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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Nov 2, 2019 21:29:18 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Red Lord didn't shy away from the offered bowl; smiling and nodding pleasantly in quiet but swiftly eyed the stew with scrutiny, idly stirring the meat and sniffing its contents with a practiced nose. He knew the inkish stench of The Darkest meats and greens, though it was hardly a settling measure.
"Bother..." He muttered to himself as he noted the dull tenor, the subtle shift of the wind. Disturbances he'd become too familiar with in the Dark; from the shadows that fell from the Night and candlelight, his mind made bones of the wood and he found the skulls that rested beneath the flesh of the Ursa's crew all too prominent. Their laxitude and joviality... the familiarity was almost mocking of the Darkest Estate and its true denizens.
It all seemed so hollow to the Once Lord; and he indulged in his toxic airs in his isolation. Reclused in the shadows, he idly rested the bowl against himself and thumbed the inset lip as catalyst to his idle musings.
"If you're going to do something...", a tired frigid tone grumbled in the chill ocean Night air,
"... He will not. Not his crew, not his problem; that is what you said, eh?", warm but belligerent words followed and Lekalis could do aught but squirm as he watched the crew with rather admirably veiled caution.
For all his self-set woe, he simply looked tired as his bored gaze drifted out to the sea.
At times, a midnight sail would have been a welcome reprieve from the madness of the land. But it seemed the Dark would haunt him even when it vanished beyond the horizon.
A realization that instilled melancholy to the Lordling's bright air.
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Post by rosallora on Nov 9, 2019 7:00:06 GMT -8
[Hugo]
The crewmate looked over the clown with scorn - but at least he was in good spirits, he supposes. The way the character moved instilled a fear in him, something strange and instinctual, and he put some space between himself and the prisoner. Wasn't it just a few hours ago that he had spat in the face of the captain? Regardless, he tromps through the ship and up the stairs, a straightforward, as-the-mouse-crawls path that led them straight up and facing the fading light. A man on deck was making his rounds, lighting wicks set deep in glass jars filled with oil and blubber to provide extra light in the ceaseless dark that would soon descend.
[Hugo, Lekalis, Volundr]
At the sight of the two emerging from the hold, the Captain took up her position at the quarterdeck, overlooking the gathering of men. She nods to a man, husky and blonde, who took a shuddering, heavy breath. He stood beside the mast, and two of the companions took lengths of chain, beginning to bind him there. Faerth took a gaze to the sky, some clouds, always clouds, covering the pale moon, but she knew when the time was right, it would all happen. Tonight, tonight. She looks in particular for the faces of the newcomers, and finds three of four - and the fool had been fetched, looking less vitriolic than before. A welcome change in pace.
The crew gathers, talking, mostly about the dinner and the chase to come, until she knocked against the rail and got their attention. "You all know what's to happen tonight... other than a select few." She grins white as some of the crewmates chuckle to themselves - one elbows Volundr in either a sign of camraderie or one-sided mirth - and looks to the mast before continuing, "But before the moon rises high enough, it seems we've picked up quite the clown. A fool, who might find himself back on land lacking a few fingers." A laugh goes up and the man with Hugo shoves him forward.
The captain looks down upon him. "Perhaps if you can entertain with some seasome song or tale, I'll let you return with them instead."
[Prescott]
The feeling of a prodding of wood jostles at the sailor. "Headin' up," a now familiar voice said. Hickory looked firstly at the man, then at the beyond, shifting his weight from one steady foot to the other. "Best wake yerself. I heard there's a show to be had before the main event." A smile splits his face as he turns, but he lingers in the doorway an extra moment, allowing him to make haste.
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Post by Kidney on Nov 10, 2019 23:32:13 GMT -8
Hugo eyed the man with cold, blinkless eyes. Well, as good as he could. The occasional blink interrupted his gaze, but, so was the nature of man. The man reminded Hugo of something. Someone. Someone from long times ago, in the wordless retreat from the Fool, Hugo felt more powerful than he did before. Locked in a cage, locked in a cage, locked in a damn cage. Though, were they locking Hugo away from the sailor, or were the sailors locked away from Hugo? What could he have done? Huh?
" Heheh~" Hugo was among the easiest of prisoners to move someplace else, happily offering wrists to be locked, and elbows to be held on his ride up to the world above. His hair had long since sweated so violently that it hung like a ghastly brown sheet over his face, breaking only to reveal green eyes taking in every detail. One, for example, a mouse in the far corner. Waterlogged. Poor feller. His eyes snapped ahead, and he found himself before the captain once more. He listened with a due smirk, and nodded knowingly, as if he did not realize he were the fool that she spoke of. Pushed forward, he responded to the laughter with a large smile, and used bound hands to push his hair back slicked across his skull.
