|
Post by Envy on Feb 2, 2017 19:24:16 GMT
"I've got it but don't piss off the Monkey his doesn't like being called an Ape. Also you'll have to do a lot more if you want me to go overboard just a warning about myself in no way shape or form a threat to any of you. Heed my warning and you'll all find out that I'm not all piss 'n' vingar." Says Mike as he walks towards the diplomat's office.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 2, 2017 19:41:35 GMT
The Broken Zubmariner blinked in surprise as the gentleman enthusiastically shook hir hand not many people touched hir these days probably because of the bandages. He'd read the file? Unless he had some very significant pull that meant he knew about half of the truth as there were in fact two files one with lots of redacted sections and another kept very secure in the personal vault of the Dark Spectacled Admiral which held the entirety of the Broken Zubmariner's reports and was certainly not to be read by the faint of heart. The Broken Zubmariner followed the diplomat into his office removing hir captains cap as was only polite.
|
|
|
Post by Deaths on Feb 3, 2017 3:06:00 GMT
Edward walks slowly towards the lady in red, her cat, and the other one, looking towards the ground he rubs the bite mark on his neck and begins to mumble. "Giant snakes, and now 'Fingerkings', its going to be alright, no prisoner's honey, and we will be fine." He picks up his faithful weasel, and cradles him. "You better start pulling your weight around here, we have a deal remember?" He whispers into the ears of Discovery, who wakes up at his words grabbing Edwards left hand he pops Ed's middle finger in his mouth, and begins to suckle it until adorably falling asleep. He throws Discovery over his right shoulder, and heads back to the professor, he had something about him that reminded Ed of Father. While remembering the good all days a man pops through the door and begins speaking rapidly.
It was clear that this man was their employer, he knew the two fancy ones, and the mummy. The mummy was a captain, that was interesting, he wondered "Why the bandages? Who dresses him? What else does he do?" He looks at Ms. Jessica for a moment, she would know probably everything about this man, but it's best not to go to that well too many times. She was a hawk, and he was a rabbit in her world, best to not pop out of his little bunny hole until it was safe. He follows the man and the mummy inside, Ed takes his hat off too in mimicry of the captain. The office was pretty big and well decorated, it looked similar to his fathers den, there was enough chairs for everyone formed in a half circle in front of his desk. Edward sits in the center most chair before everyone else. He fidgets with his hat in his hands spinning it on his right pointer finger while rocking a little bit in the chair. He was getting antsy, so many new people and things he wanted to take his time and study all of them, but for now he had to focus on the fast talking man.
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 5, 2017 23:39:36 GMT
The Energetic Diplomat waited until the group was settled before sitting down behind his desk. "Well then, on to business." His speech was somewhat more deliberate here, the weight of the matters seeming to calm his energy somewhat. "To be perfectly honest, the Khanate refuses to elaborate on what its demands actually are. This has lead most of the Foreign Office to suspect that the real motive of this affair is to gauge London's strength in general and our new mayor's strength in particular. Though we doubt they would turn down concessions if they were to be offered."
"Which leads onto the exact details of your mission. The Foreign Office is putting together our own delegation, however this will take time. So your role in this is twofold. We need you to travel on ahead to acquire any intelligence you can on the Khanate's negotiating strategy and in the meantime, stall their diplomats until our delegation arrives. If you see an opening in the Khanate's negotiating position you can take advantage of, then by all means do so, but we're not expecting miracles on that front. As for your transportation, we will provide you with a Maenad class frigate and a crew to see you there. We were going to provide a captain as well, but it would appear that won't be necessary."
"Now, do you have any questions?"
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 5, 2017 23:48:37 GMT
The Broken Zubmariner nods, hir own ship and crew again. Happiness mixes with a sense of loss as ze remembers the fate of hir previous crew. "I have a question." Ze says in hir monotone voice "All the powers of the Neath agree: there is Nothing of Consequence beneath the Zee?"
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 6, 2017 0:10:37 GMT
The Energetic Diplomat looked at the Zubmariner closely, "But of course Captain. Anything else would be baseless rumourmongering. And I think London is awash in enough rumours as it is at the moment."
