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Post by silent15 on Feb 9, 2017 14:55:47 GMT
Cambyses smiled at the kid's enthusiasm, "Well, I wouldn't call myself an explorer. Too many mysteries on my doorstep in London to really end up travelling enough to call myself that. But I am a professor." To illustrate his point, he drew his sword from the cane, revealing the six sigils burning along the blade. "The sign on my office door at Benthic says I'm a professor of the Correspondence, like this." He said, gesturing to the sigils, "But in practice I study any and all of the stranger aspects of the Neath, because I want to know how it all fits together. Parabola, why death is impermanent down here, the Gods of the Zee, the nature of the cites before London, they're all pieces of a larger puzzle, one I want to solve."
Returning his blade to the cane, he studied Maxwell closely. Something about the kid's innocence struck him as a wrong note, but without any evidence beyond a gut feeling, he could hardly hold that against him. And beside, Maxwell's desire to learn seemed genuine and Cambyses had never been one to hoard knowledge to himself. "Everything I know would take longer than we have on this trip. But I'd gladly share what I can during this trip. What would you want to start with?"
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 9, 2017 15:06:34 GMT
"We're clear of Wolfstack, full speed ahead please Bosun." Said the Zubmariner. "Aye captain. COAL SHOVELERS PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT YOU MANGY SONS OF POTTERY!" Bellowed the Bosun into the messenger tube. "Our shovelers are clay men?" Asked the Zubmariner hir voice revealing just a hint of surprise. "Aye that they are captain can't say I like the bastards much but they're hard workers and we don't have to feed them so that's a saving right there also the chief engineer is a human so he can keep an eye on them in case they do something stupid." The Zubmariner refrains from commenting ze'd never had much contact with the claymen the admiralty hadn't trusted them to keep the Uncatchable's secret but the Zubmariner had always found the way most people looked down on them distasteful and unbecoming of Londoners. "Be sure to inform if any issues arise Bosun I'll be checking on the passengers." "Shouldn't be any problems sir maybe some angler-crabs but the gov't ain't skimped on the guns we've got a Hellthrasher and even a bloody Bandersnatch courtesy of Mr Fire's Caminus Yards." "Well let's hope we don't have to use them." "I dunno about that sir I almost want an excuse to test the beauties out." The Zubmariner nodded before making hir way below decks to the Lady Jessica's room knocking on the door ze speaks with hir rediscovered confidence. "Might I be allowed to enter Lady Jessica? I simply wish to make sure everything is to your satisfaction."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 15:32:26 GMT
Jessica turns her head to the door when a knock is heard. She hears the voice that undoubtedly belongs to the Broken Zubmariner. She turns for a moment to Elisa and gives her a nod, indication that the plans she has laid out are final. She then strides to the door and opens it, greeting the man.. Or woman... Or whatever it is, with a warm smile. "My dearest captain, how kind of you to check up on me." She says gestures an invitation into her room. "I am more than happy to inform you that everything is better than I expected it to be!" a little exaggeration but the room she is in is clean enough and spacious to sleep in, which is good enough for her. "May I offer you a drink?" She asks, dipping her hand into one of the drawers and pulling out a spare glass while pointing to the bottle of absinthe. She keeps eye contact and gives him a comforting look.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 9, 2017 15:49:48 GMT
The Captain nods hir assent and makes a small parting in hir bandages around the mouth revealing some oddly purplish lips. "Thank you very much Lady Jessica." Ze says with a bow before turning to the rooms other occupant with a nod. "Miss Elisa I trust your cabin is similarly up to standard?" The Zubmariner had missed this sort of thing being back on a ship had brought back hir old confidence and even seemed to be keeping the memories (the dark below, monstrosities swimming past portholes, the song of the drownies) at bay ze could socialise again without constantly finding hirself staring into space.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 9, 2017 16:27:22 GMT
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, Ed sits on the floor with his journal eager to write down everything the man tells him. His act is dropped, but replaced by an honest interest in learning. He thinks for a few moments, and smiles as he realizes the subject he wishes to learn. "I always find people teach the subjects they are truly passionate about the best. So please tell me about your favorite subject." His pen in hand ready to write a sour look appears on his face. A real sadness gets to him as he sighs. "Unfortunately, Miss Jessica wanted me to speak with her in her room later. So I can't stay here all day, though I wish I could." He intentionally mentions his meeting later, mostly because he is actually sad about losing this opportunity, and because he wanted to see the old mans reaction to this information. He straightens himself up and sits eagerly ready to learn.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 17:33:14 GMT
Jessica pours a good amount of the absinthe into a glass and hands it over to the Captain. "May I say it is wonderful to have you take the helm of the vessel, you do an excellent job of keeping the sailing as smooth as you can." She wasn't exaggerating this time, she is enjoying the lack of rocking in her room, it feels like the boat is firmly on the dry ground.
