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Post by Immortalia » Sat Feb 27, 2010 3:14 am

Immy tilted her head to the side when the otter stopped, and she realized that he finally noticed her. Her ears flickered as she looked up at him, doing her best to keep her fur from bristling, to keep from growling at him. However, she wasn’t as annoyed with him as she would be with a normal male, just because of how heavy the scent of dirt was upon his body. When he knelt down, she held her ground and just glared at him, her lips pulling slightly into a snarl, yet she still did her best to hold herself together. Brows furrow in confusion when the otter’s eyes seemed to go out of focus, his features changing. Tilting her head to the side, she couldn’t help but emit a quiet whine when he woofed at her, and she seriously wondered if he was all…together in his mind.

The vixen was left standing there, staring at the otter in confusion when he just got up and left. She was just about to start following him again when she heard footsteps behind her. Seeing that it was her cousin, she bounded over to him and yipped in greeting, as well as acknowledging his dinner message. Though whether she actually showed up or not wouldn’t really matter, since the Captain and the rest of her crew would just see her as some random feral fox.

While the otter was different, he had yet to do anything that was of any real suspicion, so Immy shook her head. Her cousin’s question also made her remember the other youth that was with the otter, the striped one. So far, it seemed like the otter was harmless enough, but what about the other male? The tigerfox had gone down to the cargo hold earlier, and she wondered if he had returned on deck yet. Frowning slightly, she nudged her cousin’s leg, before bounding off again towards stairs to head onto the deck to see if the tigerfox was done in the cargo hold. Reaching the deck, she quickly scanned the crew, and saw that he was still missing. Her tail held high, she sniffed the air and trotted towards the doorway leading down to the cargo hold…
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"Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy."-Nora Ephron
(O.o So does that make me sane?)

[b]It was never a dessert war to begin with. It was never between cookies and doughnuts.
You people will never understand.[/b]
/end rant

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Post by Rackenhammer » Mon Mar 01, 2010 6:34 pm

Tel looked with worry at his apprentice, wondering what strange magical affliction was surfacing in Naia... and then realized by the green undertone to the pink fur that the affliction was much more prosaic. "Oh, that's just seasickness. Happens to pretty much everyone on their first sea voyage, unless you're what they call a 'born sailor.' You get used to the rocking motion eventually." Tel offered his arm. "It helps sometimes if you hold on to something or someone."

When his cousin shook her head, a little of Tel's now more-or-less permanent anxiety alleviated. The otter, at least, could be more closely examined without fear of some disaster. *Best not let our guard down, though.* Tel considered going belowdecks, but if Naia was seasick, that was not a wise course of action. In any case, the ship was heading into open waters. He may very well be called upon for another task.
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Post by Kitsunegami » Sat Mar 06, 2010 4:38 pm

((skipping ahead a little since 2 seem to be MIA.))

The rest of the day had been uneventful for most of the crew, having been used to handling what the sea could throw at them. Naia was battling with seasickness for the first time, while Tira was getting used to the new temporary crew members on their way to Gawain. It will be a bit of time before everything is settled. For now, all but 2 of the newcomers were invited to Tira's cabin for the evening meal. The first few meals were as though from port. Fresh meats, fruits, vegetables, and all of what could be expected from port.

The meal of the first evening from port was prepared carefully. A little bit of everything was prepared, more to show that the mage's party was welcome as opposed to a display of wealth. Much of the food was prepared as popular dishes from around Feila. "I thank you all for coming. The meal has been specially prepared to welcome you aboard." she said as she walked to the back of the table and added some hot water to a small yamahanese kettle of green tea.

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Post by Rainwhisker » Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:18 pm

Feres was nicely dressed in his doublet from the morning - and finding an old, unused justaucorps in the drawer in his room, he wore the long sleeved silk over his clothes after a fine brushing. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the food - coming from every inch of the country, it just sparked a train of memories to flood into his head. Each reminding him of different times he had spent in many countries.