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 6, 2017 5:51:14 GMT
The Broken Zubmariner nods again. "Thank you." The Diplomat was aware of the truth then but it shouldn't be involved in this assignment nice to know the government hadn't changed all their passphrases since the Zubmariner had served.
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 6, 2017 18:33:06 GMT
"A simple one." Red speaks up once the Zubmariner has his question answered. "Khanate are not exactly known for their diplomacy. In fact, they do not bother with diplomacy at all. They would rather use violent means to keep us well away from their lands. So my question is this... Should we expect them to honour this arrangement and not find our ship floating to the bottom of the Zee?" She asks this in concern for her dress becoming ruined. She doesn't mind permanent death, as long as she does it elegantly. She also has let slip that she is educated well in social and culture terms, something not expected of a socialite. This could also make the others suspicious that she isn't as dumb as her personality makes her look.
Fredrick scoffs at this question but doesn't bother with a comment. To him, they're more humans and humans are walking meat bags that can't get along with one another. They will at least consider sinking their ship.
|
|
|
Post by Hunter on Feb 6, 2017 19:57:49 GMT
"I have a question too by the way." Elisa sinks into her chair, my this one was comfy, she should founf one like that for herself. "I'm not planning to get in trouble for nothing, what do you offer in exchange of our help Mister ? Like Miss Jessica said Khanate are not know for being pacifists and charity work is not something i'm willing to do." If Miss Hawkwing was here it was just to protect her friend and nothing else, she checks for her revolver under her coat, she might be short in bullets but at least she have her brass knuckles ready.
|
|
|
Post by Deaths on Feb 7, 2017 7:34:41 GMT
As the man begins talking Ed pulls a small note pad from his bag, as subtly as he can. He hides the pad to his left hand side, and begins writing at lightning speed. Every word is written down, as were his opinions. The mummy said some sort of phrase, the man answered in kind. "A riddle of some kind. Best to watch for that, the professor may be more open to what they are talking about." He thinks to himself and writes those words down in Hebrew, making sure no one else in the room knows what he's thinking. He falls back to his favorite code, and begins mixing English, Spanish, Hebrew, and Egyptian into his notes.
"This isn't a stealth mission is it? I mean with the madam, and the professor here we stick out like sore thumbs, let alone the mummy." Ed speaks up while his hand continues to right down everything he says, thinks, and perceives. "My question is are we acting in any official capacity? Will they knew we are coming?" His voice returns to his normal one, the facade of the little boy falls apart as his interest in the adventure grows. "Also, what's are cover story? We are quite the motley crew after all." He pauses waiting for the answers too his questions, he scans the room looking at everyone trying to gauge a though or reaction to his questioning.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 7, 2017 8:36:40 GMT
"I have often be told I appear to be a Tomb Colonist." The Captain says, making no mention of whether or not this is accurate. "Whilst not as common as they are in London I believe ships from the colony do occasionally dock in the Copper Quarter my appearance should not cause any considerable amount of comment."
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 7, 2017 10:14:40 GMT
The Enthusiastic Diplomat look faintly taken aback by the sudden rush of questions before smiling again, "Allow me to answer the gentleman," here he indicated Edward, "and Lady Jessica's questions as they both have a similar answer. While the Khanate does indeed have a reputation for violence, it is merely because they take territorial infringement very seriously, especially by independent parties, whom they assume to be spies. However once you leave this room, you will be agents of London, invested with powers plenipotentiary. Even the Khanate will respect such diplomatic authority, otherwise they would hardly bother maintaining an embassy with London, no? As for whether or not this mission is secret, the line between spies and diplomats has been blurry throughout history. You are officially diplomats, and we expect you to act in that capacity, but at the same time spycraft is wholeheartedly encouraged."
"As for the matter of payment, if you prefer prosaic rewards, I am authorised to offer a substantial payment of echos to you. If you prefer knowledge over coin, then we can provide you with access to the Foreign Office's archives. We store a considerable amount of information in there, about both persons and matters of interest in London and the other powers of the Neath. And finally, if your taste in payments runs to the more nebulous, we can simply trade a service for a service. Should you need it, we have connections throughout London that we can work in your favour. And should your needs be more pragmatic, we can provide you with the assistance of a member of the Teeth, London's intelligence service for more... distasteful tasks if necessary." He finished, ignoring the glare shot his way by Cambyses at the mention of the Teeth.
