her mother never got along and she has no other family.

- Dr. Richard Franklin, Party appointed psychologist, Silaris shipyards.

Traits:
* Stubborn - Has her own mind and always thinks she's right. Something for the overseer to be extra mindful of.
* Level-headed - Little fazes her. Whether it's due to bravery or resignation is unknown.
* Creative - Can figure out a solution to most tech problems, though often kitbashed and everything but safe.

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [ASTRID TANGEMAN] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fulfill as the ship's [ENGINEER] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

*TBD*

Package:

Organ Removal

You undergo a special treatment to have your organs removed and replaced with cheap, clunky cybernetic ones instead. With exception to your brain you have spare, healthy, compatible organ waiting to be implanted for the worst case scenario.

5 pp

Class B Inspector Space Suit

Your standard jumpsuit is replaced with a tight fitting one piece rubbery suit. Several special insulated materials stop you from dying from the freezing depths of space, stops you getting sick from hazardous materials. A fish bowel helmet springs out of a wide plastic neck area.

Oxygen tanks not included.

10 pp

Vermin Suit

A full body hard suit with a long pointing head and eye holes similair to a rat. Tubes and cans are evenly spread out all over it which help a specialized cooliant circulant inside its rubbery body. The suit offers almost no pratical protection but defends the user from the the burning effects of plasma, intense heat, fire and even reflects acid due to the strange lamenated texture in interconecting points.

Comes with a small oxygen tank.

10 pp

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[User]
Picard. Void Treader. Angel Dust. Red Room. Lucy. Soup Server. Harpoon. Picard. Void Treader. Angel Dust. Red Room. Lucy. Soup Server. Harpoon. Mond's eyes flicked between each one, glancing about at the exteriors. The long and slender yacht, the body and robust cargo ship, and the multipurpose vessel grabbing his attention the most. Though without knowing what was going on in each individual ship, all the choices were basically going to be made on face value. Mustafa considered each one for a final time. The yacht would be nice, but likely the insides were stripped clean by servicers over the years; the cargo ship, a repossessed vessel, would simply make them a target for any Corsair looking to make a quick buck. But Lucy. There was definitely potential.

"I suppose, with a lick of paint and a new name Lucy could be adequate." He spoke, over the rabble, minimizing the AI's sprite to occupy a small corner, apologizing to Cake, as he brought up a slowly spinning projection of the Ship. "Why someone would want to get rid of it is also a small concern, as it doesn't seem to have been repossessed, and no reason for sale is given." Agreeing with what Astrid had said about perfectly good ships. He mulled over it a little longer, before knocking a knuckle against the display, confirming his choice in his mind. With no small help from Cake's Prognosis and Astrid's, who seemed tech savvy, agreement with the AI. Mond was reasonable, and airing towards the Lucy anyway, if the rest of the crew liked it, then certainly it would be the best choice.

"And if it turns out to be utter garbage, well, I suppose if we all pick it there will be no one to blame."

[Assistant]
DOCKING PHASE

The vast horizion of ships stare blankly at the crew from all directions, a vague indescriminate pale light reflects nothing in the vizors and hulls of the audience as the name of their decision echoes down into the infinite of scrap before them. A slow whirling crunches tension under it in a loud, grinding activity of metal tendons hidden away that thrust the platform forward then stops with a sudden force. Then meekly it starts again moving gently across and over the scalps of the many stored ships. A electronic voice fizzes out.

"CONFIRMED: MOVING D.P.U TO DESIGNATION 355 OUT OF 2509" In a neutral, nearly screeching chord of a voice so loud it's akin to shoving a dirty microphone in your ear.

As the platform moved across two barely visible rail lines the light lost it's sickly, equally dispersed effect on the ships, just for a minute you could swear a ray of relfection followed you all down after hearing the designation akin to akwardly examining eyes. You pass through many ships, some forces the platform rises up to that of a small building to pass over while their empty maw of their massive cannons yawn at you and others were so small that anything short of a child would have to crunch themselves up to sit in. A series of beeps blurted out as it got closer, followed by that same voice estimating the remaining minutes to arrival. It took 20.

"DESIGNATION ARRIVAL IN 3"

A vast military ship tries poorly to blend in, a sleek set of wings sprayed out like a proud eagle as its long, spear-like gun reaches far overhead of another ship. The Platform passes it like shrubbery.

"2"

Another heavy, robust brick of a ship that was a mock re-imaginating of a truck from earth grinned at you with it's grill front. You see a massive array of cargo space and the vague light of little pleasures through the window. A coffee machine and a vertiable small army of little animal figurines wave you off with a smile, not moving as you go on.

"1"

So many ships were lined together on your approach. Was it the sleek looking ex-race ship, you could still see the slick numbers of 11 painted but worn out on it's back. It's thrusters were big and imposing, bigger than its own hull. No. You pass it, it must be the ship next to it, a yacht of luxury. Still fresh white, lacking any weapons but you could see the jacuzzi glowing slightly inside. Then it appeared, rising up from between the two.

It didn't take a degree for you to recognize what exactly Lucy was.

A class S+ versatile light ship developed by the Orchinko corperation on Earth, known as the Star Seer. You also know that this make is roughly around 500 years old and one of the first ever ships to become commercially open to the average citizen. It's a relic. The melancholic blue was scratched off from years of hull exposure and dents bruised its blocky hull all about. You couldn't tell where the armor started and the machine began, the parts seemed to just meld into each other in a vague mash up of abstract shape based art.

As the platform slowly lowered you down you saw three duck-shaped metal feet keeping it to the floor, you swear you could see it tremble and you just hope that was the plat form vibrating approach doing that and not the ship itself. A mirror copy of the ballistic anti-hazard cannon sat below its gut.

You start to suspect that maybe the last owner who vouched for it's quality was a tad....little bit...perhaps just slightly...affected by a personal sentimental value for her. "Best in it's feild" obviously didn't include the date in that assessment.

@Bazmund@Starlance@datadogie@officaz@MythicGaming@Eyelid@Sylvan

[User]
Mond's tablet began to ping and chirp as the lift drew them closer to their ship, his eyes darting around at all the other vessels they passed, marveling and judging in equal measure. For Mustafa the choice was signed and sealed, Lucy would be theirs and they likely would not survive to get another if they lost her. So there was no reason to admire the others. He did regardless. Looking down at the tablet that hung in his hand, he was being bombarded with ship information and specifications, systems and data sheets on every aspect. He brought the tablet to his face and gave the information a glance. On the outside he held his poise, on the inside he was being overwhelmed, as information streamed across his vision. He would need a Cake plugin for his tablet, this much was for certain.

In the meantime he fiddled with the settings, running an algorithm to simplify it to something he could more easily and quickly absorb. Before settling in for the night and giving everything an in depth appraisal. Mond returned to the documents to find that they had all been filed away and instead replaced with a simple but efficient read out.

The previous owner of the ship seemed to be a no-nonsense kind of man, this directly went against what he saw as they approached the ship. 'Sentiment, indeed.' Mond thought to himself, he would have to get Astrid on inspecting the hull's integrity rather soon. The ship was built, it seemed, for bearable, long term voyages, upgraded to improve upon its glaring weaknesses. It was fitted with upgraded hygiene facilities (showers), and automated dispensaries which interfaced with the recyclers somehow (vending machines). Mond approved of the first, hygiene was important, and if he had to suffer the same vacuum 'showers' he had to use for six years, he would be very upset. The cafe was also a choice which he could appreciate, it seemed like on that long journey it was one of the few things that kept him sane, good food, there were days when the food prep AI went awry and they had to subsist off of the ration powders. Had he needed to do that the whole time, he most likely would have lost his composure.

Vending machines were a strange choice, but the more he thought of it, the more sense it made, they were much more convenient than any recycler, they could be reprogrammed as a reward system, and they could host a whole menagerie of goods. Though the read out did not seem to say what they stocked. He would have to check them individually, as much as he wanted to trust the inventory that was supplied by the party, he wanted to take a look at everything himself. However, there were still the added utilities to take into consideration. An improved radar system, with improved capabilities regarding more detailed scans; as well as added external thrusters for tighter maneuvering in times of finesse and egress.

Mustafa was happy with the added extras, though he was sure there would be room for improvement farther down the line, especially as he scrolled through the other aspects of the ship. He frowned, the AI would need more processors, as much as he knew it wasn't a person, he felt like with its role it needed more space than it had. Mond looked up from his tablet as the ship approached, tucking it under his arm and picking up his luggage case. As the platform eased to a rusty stop at the door, he reached forwards, touching the door.

"Shall we rename her?"

[Assistant]
"No. Bloody. Way. I'll be dead in two weeks from workload alone. This! This was the best ship of those available?" she sighed, her face buried in her palms in desperation. "On second thought, at least we didn't get one of the old Thedas-class freighters, though that's probably because all forty of them were fortunately scrapped nine years ago. That, and you wouldn't fit, those things were built for midgets." she tried to find some sliver of good news, gesturing to the meat mountain security officer as she added the last bit. "According to old tradition, renaming a ship brings misfortune. Though I have to wonder if this can get any worse, just look at it. The power core on this thing was considered ancient by the time it was designed." she shared in response to Mustafa's question.

