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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:12 pm
"Sounds like a plan," Aisha grabbed a roll and still held the orb, she leaned again a wall, watching it as she turned it around in her hand. "So if I can get the light to fill this orb.. How would that just end up with me mastering my ability?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:26 am
Cynn wrinkled her nose in irritation. Looks like Ferran was going to follow her no matter what, anyway. She jumped into her ship.
"I'm going back to the place where it all began," she said as she walked towards the helm. Her new crew of two(which rhymes again!), lifted the anchor and and secured the sails. 'Well whaddaya know? They are helpful.', Cynn thought.
The wind was blowing against the north. 'Perfect', Cynn thought. The wind certainly helped the Temor pick up speed and they were off. Cynn turned the wheel counter-clockwise, avoiding a cliff.
As soon as the coast was clear, she slumped over the huge wooden wheel, closing her eyes. 'I did come here for a crew...but I didn't expect that it would turn out to be my father and former babysitter. And I sure as hell didn't expect a vampire to be fighting on the king's side', Cynn though, sighing yet again.
It seemed that she has been sighing frequently as of late.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 5:17 pm
"Hahaha, mastery just because of filling in an orb full of light? If that was possible the entire kingdom would fall apart. No, what you are to do with that orb is to increase your light's power and be able to concentrate it in a small area. Once unleashed from high tension, massive power is released, causing damage in the shape or form you make it. Basically, we are making a weapon from a simple glass ball." Albel and Jack finished their meals and went back on deck where they each pulled out a sword and worked off the meal they engulfed with a little unfriendly sword play.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 5:40 pm
Ferran did have a rat on her ship, even though she didn't know it. It was a Sentinel, a type of shadow creature that was naturally invisible, and was able to watch and talk telepathically to Ferran if need be.
Ferran himself was on board the Silent Death, which, as big as it was, was still overstaffed, even with the 200 volunteers that had gone with Cynn. He felt worried, for some reason. He wasn't sure, but his heart ached when she decided to go a sepparate way than himself. He placed a hand over his heart, feeling the slow pulse there. He hadn't felt love for over two thousand years, and yet it seemed to have affected him again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:13 pm
((When I said crew of two, I meant my uncle and my babysitter, but fine, I'll take the volunteers xd ))
Cynn inhaled the ocean's salty smell. Her eyes were still shut, though she knew the sun was over the horizon -- it was the only thing that explained why she saw a blurred color of red and orange under her eyelids. They had been awake through the night.
She groaned, not wanting to open her eyes just yet, but forced herself to. The first thing she set her eyes on was the bow(that's the front part of the ship, right?) of the Temor and the almost blinding sun. She automatically squinted as a reaction, and lifted her head from the wheel to turn away from it.
"Gah!" Cynn groaned again, as she felt the lines on her face -- a result of the shape of the wheel molded into her skin. She rubbed it, thinking it would help.
"So, baby, you're finally awake?" a masculine voice said. It was a familiar voice; Cynn quickly idenitified it as her father. He was standing at the top of the stairs leading to the helm. She looked up at him, an emotionless expression on her face.
"Don't look at me so sourly..." Eiron said, a serious tone in his voice.
"Don't call me baby...and I wasn't sleeping," Cynn muttered as she walked past him, "Make sure the ship doesn't run into any bumps while I'm gone."
"Aye aye, Captain Cynn," Eiron said. She could hear a smugness to his voice. 'I think he likes the sound of his daughter's name with the title of Captain in front of it...p'shhh,' Cynn thought. Eiron was full of pride, gladly taking over for his daughter at the helm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:37 pm
Ferran's ship had set sail for a different place. Isle del los muertos. It was a dangerous place, said to be cursed. It was, since that was his home. He sighed. "I haven't been home in a long time. I wonder what i'll find."
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:54 pm
Cynn walked into the Captain's quarters. It was too fancy a name to give to a small room under the helm. She looked inside the wooden closet to her right and slowly walked to it. She opened it and grabbed some new clothes. Hers smelled like dead corpse and salt. How disgusting.
When she finished changing, she went into the kitchen-room-place, telling a woman, who came from Ferran's Silent Death, and assumed the position of Chef, to make her a sandwhich. It didn't matter what kind, so long as there were two pieces of bread covering both sides of the meat.
Once she was finished eating, she walked to the helm, watching her father with a cocked eyebrow. She leaned casually against one of the masts. Eiron didn't notice her, and wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't said something.
"We're going to the tavern where my men were killed. You'll be playing Captain for a while, inside the ship, keeping it moving at sea. You lot will not be coming with me when I enter the tavern. Understood?" Cynn said, very emotionless, but in truth she felt like she was dying. Like someone was repeatedly stabbing her heart, as she spoke those words harshly. She wanted to be taken seriously this time -- no execptions.
"Aye aye, Cap'n," Eiron said, turning his head, but not letting go of the wheel. He nodded once, with a smirk to his face. Cynn smirked back, walking back down to the deck.
She leaned against the side of the ship and looked out at sea. She sighed. It would be just another few hours until she would arrive.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 7:54 am
Time had passed with little problems for Ferran. The curses had been passed, and they had docked at the port to his home. He sighed. The sky was always dark from heavy cloud cover, and his home, a large mansion, stood in the center of the island. A lake rested behind it, but no human would ever survive entering it. He looked around. "Welcome home, Ferran old boy."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:06 am
Cynn saw the shore of the continent coming to view. She walked up the short flight of stairs, towards the helm, where her father was still at.
"I'll be fine from here, but I want you to stay out at sea," Cynn said, with a serious tone.
"Aye."
And with that, Cynn leaped into the water. She plunged about 8 feet under, holding her breath. She created a sphere around her head. The sphere was a sort of semi-permeable(omg, I still remember that word?!) membrane -- letting oxygen in and everything else out. She began to swim towards the shore.
If I don't get any answers today, there will be people dead.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:32 am
As if fated, Renji follow the track smell of blood of the young women he bit into back then, but the other one couldn't be detected or located any where.
Where the hell is that Ferran guy? Renji looked at Trek who shrug with without hesitation knowing what Renji was thinking. His ship crewless, his plan of attack hasn't change still, to get the gambit vampires to attack his foes. He lean againest the ship's wheel just taking in the smell of the ocean as he follow the trail of her.
"I wonder Trek.....how much longer is it going to be? How much longer is it until I get another message from that dam King?" Renji spoke playing with his earrings. Trek wasn't concern with the question cause his mind was on something else........the smell of the girl. They were getting closer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:19 pm
Cynn stood upright once she hit shallow water. Her eyes were intent. Answers must be given soon. It was only a matter of seconds.
She walked slowly towards the shore, sand crunching under her feet. Some towns folk, trying to enjoy their family time in the beach, saw Cynn approaching, and withdrew back into the town, into their homes. 'I must look that dangerous. Perfect.'
She arrived to where the pavement started, and made a quick left. A few more seconds and she would be there. A step closer, another step. Again, and again. Until she reached the front door of the tavern. It seemed so long ago, the last time she had been here. Of course there was a note written in blood red posted on the door. And inside were the dead bodies of her crew.
She reached for the knob, almost as slowly as she rose from the water, as if to savor every moment.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:54 pm
((My posts have been rather long...))
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:15 pm
Aisha nodded, playing with the ball a little by throwing it up and catching it as she leaned against the wall. After almost dropping the orb the fourth time she threw it, Aisha just watched the guys fight,
"is all that really necessary, the sword fight? What if one you guys knock another over or put a hole in the boat?"
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:16 pm
((Of course you'd be worried about the boat, lol))
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