He clapped, his hands together, "Now unless you have anymore questions, the frigate HMS Nereid is waiting for you at the Wolfstack Docks. I wish you good fortune and a safe voyage."
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Feb 8, 2017 16:07:11 GMT
Walking out of the office and onto the ship Mike takes out his ratting piece he inspects his rifle and begins to clean the thing since he'll need it later on. Harambee jumps off of Mike to look for hiding places to escape and other places to hide at he'll need them these spots for later on since him and a little white puffball won't get along. Flipping out the sight of the ratting rifle the sights are still like normal he looks towards the zea he the waves look normal. Harambee climbs onto a railing and waits till everyone gets out of the building he wants to piss off the white cat from earlier.
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 16:34:05 GMT
Jessica is sat in her designated room for the ship at her desk, writing in her journal. She learnt quite a unique way of putting her thoughts into words without anybody reading what they mean. During her third trip in the Asylum that she met a girl with holey red stockings. She always did appeal to anything of that colour, not to mention this girl was drop dead gorgeous. She was soon offered to 'have a look at her fossil collection' and happily accepted the invitation... only to find out the stockings girl literally had a fossil collection and showing her each one in excruciating detail. Although Jessica actively avoided the lunatic after that encounter, she started to come up a code known only to her, using descriptions of fossils and their details as encryptions of important events that happened to her or her opinions of people. To anybody with the exception of herself and perhaps the stockings girl, everybody would think Jessica is just writing maddening rambles, which wouldn't surprise them.
She writes about the tasks ahead, her plans when they get there and some interesting points about her companions. Such as Cambyses' face turning sour at when the Enthusiastic Diplomat talked distastefully of The Teeth, Edison's expert act of social ineptitude and questioning who he really is and of course her disdain for the monster hunter's filthy monkey. She has left her door open, indications of a welcome to anybody wishing to converse.
(Meanwhile.)
Fredrick has took the task of snooping inside people's rooms, choosing Edison's currently unoccupied room. He creeps along and using his keen eyes to look out for things of interest. Jessica didn't even give him such a quest, he is merely doing it out of boredom, as cats usually love to collect Secrets in their free time. "Secrets, secrets. Where are yer? Secrets, secrets. Freddy's gonna find yer." He says in a low, sing song voice whilst shimmying his hind legs and hips from left to right, as if dancing to his improvised singing.
|
|
|
Post by Hunter on Feb 8, 2017 17:48:04 GMT
Elisa is in her room, checking if everything is in order, some people might call her crazy or even paranoid to check everything like she do but for her it's just simple precaution. Damn that bed was uncomfortable, and they say that ambassadors are offered the best ? What a joke. Talking about ambassadors; Jessica might already planned something for that journey, or looking for alcohols if there are some on board, maybe both, it might be the best option to look for her. Miss Hawkwing strolls around the ship, giving the impression she is exploring the... Ahem, luxury of it before stumbling in front of an open room with a red wearing women frantically writing at her desk; Elisa lighly knock on her door before speaking up. "It seems you already working on something, what are you up to this time my dear ? Beside the usual taste for adventure of course. (Meanwhile.) The flapping of wings is heard, a white raven is stalking Fredrick, from the top of the open door the bird announce her presence to him. "Well, well, well... What do we have here ? Looks like some vagrant cat is looking for something that don't belong to him. Your little song is horrible by the way, and your little choreography too to be honest." Elisa's familliar is here, taunting the feline, she will be smirking right now if it was possible for her.
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 18:12:56 GMT
Jessica instinctively closes her journal and puts the pen to the side at the sound of the knock. She turns her head to see Elisa and smiles warmly. "Indeed I have my dearest." She stands up from her seat and moves towards her, pulling her gently into the room and closing the door. "A few of our companions are not who they say they are..." She speaks in a low voice. "This... Edison character... He's an act. The awkward handshake? Totally staged, he held it for too long to be realistic, possibly to try and make me feel uncomfortable at the fact he made a mess of my greeting... It makes me wonder what else he's making an act on... However, it is more of a wild guess at the moment so I can't act upon anything until I learn more. He's somebody to watch."