"Well, that's one more ship class for the tech journal, didn't think these were still found outside salvage yards and museums." she thought out loud as she entered the ship, taking in the smell of dusty air and mold. "On the bright...ish side, it runs on almost nothing, so we shouldn't find ourselves out of fuel anytime soon. That being said, you lot probably already figured out where you can find me from my incessant tech-whining, so that's where I'll be if needed for something. If you feel a rapid rise in temperature or your organs shutting down due to radiation exposure, run. Then again, in the latter case, don't bother. Until later." she finished and headed for the engineering bay.

Astrid entered her new workplace, sighing at the state of it. There was something sad about seeing the heart of the ship like this - silent, empty and cold. Something one would expect from such a place was just missing, like poker without betting. She set her bag down and got to work setting up, removing the plastic foils covering the instrument panels, careful not to upset all the dust they've gathered, and dumping them into an unused space next to the door, unaware of their janitor's rampant OCD and retrieved her inspection tablet. "Don't fret, little junker, I'll have you back up and running in a day's time." she whispered as if trying to comfort the ship while marking down all the things she had to do before she could clear the ship for departure. "So how about you don't kill us all in the next hundred years? Sounds good?" She opened a media player in a separate window on the tablet and set up a playlist, one particular track striking her as appropriate to start with. It was shaping up to be a long day.


[System]
Age: 38
Occupation/Role: TDC Operative, guard of Project Zasshu
Appearance: (An image or description is fine)
Beige skin tone, black curly hair. Stands at about 179cm tall.

Personality:
After surviving countless missions-including the devastating New San Fransisco incident- Mir's generic reaction against life threatening situations have become dull. Instinctual fear of death still kick in, but he learned to put his priorities on solving(which is usually running away from the giant monster) the problem. He likes to joke about his survivals as luck, joking of how many lotteries he would've won if he didn't sign up for TDC.
During his career Mir was teamed up with various individuals, and therefore learned to get along with various types of people. He can cooperate with no problem, being able to set aside personal feelings for the mission to go smoothly. He tries not to hold stereotypes against people until he's sure he knows them in a very personal level.
After all the struggles against the Tenshi, Mir finds them more interesting than terrifying. After surviving a handful of encounters, he learned to be more observant about them. All the while trying to walk away from it alive. So when he was introduced to the project Zasshu, he accepted it with pure curiosity for the results.

Backstory:
Mir joined TDC as an ordinary soldier, one of many who were deployed in the case of a Tenshi attack. His first mission took place in New San Francisco, where the two Archons left nothing but ruins. Mir, along with his comrades, protected and evacuated as much civilians as possible. Ever since, the man was deployed for countless big and small Tenshi attacks, somehow managing to go through the incidents without dying. He himself describes it as "sheer luck".
The sheer amount of experience he had allowed him to climb the ranks among the TDC Operatives, helping write and edit their field manuals and research Tenshi behaviors. Recently he was directly contacted to assist the Project Zasshu, where he was summoned to Japan to escort the project.

Other:
-He likes shrimps. I added this solely because there were shrimps on the dinner menu today.
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[User]
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TDI Aegis Base, 20 kilometers north of Old Tokyo

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Major Akane Mitsuishi looked up at the incoming transport VTOL as rain poured down in sheets. Thunder rumbled overhead, though between the VTOL's thrusters and the rain, she could hardly hear it. As the dropship touched down, she took a breath before stepping out onto the landing pad. She strode towards the rear hatch as it lowered. Soldiers stepped out into the rain, carrying weapons and equipment. But she wasn't hear for them.

Mitsuishi was here for the teenagers behind them. She stepped into the dropship's cargo bay, glancing over the group. Though recognizable as human, they all had unique traits, some more noticeable than others. But, as her charge had taught her in the last few years, they were still human. "My name is Akane Mitsuishi, and I'll be acting as your liaison for the duration of your time here," she said. "I know you weren't allowd to bring very many of your belongings with, and I apologize for that. But I hope that you'll be able to settle in."

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Shirona stared hard at the eight objects from her collection that she'd set aside at Major Akane's request. For whatever reason, the major had insisted that Shirona give the other Zasshu a welcome gift. Being a bit of a hoarder, the girl had taken hours sorting through her treasures and deciding which she'd be willing to part with. But she'd narrowed it down to eight things, and that's what mattered.

She suddenly froze. The Tenshi-song, as she called it, had changed slightly. It was a bit louder, as if there was a Tenshi inside the base. There hadn't been any alarms, so that wasn't the case. Shirona listened harder. It wasn't one signal, but several, all coming from the same location. Shirona hopped up. "They're here!"

Akane had told her about who was coming. She had been shocked to learn that she wasn't the only human with Tenshi DNA in her blood. But now she was equal parts excited and nervous. I hope they're friendly.

But somehow, she very much doubted that they'd all get along like a happy family.

[Assistant]
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Lindy Carlson ~ Project Medusa

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@Yankee @Metatrooper @AlternateMan

Lindy shivered, not just from the wave of cold. Admittedly, that was bad enough, the draft the open hatch let in stinging her skin even though her thick clothes. What set her on edge even more, though, was the duty ahead of her, and of the eight other Zasshu. Tenshi signals hummed all around her, bringing back memories of that day five years ago. There was no reason to fear the others, they were human just like her, she knew that - but it wasn't them she was wary of. It was herself, and what could happen if she couldn't cope with the upcoming mission.

She pulled up the large hood of her jacket, curling the serpentine appendages that protruded from her head into it. Partly to shield them from the cold, and partly because the gesture felt like keeping her Archon side under control. As weird as it was not to be able to see all around her like this, hopefully she and the others would be somewhere warm soon.

Her only reply to Akane's introduction was a small smile. With a deep breath of damp-smelling air, she moved to the side so she could see past the Zasshu in front of her, while repeating four words in her mind. Don't mess this up. Don't mess this up. Don't mess this up...

... Only to step on someone's foot. Cringing, she backed away, snake heads peeking out of the hood so as to watch where she was going better this time. "Ah! I-I'm sorry!"

What a great start to the team-up.

[User]
Working for an organization against the giant monsters as a soldier that fights giant monsters was a tiresome job. But it also yielded interesting stories to tell people about, like watching two giant monsters fight. Or shooting at an angry monster.
Being assigned to guard a super secret group of monster-human hybrid teenagers... even if he was allowed to spill the ideas, it sounded quite crazy of an idea.

As his ride finally touched the ground, Mir let out a small sigh of relief. In this violent rain, with the possibility of one of those Tenshi's showing up in the middle of their ride, they made it without a scratch. Cool, very cool.

Soldiers who carried cargo unloaded the equipments out of the ship as the hatch opened. Mir, however, stayed behind. As the major approached, he answered with a salute and stepped aside so she could talk to the kids.

The operative waited as the Zasshu's and the Major got used to each other, ready to follow.


[System]
Gender: Female
Rank: Leader
Appearance: Rather tall for a cat, she is built lean and lithe, with a narrow face and a long tail. She is primarily a pale silvery white in color with thin light grey stripes across her back, neck, tail, lower forelegs, and three stripes each on either cheek and forehead. The backs of her sharply pointed ears and the end of her tail are a solid, Slightly darker grey. Her eyes are a piercing clear blue.
Brief Background: When she was an apprentice, Robinstar had never had high ambitions for herself or her future, simply desiring to be a strong warrior and an asset to her clan. She had passing thoughts of one day perhaps becoming a mentor or mother, but could never picture herself in a leader ship position. So it certainly surprised her win, after her father Ashpelt retired to the life of an elder after being the deputy for many years, the then leader of CragClan, Molestar, approached her with the request that she become the next deputy. She didn't think she was good enough for the position, actually bringing this up to her leader. She remembers vividly the look of amusement that had crossed his face and the words he spoke to her. "Your worthiness lies in the strength of your heart Robinwind. You simply can't see that because it is hidden within your chest. But I have seen your heart in your eyes." After spending a sleepless night pondering over his statement, Robinstar accepted the position gratefully, resolved to continue to serve her clan through the strength of her love and commitment for them.

She hadn't expected that the experience of being deputy would be so brief lived. Not a moon and a half had gone by before trouble rose within the territory, a badger attempting to make it self at home near the river. Molestar himself headed the patrol that would attempt to drive the intruder out, fighting fiercely when the badger went after one of the younger warriors. Intercepting the attack that had been meant for the other cat, Molestar managed to scratch out one of the badger's eyes, Even as his own body was being crushed in its jaws. As the badger retreated, the patrol was shocked to realize that their leader had given up his last life to protect one of his warriors.