Freddy lifts his head to spot the monkey pointing at him and speaking in some thick accent that makes it sound like he swallow two bottles of reggae sauce. "Oi ape! Get outta the room! Yer lookin' to peep on redhead's body? Too bad, mate. She's only interested in someone with a full functioning brain!" He bellows in laughter. He doesn't care for the pain, he's had a rougher experience and will surely get his own back one day. One thing he always does is return the favour. Jessica turns her head to spy the monkey. She loses her cool. "Elisa would you be so kind to be rid of that appalling thing?" She says kindly to her friend and points a finger to the monkey, she then glares at it. "I warned your master. He will be punished for this. I hope it was worth your time." She says menacingly. She will happily keep making Mike's life very difficult until the monkey either knocks it off tormenting her and Fredrick or until Mike loses all credibility and reputation, having to start over from the bottom with a new identity.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 9, 2017 18:04:26 GMT
If everything was alright ? Her bed was too small for her taste, the company was awful, for most of it and now she had to deal with the monkey again. "Yes Captain, thank you for asking me, your concern is appreciated, now if you excuse me i'm going to do something that will surely displease you, i apologize." She puts on a brass knuckle while her bird land on the door. "Watch out monkey." Hope squawks, she always loved when she have to warn people. "My mistress isn't known for her kindness, as she said to your master earlier she will do something you will regret if you don't run away immediatly. I will count veeeeery slowly to 3, the time that that small brain of yours understand your situation, after that count i must inform you that I can't garantee your safety anymore, not that it matter to me." The white bird waited for a few moment, then gives a glance to Elisa. Actually Mistress, allow me to deal with that thing please ? I saw what he did to poor Fredrick and i must admit that i want to avenge the poor boy." She just give her a nod. "Thank you Mistress; Now little monkey let's begin the countdown. One..."
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Post by Envy on Feb 9, 2017 18:51:37 GMT
"Two, three!" Harambee jumps from behind the cabinet darting behind objects in the room he makes it to the door then turns back and smacks his bottom. "Try harder to catch me next time and cat no reason you look like a snuffer had a good night with your mother no wonder your mistress haves a poor taste in animals! Also your to ugly for my tastes lady!" Harambee already gone from the room running of towards the hull. Finishing writing up his report for the masters he places the journal far back and whispers a secret to the lock on the book to keep it shut and out of the hands of others. Putting his face back on his gets into the act of Broken Mike he doesn't need to be found out by these annoyances accompanying him grabbing his harpoon he slings over his back and walks by up the steps and Harambee jumps onto his shoulders great he's in trouble now.
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Post by silent15 on Feb 9, 2017 19:18:50 GMT
Cambyses paused, slightly puzzled as to why Jessica would want to speak to Maxwell. She'd hidden her distaste very well, but Cambyses had spent enough time in court to know that Maxwell's faux pas when they had met would not have endeared him to her. Pushing it aside he focused on what to teach the kid about.
"Tell you about my favourite subject? Well I guess that means we're starting with the Correspondence. First of all, a couple of safety notes. Badly written Correspondence can and will explode in your face. And I mean that literally, I've used badly written Correspondence as a bomb before. Using only six sigils per sentence or seven for a name and making sure that your calligraphy is up to snuff should prevent the majority of explosions. Also learning too much about the Correspondence can drive you mad. There are ways and means around that, but for now just don't try to learn too many sigils too fast and you should be alright.