She moves to her end table where two glasses and bottle of absinthe sits. She pours a small amount into each and picks them up. "The professor is rather interesting too." She says before taking a sip of one glass and holding the second towards Elisa. "I cannot say anything is for certain yet, therefore I do not have any theories, but I'll be watching him closely... The Zubmariner and Monster Hunter are two unusual characters, both odd. Both annoying. But I will not cross them off as devious yet... Oh and dear Fredrick is correct, that Mike fellow has a face only a mother could love." She giggles a little at that. She isn't normally bitchy on purpose, probably due to the lack of alcohol in her bloodstream. That will soon change though.
(Meanwhile.)
"BLOODY 'ELL!!!" Fredrick bellows and jumps into the air in fright, taken by complete surprise by the sneaky Raven. He lands with crash onto the desk and knocks some items to the floor. He leaps onto the cabinet top and hisses at the bird aggressively. "Watch who yer sneakin' up on, feathers! You coulda gave ol' Freddy a heart attack!" He growls while all the hairs on the back of his pristine white coat stand to attention.
After a few seconds of contemplating whether he should lunge for her, he slinks back down to the floor. Bloody bird will just fly out of his grasp anyway and he doesn't want to receive another humiliation from her. "I'ma cat in case yer forgot. Snoopin' around for stuff that isn't mine is in me nature! And fook off! At least I can sing! Yer just squawk and screech when yer open yer beak!" He says smugly to the avian.
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 8, 2017 18:19:57 GMT
Cambyses leaned against the rail of the ship, watching as the crew loaded supplies on board. He hadn't been to zee since his extensive research trip around the odder corners of the Neath nearly two years ago now. Though he knew he'd probably regret it later, he was actually looking forward to setting out to zee again. Smiling faintly to himself he turned on his heel and went below decks to the cabin that had been assigned to him. Shrugging off his overcoat he went over to his trunk. Rummaging around in it he produced a journal of his filled with various theories and conjecture on the nature of the Neath. Along with this he produced a bottle of the Broken Giant 1844.
Walking back through the ship with book and bottle in hand, he arrived at the galley and proceed in ensconce himself at an unoccupied table, his back to the wall and facing the entrance. Old habits died hard after all. The reason why he was here was simple, zailors were intensely superstitious and were quite prone to talking about said superstitions. Most of it was utter nonsense, but every now and then there was a bit of truth hidden in with the nonsense. And as for the wine? The wine was simply there as a bribe in case the zailors took offence to his eavesdropping. And if they didn't then that simply meant he'd have a very nice bottle of wine to drink later.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 8, 2017 18:26:29 GMT
The Broken Zubmariner stood on the bridge hands clasped behind hir back calmly giving instructions to the Loud Bosun who relayed them in bellows to the crewmen scurrying all over the ship making ready for departure. The HMS Nereid was larger then the Zubmariner's old ship a Phorcyd-class Corvette named the HMS Uncatchable, a name that had of course turned out to be woefully inaccurate in the end. The Zubmariner had quickly fell back into hir habits of captaincy they fit as well and comforted hir just like hir captain's coat which, though still battered, added to hir aura of command. Ze'd stored hir trunk containing some spare bandages and other amenities in hir room of course for someone who knew how to look there was also a secret compartment containing hir charts of the zee surface and the horrors below. "Bosun." Ze said in hir odd voice. "I trust our passengers are situated comfortably." The Loud Bosun spat into his spittoon before answering "Aye that they are Captain although an odder bunch of landlubbers I ain't ever seen and I've been to Irem particularly that Edison bloody surfacer." Despite hirself the Zubmariner smiled beneath hir bandages after only a few brief words ze had been accepted as a fellow zailor, that tightly knit community that shared a disdain for "landlubbers", despite hir odd appearance. "Thank you Bosun now please do tell that crewman to batten that hatch." "Yes captain. OY RUBBERHEAD FASTEN THAT HATCH BEFORE I THROW YOU TO THE LIFEBERGS YOU PIECE OF ZEE TRASH!" "Thank you Bosun."
