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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 2, 2009 17:33:34 GMT -5
Angel...well...she just couldn't keep track of Christophe's conversation no matter how hard she concentrated. After two words she was lost, his words washing over her without her understanding what was being said. Even a glimpse at his thoughts didn't reveal very much. It seemed that it was going to take a lot of energy to keep up with Christophe, maybe it would just be easier to agree with him and avoid those lengthy and confusing explinations. At least he seemed energetic and optimistic, that was a bonus for him, right? Yes, of course it was. Plus he was polite, that went some way to balancing out how odd he was.
"Well, we were going to head down to put our things in one of the cabins..." She responded to Christophe, sharing Charile's want to be rid of their heavy bags. Once they had stored their bags away they could explore the ship and get to know the people that were on board. Roslyn and Christophe were a start, but she was sure that there would be plenty of other people on the ship for them to get to know. Not that she didn't like Roslyn and Christophe, they were interesting characters and it would be nice to know more about them, but where was the point in being surrounded by people if you didn't try to speak to them all?
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Post by FLICK on Jan 3, 2009 17:45:09 GMT -5
ooc;; Ahaha! Sorry to interrupt, but: "... they could explode the ship..."
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jan 3, 2009 21:58:36 GMT -5
Charlie collected the things he had laid down earlier to uncover Christophe from the ground and stood next to Angel. He didn't even try to understand what Christophe was saying this time. Maybe Angel could explain it to him later... or not, he didn't mind. He could spare the headache.
"Yes, Roslyn was going to show us to an empty one," he said. He would have to repeat her name in conversation as much as possible so that he didn't forget it. Angel's name just naturally came to mind. He wouldn't want to end up having to ask her again. No, that would just be embarrassing, and she frightened him a little.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 5, 2009 14:58:52 GMT -5
"At least you're honest." Roslyn put in quietly to Christophe, glancing at Charlie and Angel before her amber gaze flitted back to him, tilting her head ever-so-slightly at his question of where they were 'off to'. He didn't know where the ship was bound? Well, that should have been obvious, really, considering he'd been hiding under the tarpaulin just a few moments before. She doubted he'd even known he was on a ship until a few minutes ago. Brushing a lock of black hair out of her face, she looked at the ocean once again. "The ship is en route to many places... but it's bound for the Shattered Lands, ultimately." she murmured nonchalantly, as though it was no big deal.
She glanced up at Angel's comment, as though just remembering that yes, she was meant to be showing them to a cabin. "I'm sorry, follow me." she nodded, moving to sweep off across the deck, bare feet making no sound on the wooden boards. Hell, her dress probably made more noise. She moved towards a set of stairs leading down to the lower decks, the hatch that covered the stairs currently open to allow passengers to move freely.
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Post by FLICK on Jan 5, 2009 15:53:09 GMT -5
"The Shattered Lands?" he echoed. But only a brief section of his mind was surprised at the idea. The rest was curious, and the tone came through into his voice. "I wonder why on Syrunn I wanted to go there." Then he laughed. "Oh well, should be exciting!" But his mind was trying to work out other things - why on Syrunn these three unlikely passengers wanted to go there. Angel, the girl with wings who seemed unfailingly polite, Christophe decided, would be Charlie's reason. The man seemed protective of, infatuated with and a little in awe of her. Roslyn was another enigma altogether, the beautiful woman with the cold eyes and equally frosty demeanour.
Christophe lingered as the other three departed to the cabins. He knew that, as he wasn't a paying passenger, he wouldn't have one. Stowing away was an experience he was used to, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable. He would have to spend the night hidden somewhere below decks, he presumed - unless he could persuade another passenger to let him share theirs. But then, he didn't know how many other passengers there were - how many people were crazy enough to travel to the Shattered Lands?
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 5, 2009 17:03:43 GMT -5
Angel's eyes lit up at the mention of the Shattered Lands, being reminded of where they were going only serving to re-kindel her excitement. She wasn't scared, not yet at least, fear could wait until they were close enough to see the evil that had blighted the land; right now it all seemed so far away, a destination that she could hardly touch. Right now they had a whole, long journey stretching out ahead of them, and she couldn't wait to get to know everyone and teach Charlie how to use mind talk. Maybe he could help her to unlock her past if he could see into her mind? Who knew, she would just have to wait and see how things turned out.