So why bother learning about it if you risk madness and near daily explosions? Because the Correspondence can be used to meddle with reality. Take my sword for instance. It was an early experiment, so I melted about half a dozen before getting the sigils to hold and the effects aren't that dramatic in the end. But I've seen it used to make smokeless engines, trap those who venture into the wrong parts of the Bazaar and even to bind entities from Parabola. It can also be used to write really interesting symphonies, but that's getting slightly off topic. As for what the Correspondence is exactly and why it can alter reality in such a way, we'd be getting into seriously esoteric matters. To summarise briefly, it's the language of the Judgements, some of the most powerful entities around and the ones charged with enforcing the rules of reality. Don't expect to find one down here in the Neath, the very fact they aren't down here is a major factor to why the Neath is as weird as it is."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 9, 2017 21:21:45 GMT
Not missing a word of his personal lecture, Edward's pen moves at lightning speed. "A bomb huh?" He comments on the uses of these sigils. "Could someone modify a sigil written by another? Or are these set once created?" He looks his new teacher in the eyes, and continues his line of questioning. "Could you show me how to write them? I've always been good with codes. Father said I was unusually good at it." He pulls out his journal and flips through the pages eventually arriving on his destination. "When I was fourteen, we were in Cairo studying a slab found in the tomb of Djet. I was able to decipher the this slab, and deduce who was in the other tombs surrounding him." He takes a breath, while swelling with pride. "Namely his father Djer, it turned out that a fellow archeologist assumed a mummified arm that we found was of a commoner, but in actuality was the arm of Djer." He laughs truly enjoying the moment of comparing research. "Anyway he assumed the arm was a commoner." His laughing continues interrupting his sentence. "So he threw it away, we had to run up and down the streets of Cairo, going from bazaar to bazaar. Boy was the sun beating down on us, anyway we find the small house of the man who bought the arm. It turns out he believed that eating it would give him power of the dead!" His voice hits a fever pitch, as he can't control himself and his excitement. "We had to wrestle the severed arm from him as he was trying to remove the bandaging, to boil it in a stew." He explodes with laughter, then a small nostalgia hits him. "Sorry I got carried away please continue." He picks his pen back up and readies himself to keep taking down notes.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 21:59:50 GMT
Jessica rolls her eyes at the monkey's lewd display of mannerisms. If she cared what a monkey thought of her, she wouldn't last long in high society with the amount of bitching and rumours going about. "Leave it be. Reasoning with a monkey is insane, and I have got just enough of my sanity to see reason of that." She says to Elisa and turns to her desk, pulling out her pen and paper. "A quick letter to the Watchmaker's Hill will considerably damage his master's reputation, therefore lose quite a bit of clients and status when he returns home. I shall keep it minimum for now, to remind him that I am very serious.. Elisa my darling? Who would this letter be best sent to for a good amount of impact on his career, but not enough to cast him out?" She says as she writes down at considerable speed of the letter, she has grown used to making these kind of complaints and strongly worded letters and they always play in her favour without fail thanks to her powerful charm and important position, her letters can make somebody famous... Or break them down to nothing.
She finishes quickly and turns back to the Zubmariner. "I am ever so sorry for that display, Captain. I feel like I have been a poor host to you within my quarters." She says sorrowfully. She only half means it, that was incredibly embarrassing for her when she was making an excellent impression with him.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 10:45:09 GMT
"Not to worry madam." The Zubmariner replied hir monotone voice containing just a touch of wary respect. "However I think later I shall have to have a word with everyone about keeping their pets under control we zailors are by and large a superstitious lot and somewhat jumpy, as anyone who spent much time out at zee would be, and I would not wish for any harm to befall your less human companions on-board my ship." The Zubmariner remembers the fate of the Uncatchable's rattus-faber eaten by a particularly zealous worshipper of Storm for suggesting trying to go UNDER the gate in the North. An involuntary shiver passes through the Zubmariner even when ze still loved the feeling of exploring what lay beneath the zee ze would never have dared attempt such a thing Avid Horizon was unsettling enough above the zee and ze didn't wish to know what lay below it.
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Post by silent15 on Feb 10, 2017 10:59:14 GMT
Cambyses couldn't help laughing at the kid's story, "Remind me to tell you my story about Dr Orthos and the Deviless in the Forgotten Quarter sometime. Watching that fraud and plagiarist flee down the streets with a demonic hunting party in hot pursuit has got to be one of my fondest memories."