|
|
|
Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 18:51:48 GMT
 "You were a little flat though Freddy." Ed mocks him as he quietly walks into his room. "Hello bird I don't believe we've been introduced. Please call me Max, its my pleasure." He bows to the avian intruder. "Discovery, it seems we have a rat, dressed as a cat, going through our belongings." Discovery springs to life, with a speed thought impossible for him, and tackles Freddy with ease. Discovery's body wraps around Freddy as it squeezes tightly like a boa constrictor. "Oh my apologies Fred, there are two things in this world Discovery hates, snakes, and thieves, oh and orange well anything citrus he isn't a fan of." Discovery hisses at the mention of citrus, and digs its claws into Freddy not enough to cause harm, but enough to get the point across. "Discovery is a fighting weasel, you're lucky you aren't a snake or an orange otherwise you'd be dead. Thieves though, well we don't kill thieves." Ed walks into his room and takes a seat at his desk, he draws his rapier and begins wiping the blade down. "Did you know a lot of ancient cultures had a very similar practice of cutting off the hand of a thief? Quite fascinating, how all these civilizations with little to no contact with each other, some even thousands of years apart, came up with the same punishment." A sadistic grin sits proudly on his face, he holds a pause for the sake of the drama.
 "Alright Freddy, I've got a fun idea." He claps his hands cheerfully, and stands from his chair grabbing a throwing knife from his bag he tosses it straight into the air and it lands a few inches from the cats face. Another is thrown and it lands closer, this is repeated until he is within millimeters of his victim. "I guess the Madam will be angry if I hurt her pet." He collects the knives, with a bored expression on his face. "Still a punishment should be given out." Grabbing the last knife he kneels on the ground looking at Freddy's face. "Do you know what happens to a cat, when half of their whiskers gets cut off?" Asking the question to nobody since Freddy should know."Oh they get so disorientated, its quite funny. So how about a shave Freddy?" He places the knife on Freddy's cheek and cuts one whisker off. "Not so bad is it, maybe I should do the rest? Oh let me have a shot of brandy first, lets make a challenge out of it." He laughs the laugh of a child about to play with their favorite toy. "Actually I think not. I am a forgiving person, and I'm sure Discovery is too, isn't that right?" Discovery hisses a response still waiting to tear the cat limb from limb. "Lets bring you back home I'm sure your mommy misses you." He grabs Freddy by the back of the neck and picks him up. Discovery climbs Ed's back and goes to his normal sleeping position. "Bird if you would please leave my room as well. I don't know who or what you belong too, but I like my privacy." He states to the bird as he walks out with the cat in his left hand. "Next time this happens you are going over board, with a knife in your belly, and I'll blame it on the monkey understand?" An intense anger resonates from him, the care free facade is gone.
 As quick as the the act was dropped he puts it back on, walking down the corridor of the ship until he finds Jessica's room. He knocks on her door, seeing it was cracked open he looks inside, the two women were discussing something, while having a drink. "I apologize for the interruption." Ed begins doing his best to sound truly sorry. "It seems Mister Fredrick got our rooms mixed up, I found him in mine singing to himself." He gently places Freddy on the floor, and pats him on the head. "It seems his singing spooked Discovery who was napping, and they had themselves a bit of a tussle. For that I am truly sorry." He bows his head to go along with his story, as he taps Discovery on the nose. Discovery lets out a yawn and continues sleeping. "Sorry that's the best I can get from him." He lets out a sheepish grin. "If there is anything I can do to make it up to you please let me know." His most winning smile stares directly at Jessica, waiting to see how she places this game, it is her turn after all.
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 19:23:22 GMT
Jessica frowns at the state of her beloved cat... But she's keeping a keen eye on Edison's act. The sheepish grin, the sorrowful act. She would even guess that the weasel is putting on an act of laziness. She can tell that Fredrick being in the room and singing is true, but the rest is fiction. As he speaks, her face is just void of emotion. Her whole lighthearted demeanor has changed. Her eyes silently watch Edison closely as he spins his tale, as if slowly stripping away the act he has tried to flawlessly trick her with no longer works now that he's onto her. She raises a single eyebrow as she gently takes Fredrick from his hands.