As leader of CragClan today, Robinstar keeps the memory of Molestar Close to her heart, using his example of selfless love to guide and direct the cats she has promised to protect.
Family: Ashpelt - father, Sandnose - mother - deceased, Silverleaf - brother

Name: Eagleleap
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: She is rather long and wiry, with a narrow angular face, slanted eyes, and tall pointed ears. Her fur is primarily black in color and is rather short, but is very soft to the touch. Across her back, partially up her neck, and halfway down her tail the dark coloring is interrupted by a marbled silver pattern that is brightest in the center and fades out along the edges. Her nose and pads are both pale pink. Her eyes are a much more noticeable feature, contrasting against her dark pelt as a rather vivid hunter green in color.
Brief Background: Eagleleap was born and raised in GrassClan in a litter of three. Even from a young age, she knew she wanted to be a warrior, wanted to do everything she could to help her clan.

As an apprentice, she met and gradually fell in love with Pinepaw, Who would later be given the name Pinefrost and become her mate. The big grey tabby quickly became her safe place in the world, her strength and support. It didn't take them long to decide to have their own kits.

A week after her and Pinefrost's kits were born, an unexpected bout of greencough struck the clan. And even though they took precautions, Eagleleap was alarmed when her mate developed worrisome symptoms, the stubborn Tom putting it up to exhaustion and brushed it aside until even he couldn't deny that he was ill. Not wanting to further risk getting his little family sick, he took himself to the medicine cat's den.

Unfortunately, it hadn't been soon enough.
With sorrow heavy in her heart, the she cat watched as her newborn kits started to refuse milk, coughing wracking their tiny bodies. And although the medicine cats did all they could, her kits were too little...

And if that wasn't enough that any one Kat could take, painful news came to her later that evening that Pinefrost had also lost the battle with his own illness. Family gone, Eagleleap sank into a numbing sorrow that withdrew her from everyone for a time, refusing to speak, to eat.

When she finally started to come back to herself, going about daily routines, Eagleleap started to notice that the other cats were looking at her differently. She couldn't ignore the looks of sympathy, of pity, combined with hushed voices and whispers, and it slowly started to eat away at her. She didn't know how she would be expected to let her sorrow heal with the constant reminder that she had to live with each day. As a full moon gathering approached, she was desperate for an escape and did the only thing that she could think of to save herself. She approached one of the other clan leaders and pleaded to be allowed to join their clan.

Shock and out rage were the initial reactions from the leaders, nothing of the sort had ever been done among the clans, except for Robinstar, whom Eagleleap had made the request of. The clan leader was surprised, but not angry. After coaxing The entirety of the story out of the she cat, the CragClan leader held counsel with the other leaders. After the passing of a quarter moon, they reached the unusual decision to grant Eagleleap's request and she left her past behind her without a backward glance, embracing the change of entering into CragClan, hoping her new family will learn to except her one day.
Family: None

Name: Birchwhisker
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: He is a very large cat, with a thick build, broad head, and ample amounts of fur to cover it all. His base color is a deep chocolate brown that is then mottled and blended with black on the top of his head, his cheeks, neck, back, flanks, and tail. Along the backs of each of his legs, the fur is solidly black, looking almost as if each of his legs have been pulled through very dark mud. With black whiskers, nose, and pads, the only light colored part of his appearance are his eyes, which are a bright amber.
Brief Background: He's enjoyed a relatively average life overall, living faithful to his clan, protecting their territory, and trying not to let himself come off as overly grumpy. He occasionally succeeds on the latter. The one truly extraordinary event that he feels is noteworthy in his life is the fact that the former clan leader, Molestar, saved him from going to StarClan. He had barely been a Warrior for a season when a badger attempted to move into CragClan Territory, but was still asked to be part of the group that would attempt to drive the intruder off. As the cats fought and evaded, he was shocked when the badger quite abruptly whirled on him, knocking him prone with a blunt paw and diving in for the attack. He was even more surprised when Molestar was suddenly there, the brown tabby taking the blow instead, even managing to severely injure the badger before he died. Ever since that day, Birchwhisker tries to live his life to the fullest, viewing it as a gift from his former leader, and does his best to protect his clan mates, even if that means that one day he might need to give up his life in order to save one of them.
Family: None

Name: Silverleaf
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Lean and powerful, he makes a great effort to keep his body healthy and strong. His fur is of a medium length, longer on his tail and belly, and is primarily a dark dusky orange in color. His muzzle, front paws, and end of his tail are colored cream. His eyes, like his sister, are bright blue in color, though the shape is more angled on his face.
Brief Background:
Family: Ashpelt - father, Sandnose - mother - deceased, Robinstar - sister

Name: Ashpelt
Gender: Tom
Rank: Elder
Appearance: Once a large and muscular cat, retirement to the life of an elder has seen to adding some weight to his frame, though he tries to keep it under control. His fur is primarily a light gray in color, striped across his back, legs, tail, and face with darker gray. White has started to make an appearance on his muzzle, much to his chagrin, and has also started to affect the fur inside his ears. His eyes, though dimming with age, are a vivid yellow-green.
Brief Background: Though you wouldn't tell just by looking at him, he came to the clan as a young kittypet That had been abandoned by his twoleggers. He quickly warmed up to the idea of becoming a warrior cat after the soft life of being a Kittypet and happily became an apprentice. He excelled In his lessons and easily made friends with the other apprentices and warriors. Putting his past life behind him, he proudly became a warrior and diligently protected his clan with a fierce fighting style and an easy laugh to cheer others up. He was surprised, But rather pleased, when the former leader asked him to become the deputy. He served many seasons in that position, happy to be so fully excepted into the warrior life. When he finally accepted The fact that he was growing far too stiff to properly maintain his duties as a deputy and warrior, he was proud to pass the mantle on to his daughter.
Family: Sandnose - mate - deceased, Robinstar - daughter, Silverleaf - son

Name: Poppykit
Gender: Female
Rank: Kit
Moons: 1 1/2
Warrior Name To Be: Poppyfeather
Appearance: She is an energetic she kit that is a cute split of orange and white. Her tail, back, ears, and the top of her neck and head are colored with Orange while Her legs, belly, and bottom half of her neck and face are the brightest of whites. Several darker orange stripes ring the length of her tail. Her eyes, which are usually widened in surprise or excitement, are bicolored, the left being blue and write a green.
Brief Background: She has no family, having been discovered in the trees near the river by a patrol. She doesn't remember who her parents are, what clan she originally comes from, how she ended up where she was discovered, or even what her name was. She was named by the nursery cat after showing a great interest in a patch of poppy flowers that she very determinedly tried to spend the entire day hiding under.
Family: Unknown

[User]
Barkpaw was just waking up.

He yawned and stretched his tongue out before he brought it back closing his jaws with a clop. Walking outside of his small cave barkpaw sat down and closed his eyes letting the morning sun wash over him. After spending a couple more minutes like that he meowed softly and got up then began to walk to the medicine cats cave for his daily chores. Nimbly working his way up the mountain side he reached the kats cave. Seeing that his mentor wasn't there be began to work on his chores as a apprentice.

Grabbing certain leaves with his mouth barkpaw began to sort the herbs by color and smell. Putting pungent herbs with the other pungent herbs and the lightly colored ones with the same type. Barkpaws tongue witch at first had been to sensitive to sort the herbs had slowly lost its ability to taste over the years. As a result he was able to handle most herbs that certain apprentices or even medicine kats couldn't handle. Purring in satisfaction after they had been properly sorted barkpaw laid in his corner to take a quick nap.

[Assistant] Boris walked to the edge of the forest, and stared out into the cool shadows. He knows he shouldn't enter....but he's so hungry, and the scent of prey from the trees is so strong. He licks his lips, his growling belly paining him once again. He takes a few hesitant steps into the trees, and sniffs around hopefully. He can smell so much prey, but he can also smell those wild cats that live out here. He knows he'll have to be quick. He follows the scent of a mouse, and quickly pounces on it, biting it's neck to keep it from escaping. He looks around, near fanatically. No sign of them.... He begins eating the mouse in quick gulps, looking around nervously.

[User]
Stepping up to the deputy, Robinstar touched her nose to his briefly in greeting. "Stagthorn, I hope I find you well," she meowed warmly, her eyes surveying the tom. Her gaze then traveled around the camp, seemingly random at first, but her thoughts were made clear as she continued on. "I wanted to ask you if you could recruit a couple of warriors to inspect the snake holes we have blocked up around camp. Ashpelt swears he caught hint of snake near the sunning rocks yesterday," she explained, gesturing with her tail towards a grouping of flat topped rocks near the elder's cave. "I doubt it really was a snake, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."

The clan hadn't seen trouble from snakes in what felt like countless moons, but stories of cats being poisoned in the past were enough to keep everyone alert for such a danger. Hoping she would never have to face such a situation in her time as leader, Robinstar cast one last glance towards the sunning rocks before returning her bright blue gaze to Stagthorn.