His mouth could already taste the delicious aroma that wafted from the food laid out ahead for him, but he waited for Telemain to lead.
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Post by Sade » Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:39 am

Not sure whether the summons to the captain's table applied to her- and unable to eat food- Melissa declined. Instead she spent her time in the cargo hold with Morbus, talking about flowers and home and family, and all of the little things she hadn't had a chance to share with anyone since the nightmare of her transformation. Every once in a while she would lift and move a piece of the cargo for the sake of feeling productive, but mostly she just stood around running her non-existent mouth. True to his word, the tigerfox never once showed a sign of discomfort or disgust at her present, for which she was immensely relieved. Here was a real friend.

Unbeknownst to her, she was growing weaker. Even as she muddled animatedly through a half-accurate description of her parent's flower garden her limbs were becoming heavy, her movements sluggish, her voice slower, deeper, and quieter. The vast depths of water below and to every side of her seemed to press inward through the hull as if the mass of the ship was not even there. She was as a lone spark adrift in murky blackness all around. But as the walls closed in and her vision, artificial and augmented as it was, began to blur, she failed to notice any of it, so entranced with her new friend she had become.

Now the conversation took a turn away from her past and to his. She meekly asked the tigerfox where he was from, what his home was like, whether he missed his family or not. She wanted to know everything- his life story- especially in those areas where she could directly relate. She wanted Morbus to be a kindred spirit, someone she could rely on, follow, help and be helped by, and spend time with. Her sea-damaged intuition told her it might be so, and the very real danger he afforded was in no way apparent.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Sun Mar 07, 2010 1:49 pm

Telemain had been somewhat disappointed that Melissa could not join this welcoming banquet, but was comforted by the fact that she seemed to have made a friend out of her own initiative. He'd managed to identify, up close, the fact that Morbus was a shapeshifter, but the more morbid details were not apparent. *Really, anyone who would take the time to befriend Melissa is either very good in his heart... or very, very twisted.* To this end, he'd asked Immy to keep an eye on them.
But these thoughts were only in the back of his mind. Right now, he was facing hospitality. "I thank you, captain, for this generous display." Tel took her greeting as an indication for his party to be seated. The ferx was a fairly well-traveled fur himself, and was pleased to see the various delicacies. *I'll have to warn Naia about the Kim Chee, I don't know if she likes spicy food.* Before eating, though, there was a question he had to ask. "Pardon me if I seem rude, but I don't think this is how you normally welcome new crew members. And, as I stand the possibility of ill will from my fellow recruits not so honored, I should like to know why we have found ourselves blessed with this hospitality."
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Post by Immortalia » Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:33 pm

Morbus decided to stay in the cargo hold with Melissa, while the rest of her companions went off to eat with the captain. Though he did excuse himself briefly, after asking if she had wanted anything, and returned with a bowl of stew. While he wanted to become close to her, he wasn’t about to starve himself to accomplish the task. He ate in relative silence as he listened to her story, of her reminiscing of her past. He had been annoyed though, at the various interruptions, from the ferx letting Melissa know of their plans, to the annoying familiar of the wizard’s. It was a bit eerie, how the thing just sat there and watched them.

His attention remained focused on the construct, knowing that it was a delicate process. To win her over, to get her to completely trust him. With her trust, he will have access to an open book of knowledge, to get close to that wizard, to learn more, maybe even learn now one would create something like Melissa. These thoughts were the only thing keeping him there, keeping him occupied, his mind, his voices, all working for a single goal.

He had; of course, notice that Melissa’s voice was slowly changing. Even when she randomly moved around the cargo, he noticed she did it with less efficiency, and much slower than when the journey first began. Great, it really would be his luck that he gets close to her, gain her trust, and she dies. Hoping that wouldn’t be the case, he set his empty bowl aside as he moved closer to her. “Are you feeling alright?â€
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"Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy."-Nora Ephron
(O.o So does that make me sane?)