She inspects her Feline companion. He's battered and no doubt came from a weasel attack, but it's deliberate and sadistic, not out of defence or fright. She also doubts that a weasel can cut off a whisker so finely. It would need to learn how to handle a knife first... Simply put, his story is complete bullshit. Before the she can reveal what she is truly feeling towards this, she changes back to her usual Self, showing genuine concern for Fredrick's state and smiles kindly at Edison. "Oh he does get himself into bother at times... Think nothing of it, I shall handle Fredrick and hopefully this will be a lesson to him not to go around snooping." She says and looks upon him in disappointment. She is disappointed, not that he went snooping but the fact he got himself caught. She looks at Edison once more. "Oh and please, come by my room later. Me and Miss Hawkwing were discussing about getting to know our companions better. Safe to say that the group's first meet didn't exactly turn out to be the best. I simply insist!" She says lovingly.
She decides to play the long game. If she gave any indication that she didn't believe him, it can be written off as just a socialite hiding their true, dark feelings for the person and hid it under a cover of understanding. Jessica isn't one for direct confrontation, that's Elisa's way to handle things. She likes to discover a person in their truest, most raw form and expose it. Not many people can show their faces again once that happens, either out of shame or out of fear at being lynched by the people they have wronged. It's most satisfying because it will never ever come back on her because who would they believe? A respected socialite of high standard or a shamed bottom feeder? By the end of this expedition, she will discover who he really is.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 8, 2017 19:44:47 GMT
The Talkative Zailor fastened the hatch mumbling all the while. "Bloody asshole I'll feed him to the anglers one of these days." She quickly scuttled down the gantry to the galley away from the Loud Bosun's watchful eye and spotted some landlubber toff sitting with his back to the wall and a bottle of wine in front of him. Licking her lips she approached the table and asked "You mind if I take a swig for luck sir? I think we're gonna need it on this voyage though I pray to Salt everything goes smooth like."
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 8, 2017 20:09:57 GMT
Cambyses looked up at the zailor, "By all means." He gestured for her to sit, pouring a glass as he did so, "What's the point of alcohol, if not to be drank?" Once the zailor was seated and had finished off her first glass, he poured her another and began talking. "You mentioned Salt earlier. I've heard something of the Gods the Zee. But while I can understand Storm and Stone to an extent, Salt remains something of a mystery to me." He decided not to turn it into a direct question, hoping that implied question and the alcohol in her system would prompt her to talk.
He wasn't lying about his knowledge of Storm and Stone. The Thunder-dreams he still had occasionally had taught him much about Storm. Stone had been trickier, but his wife had been able to fill in some of the gaps in his knowledge about Stone.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 8, 2017 20:29:54 GMT
The Talkative Zailor downs her first glass with relish and now that the nice gentleman had poured her another it'd be down right impolite to refuse some talking not that she was shirking her duties not at all after all the Bosun had said to make sure the lubbers were looked after. "Well you've come to the right lass sir that you have we zailors respect all the God's of the Zee but everyone's got a favourite; the Captain way I hear ze likes Storm, a bit too much if you ask some, while the Bosun has got a thing for Stone but me I like Salt best. Salt watches over the East and is by most accounts most powerful of the Unterzee Gods being the uh, whatchamacallit, em-bod-i-ment of the very Zee itself. Salt see it watches over not just the currents of the Zee but the currents time itself it they says it can turn back the currents so those who offend it ain't ever been born. Now sir if you ever see a white zee-bat you best be respectful cause that's Salt's messenger and he don't take kindly to those who disrespect him, once a crew were starving sir desperate hungry like and they shot a white zee-bat and they ate it sir and they made it back to London alright yes they did but all their families were gone sir like they were never even there and that's the truth sir swear to the Gods heard it in a pub in Wolfstack from a Chelonate lad who heard it from a pirate who heard it from a tomb-colonist."