He paused for a couple of moments, clearly enjoying the memory. "But back to the subject at hand. If you're hoping to make bombs out of Correspondence regularly, I have to warn you that they don't always explode. Sometimes they just catch fire. It's a pretty intensive fire mind you, hot enough to melt lead and with a distinctive lilac colour, but not always what you're looking for in a bomb. As for modifying the sigils once they're written, that depends on the medium they're written in. All it takes to modify sigils written on paper is a pot of ink, whereas sigils set in steel are going to take an acid etching kit. And as for ones set into stone, like the ones on the side of the Bazaar, you'd need a chisel and lot patience to modify them. Of course modifying them like that will most likely cause them to detonate, unless you manage to shape the sigil you're changing into another sigil rather quickly."
"When it come to teaching you how to write them, that could take a while. Correspondence sigils always mean oddly specific things, such as "Almost never remembered" or "The silence between each moment." But I should be able to show you a few basic sigils at the very least." At this, he produced his journal from an inside pocket of his coat, flipped to a blank page and began quickly sketching a sentence of sigils. Tearing the page out of his journal he handed the page, now containing six glowing sigils, to Maxwell and quickly started explaining their meaning to him. "My advice is once you've memorised how to draw those sigils, drop that page overboard. Paper's not the safest material to hold the Correspondence for any length of time, and I doubt the crew would appreciate explosions or sudden fires aboard their ship."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 10, 2017 17:33:44 GMT
"Thank you sir, I'll let you know how my progress goes." He bows and takes the paper from his teacher. He grabs his belongings and sprints off, learning was always fun, but actually putting new knowledge to work was the best. He runs towards his room, but decides against that heeding his instructors words about explosions and fire he sits outside his room near the railing. If one of these does go wrong, he can easily drop them into the ocean. He spends forever working on these, he masters the sigils that he was shown quickly though, who knows how long he was actually there. He was focused on nothing else, it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days and he wouldn't have noticed. The occasion fire does get created, but it quickly dealt with over board. Explosions are harder to make than he expected, and the ones he does make are more like toys than weapons. "Maybe the sigil that fails, needs to be stronger to create a stronger blast?" He mutters out loud taking quick notes as he keeps going back to work. He happily spends the next while, experimenting with sigils, that is until he is summoned to Jessica's room. She was far from his mind, he cared not for her games when he had work to do. When it was time to speak with her, he plans to say as little as possible and leave quickly so he can get back to work.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 18:10:57 GMT
"Of course. Fredrick will be well behaved after I feed him his meal, you have nothing to worry about." Jessica says reassuringly to the Captain. She is growing fond of the Zubmariner, she felt that she judged too quickly. They're well mannered, very polite and such a wonderful sailor! She makes a note to speak with him further another time. "As much as I would keep this going as long as I can my dear, but Elisa and I must be getting ready for my guest Mr. Edison. Once again, thank you." She bows a little in respect to them before turning her attention to her large suitcase, she retrieve a finely polished box from it and places it onto her end table. She then removes her mask to reveal her full face. "Now hopefully him and I can get better aqquiented through this. He seems a curious fellow, I merely need to tempt those desires."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 18:19:24 GMT
The Zubmariner puts hir glass back on the dresser and leaves after returning the Lady's bow. Making hir way back to the bridge ze spots the professor on the deck and makes hir way over to him. "Taking in the zee air professor? I have missed the taste of Salt." Says the Zubmariner coming up to stand beside him.
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Post by silent15 on Feb 10, 2017 18:46:53 GMT
Cambyses turned to see the Zubmariner standing beside him. He inclined his head respectfully before speaking, "Something like that. I've travelled on the zee before, but only ever as a passenger. Still, even then you get a sense of how very different the zee is to London. Whether that is for better or worse, I'm not sure yet."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 18:57:48 GMT
"I am biased I think." Says the Zubmariner. "I have lived to serve London but when I was in London I didn't feel whole, now with the spray on my face and a ship beneath my feet I feel closer to being what I once was." The Zubmariner looks up at the stars. "The zee has it's dangers yet ask any zailor and they will tell you that they love the zee almost as much as they fear it."