She smiled to Roslyn and nodded, murmuring that there was no need to apologise as she moved to follow her down into the bowls of the ship. "You don't know why you are here?" Angel seemed, as always, vexed by Christophe as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, smiling lightly as she caught a snippet of his thoughts. "If you are going to the Shattered Lands the passage on this ship is free, as long as you don't mind helping out when needed." She commented, hoping that her tone was conversational enough that he wouldn't become suspicious of her. It really did become tiresome when people were always worried about you reading their thoughts.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jan 8, 2009 7:31:00 GMT -5
Charlie walked behind Angel, glancing around as Roslyn led them to the cabins. He examined a couple of the crew members before they followed her below deck. He shifted the weight of the things. The Shattered Lands. A chill of horror and excitement shivered up his spine. Were they really doing this? He was still having a hard time believing it.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 9, 2009 15:13:55 GMT -5
Roslyn had led them below deck in no time at all, showing a line of closed doors which were the cabins; some doors were open, but most of the passengers had either shut themselves inside by this point, or had closed up their cabin before going up to the deck. "I think any door which is open is unoccupied." she commented lightly, "Most passengers will come and go before long, when we're on course to the Shattered Lands directly... not many people want to go there, as you can probably guess." she smirked faintly. There wasn't much Roslyn was afraid of, and the Shattered Lands weren't one of them. This was perhaps foolish, but she was ambiguous like that at the best of times.
"I'll leave you to drop off your things and unpack. I'll see you later, perhaps." she murmured, glancing back at them for a second or two before wandering back towards the stairs. She didn't want to intrude, and although she was curious about their new passengers she didn't want to crowd them.
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Post by FLICK on Jan 23, 2009 19:22:34 GMT -5
One phrase in particular made Christophe's eyes light up more than any other (except perhaps 'treasure trove' or 'ancient temple probably full of treasure troves to be explored - look out for zombies'), and that was 'free passage'. It seemed too good to be true when he heard it from Angel, but Christophe wasn't the sort of person who worried about those sorts of things. So what, if there was a catch? He could still go along for the ride - the catch was just another surprise at the end of the voyage. And until it popped up, the wonders of free passage leered before him.
"Always happy to help out, sweetheart," he said, nodding her head in her direction.
He wondered whether or not free passage included a room. Probably not, but in his experience it was best to assume the best. If it did include a room, he would already have one - and if it didn't, well, perhaps the captain or whoever was in charge here would be too polite to kick him out of it. By assuming one was his, he would at least get one good night in before they noticed he was even in one, which was certainly to his advantage. The sleep might help him sort out his convoluted logic a little better.
Christophe trailed after the group as they moved below deck, but on the realisation that he had nothing to 'drop off' or 'unpack', as Roslyn had put it, decided that he would leave Angel and Charlie to it. To Christophe, they seemed on the verge of being a couple, and he would hate to ruin their chances. Well, that wasn't strictly true, but this gave him an excuse to get to know the oddly frigid Roslyn a little better (no rape involved, CHI ):<).
"So where do you hail from?" he asked cheerily when they were back in the sea air. "And what made you decide to leave it all behind on this delightfully wacky adventure?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 24, 2009 19:07:51 GMT -5
Angel's eyes glimmered in the dim light as they flicked between the cabin doors, something about her gaze telling that she was confirming what Roslyn said. She was right, behind most of the closed doors she could sense minds, either sleeping or talking in hushed voices with their companions. Her gaze finally came to rest on Roslyn again before she nodded and smiled lightly. "Thank you for your help, I hope that we will see you later, and you Christophe." She added ad she glanced over to the man and smiled to him politely, though she found herself thinking that Christophe's company may only be bearable in small doses.
She then turned to give Charlie a bright smile that gave away her excitement before she moved over towards one of the open doors, cautiously peering inside the cabin before looking back at him. "It is empty! It's only small, but I think that they are all the same size. Should we have this one?" She asked, tilting her head at him as she lingered by the door. The cabin was only small, and Angel doubted that she would be able to let her wings out in there. It only contained a chest, a hammock and a bunk style bed, the chest having a heavy lock on it so that they could keep their posessions safe, the key having been left inside for the inhabitants of the room, and it also locked the cabin door.
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Post by FLICK on Jan 24, 2009 19:32:56 GMT -5
ooc: ONLY BEARABLE IN SMALL DOSES?! What is this, bully Flick's characters day? Month? Year? Decade? ... I'm going for decade.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jan 25, 2009 11:12:54 GMT -5
ooc;; Christophe's going to rape Roslyn! XD Hehe! I jest, Flickluff. <3<3<3<3
bic;; Charlie examined the room for a moment. Yes, it was quite small... But passage was free, right? And they were on their way to the Shattered Lands. His optimism took over, and he grinned at Angel.