He took a small moment to contemplate before he responded. "I suppose." He began, shrugging, "Though, I am but one man, and my singing voice is certainly not..." He stopped, reaching and tapping his chin. "fit."
He took a look to those he knew. The ones behind him that didn't belong here, out on the Olde Oceane. "I suppose I could tell a tale." He said. "But." He said again, "I do have one request. A committed!" He raised his voice loud, "Imaginative!" He stomped his foot, hair falling before his face again, "Quiet...audience."
He looked to the Captain, "And one guest actress."
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Post by EloHim on Nov 11, 2019 15:45:34 GMT -8
|Volundr|
The viking chose to ignore the game Captain was playing. If she liked toying with already caught prey - it was her shtick, Viking wouldnt say anything against it. He would've just used the poor bastard as bait for the serpent. Not like there's a better fate for him anywhere anyway.
Volundr stood near the nose of the ship, looking at the sky.
Thor will be there for him when the beast shows up. He wouldnt miss a chance to fight Jormungandr's spawn, just to spite the Elder Serpent himself. Some thunder and lightning to lighten up the mood of the whole hunt.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2019 22:37:21 GMT -8
The combination of the quiet, almost comfortingly nostalgic room, the high he was currently experiencing and his own nocturnal habits born from his current profession made it almost impossible to not doze off for a bit. It's not as if he was gonna get anywhere meditation wise with those factors anyway. Not much time passed before the Hunter had leaned himself back against the wall with his newly bandaged arms folded across his chest in a way where he could have been confused for awake had he been wearing his helmet and cowl. Least it made him easy to nudge awake.
Prescott responded with a small grunt at first as he ran a hand down his face to press out the headache he seemed to have been presented with before promptly pushing himself off the cot. Still, his head did feel a bit clearer then it had been prior, so there wasn't much to complain over. "Right right." Admittedly he was more interested in a meal to replenish his lost blood supply than whatever show Hickory seemed to be excited for, but chose to keep that to himself as he followed close behind the cartographer. Still, it's not like it wasn't something to at least inquire more about. "What about this show again? Wasn't payin much attention back then."
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Post by rosallora on Nov 17, 2019 10:53:02 GMT -8
Sal's eyes sweep over to the candyass lordling, but she decides not to open that can of worms on the first night. She may not have a taste for landed gentry, but she was still a captain, and a captain was first and foremost a caretaker to the crew. Not a torturer. Most of the time.
But just because she wasn't going to be terrible to the raven-haired prettyboy didn't mean she was going to give the rotten fool what he wanted. "Tavi," she says shortly. Tavi herself steps forward, wearing a set of breeches and loose shirt, grinning slightly. The anchor tattoo on the side of her head was rather visible in the light of the quarter moon. The woman marches on up with an easy gait, her hands resting on her wider hips. She looks at Hugo with round, brown eyes, deep enough to in the darkening light, look blackish.
She says nothing but looks eager enough; much more than Sal would've.
Hickory nudges Prescott as they walked up and onto the deck together, "Well, ain't sure exactly what's goin' on now. But just you wait. It's gonna be a good one, I can feel it in my bones." There was an energy and excitement in his voice that was undeniable. "If it'd had started, you'd know. You'd know." His brow wrinkles as what was happening currently comes into view, confusion plain on his face.
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Post by Kidney on Nov 17, 2019 12:41:20 GMT -8
Hugo, while at first disappointed, delighted at the addition of this new actress. Quickly, he smiled wide, eerily white teeth shining brightly in contrast to Tavi's dark eyes. He moved tenderly towards her, offering a hand to her, meaning to pull her to the center of Hugo's improvised stage. No wings, so frankly, surprise would be difficult without something hidden on the two of them already. Hugo's head remained on a swivel, the audience seemed to make a circle around the two.
Hugo was without his costume, so he could not force himself to play a sylvan role as promised, nor a womanly sort of character. But additionally, he could not be the hero of this story, not today. He sat in brief thought, nearly vibrating with energy. His greased mop of hair gently falling out of place with his nervous shakes. Though, in his frantic storyboarding, his eyes alighted with decorative flame, and he leaned towards Tavi in a hushed whisper.
"You're the Watcher in The Dark." He peaked up, looking into Tavi's eyes, "When i'm done, strangle me."
He rushed to the opposite side of the makeshift stage, looking then to the Captain, and allowing himself to shift into a more dramatic pose. His hands rose up his form to stop at both his breast and his head, while one leg trailed up his other, and settled his foot on his opposite knee.
The stage was set, and Hugo allowed one long moment for anticipation to simmer.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Nov 17, 2019 17:13:14 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Admittedly, it would have been rude to ignore the Fool's play, forced as it was. Strange and innately perturbing as it was. And the Lord was far from one to be rude without intent... so, with an emboldening sigh, he shut his eyes and looked to Hugo as his presence invited commotion. The Captain's invitation was a rather cruel jest, and doubly, an invitation for violence if the measure of Hugo's previous dance was anything to go by.