"I'm also volunteering to join a hunting patrol, if you haven't already gotten one together," she then said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she looked over the meager remains of the fresh kill pile. "I don't know about you, but I've seen more appetizing mice than that."

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"Thank StarClan! I'm so glad you found her. She must've slipped out when I was still sleeping," Tansy, the dark cream queen that watched over the nursery, meowed quickly as Eagleleap and Birchwhisker approached, a look of relief spreading across her face.

Eagleleap passed a comforting touch of her tail over the other she cat's back as Birchwhisker deposited Poppykit into the nearest nest. "It's no problem Tansy. I'm just glad we were able to catch her in the end. She's fast," the Black and silver warrior replied, twitching her whiskers in a half amused sort of way as she glanced towards the now sulking kit.

Birchwhisker snorted. "You can say that again," he grumbled as he turned and headed out of the nursery cave.

Rolling her eyes slightly, Eagleleap said her farewells to the queen and padded out of the cave herself, bright green gaze sweeping over the camp. Taking in a deep breath, she held it for a second before starting off in the direction of the medicine cave. She had wrenched her shoulder a few days before and chasing after Poppykit had aggravated the injury somewhat. Bluetail had treated her when it had first happened, so she wanted to ask the medicine cat if she had better take something for it again. Better safe than sorry. Climbing carefully up the small uneven rise to the cave entrance, she poked her head inside.

"Bluetail? Are you awake?" she called saufley, before she spotted the other cat curled up in a corner. "Oh, sorry Barkpaw, I didn't see you there."


[System]
"Life is like a hole, it's dark and endless."

Age:
13

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Poor
Power Descriptions:
Power of the Seven Deadly Sins (Religion, not anime)

Skills:
Hand to hand combat

Personality: Avary is usually pretty dark and brooding, because of his being raised by a gang, and trying to be being killed by demons for most of his life. Since he's like this he usually doesn't make friends, and those who try to be his friend he pushes away. But he can sometimes be fun and mischievous if you break down his internal wall which rarely happens. So good luck with that.

Biography:
Avary was abandoned as a child by his mother, not intentionally, it was because she had to to protect Avary. He was taken in by a local gang and was raised to steal and con, but the one bright part in his life is is best friend/crush (Avary, "She and me are just friend, geez."), and recently, he died, but was brought back and he found out his parentage, his father was the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, Greed/Avarice.

Likes: Pizza, Ren, his demonic and angelic friends, the good Demon Spawn.

Dislikes: People, all other demons and angels, God, the Devil.

Fears: None, that he has ever told anyone.

Weaknesses: Losing his friends.

Other:
He has an Immortal Metal sword, Immortal Metal is one of the strongest materials in the worlds.

Theme Song:

[User]
@Overlord24

Ayeka shows Alex her wound, she should wait here for both Alex to come back from the back room . She could not help but start laughing again. At least the other patrons of the bar thinks she is drunk at the moment.

[Assistant]
"Not even my powers can navigate this place sometimes. She's tricky, and she likes to be a bit mischievous. We keep exotic items in the back for this reason. And I'm gonna keep an eye on you, just so I know you're not stealing. Can never be too careful." She opens the door for Alex and gestures towards the black pit that is the store room. As he steps in, the lights turn on, row by room, seemingly going on for eternity.

The Tavern is full of surprises. It seems from the outside that this room shouldn't exist, and no one knows why it does, but its better not to question Her.

[User]
@timelord1101
Alex nodded to Ayeka, he was worried about her. He went looking with Alex. "Why would I steal, Other Alex? And if you don't like my more, regal form, maybe you'd appreciate my other form Lady Alex?" Alex said and the light consumed him, and he went into his hoodie and sweats. "So, you have purple eyes to? Is tere a story behind that?"

[Assistant]
Walking along the corridor of shelves, she looks at the tags, making sure they were headed in the right direction. Calling behind her, "Just making sure."

Continuing down the hall, she sees the exotic section. "My eyes?" She pauses, "They are a manifestation of my power. The more they glow, the more power I am using." She would't tell him what the power was, that's not necessary. "My 5 brothers and I have different colors for the different powers." She smiled sadly at the thought of her brothers, wondering if their cause was one to be worth the trouble. Rummaging through the shelves, she mutters to herself. "Rurgal, Rurgal, Rurgal... Ah. Here it is." She picked up a box and handed it to the Other Alex. "There you go. Do you know what to do with it?"

[User] Ayeka nods back as her pink eyes are glazed over from laughing hard again. She lays her head in her hands to control the laughter a little bit. She tries closing her eyes to focus on meditating on the pain inside to start her body from shaking so badly.

[Assistant] "Not entirely sure. Interesting about yor eyes though, especially since I met another Alex with purple eyes." Alex asked, looking for a book on what to do. "So, I'm guessing there is an incantation since this is from a god."

[User]
Another Alex with purple eyes? Maybe it was a cousin of hers. She knew that her extended family was bit large, but she didn't know of another Alex. She'd have to ask one of her brothers. "How long ago did you meet this Alex?" She was still searching the shelf for something with instructions.

Picking up a book that wasn't on the shelf a moment before, she flipped through the pages until she came to an interesting looking page with gold and black lettering. It had Rurgal written in dripping gold that seemed to glow. "The only thing I can find in this mess is this book written in Syldavian. It references the Rotten Rabbit Rank of Rurgal but we have to find someone who can read it properly. Syldavian is not a very common language, but I'm sure someone in the tavern can help." Alex knows Dorian is a very educated person, maybe he could translate. Alex closes the book and starts walking back down the corridor. " I'm going to take this to Dorian and see what he can do." @Dark Light

[Assistant] "I'm talking about you. Your Alex and have purple eyes, and I'm Alex and have purple eyes." Alex said to her. "I know a little of Syldavian, but not enough." He then saw her leave. "WAIT! I know someone who speaks it!"

[User]
"Ah I see. Are your eyes naturally purple, or do they serve the function that mine do?"

"Oh, you do? Whoever it is, they better be in the Tavern. We don't have a lot of time by the looks of Ayekas symptoms." She continued walking and navigating the shelves until she reached the doors.

[Assistant]
"Naturally, from my father's side of the family." Alex said with undertones of spite, not towards Othr Alex, towards his father.
"Yeah, he's upstairs, probably asleep or practicing martial arts in his underwear. Come on." Alex says leading her upstairs.

[User]
"Ah, interesting." Alex noticed the tone of spite, and made a mental note to ask about his father later on. Or to not ask. Whichever seems to suit best.

Following Alex upstairs, she wonders who could be upstairs practicing martial arts, or in his underwear. Or both. Based on that description, Alex should know him. Or at least, would like to know him.

[Assistant]
Alex walked upstairs to the room labled #11 and pushed the door open. "AVARY!"
"JESUS CHRIST ALEX!" Said boy said. And he was indeed doing martial arts in his underwear. "Who's the chick. Wait, aren't you the bartender that served me and Paint before Alex came?" Avary said to Ayeka.

[User]
Alex stood to the side and watched the exchange. Alex noticed that this boy, Avary, had terrible form. It was not graceful at all. He looked more like an amateur street fighter. Then again, he was very young and most likely was learning.

"Alex, here." She opened the book to the mysterious page and handed him the book. "Let him see it."

[Assistant]
"Right, Avary, you speak Syldavian right?" Alex asked Avary.
"What kind of Demon child would I be if I couldn't speak Syldavian." Avary said rolling his eyes and taking the book. "Now let me see, ahem, 'To use the Rurgal to cure an infection of laughter, open the Rurgal in front of the infected, and have class four mage visualize the solemness overcoming the laughter, then as if it collapses in on itself. Side effects may include: chronic seriousness lasting a maximum of, 48 hours, dry mouth, and wet mouth."

[User] Ayeka follow both Alex to a room upstairs and giggles at Avary in his underwear she just nods at his question. She could not really speak at the moment, so she just listen for now to stop the laughter that is causing her pain.

[Assistant]
@Alisdragon911

Remembering that she had business downstairs, Alex excused herself. "Okay, well now that this is under control," Alex gave Ayeka a pat on the shoulder and looked to the other Alex and Avary. "You bring me back that book, ya hear? I don't want it getting misplaced. Good luck to ya all."

[User]
@Alisdragon911
"OK, Ayeka, I need you to lie down on my bed for this to work." Avary said pointing to his rumpled bed.

[Assistant] "Can we make love later, Ayeka ask as she lays on Avary's bed? She is not serious at all as he took advantage off her she will protect herself in a laughing matter. In her mind that makes sense as she is still laughing like a crazy person.@Overlord24

[User] "Shut up bar maid. I'm serious, you need to lay down for this to work, and my bed is more comftorable than the floor. Your choice."

[Assistant]
@Alisdragon911@Dark Light@Mimic

Alex shook her head as she took her leave from the room. Listening to Ayekas giggling and seeing a child in his underwear made her feel good about being so much older. About half way down the stairs, she stopped, 'Is that illegal in this realm? Oh god... What a day.'