"This will work fine, I think," he said happily. "We'll only be using it to sleep and store our things, right? I should think we would be on deck otherwise. Or, perhaps we could even store our things in this room and use a different one to sleep in? Surely there aren't going to be enough passengers to fill all the cabins. After all, we are headed to the Shattered Lands." The smile remained on his face even as he spoke of that terrifying place where many went and few (or none, possibly?) returned.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 27, 2009 16:05:03 GMT -5
((This is going to turn into a competition, isn't it? XD 'Who can rape Roslyn first!?' ))
Her eyes flashed in the light as she glanced over her shoulder at Christophe; she would have thought that by her demeanour alone he'd realise that she more or less enjoyed her own company, but at least this gave her more time to adjust to their new companion. She assumed that he would be travelling with them, of course. "I was from Karmen, a village near the borders between Avalas and Märmosia, but I can barely remember it." she informed him softly, sweeping to the railings to look down at the water again, as she had been doing when Angel and Charlie had first spotted her.
"Since then I've been around, I guess. Fortune telling can take you to a lot of places." she shrugged, "But right now I'm just looking for answers." A vague reply, but Roslyn didn't divulge much to the people she'd know for years, let alone strangers. She glanced across to him, tilting her head.
"I assume you're Écritêtrean from your accent?" she asked lightly, the faintest smirk crossing her face as she looked at him, as though she knew something now that she hadn't before. "...You'll not make your mark on the world and become a great trasure hunter by getting drunk and falling asleep under tarpaulins, Christophe. But maybe you're meant to be on this ship after all, if you're looking for somewhere new to set your sights." she told him, as if she had read all of that from his expression alone. Yeah, Roslyn was creepy.
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Post by FLICK on Jan 28, 2009 0:38:36 GMT -5
ooc: That would be an AMAZING competition. But the outcome isn't really contested, is it?
ic: Christophe noticed Roslyn's eyes flash flintily as she registered his presence. He had, intuitively, realised that she would probably be one of the more 'lone wolf' sorts (was that a phrase used to refer to women? Christophe had no idea), but with typical Christophian wisdom he'd ignored it. He gave her a slight smile - not like his other, energetic grins - and moved to the rail, his blue eyes studying the troubled surface of the sea. Christophe's mood was not as fixed on cheerful as he would have most people believe. His life was a tangled mess of alcohol, lies and tragedies he could only half remember, and although his highs were very high, he was prone to deep, brief bouts of melancholia. Not that he was suffering one now - but he needed some down time, some seriousness to shake away the shadows that lurked behind his eyes. He felt sick when he was too happy, or too bright, as if it wasn't fair on himself to be so cheery after all the things he had to feel dreadful for.
Christophe listened to all she had to say before speaking; her story, if it could be called that, her nonchalant assumptions on his life that were accurate enough to be magic. Probably were. They irritated him vaguely, that she could read him like that with some inner eye, and the left side of his mouth quirked up darkly. "You don't find answers, Roslyn. They aren't just hovering out there waiting for you to sail by happily and snaffle them up. You make your own answers, and they don't fit, and then you pound them into shape until they do."
"And yes, I most certainly am. Another tragedy for my poor, long-suffering parents; an incorrigible son born into their decaying, upper-class lifestyle only to toss it away. I don't think they've had any more of me. If they have I don't remember. I don't remember the last time I visited them. Do you have parents, or did you just crawl out of a hole in the ground? Seems orr-fully undignified for a lady like you." He tried to remember what she'd been saying, what he'd been talking about. "And don't you dare think I'm getting drunk and falling asleep under tarpaulins of my own free will. I don't really have any choice in the matter, Roslyn. Perhaps if you saw as far as you thought you did you'd understand that." He smiled bitterly at her.
"So, know we're finished with my little bit of charming, tragic introspection, why not move onto you? What's your problem? Who have you lost?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 28, 2009 10:20:32 GMT -5
(You would all be scared if Angel won this 'let's rape Roslyn' competition. xD)
Angel smiled to Charlie and nodded. "You're right. We will just be sleeping in here, we can spend the rest of the time on the deck, there is more than enough room for my wings up there." She agreed with him, closing her eyes for a moment to make her wings disappear, stepping into the room once that golden glow had disappeared from behind her. "We should just stick to one room until we have vistited all the other ports, I wouldn't want to take up too much room until we know how many people are here." She nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed to look up at Charlie and suddenly smile brightly.
"We really really are on our way now. The ship was here and we are on it and we will be sailing soon and I'm so excited!" She exclaimed, that childlike excitement back in her eyes again.
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