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Post by silent15 on Feb 10, 2017 19:08:17 GMT
"Perhaps" Cambyses conceded, "I suppose that in the end, I treated the zee as something to pass through on the way to my destination. It never occurred to me to view it as a destination in its own right. I guess that's the difference between a passenger and a zailor." He paused, realising the inaccuracy of his statement, "Well, that and the fact that one does all the work onboard while the other just gets in the way."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 19:13:59 GMT
The Zubmariner lets out a dry puff of breath that might have been a laugh. "Well you landlubbers all look the same to us so we just treat you as mildly intelligent furniture, it helps us get through the day." The Zubmariner tips hir hat. "If you will excuse me I must return to the bridge oh and if you see Mr. Edison please inform him that Lady Jessica would like a word."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 19:15:36 GMT
Jessica makes her way our of her room once she has finished, her mask is absent and she carries her box with both hands. She has changed into into a dress made entirely of Veils Velvet, a gift from Mr. Veils himself from all the services she has provided him. What these services are, she kept to herself. When a Master of the Bazaar asks for you personally with intent of work, you must keep it out of the ears of gossips.
She wanders around a little until she sees her guest of the day. "Mr. Edison! Let us be on our way! Miss Hawkwing and I have secured a private room for our evening and I came to collect you personally. Aren't you popular today?" She says with her usual sweet voice, but she barely stops and continues walking towards the room as she talks.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 11, 2017 2:45:06 GMT
The sound of his 'name' being called is enough to snap his concentration. Ed looks over his shoulder to see Jessica walking by in all her glory. She certainly was making this meeting the event of the season with the way she dressed. Pinching Discovery by the ear Ed whispers to his best friend. "Take my bag and hide it somewhere,if that mangy cat comes looking." With a devilish smile he continues "You remind him who's boss." Discovery has smile just as evil as Ed, it bites onto his bag and runs off.
It seems the invitation was more of a command as Jessica had kept walking without looking back. Edward catches up to her and tries to find a way to stall for time. The Elisa girl was also joining them, add whatever was on that box, made Ed a bit nervous though he didn't show it, he hoped. "Madam Jessica, you look amazing and here I am covered in ink, and wearing the clothes I was fencing in earlier. If you'd be so kind to excuse me, I feel so underdressed especially in your presents." His first attempt at an excuse was a reasonable request hopefully he'd be able to respectfully escape her trap until he had time to prepare. "Besides this seems like a lot of effort on for me. Maybe we should get the others, like the professor, or the mummy, pardon me if I'm wrong, but I'd feel guilty hogging your spotlight." If he can't escape maybe some unlikely back up would be possible. "It seems you brought something as well, and I didn't bring a thing." He gestures towards the box she was carrying. "Where are my manners may I carry that for you?" Curious about the box he offers a hand hoping to reveal its contents early. Holding back a sigh he continues following Jessica like a lost puppy.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 11, 2017 9:26:23 GMT
"Oh nonsense! You look ravishing! A little ink won't be a bother. This is just a meeting of three friendly aqquientances, not a meeting at Empress' Court." She says as soon as he finishes excuse number one. She's onto him, whatever he was doing earlier he has deemed more important. Too bad she isn't one to accept a refusal. "No no no, no need for anybody else. I have organised other meetings with our guests, I wish to know them individually. It helpss them relax and be more themselves if you understand. And I have been aching to know more about you, my dearest! Relish the spotlight!" She says again without missing a beat from the second excuse. This is true, she rather meets everybody on their own and will plan it accordingly. Elisa is accompanying them because she wishes to. All this time, every response to his excuses sound genuine and as if completely oblivious to his attempts of stalling.
She holds the box closer to her chest protectively when he requests to hold it for her. "How kind of you, but it is quite alright. You see, this is one of my many most prized possessions, me and Miss Hawkwing were going to enjoy it today in celebration of a breakthrough in one of my discoveries, but we were summoned to this diplomacy. We decided now is the best time to do so and you will get to see it also! I am rather... Protective, over my valuables you see. I hope to you do understand." She wasn't going to let him have this box no matter what he says. This valuable piece was awarded for her hard work and patience. What made him worthy of holding it?
"We're almost there. Do keep up!" She says as she escorts him down a hallway. Their destination is the worn steel door at the end of it.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 11, 2017 15:22:28 GMT
Accepting his fate Edward wears a false smile. "You're embarrassing me Madam. I'm no one important unlike yourself, I'm afraid I'll squander your spotlight." He acts humble, in actuality he was unsure how to play any of this. If he had time to plan he'd feel more confident. With a childlike curiosity he ask "If you wish to know us individually, why is Miss Elisa joining us than? Forgive me I'm just nervous, I've never been the center of a beautiful woman's attetion before. Especially one of your standing, I feel at such a disadvantage." The best he can do is pretend to be meek. If he sticks to this he may get by without too much trouble.