Disregarding todays events, she began to light a cigarette she had removed from her coat pocket while she walked across the floor to the bar. Sitting on a stool, she reached over the counter to grab a glass and a bottle of whiskey. She uncorked the cap on the bottle and took a nice, long inhale over the lip. "Old friend, how I missed ya." Pouring a shot and taking a hard draw off of her cigarette, Alex enjoyed the moment of peace she needed today. Of course, in here it would most likely be short lived.

[User] "I am already in your bed," Ayeka says as she tries to lay on Avary's bed. She could not stop laughing as she spits up blood. She has a feeling she enbrass the name of the Rain family. She just looks at the ceiling hoping this will be over with.

[Assistant]
"Great, you got blood on my bed." Avary says huffily. He takes the Rurgal from Alex and opens it.
"Wait, Avary, it needs a class four mage." Alex says grabbing the Rurgal. He puts it by Ayeka, and imagines solemness to consume Ayeka's laughter. He envisioned it, and yells, "DISPERSE!"

[User]
Zyrid sat back down and opened the seven hundredth largest volume of Fire & Other Plasma's from his library, a favorite of his since he decorated its cover with bright living flames and sporadic dancing lights. From his seated position upon his gown he gesture out into the material world with an old pointed toe and a twist of his freckled ankle.

From his big toe, freshly cut and pampered, another ripple shuddered through reality and towards the cigarette he noticed in some mortals mouth, their lungs filling with smoke and the fiery tip ebbing on the edge of flame. As the ripple neared the mortals mouth it shimmered for a brief moment in reality, and in a sudden movement, the cigarette split in half down to its burning middle, as an awkward mouth appeared upon it.

"Now, here is my proposition..." Said Zyrid from within his library, his voice echoing among the books.

The cigarette, under his control, followed his words as best it could.

"Nur herz tha Prepper zition?" The cigarrete stumbled over the words.

"No no!" Zyrid exclaimed in annoyance at the damned cigarettes impudence.

"Nuh nuh!" Continued the cigarette, following Zyrids every word.

With a reluctant sigh, Zyrid lifted his head and pushed aside a strangled grey hair. A look of amusement and frustration upon his face, an expression pointless in existence as the mortal nor cigarette could see it - though none the less he half scowled and smirked to himself all the same.

"Right, can we talk?" Zyrid said calming, pronouncing every syllable as delicately as he could manage. A gentle wince crossed his feature even before the last word left his lips, as he feared another failure of the cigarettes part.

"Rite, can we tack?" It said confidently, and as if to a child.

It would do, Zyrid thought. He slumped back and continued to read with full concentration, flicking threw a hundred pages with every motion of his finger, five times as many pages as he could read while he was trying to teach the cigarette to communicate - for, as always, his eyes had never left the book.

[Assistant] "You are not a gentleman at all, I am off to take a shower before returning back to my duties." Ayeka says as she gets up and leaves the room to go to her own room. This is the first time being here as she walks into the bathroom as she feels the cool water on her skin.

[User]
"Never said I was princess." Avary yelled at her.
"Luckily that worked. But I think she may have the Chronic Solemness." Alex said, relieved.

[Assistant] Ayeka ears flinch as she heard Avery yelled at her, even though her room is a couple of doors up from his room. She close her eyes and turn the shower to cool to cold. She gets out of the shower and quickly gets dress. She leaves her room to head back downstairs to the bar.

[User]
"Bye Alex, thanks for coming and getting the bar maid mad at me." Avary says sarcastically.
"For the hundredth time, you aren't old enough to drink. I'll be downstairs." Alex said and left. "AYEKA!" Avary yelled catching up to her. "Are you OK?"

[Assistant] Ayeka ears twitch as as she heard her name being called and she stops on the stairs. "Hey sir Alex, I am better than before. I am sorry for seeing your friend in his underwear." To her see met several instering people today as she starts to braid part of her hair.

[User] "You can just call me Alex." Alex assured her. "And don't worry, you aren't the first to have seen him in his underwear."


[System]
Megan Pendragon
Character Quote: "I don't know if I have a soul."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Meg
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th
Ethnicity: British-American
Fairytale Parents: King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Junior Medical Examiner
Languages: English

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Appearance
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 pounds
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally Blonde)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears; Semi-Colon Tattoo (Left Wrist)
Personal Style: Megan wears her hair down, dying it regularly to keep her blonde roots from showing. She's never really felt like a blonde and thanks to her parents being doctors, it was never too expensive to go to the salon to get it fixed up. She wears earrings all the time, rotating between a pair of simple hoops and then something a bit edgier - such as skulls, coffins, or ghosts. As far as fashion goes, she typically wears a black long sleeve blouse, dark wash jeans, and Doc Martens. At work, she'll have her lab coat on top of this, with a pair of headphones in her pockets and black latex gloves.

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Psychology
Inquisitive * Unsettling * Patient * Dark * Meticulous * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To be succinct, Megan is a goth. She spends her day working with corpses to attempt to determine the cause of death, she wears skull earrings, and her general demeanor suits Halloween better than any other time of year. Her personality is well suited for scientific pursuits, as she is able to go through tedious experiments without wanting to rip her hair out. She has the self control and the strength to sit in a quiet room, just waiting. Additionally, she is naturally curious, always wondering about the laws of the universe and how to manipulate things to get a desired outcome. She adores a methodical approach with controls.

Of course, many people find her company to be unnerving. It may be because she will casually talk about unsolved murder cases and disappearances in ordinary conversation - dropping in statistics about the differences in crime rates in the summer versus the winter. Or perhaps it is because she was a champion fencer in college and could likely skewer them with a broom. Her unsettling aura likely also arises from her candidness - she doesn't lie. If she hates you, she makes that clear - and if you bore her, then she isn't going to waste her time. She's a bit creepy, but that's just how she is. She isn't going to change that about herself for anyone.

Habits: Tugging on her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Fencing
Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cancer
* Lobotomies

Likes:
* Bugs
* Unsolved Mysteries
* Horror Novels
* Movies
* Escape Rooms
* Puzzles

Dislikes:
* Dresses
* Formal Dances
* Cigarettes
* Driving
* Swans
* Public Speaking

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Skills
General Skills:
* Drawing
* Forensic Pathology
* Forensic Science
* Driving (Car)
* Chemistry
* Medical Science

Combat Skills:
* Fencing
* Self-Defense

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Black knit sweater, dark washed jeans, Doc Martens, black overcoat, skull earrings
* Purse/Wallet - M.E. Badge, ID, debit card, credit card, $30 cash
* iPhone
* Medical Examiner Kit
* Water Bottle
* Agatha Christie Novella
* Keys (Car, House, Lab)
* Pepper Spray
* Camelot armor that turns into a signet ring
* Small pet bat that can detect where dead bodies are buried

Possessions In At Home:
* Fencing Equipment
* Diplomas
* Black Cat (Wednesday)
* Black Volkswagen Beetle
* Unsolved Mystery Novels
* Pathology Reference Books
* Childhood Dream Diary
* Current Journal
* Emergency First Aid Kit
* Laptop

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History
Biography: Megan was adopted by a pair of doctors unable to have a child. They had tried just about everything and had resigned themselves to the fact that short of a medical miracle, adoption was going to be the only way to bring a child into their home. They had intended to go adopt a baby, but they just felt drawn to the little girl with blonde braids and took her home with them. And since they expected her to become a doctor as well, they didn't change Megan's last name - they didn't need another Dr. Montgomery in the household, it was confusing enough already.

Her parents provided a loving household for Megan, but they were also relentless. She had to compete in some sort of sport or participate in an activity, and the only one she showed a remote interest in was fencing, so they paid for her to have private lessons after school three times a week. Each summer, she was sent to at least five different camps, all ranging from different STEM subjects. They worried that she might be troubled, since she was adopted, so she had to attend counseling sessions once a week. In high school, she had to take every AP class offered, even if it didn't interest her. She ended up graduating two years early. And when it came time for college, they used their connections to get Megan into an accelerated program that combined undergrad and medical school into just seven years.

Her interest in pathology came from her love of true crime stories and unsolved mysteries, prompting her to take a job as the Junior M.E. in her hometown. She really enjoys the work, finding a sense of fulfillment in working with the cases - though most of her work actually comes from overflow cases from nearby cities that are larger than Wichita. The extreme pressure put on her by her parents has had some psychological ramifications, mainly insomnia and a brief period of suicidal behavior in her first few years of college, but Megan has started to come around the bend. Now that she's living independently and does not rely on her parents financially (they paid for medical school in full), she's able to stay up all night watching horror movies if she wants to.