The Talkative Zailor coughs and inclines her head to show her glass is empty.
|
|
|
Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 20:48:39 GMT
Sensing a trap Ed had two ideas, avoid it or dive straight in. He may regret the idea, but if you don't gamble you can't win. "I'd love that. Miss Jessica." He keeps his smile up trying to spot any weakness in her defenses, though there are none. "I just hope we all can get along swimmingly." He laughs a little to himself remembering his promise of a watery grave to Freddy. "I'll be leaving now I don't want to steal too much of your time." He bows and walks away, as he begins to pet Discovery silently telling him how much of a good boy he was, for showing that cat who was boss. Refusing to leave any of his belongings behind he walks the ship until he finds a nice open space. He places everything he owns on the deck, and leaves Discovery on top of the pile.
He draws his rapier and begins to slowly swing the sword battling a very slow imaginary opponent. He moves faster and faster with every swing of the sword. Every second he moves faster, he dodges, parries, and counter attacks always getting the better of his invisible adversary. His foot work is perfect his strikes and swings quick and on point, a few of the crewmen watched and made comments 'landlubber this', and 'boys never been in a real fight' that, the insults slide off his back as he has absolute focus. It can almost be described as a performance rather than a fight, he continues these drills increasing his speed and intensity as the time goes on, he is in a state of absolute focus one of the few times in his life where he doesn't get distracted.
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Feb 8, 2017 20:56:12 GMT
Mike walks down to the hull of the ship making sure not to be seen. Picking around his face he peels off of his face a Snuffer's Face he hates wearing the thing but the Masters forced him to wear it. He begins to write down in code the beginnings of his journal. Harambee begins to wonder about the ship to see where the white fuzz wonder was at. Finally making towards the rooms he spots the cat in Jessica's arms rushing to hide behind a cabinet he opens his mouth then in a thick Jamaican accent "You there cat you've been cursed!"
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 21:17:19 GMT
Jessica bows her head slightly at his acceptance. "Then it is a date. I look forward to it!" She says with excitement. She waits for a few seconds before shutting the door and dropping the act. "See what I was telling you, my dear?" She says to Elisa as she gently lays poor Fredrick on the soft bed. "The man staged that whole pitiful scene!.. Okay maybe you didn't see it, he was very good, but I did! I will use this evening to get better aqquiented with Mr. Edison and unravel whatever he says. Within every lie is a slither of truth."
She finishes the rest of her absinthe in one smooth Swig, feeling the pleasant tipsiness take over as she sits next to her cat on the bed. "My darling Fredrick, what really happened in that room?" She asks softly. Fredrick leans into his master's ear and whispers the whole story to Jessica. She furrows her brows at his words, like she is trying to work out a mystery. When he finishes, she lays a blanket over him and stands up. "He's very interesting indeed... He would go so far as to sadistically try to scare Fredrick and threaten his life just for being in his room..." She says more to herself than Elisa. "Who threatens an animal anyway? I'll tell you who, a sick scoundrel who is hiding some dark and delicious. And the weasel... We will have to work out a way around it, Fredrick said that Edison commented that he's a fighter... I got it! Elisa, you will have to punch it unconscious!... No, no that won't work..." Jessica continues to mull over her plan, working out the best strategy to approach this.
|
|
|
Post by Hunter on Feb 8, 2017 22:20:17 GMT
Flapping wings are heard again, this time the raven land on her mistress' hand who reward her with some caress. "This man is quite the dangerous man, Mistress Jessica." She always adressed her furred companion's mistress with respect. "He threatened Fredrick in front of me knowing that i could report what happenned in his room, but like he said he doesn't know who i belong to, i suggest you to be careful on this meeting, both of them , the weasel could be dangerous to you too." "Don't worry, Hope." Elisa stroked her familiar's head once again to calm her. "If needed i will be there. Now like you said that man is suspicious but as i don't play that silly game so what exactly are you planning to do about him ?"
|
|
|
Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 22:30:15 GMT
"Do not worry yourself, Hope. I have dealt with men much more dangerous than he. Also, he hurt my friend. I cannot forgive this." She informs the raven and turns to Elisa with a devilish smile. "Exactly what I do to everybody who thought they could cross me.." She gives Elisa a knowing look. All those who have crossed Jessica have had their reputations ruined to rubble, their names shamed and every scandal exposed. This results in them becoming a social pariah at the least and being hunted to permanent death at the most.