They reach the end of the hall and Edward grabs the steel door and opens it. Turning himself towards Jessica he holds it open for her. He gestures her inside. "Ladies first." He says with a smile.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 11, 2017 17:19:31 GMT
Jessica smiles politely at the compliments. From a woman, she would probably be flustered and encouraged a little, but men's compliments have long since fallen flat. Doesn't mean it does not boost her already huge ego. "You see, Miss Hawkwing has always been my truest and dearest friend here since I first came down to the Neath. It is awfully difficult to achieve such an honest friend. Due her closeness, she insists on accompanying me when meeting with strangers, almost as a Bodyguard. Her reputation in her line of work has made her very... resourceful. She can sniff out a false from a mile, no matter how well they cover it up." She says this innocently and as sweet as possible. Perhaps this little lie will make her guest nervous, giving her an edge.
Her smile brightens as his politeness. "You are too kind, Mr. Edison." She says and enters the room. Elisa is already seated within as Jessica places the fine wooden box on a finely decorated table. Fredrick and Hope are absent. "Do take a seat and make yourself comfortable." She says as she retrieve a key kept within her bosom and unlocks the box.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 11, 2017 20:29:07 GMT
Edward sits down across the table from Elisa, he smiles politely and nods. "Hello Miss Elisa, I don't think we have had a chance to actually speak. I'm Maxwell Edison." He bows his head as he removes his hat, his rapier still sits on he left hip, while father's whip is on his right. Two throwing knives are strapped on each ankle, though he feels this is a tad over kill. "I'm assuming the bird is yours correct? It was with Freddy when I caught him in my room, the way they spoke with each made it seem as if they've know each other for awhile." He acts his most pleasant not trying to be too nice, but still being polite. "Speaking of how is Freddy doing I hope he didn't get hurt too badly, I'll discipline Discovery about that matter rest assured." He looks at Jessica while trying to keep an eye on the box, the curiosity is getting to him and he wants to know what's inside.
(Meanwhile)
"Bag safe. Cat hurt." Are the only words running through Discovery's mind as he sprints around the deck trying to find a safe place to hide Edward's belongings. With the strap firmly in his mouth the bag smacks around on the ground following him. Lucky the latches are secured and nothing spills out. Sniffing the air Discovery tries to find a familiar scent, but the salt is overpowering. Soon the smell of something awful reaches his nose. "Mummy!" Rembering what Ed called the captain Discovery runs to the smell. Lucky enough the professor wasn't far from him. Ed liked the older man. "Safe!" Discovery yells in his head as he runs headlong into the professors right leg to get his attetion. Discovery stands on his hind legs with the strap still in his mouth titling his head at the man hoping he'd let Discovery stay with him. The other option is the monkey. "Monkey hates the cat, monkey better than cat." He thinks as he stares at the professor.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 11, 2017 21:07:49 GMT
"Do not worry about Fredrick my dear. His bite is far worse than his bark, he's been in worse states!" Jessica says with a smile as she retrieves the item in question from the box. It is a sealed bottle of Muscaria Brandy and two drinking glasses. She retrieves a third from a stand and sets it all on the table. "Muscaria Brandy, one of the devil's finest alcohol." She explains to Edison as she pours the exotic fluid into a glass. "Do take your time with it. First time experience with this liquid can be... intriguing." She pushes one glass towards Edison and another to Elisa. She takes her own and takes a generous sip. The taste is exquisite without being too overpowering, the right strength to it, wonderful after taste. Everything is absolutely perfect with it.
"So you are from the surface, Mr. Edison? You said you have only been in Neath for a few months. What brought you down here?" Jessica asks as she takes a seat, sounding very polite and wearing her winning smile.
(Meanwhile)
Fredrick dashes down the hallway like white lightning. As soon as discovery bumps into the professor's leg, he bodyslams straight the weasel into an open door and out of sight of both the professor and the Captain. "Oi oi, boy! Yer thought ol' Freddy was gonna let that slide? Not a chance, mate." He says menacingly, low enough so the two humans can't hear. Discovery dashes with incredible speed to Fredrick, but he's expecting it this time. The moment Discovery tries to snake around him, Fredrick times it right and clamps his jaws around the weasels mid-section with crushing force. "Let's go about somewhere we won't be a nuisance to the others." He says very muffled as he drags the weasel which is fighting to get free, but Fredrick doesn't soften his grip by an inch.