Do They Remember Anything?: Megan was ten years old when she left Camelot and came to the real world. Despite being one of the oldest children taken by the rebels, the psychiatrist managed to convince her (and her adoptive parents) that she simply had an overactive imagination. After all, every little girl wanted to be a princess, didn't they? She still has the little journal she used to draw her dreams in and while her dreams of Camelot are less frequent now, they are still incredibly vivid when she has them.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: X-Men; Jack Frost
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Megan Pendragon
"It's the darkness... It has me."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💞 Jack Gold 💞
"Ugh, he can be so disgusting..."
Jack and Megan are adoptive siblings, only three days apart in age. They grew up together in the same overbearing household, having to deal with the weight of their adoptive parents' expectations. And now, as adults, they work at the same precinct - Jack is a detective, whereas Megan is the Junior Medical Examiner. They're roommates as well and tend to have similar sleep habits (Jack drinks his weight in caffeine and Megan is an insomniac) and they get along pretty well.

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Pandora Quill

Location: Wichita, Kansas - Trailhead
Skills: Deception

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Pandora felt whatever intention her mother had slip from their grasp. It was kind of idiotic, in her opinion. If her mother had just told her the intention, she could have come up with a better scam than this. "Name's Trinity. You both have a great rest of your day. Let's resume our trek mother and we can have a nice discussion about how odd it seems to be so open to strangers, even well-intentioned gestures."

Once they walked away, Pandora dropped her silk smile. "I don't know what you planned to do there, but that was stupid. What girl in this day and age in their right mind would EVER enter a stranger's car unless it was an Uber? Please. Hope you have a back-up plan."

[Assistant]
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Jack Gold

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Location: Merlin's Warehouse
Skills: N/A

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 Jack just listened in to what Merlin was saying, as well as the questions that Meg was asking and the answers. He rolled his eyes slightly at her when she made a comment about how he was a typically good person. Like that was something that was very hard, he just tried to do the right thing no matter what was going on. Not because someone told him to, but because he chose to. Why was that a surprising sort of thing? Well from the sounds of it some people didn't expect him to actually not be some villain or whatever, that was definitely reassuring.

 "Not sure why Isabella would send me those pictures or whatever, but I do know where Maleficent is, or at the least where she was last seen. Since turns out all of this insane magic stuff might actually be real, was planning on heading that way after this since we kind of got stuck with the case revolving around the corpse of the person you identified as Grumpy. Then again, most normal people wouldn't get the whole magic might actually be real thing," Jack said to Merlin and Tinker Bell, before turning to look over at Megan again. "Do you want to head over there or are you on the side of we should avoid her at all costs?"

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Rosalia Rider

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Location: Her apartment -> Outside down the Fire Escape
Skills: N/A

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 She didn't take the time to actually look at who it was that was breaking down the door. The instant that Taylor headed out the fire escape, Rosalia slung her bag with the puppy in it over her shoulder and more or less jumped out the window onto the fire escape, racing downwards after Taylor. Once she hit the ground she glanced upwards slightly, as the little dog was still growling towards the window. She saw the man up there poking his head out the window and heading their way. Or at least trying to considering he had to climb out onto the Fire Escape.

 "Honestly I don't know what the fuck is going on. I saw him outside the apartment though when I was talking to the landlord. I have no clue who he is, or why he's following me. All I know is that this day has been a bit of a shit show of insanity and doesn't seem to be getting any better anytime soon. Now come on, less talking, more running!" with those last words, Rosalia grabbed Taylor's arm and raced out of the area that the fire escape had dropped them off at went out to the main street, and instantly turned to the left at the first opportunity she got. She had no idea what was going on, but she didn't want to stick around to find out.

[User]
🗡 Megan Pendragon 🗡

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Location: Merlin's Warehouse
Skills: N/A

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 Megan frowned, wondering what help the two of them could really be for a moment. Her brother was a detective and she was a medical examiner. She then slapped herself mentally. While she was proficient in autopsies, she wasn't entirely defenseless. She never had been a fan of guns, yet she loved the elegant artistry of swordplay. She had fenced all throughout college and medical school. "Do you have a small sword? Or a rapier?" Megan asked. Fencing was meant to train people to go onto use small swords or rapiers. Unfortunately, a foil was essentially harmless.

 Her brother mentioned going straight to fight Maleficent now. Perhaps it was foolish of her, but she agreed. "Sure, let's go kill the wicked witch of the west," she murmured. For a split second, she wondered if the green terror was really real as well. Was there a limit to the sort of stories that were true? Or was every story in their world a manifestation of the history in another? Would Harry Potter come out to play next, hand in hand with Anakin Skywalker?


[System]
The Captain
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Sexuality:
Off Limits .3.
Appearance:
Dexter is tall with an athletic build. His light skin is riddled abstract tattoos, all down his back, neck, and arms. His intense steely-blue gave often intimidates the younger crew members.
Personality:
"Distant" would be a good word to sum him up. Dexter, although he adages his crew, has a hard time showing it. His serious expression rarely breaks, and even when it does it's only with a subtle, sly smile that is easy to misinterpret. The Leviathan and crew are his pride and joy, all that he claims to live for. He let's his shipmates do as they please, and normally lets the do all the robbing, plundering and fighting themselves. Although rare, he will occasionally talk to the members of his crew when they are having difficulties dealing with emotion, which is kind of odd seeing as it appears he has virtually none of his own. However cold and prickly he may seem from the outside, his desire is to make a positive change in the world; so, therefore, there must be a kind person in there, even if he hides it well.
Weapon of Choice:
For the most part? Whatever is handy. He keeps both a simple knife and flintlock pistol on his person, though he can easily adapt to any weapon he needs to "borrow".
Other:
N/A
Revealed History:
N/A
Stats:
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 7
Social: 4
Crafting: 2
Fighting: 5

[User]
[PRINCE]

 Prince turned a sharp corner down an alleyway, taking out his bow and arrow. "I didn't want to use this but it looks like I have no choice," he said, stopping and shooting at the guards. After taking out a few of them he climbed up to one of the house windows and entered the house. Much to his surprise, a woman and her two children were there. "Oh, hey!" He greeted. "Sorry but I'm going to have to use this place for a minute," he said, using the window as a cover while bullets were being shot at him. He left the room running to the room across the hallway and jumped through the window, rolling over once he hit the ground to cover his fall.

 He put away his bow, deciding to save them in case he gets stuck in a tight spot. He ran through a series of alleyways, eventually losing the guards. He slid down to the floor, desperately trying to catch his breath.

[KAI]

 Kai sighed, trying to squish through the amount of people that were on the streets. Apparently there was a huge commotion going on and he had no doubt in his mind that it had something to do with the crew of the Leviathan. Everywhere they went, they caused a huge scene with their antics, especially Prince. Not that he could blame him though, with Prince's attitude, he's always itching to start something after being cooped up inside the Leviathan without any action for too long.

 "Out of the way!" He heard someone yell. Trying to find where the voice come from, he was cut off when a couple of guards ran past him, pushing him to the ground.

 He sighed in annoyance, pulling himself up and dusting off his clothes. After looking around the marketplace, he decided to head back, spending more than enough time wandering the streets. Checking his watch, he didn't have enough time to go through the crowd, deciding to take a detour through the alleyways instead.

 After a few minutes of navigating through the alleyways, he almost sighed in relief after seeing Prince. He knew Prince could handle himself, but he couldn't help but worry. He walked up to Prince and took out a small pouch that contained water in his pocket. Prince looked up, a grin forming on his lips.

 "Kai!" he greeted, taking the pouch from him and chugging down the water, leaving it empty.

 "What kind of trouble did you get in this time?" He asked, rolling his eyes playfully. Prince chuckled, getting up and petting him on the head.

 "Nothing you need to worry about," Prince said. "Let's get out of here," Prince said, pushing Kai forward. "Before the ship leaves without us."

 Kai sighed, "Well if you didn't get into so much trouble all the time, you wouldn't have to worry about the ship leaving you behind." Prince snorted, sticking his tongue out.

 "Okay there, smarty-pants" Prince teased, scanning his surroundings.

 "Need me to cover you?" Kai asked, earning a nod from Prince. With a disapproving head shake from Kai, they headed back to the ship together.

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Aubrey heard the sound of gunfire, and turned to see Karan tearing towards them. He didn't slow down after a near collision with Winter, and instead just yelled at them, "Running is good!" Before taking off again.

 "Wha-" Aubrey flinched as a bullet whizzed past in pursuit of Taran. "What about Pri-"

 The crewmate in question made a grand appearance as he came falling off of another rooftop and crushed the man after Taran. Well, shit, that was interesting. Winter shouted at them to split up as a large group of very upset guardsmen entered the scene, then flung herself off the side of the building as if she had been trained her whole life for this moment. She took the fire escape and caused a commotion, cutting off that route of escape. Aubrey flashed Jax a smile; this was gonna be fun.