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Feb 8, 2017 23:33:21 GMT
Cambyses smiled, quickly noting down what the Talkative Zailor was saying. No real evidence, just rumours and stories. But enough rumours and stories can be a kind of certainty all of their own. Noticing that the zailor was unsubtly indicating that her glass was empty, he smiled and pushed the bottle over, "Keep it. Consider it an apology for having ferry a bunch of landlubbers like myself around."
Standing up, he tipped his hat to the zailor and exited the galley, stepping once again onto the deck. They were now well and truly at zee, with the lights of London diminishing into the distance behind them. He knew from past zee voyages that once those lights disappeared there would be a sense of being isolated quite unlike any other he had experienced. With nothing but black waves, black skies and only the ship lights for illumination, it was easy to feel like the ship was the only thing in the world. He'd once taken a sea voyage on the surface, before he came down to London, and the difference had been marked. Or had it? Sometimes he felt more and more like the surface was some fanciful dream. He told himself that feeling was just the result of having lived down here for nearly a decade now. But that could never truly quell the nagging doubt at the back of his mind that only the Neath was real.
Rapid footfalls shook him from his minor existential crisis. Turning towards the source he saw Maxwell engaged in practising with his rapier. Watching as the kid danced back and forth across the deck, Cambyses unconsciously gripped his cane tighter. He knew himself to be a passable swordsman but little more, and the kid clearly outstripped him there. He had dealt true death before while playing the Great Game, but only ever from ambush or another advantageous position. Thanks to his refusal to fight fair, Cambyses had yet to die even once, a state of affairs that he would prefer to continue. With that in mind, he leaned against the rail again, and started watching the kid's swordplay more closely. You didn't learn nearly as much from watching as you did from doing, but learning from watching was still much more than not learning at all.
|
|
|
Post by Deaths on Feb 9, 2017 3:30:15 GMT
Ed kept up his practice moving about the ship as the waves attempt to disrupt his footwork, there is a small hiccup where he stumbles a bit, but he is no stranger to ships, though this isn't the surface ocean. As he continues his moves he notices the old professor watching him, a small smile later he decides to up the show. Moving as fast as he can his foot work is perfect, a sharp whistle leaves his lips and summons Discovery. "Lets start the really practice!" He yells at his weasel who responds by scurrying towards him and aggressively starts attacking his feet. Discovery claws and bites trying to throw Ed off balance. The young adventurer moves at his top speed fighting off his pretend warrior while also keeping Discovery off his ankles. He's getting tired and a moment of exhaustion causes Discovery to clamp down on his left ankle forcing Ed to the floor. "I give up you got me. Mercy." He yells while laughing at his viscous attacker, who goes back into his sleeping mode almost immediately.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picks up Discovery and lumps the brave warrior over his shoulder. He triple checks his belongings to make sure nothing has gone missing, he is sure no one has tampered with his belongings. Grabbing his gear he heads up to the professor hopefully he will be a useful teacher, the man must know many mysteries of the Neath and Ed wanted to know them all. He approaches the man and nods his head respectfully, "Hello sir I'm Maxwell Edison, I've come to the Neath to, well learn everything." He lets out a small innocent chuckle at his comments hoping to relax the old man. "Are you a professor, perhaps an explorer? My father was, he still is I guess. He was one of the best and thought me everything he knew. Judging by the way you stand with the cane, the way you stare as if you're always studying something, you remind him of me." He keeps his smile golden this one is genuine, "Since the ride will take a while, I was wondering if you could teach me....well everything you know." A fake look of desperation falls over him as if he wants to prove himself. "I'm really smart see." He pulls out today's newspaper and shows the cipher. "See I learned these codes within my first day here. This one was an easy one so I know it doesn't prove anything, but I've been playing with these for the last month or so I got really good at it." His talking speed increase the longer the sentence grows. He smiles at the man hoping he impressed him enough to teach him, well anything all information was important after all.
|
|