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| Joyous Light; An Adventure of Gentlemanly Caliber... | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 9 2008, 02:43 PM (902 Views) | |
| ~beflexor~ | Aug 9 2008, 02:43 PM Post #1 |
I just _____ in the _____.
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Fardaway scowled slightly at the taste of his tea, he hated having it plain, preferring to have as much sugar as the liquid was willing to dissolve and topping it to the brim of the cup with cream. He’d snuck glances of the crew from the open crack of his bedroom door. From what he’d seen, he was the youngest here. Being the self-appointed captain was going to be more difficult than he thought, with all these hardened old guys around. Even if he did own the airship they stood aboard. At only twenty-six, Fardaway was at least half the age of two of the members so far. A smirk played across his lips as he remembered catching sight of one of them in particular; at least he wasn’t the shortest. That still didn’t stop him from admitting he was hiding, unwilling to even leave his room to get cream and sugar. The crew had come aboard not twenty-four hours ago from Gearclock. They’d since left port but the time had been spent settling into their rooms rather than exchanging pleasantries and names. Fardaway took another sip of his tea, remembering his order to himself that once he saw the bottom of the cup he was supposed to bring them together. He took another agonizingly slow taste and finally noticed it was cold. He felt his heart quicken as the caffeine hit his system suddenly, his nerves strengthening. Finally, he set the half-finished cup down, muttering “to hell with this” before stepping out his bedroom door. Fardaway stepped down the hall, bringing both his fists out and knocking once on the bedroom doors where each of the crewmembers would be, his youthful voice carrying throughout the ship. “Oi! It’s time for us all to get acquainted; we meet in the kitchen in five minutes! I hear but once excuse and you will be keelhauled!” ~ Fardaway’s airship, Dalila, was small by airship standards. Other than the deck, it had three levels; the bottommost was used for storage as well as the engines to run the propellers and the boiler for the wonderful creature comfort known as hot water. The next level up held six generously spaced bedrooms and the single bathroom, a problem should there be more than that many crewmembers, but Fardaway would be willing to make room. Finally, the topmost level that sat level with the airship’s deck had only the kitchen. The kitchen was the centerpiece of the airship, it had bright, cheery yellows that should have clashed with the pinewood cabinets, but didn’t. A big, scarred table was surrounded by mismatched chairs of varying comforts and shapes, and threatened to take out a hip every time someone passed through the doorway from the bedrooms. A plain, white woodstove burned low, keeping things comfortable. Fardaway plunked a kettle on to boil and grabbed a piece of jerky from the barrel in the corner before settling into one of the chairs, waiting for the inevitable. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Aug 9 2008, 05:46 PM Post #2 |
The Other Guy
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Gibbs slowly opened one tired eye as the airship's captain slammed his fist against the door and gave the order to meet up in the kitchen. Standing up from the metal bed he had been sleeping on and looked at the spartan ornaments of his cabin, a single lamp hung from the ceiling illuminating his surroundings, an armchair and small table took up one corner of the room and a chest of draws held the few objects he had been able to remove from his beloved steamtank which was now residing in the hold. He sighed rubbing the back of his head and began the long march through the cramped confines of the ship up towards the top deck, frankly he didn’t know why the captain was bothering with this meeting, just as long as Gibbs did his job he would get paid, and once he had enough money he would be off again. The Dalila’s hull suddenly creaked and shuddered loudly in a particularly strong crosswind and the airship seemed to swing with the force. “I’m sure it’s designed to do that…” Gibbs reassured himself grabbing a hold of some nearby piping to keep his footing before continuing his ascent. “Do ye even have a keel to haul any insubordinates on?” he asked the captain with a humorous tone in his voice as he entered the kitchen, slumping down atop the closest chair. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Aug 9 2008, 06:04 PM Post #3 |
The Ignored
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A beautiful, fluttering melody echoed through the halls near Radiance's room. As usual, he was passing time by playing his beloved violin. His room had exquisite accoustics, and he had altered it further by placing a sleep-pad and two desks in places that would cause his violin to sound even better. The tune took a turn for the menacing ala Flight of the Bumblebee, and was abruptly turned into a singular screeching note when there were several loud knocks on the door. "Bloody hell!" “Oi! It’s time for us all to get acquainted; we meet in the kitchen in five minutes! I hear but once excuse and you will be keelhauled!” "Affirmative, acknowledged, yeah, alright..." A whispy, tinny voice said. The Grinder stood up, making an awkward rattling noise, and tapped his left knee. It'd jammed three times so far this week, and as far as he knew the ship didn't have much oil to spare... Radiance opened the door. His tall, spindly bronze form took up most of the vertical space in the pathway, and he had to duck to get through most of the doors. He listened to the rhythmic, quiet ticking of his internal clockwork, as well as the steam powering his joints being released at regular intervals (so no pistons blew, making the tendons they were attached to inoperable), and the slight, incredibly muted crackling coming from his internal furnace. He rattled and clicked his way into the kitchen, and sat himself down on one of the chairs (which made a sound almost like a tree in an immense windstorm). "You wished to see me, Captain?" Radiance said, his speech followed by a loud parade of clicks coming from his left knee, jammed again. |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Aug 10 2008, 04:46 AM Post #4 |
G.A.T.E.