After finding the secluded area where Hope is waiting, Fredrick throws Discovery across the room from his mouth. "Where's yer human now, yer furry wanka?" He charges forward and headbutts him to the ground, then holds him there with his paws, claws out and pressing into his pelt, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly enough to be very uncomfortable. "Ey, Hope? Didn't yer say that yer didn't appreciate the way this little bugger treated yer ol' pal? Wanna show what yer do to those fellas?" He says to the raven, his mouth forms into something similar to a violent grin.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 12, 2017 10:09:44 GMT
Finally the man was here with Jessica, Elisa is busy reading one of her friend's book, this one is about old Jack of Smiles and it bring old memories when the two woman met the man, spirit, whatever he was; The fact is that Jessica wrote down so many precise fact the constable immediatly came to them to ask questions about their involvement with the man. Miss Hawkwing fially set down the book to give a glance at Edward, the man was displaying a rapier at his hip, Elisa frowned lighty at this, she doesn't like when people are still armed at a meeting. "Miss Hawkwing, nice to meet you Mister Edison." The way she introduced herself may be a little rude from some picky people but after all it was in her nature, she disliked when people adressed her by her name, like if there where old acquintances, only her friend and the guys in her syndicate could use her name. Miss Hawkwing smirks at the mention of Hope from Edision, time to make it a little interesting, she takes a sip of the strong alcohol Jessica offer her and look Maxwell right in the eyes. "Ah yes... Little Hope, I'm afraid your poor familliar made an ennemy when he attacked Fredrick, the bird is quite fond of him, Hope can be quite... Dangerous when she wants to be, I made myself clear to her that she is forbidden to do something to your furred friend, don't worry about it.
(Meanwhile)
"So now I have to avenge your honor myself, Fredrick ?" the white raven is perched on the highest furniture of the room, that way she can examine every details before acting. "I'm only joking, don't worry, I think i will appreciate that moment." She flaps her way down to the desk near the two, taking her time as the weasel struggles to reain his freedom but it's no use, the feline will not let that occasion slip by. "So what am I going to do with that one ? I could pluck your eyes out, it could be fun to see you like in this state, trying to remain up. But... I'm quite hungry right now, Juliet only fed me with crackers efore the departure and i'm fond of ratlings, and i do admit that you look like a big ratling to me." Hope finally lands next to them with a menacing glint in her eyes.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 12, 2017 11:20:07 GMT
"Oh I meant no disrespect, Miss Hawkwing." Ed makes a small nod with a hint of a smile, noticing her tone at from before. "I do hope she can forgive Discovery. He is quite protective of me, since they were in my room unannounced." Ed states setting the narrative that Freddy and hope were in the wrong, he picks up the glass and studies the liquid for a moment, before leaning back in his chair with it in hand. "Discovery can be vicious thankfully I was there before things got worse. When we were on the surface, he would fight the most venomous snakes, along with other animals my father and I stumbled upon in our adventures." A nostalgic smile shines on his face, as well as pride in Discovery's abilities. "When backed into a corner or surprised he loses control of himself, it is a boon and a curse." He places the glass back on the table while looking towards Jessica.
"Oh I'm getting ahead of myself." He says gleefully. "I came down to the neath a few months back." A few carefully placed pauses to make it seem as if he's making up his story as he's goes, in actuality he is telling the truth. "I was raised by my father since I was ten years old. Before that it was the best nannies and tutors money could buy." He brings the glass close to his lips and then intentionally pulls it away as if he just remembered something important. Truth be told he had no intention of drinking this liquid, but he would make it seem like he intended, but got distracted. "On my tenth birthday I got brought to Central America, my father was at a dig site for the university he worked at." He places the drink on the table, while he has a smile glowing on his face. "It was the first time, I'd been to a jungle and we explored the remains of a formerly lost Mayan city. That was the moment I knew I wanted to follow in his footsteps. So I did, we saw the world I learned everything I could." He pauses for a moment intentionally making it seem like he was trying to stall to come up with something. Making his body language seem nervous, and flustered. "I um...what was the original question? Why did I come here?" He pauses for a few more seconds and comes up with a satisfactory answer. "When I saw the breadth of my domain, I wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer." He looks at Jessica again with a soft smile, as he tilts his head. "I guess you could say I got bored." For the first time his mask is completely off, he shows his true colors to her, now the interesting thing would be if she could tell what was real and what wasn't.