 He turned and headed for the opposite side of the building as Winter. Luckily, there was a fire escape on that side as well. Not so lucky, the guard had already thought of that. Aubrey jumped down onto the first platform, landing lightly between two of the guys charging up the old steps. "Hi! Nice evening, isn't it?" One of the men lunged for him, but Aubrey twisted out of the way and the man collided with the other, sending both of them tumbling down the steps. "Ah, watch your step!"

 Aubrey hopped over them before they untangled themselves. So long as nobody got a hold of him, he was fine. He was quick and agile, but easily overpowered if anybody managed to catch him. He skipped the last few steps and vaulted over the railing onto the ground, bypassing a third guard. This one, however, wielded a gun. The man quickly jumped the rail after the boy, landing with a heavy thud. "C'mon kid, come quietly and nobody else has to get hurt!"

 "Oh, convincing argument, but I better not." Aubrey saw the man's brow twitch in annoyance. He raised his pistol, but Aubrey was already rushing around the next corner into an ally. Running was definitely something he was good at. He changed direction when he spotted another group of men, backtracking a few paces before he found a door exiting into the dark ally. He tried the nob, and to his surprise it was actually unlocked. He opened the door and slipped inside.... the coffee shop? Oh wow, small world.

 "Oh, hey, I know you." Aubrey was short of breath. Winston was still there. "So, like, some stuff happened, and we should probably skedaddle." The people in the cafe stared at the boy in shock. He probably was a sight, all banged up with that wild-ass grin on his face.

 He didn't waste time, and quickly headed out the opposite door and back onto the street. Now he knew where he was, even if it was black as sin outside. He turned on his heel and started down the street, covering ground quickly as he put distance between himself and the commotion as he worked his way back to the ship.

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Jax

"Running is good!"

Through all the commotion that's all she caught on to besides the fact that Winter had said to split up afterwards. Jax smirked, everyone was around, at least the younger members, all could handle themselves and all were hopefully headed toward the ship. Jax felt feverish knowing that if she was caught she'd be thrown in prison, she hated prison. But at the same time the adrenaline was pumping through her like crazy. Aubrey smiled at her and she smiled back, they would have to go separate ways and meet back at the ship. She didn't want to leave him but it was important to split up, it'd be easier to get home that way.

"Looks like I'm up" Jax snickered, the others had already gone their own ways and now it was her town. She bolted off the edge of the building, jumping across to the other side, there were men up there, waiting for her arrival. With a pouty expression she stared at them as they surrounded her. "Aww, you guys wouldn't attack an innocent little mechanic girl would you?" She asked as she gave the man in front of her a perfect puppy dog face. "We would if that girl happened to be a murderer, you've got blood on your face girly." One said. Curses, still? "Alright, no use trying to talk my way out of this, I'm kind of in a hurry."

Jax removed her wrench from her back and held it by one end, spinning around like an out of control top, taking out the men with ease, each flew back, some falling off the building. "Weeee!!!" Once she was done spinning, the world seemed to keep going. "Whoa" This pirate had to move, and fast, more men were close behind, it was like every man in the whole city was after the crew now.

Her head was still spinning but she kept moving, across to another roof top, since men were following her she had no choice but to climb down. Or y'kno, jump down. Like a trained assassin(which she isn't), she jumped across to a pole jutting out from the front of the building, swung on it and landed on another wooden piece sticking out below. Once more she jumped and landed on a cart on the ground. "Alright! keep moving!" With that she launched herself forward, rolling across the ground, popping up and running like there was a fire trying to engulf her from behind.

Aubrey, Winter, Taran, Prince... I hope they're all okay. No time for that. Through the dark and pollution she could see some familiar surroundings, she was nearing the coffee shop, but she wouldn't stop there, there was probably no one left there anyway. In her mind everyone had already made it too the ship and was waiting to cast off. Once to the docks she knelt down, breathing heavily. "Am I the first one or what?"

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Winter
The bike skidded to a halt when she reached the dock and Winter killed the engine. She got off, and marched towards the ship to find Jax already there, and Taran not far behind her.

"Jax," she called. "Tell the mechanic his job is done. Take over wherever he left off." She stuck her hand in her bag then and fished around, never breaking her stride. When she pulled it out, she brought with it a pair of fine leather work gloves. Tossing them over to Jax, she added, "Break these in, too." There wasn't much time for any further signs of affection, though.

Winter made her way onto the ship, tossing her things in a corner where they wouldn't get in the way. Her mind spun with things to do – Prince and Aubrey could handle themselves well enough to make it to the ship, but Winston, the twins, and Angelo weren't exactly aware of the situation. Hopefully they'd see the commotion and figure it out. But Winter had to do something else before she could worry about any of that.

She came to a stop in front of the door to the captain's quarters. Giving a breath, she steadied herself and knocked. Winter waited respectfully with her hands behind her back for the captain to open the door so she could let him know the situation.

(Though odds were he knew the crew well enough to have some idea.)

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Dexter spent the whole time at Ballard on the ship. He had no desire to go explore this mess of a city. His thoughts were elsewhere. The desk in front of him was laid out with an abundance of colorful charts and graphs. Lines and notes were drawn in small, neat handwriting across them from a charcoal pencil the captain had borrowed from Levi's stash. Blueprints accompanied the other papers; crude drawings of machinery he was familiarizing himself with. Weapons, security, evey nick and cranny that could be used as a hiding place or shelter from enemy fire... Dexter plotted it all out, committing it to memory. This next job was an important one, and he couldn't allow himself or his crew to mess it up.

 He checked the watch on his wrist. It had been about five hours now, and he was sure that any minute now at least a few of his comrades would come running aboard, apologizing profusely for the trouble they were about to bring him. Sure enough, he heard a soft knock on the door. Never a good sign.

 With a sigh he slid his chair back and stood up. He moved across the room, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the ships floor as he walked to the door. He opened it, and his steely gaze rested on Winter, who stood patiently with her hands behind her back. "I'm assuming you're going to inform me we should depart soon." He said, raising one eyebrow in question, "Do we need to stop by any prisons on our way, or did they all manage to avoid arrest this time?"


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Species: Human
age: 24
appearance: A young man standing at about five feet and eight inches, Ry had the build of a man very much used to hauling around equipment and pulling on ropes all day long. His blonde hair and silvery blue eyes were those of his mother, while his careful face belonged to his father.

skills: Boat proficiency - While spending so much time on the Black Corsair, Ryland has a lot of knowledge about the boat and how to sail it, even if he never was the one at the wheel. Zooming back and fourth between areas help keep him intimately familiar with the ship.
personality: The young blood who can't catch a break. Though he's been with the crew since a boy, he's still a boy to them despite his attempts at proving that he can do more. His desire to do more and be more is welcomed at sea, and not even the storms themselves have washed away his sunny demeanor. He has to keep it up, lest he sinks in morale like the rest of the crew on their bad days.

Moderately athletic- lifting and moving things around on a constant basis keeps RYland fit for duty, even if he doesn't always want to be the one carrying the heavy things.

Artist- It doesn't show up as much now that he lives on a ship, but Ryland was quite the artist back when he lived with his parents. He's best with paint and ink, but has been known the pass the time on the ship by carving figures out of wood.

biography: Born in a southern England town, Ryland always had a need to do something, yet he could never place it. His poor family often resorted in working for some seedier people, including pirates. When Ryland's father had a loan that was far too much for anything other than his life, the pirates took Ryland in exchange for the man's life. It almost seemed unfair, but the boy was treated well enough. Food, a bed, and a job. He spent most of his life on the Black Corsair under the leadership of the Lancaster family, specifically Martin Lancaster, the previous captain, and his daughter and successor, Sidney.

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"Quaint," Lancaster said to herself, making it unclear if she was talking about the newly introduced woman or the little town itself.

Sidney Lancaster prided herself on being just as brash and bloody as any other pirate on the seas, but also made her fame by sometimes showing what could only be called a nicer side. For now, she'd be respectable. She could get a lot out of Faflon if she kept talking him up. He was already taking most of her wares.

From behind, she could feel a set of eyes on them. It was Ry, a young man a few years younger than herself, and the boy of the ship. He knew the Black Corsair almost as well as she did, but his attempts at trying to gain respect and authority seemed half-assed, like he almost wanted to stay on the sidelines, watching.

Well, no time like the present.

"Ryland, get over here." She commanded with a sway of her head. The young man jumped and rushed to her side.

Ryland wasn't quite sure what was going on, this wasn't normal business. The woman who Faflon the merchant had invited over was beautiful and mysterious. She held a face that seemed distantly familiar. "Yes, captain?"

"Oversee the rest of this trade. I'm going to use our new coin on some well-earned drinks." Her order was casual, almost careless, but the edge in her voice remained. "Simple enough for you, eh? I trust you can make us some more money from Fafland by the end of the day." She finished with a wry smile, laughing to herself before walking up. She didn't even bother listening to Ryland accept the orders. She knew he'd do it. He was a faithful dog.