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(OOC: I didn't read any of the posts in here until after I already posted my character's bio. Hope ya don't mind too much.) Mikello had just shut the door to his workshop, which also doubled as a bedroom whenever he was too tired to go down to his hammock in the engine room, when someone started yelling something about everyone going to the... something. He rather promptly forgot what he had come in here to do, and the threat of being keelhauled might have had something to do with that, but he didn't catch that part. "Who w-was th-thah-tha-that?" He pulled the door open a bit and poked his head out, but didn't see anyone, so he went up to the kitchen to scrounge around for something to eat before going back down to figure out what he was supposed to do before he got interrupted and forgot. Kitchen, kitchen, which way was the kitchen...? he pondered. Oh yeah! The pint-sized greasemonkey scurried out of his workshop and down the hall to the kitchen in a bit of a hurry, and tripped as he stepped through the doorway, landing on his face hard, his goggles slipping off and skittering across the floor. "Dah-dah-dah-damn it," he complained, dusting himself off and collecting his goggles before nosing through the cabinets, not even noticing the other people in the room as he sniffed at a piece of... what was it? Meat? How the hell was someone able to dry it out like that? He shrugged and started chewing it as he found some relatively fresh biscuits, then hopped into a chair with his breakfast. |
| I wanted to put something interesting down here, but I can't think of anything. Does anyone read sigs? | |
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| ~Tvae~ | Aug 10 2008, 05:24 PM Post #5 |
Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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From the log of High Commander Matthias Casington: And so I find myself part of the crew of the Dalila, a quaint little airship. Pirate in nature, I think. Don't really remember what we're after, I didn't write it down... But, work is work, so it matters not, really. Oh, also, I think I may have figured out how to get the core on my Sound Negation Machine to work! If I could find a functional self-calibrating hydro-piston, I think I could realign the base circuit, which should get it functional. Or at least make it explode, but that's progress for you... Maybe if I could find a- However, whatever Matthias was thinking of finding was suddenly forgotten due to a knock on the door to his room. “Oi! It’s time for us all to get acquainted; we meet in the kitchen in five minutes! I hear but once excuse and you will be keelhauled!” a voice filtered in through the door from the hallway beyond. The captain, undoubtedly. A young chap he was; the youngest of the crew, even. Not surprising to Matthias, though... Everyone was young to him. Matthias shook his head. What was he supposed to be doing? He looked down. He had been writing, but he wasn't, so something must have happened... He pondered the question for a second, before realization dawned on him. Right! Meeting in the kitchen! That's what I'm supposed to do! Proud of himself, he wrote a quick note to the effect of "to be continued" in his journal, then bounded out of the room into the kitchen. Upon arriving in the kitchen, he noticed some of the other crew members eating some food, and realized he was famished. He must have forgotten his last meal... Ah well, there was food here! Grabbing a few pieces of jerky, he took a seat at one of the sides of the table, and pulled out a journal. If he was going to get acquainted with the rest of the crew, he should at least keep track of who they actually were. Edited by Tvae, Aug 10 2008, 05:25 PM.
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| ~kies~ | Aug 10 2008, 07:40 PM Post #6 |
Kilroy says hi
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(Here's my opening post,please notify my if their's anything wrong or incorrect with it) “Oi! It’s time for us all to get acquainted; we meet in the kitchen in five minutes! I hear but once excuse and you will be keelhauled!” Corin groaned and rolled over in bed,he opened his eyes and slowly begun ready himself for the day. It wasn't until he was half way out his cabin door that he remembered where he was and what he was doing. "Oh bullocks!" He hurriedly dressed and put his hair back,Grabbing his boots Corin set off down the hallway towards the kitchen. Being a human male of nineteen years of age,Corin was in perfect physical condition and a natural runner. In addition,he had inherited his father's agility and speed,which came in handy when one is in an airship bustling with crew members all heading for the same location. About few minutes later a slightly out of breath Corin found himself turning the door knob on the kitchen door. "Right,I'm here" Corin announced in his British accent, as he took an apple from a nearby bucket and took a seat in one of the many chairs surrounding the table. He looked over to his left to see a man,not much older than himself sitting next to him. From the way he surveyed the crew and the commanding air he held himself with,Corin guessed he was the captain. "Hello,My name's Corin Hardstock,Pleasure to meet you sir." Edited by kies, Aug 10 2008, 09:26 PM.
