forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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Daso jolted awake. Another nightmare about Dara. He wasn't used to having nightmares –he usually slept like a log. Rolling his eyes at his own subconscious, he stumbled to his feet and headed out of his cabin for some fresh air. He decided to duck into Alice's station and check on Cicada.

“Someone who mans the cannon,” River looked at James than back to Cicada, “Want to go to Serra to learn more about sailing?”

“That’s a good idea!” Cicada responded, “I like you two. To Serra!”

The scene faded away and she could feel her eyes fluttering open.

Daso knocked at Alice's door. "Ali? Red?"

"Hey Daso," Cicada said in a sleepy voice. What happened? Oh right she passed out. F*CK! She passed out!

He pushed the door open, smiling at her voice. "You still sound half sleep. Feeling any better?" She was still lying on the counter, with messy hair and tired eyes.

"I guess yeah," Cicada yawned.

He pushed her feet off the counter and sat down. "I think we're getting close to Anjou."

"Really?" Cicada sat up slowly, "How long was I out?"

"Just overnight. It's nearing noon now." He shrugged. "Don't feel too bad. I slept the whole time, too."

Ryan stood in the hallway, wanting to go on the deck but also not wanting to throw up. I wonder how close we are to Anjou…

"Okay. Mind helping me up to the deck," Cicada sighed, "I don't exactly trust myself right now."

Daso nodded. "Sure." He slid off the counter and offered her his arm in an overly formal fashion. "My lady," he said in a goofy accent.

"Why thank you kind sir," Cicada responded in a perfected English accent. She took his arm.

He laughed and lead her to the deck. The midday sun beamed down on them, leaving behind no trace of the mists of the sirens or the gloom of Sole. It was like an entirely different world. Daso suddenly remembered how much he loved sailing.

This was why she sailed so long ago, for the beauty, the adventure, the companionship. Cicada was beginning to see how much she missed this.

After staring st the ceiling and trying to think of an appropriate opening for Ace’s poem, Morrigan found that she could feel her arm. She couldn’t move it yet, but it had regained feeling, and the hole in it from the missing chunk of flesh hurt like hell.

(whenever you want)

"It's a nice day today," Daso commented, taking a deep breath of the pure sea breeze. "Perfect day for sailing."

(When can I pull my characters back in?)

Maybe they can just….. idk bump into someone?

"Yeah," Cicada took a deep breath of the salty air, "It's gorgeous."

Lucian wandered around the ship, searching for anyone who may have some information on the docking time.