(Meanwhile in a more pressing situation)
"Bag safe hurt cat bagsafehurtcatbagsafebagsafebagsfeBAGSAFE." Discovery's mind races as his concern over the bag increases, the cat was no problem he could kill this cat, and the bird too. Right now the only thing that mattered was the bag. Discovery lets out an unholy scream, as the bird begins to talk. A scream equivalent to a thousand cats being violently slaughtered, it catches Freddy off guard. The poor cat underestimated Discovery's flexibility, and strength. He twist his body around causing the cats claws to dig into his own body, drawing blood. Discovery positions his hind legs to the side of Freddy's head, and kicks violently. His claws out hoping to maim the cat maybe even cut an eye out, the power of the kicks throws Freddy off of him. Discovery retreats underneath the desk in the room, cutting off the birds ability to fly. If it fights on the ground it loses, if it can fly and attack it leaves Discovery at a huge disadvantage. With his fangs showing, his claws ready to strike, and his body positioned in a defensive stance, he was ready to fight the cat. It had no chance against Discovery in a one on one fight. Hissing as loud as he can, borderline screaming Discovery hopes it can find back up. "Master kill cat!" It screams in its weasel tongue, though to the outside world its just a mess of hissing and growls. "Hurt cat hurtcathurtcathurtcathurtcat KILL CAT, EAT BIRD!" It screams in its mind as the pain from the scratches are completely ignored.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 12, 2017 12:39:18 GMT
Jessica watches Edison very carefully as he tells his story with an interested smile. While his story sounds unbelievable, she notes that he hasn't really given any subtle indication in his body language that he's lying. She is conflicted here whether he is telling the truth... Also why would anybody come down because they are 'bored'?... Wait, Jessica came down here because she was bored... Hm. If he's telling the truth, they may have more in common than she first thought.
Jessica takes another sip of the alcohol. "Do try the alcohol, Mr. Edison. You will most likely never find taste like this again." She says encouragingly as she notices he's avoiding to drink it. What does he think she's done to it? Poison it? It causes massive hallucinations? It's a truth serum? Nonsense! It's just extremely powerful alcohol! She mentally notes he might be paranoid... "I came down for the same reasons." Jessica begins. "The surface did not contain enough mysteries to quench my thirst, it was absolutely boring! When I first attempted to come down here, I was arrested unfortunately. Once I escaped I began at the Veilgarden and worked my way to the position I am now." She says with a grin, time to tempt him... "I discovered many things during my time... The four cities and it's remaining survivors, making contact with all the Masters of the Bazaar, I found out much about the Great Game. All this information did not come without a price however. Insanity four times, countless arrests and I even died twice! All of this made exquisite material for my books however." She says with a soft smile as she drinks some more.
(Meanwhile.)
With the weasel fighting back and his head hurting a little from that last attack. Fredrick has had enough. He. Is. Pissed. "Oh is that how we play it, eh?? Is that how yer wanna fuck with me!?" He bellows, burning with anger. Fredrick had promised to Jessica to never ever lose his temper since she took him in after the last incident, but this has gone way too far. "NOBODY. MESSES. WITH FREDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!" He roars like a rampaging lion, charging towards the weasel. It snakes out of the of his charge but he manages to swipe the side of his opponent with his violent claws. The weasel tries to wrap around him, which Fredrick lets him. While trying to crush him, Fredrick goes ballistic, throwing himself into every jagged object, every sharp corner and every hard surface. Discovery's body is absorbing every impact and protecting the feline's body. Once he feels it's grip weakening, he strikes. He clamps his jaws onto the weasel's neck and squeezes while still thrashing him around. He tastes blood in his mouth and during the whole thrashing, the bag flies from Discovery's grasp and out the room. He does not care, he only cares about killing this evil thing. "Hope! Give yer pal a hand!" He says in a rage. "We're gonna eat this little bastard when we're done!" He continues the punishment. This might be a fighting weasel, but this amount of punishment would injure even the most battle hardened. The noise from the whole fight can be heard through most of the ship.
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