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| ~beflexor~ | Aug 10 2008, 10:25 PM Post #7 |
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Sure enough, the crew obeyed the voice of their captain. Fardaway must be more charismatic than he initially expected. His self-satisfying smile quickly turned into a frown as he noticed the decidedly male ratio of the group. Great, on an airship for days on end and not even a pair of breasts to keep him entertained. He got up and poured himself his second cup of tea for the day, grateful that they had plenty cream and sugar to keep him going for a long, long time. He plunked seven cubes of sugar into the cup and stirred it, watching the rest of the crew fill into the room. Fardaway was about to extend a hand to Corin Hardstock, then paused, instead curling his hand into a fist and lightly bumping it on the table. Personally, he wanted to grab Corin in a bear hug. While he knew the stuttery mechanic was fairly young, with his shaved head, he didn’t look it. Still, Fardaway wasn’t the shortest or the youngest now. Still, the guy deserved something, so he gave Corin a curt nod before speaking to the whole group. “My name is Aaron Fardaway, and I’m captain of this sky-faring vessel you stand upon. You probably found her by different means: postings, word of mouth, the drunken screamings of deranged bar patrons. For different reasons as well, money, research, and the plain ol’ sense of travel and adventure. Overall, we’re all here, our boots planted firmly on the same floor.” He got up to hide the fact that he was getting twitchy, and began pacing the room, pointing at each person, starting with Gibbs “I have no idea if we actually have a keel, still, I can always just shove someone overboard. You, Grinder” he pointed briefly at Radiance “you make me want to drop a load in my pants every time I look at you. Stop it.” he moved on to Mikello “do I have to strap some kind of inflatable vest on you? It’ll have all kinds of nifty lights on it and will inflate when it senses you’re headed for the ground, like, when I get tired if you abusing a perfectly good pair of goggles and toss you overboard?” From there he went to the back of Matthias’s chair and gripped the sides, the sound of the wood straining under his grip could barely be heard over the sounds of the kitchen as he looked down at the ginger crop of hair and muttered “I don’t like your face.” Finally, the captain settled back in his chair next to Corin and took a long, deep drink of his tea, just when he figured his words had sunk in enough for them to start considering throwing him overboard, he spoke again. “I want your names and I want to know why you’re on my ship. Now, the official reason is because we’re after a bauble…a trinket a gemstone a jewel, call it what you will. It is known as the Joyous Light. Now, everyone and their grandma has heard of it, but no one person has yet to actually call a claim on it in over five hundred years. That, gentlemen, is what we’re on this journey for. You’re all here, all totally different people, different logic, different reasoning, different experiences. I want to know what you’ve heard of the Joyous Light, we need some leads and I trust you bunch to lead us to it. I don’t care how small said lead is, we’ll still check it out, the Joyous Light could literally be anywhere in the world.” He got up again and hefted the teapot a few inches off the stove “but first, anyone care for a spot?” |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Aug 10 2008, 10:49 PM Post #8 |
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“I have no idea if we actually have a keel, still, I can always just shove someone overboard. You, Grinder” The captain said, pointing at Radiance. His head immediately swivelled into place and he stared blankly at Aaron, his two smaller eyes occaisionally going telescopic, analyzing Aaron's facial features. “you make me want to drop a load in my pants every time I look at you. Stop it.” Radiance doubled over in a bout of raucous, ugly laughter. "I apologize, Captain. Due to my time in the Wastelands I Was not able to receive the modifications most other Plotini received after the trial period..." Radiance sat for a moment, observing the facial features of the other crewmates. There were no females aboard the ship. Shortly after this, the Captain went into a short speech on exactly what it was they were assembled to do. Something about a jewel called the Joyous Light. In all honesty, Radiance did not care about this item. He did believe, however, that somehow this would be connected to Glory's disappearance, and that finding the Joyous Light might take him one step closer to reclaiming her from whatever had happened to her in the first place. "Steamsplitter, Radiance Coglynn," the Grinder hissed, reciting his name in last-first-middle order. "I believe something of great importance to myself may be recovered on the grand journey to find this jewel. I intend on finding this something, and to repay you for helping me, I suppose I must assist you in finding YOUR something. I am adept at maintaining machinery, marksmanship, and creating organized noise using the Violin. I dearly hope that I will be useful aboard this ship," Radiance replied to the captain's order. He had realised how little he seemed to care for ANY of the crewmates, including himself, and how he seemed to frown when they all assembled before him. The Captain then lifted up a kettle full of a steaming liquid and queried if anyone would care for a "spot". Noticing the liquid was steaming, Radiance nodded, figuring it would be a viable substance to power his pistons. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Aug 11 2008, 12:51 AM Post #9 |