[b]It was never a dessert war to begin with. It was never between cookies and doughnuts.
You people will never understand.[/b]
/end rant

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Post by Indrick151 » Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:46 pm

Cain had been moving about the ship aimlessly, acquainting himself with it’s interior and nooks and crannies. Well most of them, he’d padded into the cargo hold, almost intending to sit down there because it was quiet, that was until he saw the fox there and turned away. It was at this point that he realised that none of his other new crewmates were anywhere to be found, nor was the captain. They’d vanished, though considering that he had seen one of them in a nice doublet and walking to the captain’s cabin, he had to assume that there was a banquet for them.

For them. The words echoed around his head. For them. What made them so special that they had a right to receive that treatment? Who decreed that they could dine there? Why hadn’t he been invited? Was it because he wasn’t a wizard or in tow with one? He felt resentment gnaw at him again. He was the forgotten, even Morbus has left him to talk to that thing, did no one care about him? Suddenly he snapped himself out of those thoughts, remembering that he needed none of the people here, he didn’t need their companionship, all he needed was to kill one person. That was all. For his death alone Cain lived. They could banquet and enjoy themselves as much as they wished, Cain didn’t care, why should he? Why should he give a damn about any of them? They would end up where he had been one day, they would die one day, so why should they be special to him?

He trudged back up on deck and looked out over the water as they sailed, daylight fading into the west. Darkness was coming, and stars flickered overhead, like fearful eyes peaking out of cracks to look upon these travellers. His stomach rumbled, voicing it’s hunger, a sound he was still not used to again, just like was hunger was still strange. He looked at the crewmembers who continued their duties in the fading daylight. He sighed again and turned back and went below decks, and went to the crew quarters, laying down on a pallet to sleep. Forgotten, and simmering with resentment. He didn’t sleep though, instead he laid there, his chest feeling like it should burst from all of his emotions. He wanted to scream and punch something to let it out. But resisted the urge.

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Post by Kitsunegami » Mon Mar 08, 2010 3:00 pm

"The simple answer is that there is something I find unsettling about them. However, I also welcome all those directly associated with any mage that boards my vessel. Not all mages are as unbiased as yourself." she said, waiting for them to all find a seat.

"Once you are all ready, do begin to eat. I have some Oolong Tea prepared, as well as a fine Domish wine, and some Gawainian Scotch, if you would prefer something stronger." she said placing the bottles of scotch and wine on the table before motioning to the tea.

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Post by Sade » Mon Mar 08, 2010 4:44 pm

"That's really sad," Melissa crooned in monotone as she slowly shifting a stack of ornate chairs one by one from where they stood to a space opposite the hold. Another fur ducked into the room but turned back immediately upon seeing Immortalia. The construct waited a short while and continued, very slowly, "but now you don't have to survive all on your own, because we're here too. You should come with us to Telemain's school. He says there's lots of nice people there..."

She bent over and lifted the last chair from the floor. It was at that point that her legs decided they were not going to support her weight. She sank slowly at first, leaning forward and back, spreading her feet farther apart for stability in a vein attempt to regain control. It was a futile effort. After a few short seconds she toppled over, hands splayed out in front of her, crushing the chair and thunking heavily against the floorboards. A bizarre coolness spread throughout her body, so far as she could feel her own body. She felt empty, growing emptier by the second, like a terrible hunger unknown to her.

With some effort she rolled onto her side, dim, nearly black-red eyes pulsing rhythmically, darker and darker each time. Was Morbus there? She couldn't tell. All she saw was abstract gibberish racing around her field of view. What was wrong with her? What had she done to cause this? She wracked her brain for answers, searching memories from her time as a child and later as a killing machine. She thought of the rats. They hadn't taught her anything in a formal sense, but they often conversed in her presence, in a way she could understand but not describe. There was something about how they moved, where they went, who they killed, that Melissa thought through muddied mind was telling of her current affliction.