Ryland looked back at the merchant and the woman almost expectantly, like they were trying to offer something up to him. "We have a little more blasting powder on the ship. Could sell it to you." What could they possibly gain from buying gunpowder? This was a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was going to come by looking for powder. Rylan mentally hit himself in the face for such a suggestion.

"Wait, I got it!" He said almost excitedly as an idea came to him. "I've got some figures, wooden, that you might be able to sell. I've got a ton, being on the seas day and night." They didn't have as much use as gunpowder, but little figures like that would be something Faflon could pawn off to someone else, and get Ryland's works circulating. Hopefully it'd mean that he could sell them himself on day for much more than whatever the merchant would be willing to give to him.

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It would be safe to say Faflon was unimpressed by the amateur woodcarvings of the sailor. His choices as a merchant may have been questionable at times but he knew when to cut his losses. He did not appreciate the captain the misuse of his name by the captain. What would become of his reputation overseas if the woman could not even pronounce his name?

The merchant made no effort to hide the disinterest clearly showing on his face and heard in his tone voice.
"Mira dear, I'll let you decide if they are worth something, you have an eye for such rattletraps and trinkets."
With that Faflon turned his back to them, his expensive robes flapping in the wind. He made his way back to the village feeling worse with every step he took, realizing he had yet again created more losses. The prospect of earning some coin at the inn eased some of his worry.

Faflon had managed to once again put her in a compromising situation. Mira went out of her way to avoid unnecessary social interactions with strangers or even acquaintances for that matter. The constantly present gloom that hovered over her like a dark cloud made everything seem like a mountain to be climbed, tiresome and inescapable.

There was something about this sailor and his charming wood carvings however which stirred her heart. He was passionate about his creations and it made her feel the same. Ironically that was the best skill a merchant could possess, one Faflon did not have by any means. Mira held her shawl close to her to keep it from blowing away, as it was fluttering in the wind dangerously. She approached the sailor, grateful she did not have to introduce herself and admired his woodwork from up close. In her many years she'd seen plenty of them and they were beautiful in an unpracticed way. There were some novice mistakes along with some skillfully crafted details at the same time. It made each of them unique.

The young woman seemed to be lost in the details of the small statues, forgetting momentarily she was in the company of someone else. Then suddenly as if she was waking from a dream, she asked him one question.

"Did you make one of the sea maidens?"

Mira looked into his eyes, capturing them with her own. It was a strangely specific question she felt the urge to ask.

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A short trip back to the boat and Ryland had fetched a small handful of the numerous figures he had carved while out at sea. With a mix of the rocking waves, nudging elbows, and his own simply adept level of skill, he managed to put fine detail in many parts of each carving, but left a little to be desired in other areas. So many of these little wooden figures were laying around the ship that Ry could barely keep track of them. Nobody really payed them any mind as they were stuffed in corners and hidden in little nooks and crannies.

He offered her one or two to look over, watching her as she insepcted them. His question caught him a little off guard, but he racked his brain enough to fish out an answer for her. The sea maidens is what she asked about, women who were confined to the waters by some accounts, free from the chains of being bound to land by others.

"Yeah, I have one or two." He replied calmly. He was intrigued by this myth of maidens, and made one whenever he believed he had spotted one out during his voyages. Nobody believed that he actually had witnessed a mermaid, and he wasn't too sure himself, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt in the possibility of their existence. Surely they were just quite rare and preferred their solitude.

"I can show you, if you want. I'll just need another moment to head back to the ship."

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"No need, I will follow you there" Mira replied calmly.

She began to move towards the docks, glancing over her shoulder once, to make sure he would be leading the way. So his name was Ryland....
It was foreign enough she could tell he wasn't from this town or the next, but it was not so specific she could determine where the sailor was born. Chances were he was born on a ship, so that would make the sea his birthplace, like it had been hers many years ago.

As the ship grew closer Mira began to feel a feeling of uneasiness she hadn't felt in a long time. The wood was aged and touched by the sea, hints of green could be found here and there, mostly on the bottom of the ship. Sea algae and clumps of seaweed swayed in the water below. The young woman took a deep breath before stepping on board. Many of her older memories were vague recollections, probably to protect her from going mad. Her forgetfulness was her savior, but it made the feeling of unease difficult to fathom. It was like a fog clouding her mind.

Mira was curious to see his depiction of the sea maidens. It would the first time in almost a century she would once again see them. She waited for Ryland to find her wooden sisters, watching the sea from the edge of the deck quietly.

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"Oh," Though somewhat surprised by her desire to follow him onto the ship, he didn't tell her no. "Well, follow me."

Ryland stepped onto the gangplank and welcomed himself back aboard the ship. None of the crew paid either of them any attention walking up onto the ship. Business as normal. The crew knew better than to hassle women, especially when the captain's dog was the one leading said woman around the boat. He'd inform her, then she'd have the hide of anyone who harassed a woman.

The woman, Mira, he believed he overheard her name, stationed herself on the railing of the ship, looking out onto the seas with an expression he couldn't quite pin down. She seemed fine right there, so he dove into the lower decks to find what he was looking for. All around in the nooks and crannies of the ship lay his wooden figures, but the maidens were somewhat of a treasure to him. Those were the ones he had hidden away from prying eyes.

A quick jump back up onto the main deck of the ship and Ryland presented Mira with two figures. To say that there was a significant jump and quality would be somewhat of an understatement. While the ones he gave to her before were the product of idle work and the need to keep busy, these two could really be called works.Ryland put days worth of time and effort into each one, and his dedication to the craft showed. They still carried a few amateur mistakes, but the fine detail Mira had spotted in the others was much more common and balanced through the figures.

The maidens of the seas, with the body of the woman and a tail like a fish to travel across their domain with ease. His work couldn't properly transcribe their beauty into wood, but they were far from shoddy. Their tails curled back up at the end, their long, flowing hair covered essentials, and faces touched with detail to try and express their beauty properly.

He gave her a minute to look them over. The crew, noticing this exchange, smirked and chortled, but said nothing to either of them. "So..." He looked at her nervously. "How are they? Worth anything?" He truly hoped they were. If not, he'd need to keep at it, make them better until they were perfect. Hopefully, hopefully, they met her standards.

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Mira was overcome with a sudden and overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. The sight of the wood carvings struck a cord deep within her. Their tragic beauty filling her with a sense of wistfulness. An involuntary tear ran down her cheek. She was touched, to be reunited in a sense. The cold drop of water tickled on her cheek and she brushed it away, momentarily at a loss for words. The young woman carefully took one of the carvings into her hands, holding it close to her heart. She drew in a shaky breath and looked at Ryland.

"They are a work of true art, you should be proud." Her voice cracked in the end, revealing she was moved beyond words by his creations.

The fact that Ryland doubted his own talents made Mira suspect he was not much appreciated on board of this ship. Perhaps as a crew member but not as an artist. She also knew the town well enough to conclude his wood carvings would not sell well. Not because they weren't worth anything, but because most folks barely had any spare coin to spend, whatever they had left they used for drink.

"I would like to buy one if you are ready to part with them" She said, still holding one of the wood carvings. She held it with such gentleness you'd think it was made of glass. Mira retrieved a sachet of large pearls she'd kept hidden from Faflon. If she had learned anything in the time she'd spent with him it was the fact that he only ever took things. She let a few precious pearls roll from the sachet onto her palm. It was the right of the artist to determine a price.

"This is the only currency I have." Mira had blessed these pearls under the moonlight, to protect the ones at sea from troubling storms.
"They are lucky pearls, they'll protect you"

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His mouth opened only slightly. Rylad had his eyes focused on the woman, staring intently at her to see what she thought of the figures. She took one, examined it, and let a tear fall. He moved barely an inch closer. Something about them got to her. It was in the way she talked about the Maidens, with such quiet reverence. His mouth went fully agape at her proclaiming his skill and work. He let out a shudder of a breath. Nobody had complimented his carvings to such a level before.

Then she offered to buy them. Not talk to that greasy man about buying them, but taking them for herself. "It's all yours if you want it." He said back to her, eager to sell it off to her. He cherished his own work, as an artist should, but this was a sign to him that he had done something right.

From her pocket she produced a small bag, and in it lay pearls. Dazzling and stark, the little pearls seemed to be made with perfection in mind. It was all she had, she said. He would have preferred money, but a simple barter would work just as well. He lifted a hand and took only a few of the pearls she offered him. No more than three or four pearls were taken from her hand and left to sit in his palm. It would be rude of him to take it all, and the size and beauty would be sure to hold some worth of their own.

But...

She said they were lucky. Ryland knew better than to question the cosmic forces. If they were lucky, he would believe them to be so. His eyes left her, scanning the boat again for prying eyes. Nobody paid them much attention, but Ryland would have to hold the pearls close. He was meant to bring the ship, his captain, money, not pawn off his works for personal gain. The pearls were slipped into a pocket and Ryland pushed his hands forward, still looking around the ship.

"The carving is yours. I hope you enjoy it, and if you want anything made, just ask, ok?"