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"Whell, it's good to know where we all stand with you" Gibbs said cheerfully in response to the captain's opening speech, reaching into his right pocket and producing a pair of eyeglasses, one lens was cracked right across. Gibbs’ eyes seemed to light up slightly at the mention of the Joyous Light, and to anyone looking at him it would have been clear that he’d heard of it long before it was mentioned now and he was no doubt wondering what he’d do with it if he got the jewl. He was partially shaken from these thoughts as the grinder began to speak and as Radiance gave his self description the old gadgeteer leaned back and appeared to inspect his systems before deciding that Radiance would make a good set of spare parts when they came to need them. He realized it was his turn to speak. "As fer me, I'm Commodore Jacob Gibbs of the Landeel" he looked around at the group with narrowed eyes “and before’ anyone brings up the bleedin’ obvious they never got the chance to demote me before I left. Mah reasons for coming are mah own and I’m a bloody good tank pilot with some talent to nickin’ other peoples ideas and adding them to mah own.” There was a few seconds silence before he added to Fardaway “and if ye do try lobbin’ me overboard before I get my cut, there’ll be hell to pay.” He refused the tea stating “too early in the mornin’ fer me” and pulled out a hip flask taking several swigs of it before sinking deeper into his chair. Edited by Shin-Ra, Aug 11 2008, 01:50 AM.
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| ~Tvae~ | Aug 12 2008, 11:32 PM Post #10 |
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Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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From the log of High Commander Matthias Casington: Here we are, together as a group for the first time. Quite a varied group, though no women... We do have a robot, first time I've ever fought alongside a machine. Hmmmm... at the very least, it was always good to have extra parts lying around... I've got plenty of supplies for now though, I think. As far as the rest of the crew... The captain is a man by the name of Aaron Fardaway, second youngest on the ship. He seems to like the one younger than him, don't know his name as of yet. Dislikes the man with the robot arm, threatens to push him overboard or some such. Captain thinks the robot is ugly (it apologizes). And apparently the bald man is clumsy, and dropped something the captain didn't want dropped. Matthias sat there for a few seconds, waiting for the captain to continue. He finally looked up to see what was happening, only to find the captain staring straight at him, gripping the arms of his chair. "I don’t like your face." Apparently, the captain doesn't like me either... Guess the kid is the only one the captain likes, or at least, the only one who isn't going to get insulted. Matthias shrugged, then continued to take notes of what Fardaway was saying about the mission, although he felt awkward at the mention of the Joyous Light. He was the oldest one there, yet he had never heard tell of it before... Or at least, couldn't recall hearing tell of it before. When the captain finished explaining the mission in part, the machine spoke next. Robot goes by either the name Steamsplitter or Radiance, not sure. He said three names, I'll probably just call him Steam or somethin. Then it was Gibbs turn to speak. Jacob Gibbs is next, a defensive man. Has a tank, might have to take a look at it later... He also drinks. He waited a bit for another member to speak, but none seemed willing to do so. So, he took his own turn. "High Commander Matthias Casington, at your service. You may call me Matthias, it's shorter than the whole title. I am an expert on the fringes of the known sciences; although, for this voyage, I shall be working as sharpshooter and gunman." He paused, wondering what else to say. "Oh, and sorry about my insanity - I'm fairly certain that I suffer from short term memory loss. Pleasure to be working with you all!" Satisfied with his introduction, he sat down, and smiled happily at the rest of the group. At the offer of tea, he gratefully accepted - tea was one of his guilty pleasures. Nothing like a nice hot cup of tea to go with a duo-core steam-accelerated gravity field amplifier! Edited by Tvae, Aug 28 2008, 12:40 PM.
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