That too drew Lekalis' attentions, as he set aside the Trident in the shadow of the steps leading up to the helm and wheel, he chose to find a place at the middlepoint of those stairs to get a better vantage on the show. The meal given to him beginning to vanish as he couldn't help but think upon the Fool's intent; regardless, the Lord kept his spear at his side and quietly meditated upon the angle of which to throw it should the worst transpire.
He noticed the curious silhouettes of the crew, each diligently taking roles in this foolish forray. It was clear this was meant to be an appetizer to the main course... All the Captain had asked was a song or dance, he supposed, it was innocent enough. Yet asking the mad fool for one...
Lekalis slipped a frustrated sigh that begat a yawn, he pinched the bridge of his nose and idly swept some sleep from his eyes before feeling a shiver run up his spine; the thoughts of the show fell away as he looked to the railings in worry, then to the various lanterns lit, then the crow's nest.
He probed the ship's perimeter for a night's watch, lest there be more pressing matters than a bloody fool.
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Post by EloHim on Dec 11, 2019 7:06:50 GMT -8
|Volundr| He decides to move himself away from the group, getting up to the helm, walking around the man dressed in red. He doesn't look like he belongs to this place… If he didn't meet captain before, he would’ve thought that this man looked the part.
Maybe the Hamlet was not only a supply stop but also a crew recruiting trip before a dangerous job? To have some meat for the beast that wasn't too precious to lose. That’s what Volundr would’ve done if he were the Cap’n.
He finds himself a quiet place near the railings and sat himself down, throwing a quick glance on the waves.He puts his weapons and shield before him and for a second all was calm.
Volundr was no shaman by trade. He had blood of those who spoke the will of the gods to the people, yes...and he could claim to hear his Gods too. And despite his choice of trades fairly distant from that, despite the passage of time... he remembered his mother’s rituals fairly well.
He picks up the shield. Volundr doubted that he’ll even need this in the fight with the beast. So it would be best fit for the task. “Ríst ek bótrúnar, ríst ek bjargrúnar, einfalt við alfum, tvífalt við trollum, þrífalt við þurs”
He uttered carving the “Helm of Awe” onto the wooden surface of his shield with an iron stake. That was an arduous process, which he would probably complete by the time the jester is done.
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Post by rosallora on Dec 25, 2019 13:38:30 GMT -8
Tavi stands to the side, ready. She already has her hands in the proper forms, she feels prepared for what she has been asked to do. Strangling? Easy! Fake-strangling? Maybe harder!
The stage was set, the lights were lit. The moon overhead-
The moon overhead.
Hugo begins his performance, something to stun and array, to knock the sailors off their feet or to fill their minds with dread. And something changes in the air, the boat suddenly smells of seaweed sop thick like the bottom of the ocean floor.The figure bound to the mast in chain roars, skin splitting from skin, the pigment changing, the texture of flesh morphing, and the man known as Tobin was no longer human. Teeth gnashed, eyes with pupils all wrong and skin pulled tight darted and struggled against the bright air, not adapted for this setting. Tentacles splay out, rolling in colors of pale, wrong blue and bony white, thrashing to free himself from the heavy chain.
"The overture took too long," Sal says, and even she is on guard as she approaches the creature. The crew watch, steady-eyed. Tavi breaks her gaze away from Hugo in order to watch the monster as it roared. The water foams about the ship, rocky seas gathering closer, and Sal levies her saber at the beast.
"New blood," she calls back, and her eyes fall to each of the adventurers in turn. "Which of you will give it?"
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Post by EloHim on Dec 27, 2019 14:52:33 GMT -8
[Volundr]
He was done with his work before the sorry excuse for the jester was.He ignored his "theatrics" for the most part. But then... The roar made Volundr jump and his heart beat faster. It was not something he ever heard before. Neither from man nor beast. Such a magnificent monstrosity... a stuff of legends. Should he kill it? The world would be much safer without such uncontrollable shapeshifters...but no. They needed him to track a bigger kill. This spawn of Njordr will have to wait more for his death-day.
Viking puts the hammer away,the shield - on his back.He holds the harpoon tight in his right hand and goes down the ladder. He pushes through the crew to the captain. He was going to commit to the hunt. Allow Skaði to guide his arms and legs.
"I will. But if it tries to bite off me arm, I'm going to take way more than that." - he answers her call.
