forum the Glittering Sea (closed group rp, 6/6)

Started January 11, 2023 by Deleted user

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“Well, so did everyone else on board. The recent events that have conspired seem to be getting to the whole crew.” She sighed softly, twisting the rings on her fingers. “I’m Reia, by the way. The ship’s navigator.”

It was strange, introducing herself to someone she had been on the ship with for quite a long time. In fact, she didn’t know the names of half of the crew members on the ship, and she never spoke to them unless she had to. Yes, it made for quite a lonely life, but with her siren nature still intact, Reia had a hard time trusting or communicating with other humans.

After he finished the water, she gently took the cup from his hands and placed it down next to his hammock. He still seemed very sick; maybe she could get a few medicines from the doctor in order to help him.

“I’ll try to help you as best I can, but I’m not a doctor, so don’t complain,” she teased, winking at him. “Of course, I can get an actual doctor down here for you, if you would prefer that…”

Blaze blinked at her introduction. Right, they hadn't really spoken much prior to this interaction. Weird that she was being so helpful to him now, but he really should just be grateful. Maybe today she had felt especially nice. "I'm Blaze. I work with weapons and shit."

The water tasted like the nectar of the gods with his throat being as parched as it was. Perhaps that was what happened when one went too long without drinking it, since it was pretty vital to most humans or human-like creatures. After Reia took the cup from him, he was really confused. Why was she down here still? She easily could have left after dropping everything off. Well, it wasn't as if he was complaining. Having someone be by his side when he was sick did feel good. Usually, those he was closer with on board were also too sick to help him out. He was a social drinker, after all.

"It's not that big of a deal," Blaze replied to Reia's last statement, waving it off. "It's just a hangover." A particularly brutal one at that, but it wasn't as if it were life-threatening or anything. Blaze would be surely be fine come tomorrow.

Myriil had watched everything happen with a curious expression. Had watched the gunner puke over the side of the deck and felt his own stomach twist with sympathy. So he took a bite of breakfast, distinctly unsympathetic.

Then Reia came updeck, and Myriil panicked a little bit. Still holding his bowl of breakfast in one hand, precariously balancing it as he tugged on a rope with another hand, doing his best to tie a knot one handed. He did not want to get yelled at this morning, he saw too much of it in his future-

The navigator ignored him, if she even noticed his presence at all, and went over the to slumped over Blaze. And the wood elf watched in awe as she was nice to him. He'd have sworn that it wasn't possible, as improbable as the sky being green or Myriil following orders correctly. He dropped the rope, skirting past the unholy sight. He had bigger things to worry about right now, which was saying something. Normally he'd get his nose all up in business that didn't belong to him, unfortunately, he had his own business.

Myriil took another bite of breakfast which was just as tasteless as the last. He grimaced, then wandered over to Tao and wordlessly pushed the bowl into his hands. Then wandered right away again.

The wood elf sort of aimlessly wandered around deck, moving effortlessly around the sluggish and begrudgingly up crew. When he had something on his mind, Myriil would try to make himself almost useful. He'd walk up to someone and take over their job for a few minutes until he lost interest and wandered away. The crew were used to his antics by now and took his interruptions as a breather, picking up where he left off when he inevitably stopped. Myriil kept himself busy, without ever losing himself in the work, it was the best to keep his mind occupied if he was doing many things at once.

The Captain was going to be in a bad mood this morning, especially if she'd been as drunk as she'd seemed. This whole thing was a mess and he just wanted to lay low. His nerves were still frayed from the battle yesterday and everything made him jumpier than normal. Just the thought of talking to the Captain right now made Myriil physically want to jump out of the crows nest and hope he landed on something important. He glanced at Tao, frowning. He dropped what he was working on, patching a hole in one of the fishing nets, and let the sailor resume the work herself.

He wandered back over to Tao, crossing his arms and looking to see if he'd finished the breakfast. Who knew when the kid would eat again? He was skinny enough already.. And the Captain obviously hadn't put him on a dinner call yet. It was a trivial matter compared to the ones at hand, but it made him frown again.

Tao watched over the side of the boat for a while before turning around and sliding down to sit with is back up against the side. People and crew went about their usual morning jobs. He wished that he had something to do other than just watch.

Myriil emerged from below deck with a bowl in his hands and went to go do something involving a net. Tao couldn't really see what he was doing because of the organized chaos that was the ship. He thought about going over there and sitting next to Myriil and watching him work, but Myriil had already gotten up and was walking toward Tao silently. Tao opened his mouth to speak, but Myriil cut him off by soundlessly dropping the bowl into Tao's lap and walking away.

He lifted the bowl to his lips and ate some of the tastlest stuff inside before setting it down next to him. He didn't need food as much as some hungover crew member might need it.