The oceans. The rat monsters never traveled the oceans! The strange, alien fear she had felt before the voyage suddenly made sense to her: it was the water, everywhere, deep and dark, so much water... Was the ocean killing her? Was she going to die? She had wanted death only days before, but the prospect terrified her. Before it had been a calculated move, something she could decide for herself, but now she felt powerless, doomed to whatever fate befell her.

She rolled onto her back, head lolling limply, arms and legs writhing slowly against the deck as she tried in vein with what strength remained to right herself.
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Post by Immortalia » Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:53 pm

Morbus gave Melissa a shrug. His past wasn’t something he really dwelled in, especially not when there were so many voices in his head, always keeping him company. He looked up when Cain seemed like he was about to join them, but Morbus shrugged him off when the otter turned around and left. The most important part was to focus on the construct for now, and immerse himself within her friends. His ears perked at the mention of joining them, and his eyes lit up with delight. “Really? Are you sure?â€
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Immy and Immortelle updated as of Dec 25/09

"Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy."-Nora Ephron
(O.o So does that make me sane?)

[b]It was never a dessert war to begin with. It was never between cookies and doughnuts.
You people will never understand.[/b]
/end rant

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Post by Rackenhammer » Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:48 pm

"Tea for now, thank you." Telemain accepted the cup, and sipped the hot liquid carefully. The captain's reasons made sense enough; having an able sea mage was a luxury for most ships, and many mages expected exceptional treatment by virtue of their abilities. *As if one should afford a skilled carpenter the same. Although, when wood is the only thing between you and a watery grave, such respect would be justified in that case.*
Alas, Tel was not fated to enjoy the meal in peace. Immy came in quickly and tugged at his long vest. "What is it?" He asked, as if expecting a verbal response All that came was a bark, but that was enough.
"Apologies, my dear captain, but I am needed elsewhere." He downed the rest of his tea in one gulp, disregarding his scalded trachea, and bolted out of the cabin.

Tel took the ladder stairs down to the cargo hold two at a time.
"Melissa!" He cried out, rushing to the construct's side. On the other side was Morbus. the strange looked relieved to see them, so Tel temporarily dismissed from his mind the possibility that it was his fault.
What exactly was wrong was hard to tell. "Melissa, what is wrong? Are you just disoriented, or in danger of death?" Tel spoke softly, but not calmly. Deep within him was the panic of a doctor facing a new, virulent disease.
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Post by Sade » Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:14 pm

She looked to the heavens briefly, her young face a mask of fear, but saw nothing but the roiling storm. Wind blasted her face, water stung her eyes, her arms and paws ached as she maintained a death-grip on the side of a sheer cliff face. Hanging from her feet, serrated fingers digging through the soles of her shoes, was the impossible weight of... her body, the construct, glaring up with blood red eyes. Below the construct was blue-blackness disturbed here and there by dark, serpentine shapes. The individual strands of her braided hair had come undone and each stretched an impossible distance into the darkness below. The utter silence was broken by occasional sounds of wood creaking and worried voices, distorted and deepened like distant thunder, wafting down from above; from below, whispered accusations, hatred, anger.

A strand of her hair whipped up from the darkness, cut by one of the silhouettes below, and one of her paws came loose from the cliff face. She desperate dug tiny claws back into the rock. Another strand was severed: her left hand began to slip from its grip, her arms grew weak. The immense weight of the construct was pulling her down, down. The entities, whatever they were, were cutting her off from... something she needed to live; they were breaking the tenuous ethereal links stretching between her soul and the bedrock hundreds of feet below the waves.

More accusations. More insane lengths of hair cut. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut and screamed at the top of her lungs.

The last length of hair snapped. Both hands slipped from the cliff face... She didn't fall. Instead the mile-long hair follicles whipped one after the other into the clouds above and the nightmare around her exploded.

...

"-danger of death?"

The constructs eyes brightened from non-existent to noticeably red and luminous- nowhere near their usual appearance, but exhibiting the same kind of expressionless awareness that they had before. Radiant magic surrounding the wizard began to flow into the black body of the machine, imperceptibly slow at first, but picking up vigor and volume by the second until the air between him and her crackled.

