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Vacation in Skysaeia
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Vacation in Skysaeia"The Monsters..." Moon trailed off, attempting to recall her history lessons. Nothing. Yet Lydia called the above ground species humans. And Genghis Khan. "Was the planet you were from called, by any chance, earth?"
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Jack scowled at the nickname, and flounced off with food in both hands. Storming onto the deck, she returned to the upper deck of the ship, only to see her new navigator engrossed in conversation with the newcomer. Her first mate joined her at the railing, following her gaze.
"She's really coming out of her shell, Captain. Never seen anything like it. The past thirty minutes have been something out of a storybook..." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, taking the food from her reluctant fingers, and tossing it overboard. Something swimming alongside the boat attacked it instantly, churning the waters where the food had landed.
"Thank you, Wick," She said, lost in thought. "What's so special about... her?"
"She's oblivious, Jack." He said quietly. "She doesn't know what a fraction of what we do, and miraculously, she hasn't said anything wrong. Yet."
He paused.
"Perhaps they'll be good for each other."
"You had better be right." Jack smiled at him, touching the hand on her shoulder. With a deep breath, she set out towards the bow and where Moon was standing and Lydia was hovering.
"Anything yet, girls? This will be our last stop before the Beyond. Make sure we have everything in order."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Lydia stopped talking for a minute, her expression unreadable.
"...Earth... I wonder if the above-grounders appreciated the sky. Or the stars."
Lydia seemed lost in thought, her legs crossed in the air, floating upside-down. It was really difficult to take Lydia seriously.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
And then Jack was there, checking in on their progress. Moon jolted to attention and looked up, cheeks slightly red. "Any second now, Captain. The island should be coming into view for Lydia now." She double-checked their heading, aligning her instruments with the sun. The isle of Heliusanti, with its bright deserts, zeppelins, and colourful hot-air balloons was one of the last great civilizations on this side of Skysaeia.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"Food is ready! Get down to the kitchen for a meal!"
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
She sprinted down the stairs, captain's jacket billowing out behind her. She let out a resigned sigh. This was totally not her job. "What do you need help with?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Out of the four witches in the kitchen, only one was corporeal. The others were two-dimensional and pitch-black, similar to the animated shadow on deck. Except that they were (somehow) able to carry pots and pans around.
The three Iterals were confused, but the colorful one pointed at the little elevator. "Alright, even though my time powers are behind me... time to overclock!" Heh. At least her sense of humor was still there. The dumbwaiter started moving, but every time it did, a shadow merged into it and became a platform with food, before it reformed and held the pot in their hands.
The real deal grabs plates and cutlery. "Can you open the doors as I go up?" She holds the plates on her head and cutlery on each hand, smiling. "Ahhh, I missed being in my 20s!"
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Lydia observed Moon quietly for a second, before laughing.
"Man, you seem like you'd hate my brother."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say." Iteral said, cleaning the kitchen now. The shadows upstairs were handling the food, so she could clean. "Oh, you have sinister shadow powers, are you evil? Or... "Ohhh, I don't trust those shadows of yours, Crewman Iteral."" She chuckles, taking a rag off her shoulder and cleaning the pots. "I could tell you how I can be trustworthy. Or how I actually use light powers to subdue opponents and heal with shadows. Or maybe some convoluted story about how shadows saved my life or why I might not be evil despite handling the dark arts of shadows. But... I'm not going to. I am sure you heard plenty of those already, as an esteemed captain. And I am sure you can tell, if I planned malevolence or not, right? So, I'll leave it at the following." She laughs a bit, then points the pot at Jack. Not in a threatening way, more to... emphasize what she's saying.
"What you think of shadows and light... does not always apply."
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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"I know that. Probably better than you think." She looked down at her fingers, brow furrowing. Jack could tell that this conversation was bordering on deeper waters. She nodded once to the shadow fixing her up. "And for what it's worth, I don't judge. Not at first glance, at least."
She began to draw a little pattern in the flour on the counter next to her, crossing her legs in front of her. It began to take on the silhouette of a sun and moon, and Jack went with it, making it slightly more ornate.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Lydia touched the faintly glowing scar across her neck.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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"There's nothing to tell. You already know the important parts. My second life started six years ago on this ship. That's all that matters." Jack seemed to have closed herself off. She stared down at the ornate sun and moon for a second longer, before angrily swiping it off the counter. "I'll see you on the upper deck, Crewman."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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Jack reemerged onto the deck, making brief eye contact with Warwick. He alone could tell that she was not okay; he alone knew why.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Lydia stared off into the sky, blankly.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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"She just laughed." Warwick muttered.
"I know. But Wick, let her have her happy thoughts. They'll be some of the last this ship will hear for a while if the whispers are true..."
She adjusted her Captain's hat and strode confidently up to the helm. Back to normal.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.