Myriil eventually wondered his way back over to Tao and looked in the bowl, the contents barely touched. "Who are you exactly?" Tao asked, breaking the silence between them. He knew Myriil's name, but that was about it. Tao stood up and handed the bowl back to him. He was not wanting to seem ungrateful, but he was just not hungry.

“I can’t say I’ve had a hangover. Never had more than a sip of alcohol in my life,” Reia replied. “But it doesn’t look fun. Rest up, alright? I’ll be down here quite a bit, so just yell if you need me.”

She sat by his side a little bit longer, talking softly with him. She knew she should head back upstairs soon; there was a lot of work to be done and other crew mates to take care of. But, for a while, she didn’t want to leave. Reia supposed that she had greatly underestimated how lonely she was on this ship. Sure, she was a siren, and sirens were taught to work alone and love no one. But part of her still longed to escape from her life of isolation.

Eventually, however, Reia did get up, and she left the lower deck to go care for the other crew mates. On her way back up, she spotted Myriil over with Tao. She wondered why Myriil would have chosen to sneak such a small child onto a pirate ship when he was aware of the danger, but she had to admit that she liked having Tao among the crew. Sure, she hadn’t spoken to the child much, but human children had always intrigued her. Plus, she found his sassy attitude entertaining.

Myriil looked a bit startled to see the bowl still mostly full. Some part of his mind has just assumed that the kid would be absolutely ravenous and he was honestly surprised that he wasn't. Then again, he wasn't really thinking of Tao now was he?

Myriil took the bowl, twirling the spoon in the gruel uselessly, it seemed neither of them really wanted to eat. Maybe the seagulls would want it? Pushing the bowl somewhere down the railing wasn't too hard and a particularly brave gull came down and inspected it. Myriil watched with fascination, he'd always loved watching animals, especially when they were interacting with something he'd left out for them.

The gull stared at the bowl then flew away again, leaving "breakfast" untouched. Oh. That couldn't mean anything good. A seagull would brawl a large man ten times its size for half of a week old potato scrap. Maybe it was best they didn't eat that-

He glanced up as Tao asked him a question and it took a moment for his brain to spark upon what was actually said. The wood elf blinked, head tilting to the side.

"I told you didn't I?" Myriil made a a faux-concerned expression, looking the child over. "Didn't forget already did you? Myriil? Most handsome pirate on this ship? Head and shoulders above most of the worlds population?" He was just being a little shit, he knew what the question was. He was even willing to come up with some kind of answer for it, but Tao would have to learn quickly you had to be specific with him. Vague questions just gave him a wonderful opportunity to frustrate people. And that was his favorite hobby.

(loving the character interactions so much)

Thalia turned to face the rest of the de- Oh. That was convenient. The kid and the wood elf were already on the deck. She realized that it was possible that she wouldn't be able to get ahold of Myriil for the rest of the day… unless she went looking for him, which just sounded exhausting. The captain wandered to the top of the steps where she was able to oversee the ship and watched the two for a minute, stalling.

Whitlock realized how much of her crew wasn't completely hungover. Not as much as she would have hoped. What she had onboard that day was just enough, but the deck was looking a little vacant compared to a normal day. What really nagged her was that this definitely didn't happen a few months ago. She could tell herself to have the foresight to think of later consequences, but would she stick to it? Probably not.

The captain chose to brush the thought off just as soon as it occurred to her. She started down the stairs slowly, trying not to jar herself. Even with those efforts, it still throbbed. With as much of her usual confidence and energy as she could muster, she approached Myriil and the child. For the life of her, she couldn't remember his name. Did she ever ask for it? Arms crossed, she looked the two over with half-lidded eyes, trying to think of what to say.

"You are both coming with me." She didn't have the energy to sugarcoat it. "I have.. questions that I need answered."

"Didn't forget already did you? Myriil? Most handsome pirate on this ship? Head and shoulders above most of the world's population?"

Tao rolled his eyes. Obviously from Myriil's smile he understood the question. He just refused to answer it like a normal person and make life easier for everyone. "Whatever you egotistical mouse." Tao said with a smile and a wink. He was trying his hardest to act like Myriil, and that meant adding snark to everything he did.

He turned around and hopped onto the top of the railing where he sat on the edge and dangled his legs off the side. The salty water misting up and almost touching his feet.

Tao heard someone walk up, so he looked over his shoulder and saw the Captain, arms crossed and a grumpy expression on her face. "You are both coming with me. I have.. questions that I need answered." She said.

"Oh, of course." Tao said, smiling with puerile joy. He couldn't help it but like the Captain. There was just something about her that drew him in. He turned, jumped back off the railing, and took Myriil's hand in childlike innocence. "What do you need to know?" he asked the Captain, trying to look as little and blameless as possible.