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Post by Kidney on Dec 27, 2019 14:55:56 GMT -8
Misguided interests plagued the artist's mind before a grand performance, though, as moon revealed true form lain under unsuspecting deckhand, Hugo found himself only in the company of the pre-show jitters. He shook them from his form, hands and feet shifting to use up nervous energy before the maddening non-ringing of his feet left Hugo with some form of sadness, or hate. Ears then, unfettered by pointless small-talk of the awaiting crowd, caught jab and jape alike. Hate, from before, idling then in the absence of pleasant ring-dings shot forward like a cobra, "It 'vastn't a fucking musical number." Aimed at The Captain.
Her whole character arc could have been summed up on a single page, her wants and desires on another. Shallow, shallow like the deckhands around him. Where ears had heard a vast amount of sounds from them before, the one known as Tobin had made noises most peculiar, and Hugo turned to observe what had made them. Tobin, quite blatantly, was not human. He was something much greater. Hugo documented the monster within his mind, an internal sketchbook, for many moons he knew he would recreate this puzzling image, the creation of matter.
The next words spoken by the Captain captivated Hugo, whose eyes swept to the saber brandished now by the hollow woman who named herself Admiral...or something to that effect. Beauty was held by Tavi, in Hugo's eyes. He did not know what to call Sal, maybe...Sallitrice. No. No, that was stupid to even conjure within the mind.
Hugo, to those around him, had now begun to look at his feet, preoccupied with a clever way to rename Captain Sal, he muttered to himself, lost in his own mind, slobbering a good amount.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2019 15:29:40 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With the brandished beams of Luna, and the howl of a beast, Lekalis found his mind stolen from his paranoia to the present and monstrous sight that writhed upon the deck and amidst the crew.
He had missed Tobin bound to the mast, but seeing such a creature shed the last of its human skin was enough for the Ex-Lord to piece together the horrific bridge to such a frightful coda. There was distance, bodies, and chains between himself and the monster, but he still moved with a slight startle; almost spilling his meal before swallowing what little he'd silently stowed into his mouth and setting it aside beneath the stairs.
All those upon the deck seemed utterly nonchalant about the creature, and perhaps that alone was why Lekalis himself didn't lunge forward with his spear to impale the creature.
He stole three quick steps up the stairs to get a better view of the proceedings, and the clarity only inspired greater tension in his muscles. A small incredulous chuckle escaped him as he palmed his temple and swept his inkish locks behind his ears, what a fool he was to think this venture free from madness... yet his amusement failed to linger, as the freedom of this ship implied greater designs that stretched beyond the horizons.
Lekalis swallowed these worries down and tightened his grip on his weapon, poised and ready...
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Post by rosallora on Dec 27, 2019 20:34:44 GMT -8
"At least one of you has some balls," Sal laughs, looking at Volundr. Tobin's roaring rattles the ship, his jaw unhinging to reveal row upon row of terrible teeth. "Almost as if you all hadn't ever seen a monster before." Tobin's blue eyes have become engorged and pale, inhuman, the iris taking up all the space that the sclera should. The monster strains at the chains and Sal looks at the other two men, the Fool and the Lordling. "Stop salivating and get yourself together, you blubbering clown. Sir, sheathe that sword unless you have some blood to give to the beast as well. Volundr, was it? Step forward." Sal takes a small dagger from her belt. "I'd use my own but the salt of this particular ocean has tainted it for too long. It's too far gone. You, however... you're fresh. And he'll respond to what you have to offer."
Tavi steps away from Hugo, blending back in with the horde of seamen. The three of them are left on the deck alone, separate, the captain standing between them and the howling beast.
"All I need is a bit to fleck the beast with. Something to calm him, to get his attention." The Captain has her eyes trained on Volundr.
Hickory steps up, a scroll and pen in his hand. "I'm ready, captain." He looks at Volundr in turn, and... well. He realizes that the man had never left the boat last night. Ah, shit.
Sal inclines her chin. "What say you, viking."
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Post by EloHim on Dec 28, 2019 11:30:07 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"Hey, Hickory! You better thank my Gods that this journey has a kill that interests me. Else your ass would've already been filled with your hand-replacements, ya forgetful cunt." - he says, a bloodthirsty grin flashing on his face. he would've spat on the floor to emphasize the point but it wasnt his ship. Captain would take offence. But...One-handed bastard needed to know how lucky he is to still be standing with his both feet on the deck.
"I say give me the god's damn dagger already and lets give this pest of Njordr something to focus on."-he puts away the harpoon as he takes the dagger from Captain's hands. Viking walks closer to the beast, and cuts his left palm with the dagger.
"Take now the blood of Volundr, son of Havard, grandson of Floki. Lead us to the Child of Jormungandr ."- he says, as he makes his left hand into a fist, allowing blood to flow onto the beasts head...if that was a head... He didn't bother to comprehend the beast, now that he thought about it. Maybe that was a good thing. That monstrosity looked like breeding ground for migraines.
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