Melissa abruptly reached up and clamped a claw around Telemain's wrist. The enchanted 'gloves' covering the serrated edges of her hand immediately burst into flames as magic poured across the interface. "I don't want to die," the words floated weakly from her sealed muzzle, lacking any of the agony of the dilemma she now faced. Her monotonous voice was weak, but her radiant eyes cast a harsh, resolute light. Like a battery, she was liable to drain him. She did not want to die, not like this, but neither did she want to kill the first feilan to show her compassion in so long. And yet, she couldn't stop herself. Her hand would not move from his wrist. If anything it only squeezed harder and harder with every passing moment.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Thu Mar 11, 2010 2:53 pm

"Ayagh!" The shock to Tel when Melissa grabbed his wrist was intense. His other wrist convulsed wildly before it caught hold of Morbus' shoulder.
The ferx could feel magic being drawn out of him, and more besides. "Naia!" He gasped out. He wasn't sure if his apprentice had followed him, but if she had, she would have enough energy to recharge Melissa. For that was the problem, Tel could see now. All constructs need a source of energy, and for Melissa, the energy came from the land. Now that the ship was no longer in sight of land, she had to draw that same life-energy from whatever source she could find. That was Tel, and Morbus as well, now that there was a channel connecting them. *Maybe it will buy a little time!*
The solution was quite easy to see. The Sea had energies of it's own which could be channeled into Melissa, if her "power receptors" could be made to draw from it. It was not going to be easy for Tel to change them if he couldn't hold onto enough energy to work. "Melissa, there is energy and life in the Sea itself. Can you feel it, use it?" If the ferx couldn't do it, maybe she could herself...
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Post by Immortalia » Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:51 pm

Morbus looked up when the fox came running back into the hold, and was relieved to see the wizard following close behind. It had occurred to him that he might be suspected of doing this to Melissa, but as long as she doesn’t die, he doubted she’d let them hurt him. Kneeling beside the large construct, he looked hopefully at the ferx, wanting him to do something, anything, just so Morbus could get an idea what he was capable of. He was slightly disappointed though when the ferx looked as clueless as Morbus and there seemed to be fear in the wizard’s eyes.

The youth jumped when the cloth binding the construct’s claws burst into flames, and his gaze drifted between the wizard and Melissa, wondering just who was responsible for that. But there wasn’t any time to contemplate that as he felt the paw on his shoulder, and the tigerfox winced as pain flowed through his body, his head immediately started pounding. Random images flooding through his mind, yet he couldn’t really make sense of it all. Certain faces kept reappearing, some more often than others, like these rats that look dead and yet…

Hand raised to his head as blood slowly dripped from his nostrils, it was hard for him to sort out all the images, as it almost seemed like there were two minds…Of course…He was probably connected to both the ferx…Telemain, and Melissa. More pain shot through his head, but he could just barely make out Tel’s words, and his mind sought what Tel was trying to convey.

He wondered if Melissa could even hear them, and decided to take matters into his own hands. He’d never actually done it before, but it shouldn’t be much different from digging through someone’s mind to know everything about them. All he needed to do was seek out Melissa’s mind, preferably the child within her, and see if he could push through the images of what Tel wanted her to do. He could feel his own energy draining, and he could feel himself slowly losing control. By now, his eyes have turned blood red as he fought the voices inside his head. Weakness…They always loved it when he was weak, because it meant they could come out and play. With each second that passes and Melissa keeps draining him, the more he could feel his control slip, the strongest and murderous side of him just fighting, pushing the boundaries, wanting to come out and play…
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Immy and Immortelle updated as of Dec 25/09

"Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy."-Nora Ephron
(O.o So does that make me sane?)

[b]It was never a dessert war to begin with. It was never between cookies and doughnuts.
You people will never understand.[/b]
/end rant

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