"Uh…" Thalia was a slightly taken aback by the child's… curiosity? Something. Maybe it was his lack of fear for her. She didn't care that much about being feared (she thought), but the kid was a discovered stowaway. And so little. Generally, Whitlock wasn't great with kids; she didn't see them a lot at sea. Sure, there were some younger members of Corusci Maris, but they were all at least fifteen by the time they'd boarded, fourteen at the very least. Actually, Ambers might've recruited a twelve-year-old once. But the child in front of her couldn't have been older than nine. What was he doing there, probably so far from home? And his parents? Although, any child on a pirate ship probably had some parental issues.

"There's… a lot. A lot of information I need." Thalia shut her eyes and put two fingers between her eyebrows. "Just come with me," she said, already wanting to return to her room. It was darker there, and the rising sun was hurting her eyes and head. The captain turned and started to walk away, then looked back. At the wood elf specifically.

"Both of you," she reminded Myriil. The winged child appeared to have already stuck him to this, he had taken his hand. Again, she wondered what Myriil had to do with him.

"Whatever you egotistical mouse."
Myriil bit down hard on his own lip, his shoulders quivering slightly as he tried to bite back laughter. It got stuck in his throat and he almost choked, before finally giving up and throwing his head back and laughing. He gripped the railing to keep his balance, doubling over until he was resting his head on his arm. He took a deep breath, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, still chuckling lightly. It had been a minute since he'd laughed that hard. Or laughed genuinely for that matter.

The kid had even grinned and winked, then sitting almost precariously on the railing of the ship. Myriil decided he was a terrible influence and that he would do his best to be even more incorrigible. He briefly wondered if this was the best survival strategy for the kid, trying to act like him. Myriil was already on thin ice for this whole stowaway situation, and the whole "not working since day 1 on board" situation.

He didn't have much time to ponder though. Tao perked up first, looking past the wood elf at someone approaching, and Myriil nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the Captains voice. He spun about, blinking in surprise. Hell. He thought he'd have more time to hide. Looked like Whitlock knew that and had decided to pin him in place before he could wiggle away again.

Tao jumped down and then took Myriil's hand. He did his best to not change his expression or show any of the surprise he felt. They were supposed to know each other after all. He was reminded of his siblings again, so small and trusting. That wasn't Tao. Small, certainly, but trusting? Absolutely not. They'd just decided to throw their lot together and hope for the best. Myriil stopped fidgeting, planting his feet a little bit more sturdily on the deck.

"There's… a lot. A lot of information I need. Just come with me," The Captain looked.. Like she needed a gallon of water and another few hours of sleep. Then she look directly at him and he froze. "Both of you,"
Damn it.

Myriil gave a weak smile. "I don't suppose there's any chance I can claim I don't know anything about this?" He raised his hand holding Tao's, but there was no force behind his words this time. He was just saying words to say words.
The wood elf sighed. "No? That's a no then? Well come on then you little pigeon and lets hope the dragons in a good mood today."

"Any chance I can pretend I don't know about this?" Thalia stared. "No?" She turned, gesturing halfheartedly for the two to follow her. She almost wished she'd just left the issue alone, but felt as if that'd be trying to dodge her responsibilities as captain. And, she still wanted to know if the child had any ill intentions. For the ship, that is. Thalia could care less if he was a runaway thief or something. In a way, everyone on Corusci Maris was. Although, that was a bit of an understatement, considering were they were yesterday. Anyone who had the gall to refer to her crew as just "thieves" would end up with a gun to their head.

Whitlock shrugged off the looks from her crew as she stood by her door. More stares were set on the kid than anyone else. The captain snapped at the distracted crewmembers to continue on as they were.

As she opened the door to her cabin, Whitlock nudged the stools back into place when she found them overturned. The room was tidier than usual, at least for her being drunk the night before. On the left side of the room was a window, and to the right was a dresser. At the end of the bed was her desk and under that was a chest that encased weapons and anything she didn't know what to do with. If it wasn't on the floor. She picked her coat up from off the bed and hung it over the chair, leaning on it and waiting for Myriil and Tao.

(quick little post just as a transition, from here Reia, Blaze, and Azalea can do whatever you want outside of this haha)
("npc"s are currently at everyone's will but obviously they'll still be sort off to the side)

(I'm bored. lets bring this back. I miss it.)

The elf sighed. "No? That's a no then? Well come on then you little pigeon and lets hope the dragons in a good mood today." Neo raised an eyebrow.
The dragons? it didn't matter anyway…. probably.

He walked into the cabin, almost dragging Myriil with him, but he let go of his hand as soon as they where both in.
Tao walked over to the dresser and hopped on top, crossing his legs underneath him.
From this point, not only was his back to the wall, but he had a slight advantage when it came to hight. Or at least more than he had before. From his perch, he was still a wee bit shorter than Myriil but at least he was taller than his waist now.

"So, what can we do for ya?" Neo asked, trying to lace his voice with Myriil's accent.
He watched Myriil's movements and mirrored them as best he could. That's what he was supposed to do right?