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Post by Chani {♥} on Jan 28, 2009 13:12:45 GMT -5
ooc;; Ink, that is just WRONG! O.O
bic;; Charlie laughed at Angel's excitement and nodded. He entered the room and began organizing their things.
"Don't get too excited just yet," he said, though the look on his face proved that he was exhilarated as well. "It's a long trip. But we have interesting companions, don't you think? That Roslyn dresses like a gypsy. She looks like the type that's seen a lot. She should have some stories, eh?" He grinned. "And Christophe... Well, I don't honestly have to go into detail, do I?" He chuckled and unlocked the chest, beginning to place their things in it. "I wonder if there are any other passengers. I wasn't expecting anyone besides us, truthfully." He closed the chest and stood.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 28, 2009 16:52:44 GMT -5
((I think it would be a good twist on the competition, actually. XD))
Roslyn matched Christophe's rather dark smirk with one of her own, a quiet laugh escaping her lips at the sudden switch in his personality and a light frown contorting her pretty face as she gazed into the depths of the sea. Her cold amber eyes flitted back to his face at his questions, and she tilted her head curiously. "I suppose you are right." she commented, "But some answers just don't fit, no matter how hard you try to mash them into place, that's why I'm on this ship." she told him, pushing her ebony curls out of her face and turning away from the ocean now as though she didn't want to look at it.
"My problem?" she narrowed her eyes, drumming her fingers along the wooden rail, "...Do you think you could say you 'lost' someone when you never really found them to begin with?" she glanced to him, "I guess it all ties in with the parents that I do have, but rather than crawling out of a hole in the ground as you think, I might merely be a half-demon monster." she shrugged, "My mother was raped and murdered by thieves when I was a kid, and I'm searching for my 'supposed demon' father in the Shattered Lands. Even if I find nothing else there, I might at least get some closure. Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting me to be some mutation born out of shadows and sarcasm." she murmured.
"And as for your lack of free-will, you always have a choice, Christophe. Even if you tell yourself you don't. But that's enough tragic introspection for one day, I think. I don't want to waste all of my breath talking about the past."
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Post by FLICK on Jan 30, 2009 15:43:20 GMT -5
ooc: I think it would be HILARIOUS. DO IT.
ic: Christophe could help but be amused by Roslyn's sarcastic humour, even if the pointy end of the stick - or conversation, whatever it was - was aimed at him. Her story was tragic, and with his typical lack of tact where it counted Christophe tried to lighten the mood somewhat. "Closure?" he asked, with a grin that showed he was just messing around. "Honestly, closure? Surely you can do better than that, Roslyn!" They had been using each other's names an awful lot considering that had only just met. "I thought you were meant to be some kind of showman... or... woman... Closure's the biggest cliche in the book. I want a better story next time." He turned around and sat on the rail, hooking his ankles around the supports and crossing his arms over his chest in mock petulance.
"And really, let's not talk about my lack of free will. That's another issue altogether, brought on by a truly touching descent into alcoholism and abandonment of morality. In about, ooh, five hundred or six hundred years they'll be making moving pictures about that sort of thing!" Christophe nodded gravely.
"Unfortunately, though, as we have only just had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting one another, there is really not much to talk about besides the past. After all, you did spend quite a lot of your breath actually doing it all, and there aren't really many present things to talk about. I mean, what kind of conversation begins with 'that's a pretty boat?' But for you, lady, I will do my best." He popped of the rail and gave a low bow. "So, what are your interests, then?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 30, 2009 17:11:05 GMT -5
"It might be a long trip, but being on the ship means that I am half way towards the destination!" She smiled brightly to Charlie. She had come so far before getting here, she couldn't help but let herself get excited about finally being on her way to the Shattered Lands. After so many set backs it was nice to take a step in the right direction, even if they were still a long way away from the continent they were heading for. "They do seem...interesting to say the least." She grinned and nodded to Charlie, laying on her stomach on the bed to watch him unpack. "Roslyn has probably seen , though I doubt that she would tell us. She's not an open person, and I don't think that she really trusts people." She murmured, resting her chin on her arms. "And Christophe...well...I just don't know how to describe him. I doubt that there will be a dull moment with him around." She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment, lulled by the gentle rocking of the ship. "There aren't many people here, but that's good. It's nice and quiet in my head."
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Post by Chani {♥} on Feb 23, 2009 15:31:09 GMT -5
Charlie listened to Angel avidly as she spoke of Roslyn and Christophe. He thought about her strange gift to see into the minds of others for a moment, then shook his head.
"And it should get quieter yet after we ship off," he added, finishing up their unpacking. "We can put some distance between us and this massive city. That should give you some peace of mind you haven't had in a while." He grinned broadly. "And you're right, Roslyn did come off as a bit... aloof, is that what I'm looking for? Indifferent? Well, if we can't get her to share any stories, I suppose I could just tell some of my own, though my most interesting ones are fictional." He frowned, but his face lightened again almost instantly. "But not for long, right? This will be one to top all the others!" He purposely spoke as if their return was inevitable. He didn't want to ruin Angel's happiness with worries about whether or not they would live to pass on their tale to others.
He straightened up and rubbed his hands together. "Well, I think that does it down here. Should we go back up so we don't miss the departure?" He gestured at the door with his arm.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 24, 2009 12:38:35 GMT -5
Roslyn found herself smiling without intending to at Christophe's response; he always seemed to have an answer for everything, didn't he? He was uncannily easy to talk to, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd held a conversation with someone for this long without cutting it short. "I will try to come up with a better ending then, if it suits you, sir." she responded with a nonchalant shrug, "If you do believe me to be a 'show-woman', then I'd best not let my audience down, whoever they may be. Perhaps I should change the ending to revealing my demonic powers and taking bitter vengeance on this world." she suggested, smirking. "A mite darker than the original, but I think it has some potential."
She looked up at the sound of a faint horn blowing overhead, amber eyes catching the light of the sun before she dipped her head again. It seemed as though the ship would be departing soon, and then they would finally be on their way.
"We could have started the conversation with 'that's a pretty boat'... but unfortunately I wouldn't really call this the most handsome of vessels." she glanced about them, amused, before gazing back over at Christophe, arching an eyebrow at his bow. "I don't know what interest of yours my interests would be, but considering that we've already revealed our tangled, tragic pasts to each other..." she gave a thin smile, "I suppose fortune telling wouldn't be an interest as much as it would be a job... but I enjoy it enough. Other than that, dancing is my passion and I like the odd book, but reading is something that I do to pass the time. I've rarely gotten a chance to exercise any other interests lately. I've been on this ship too long." she let her gaze drift back to the ocean for a moment, sighing lightly.
"What about you? I'm sure you must enjoy more than drinking and accosting ladies?" she enquired, "Well. Even if you don't now, you must have before."
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Post by FLICK on Feb 24, 2009 23:53:40 GMT -5
ooc: Yay! Winds of Change!
Flick caught Roslyn's brief smile and flashed her one in return, but it was something else that captured most of his attention. Was she a demon, then? Perhaps that explained the cool, knife-like edge to her personality, a blade he felt he was tiptoeing dangerously close to. There was something about her that was mysteriously, enthrallingly dark; would demon blood fit the cards? It intruiged him - if he had ever met a half- or quarter- (or less) demon before, he was unaware of doing so. "You should write a book," he said, nodding mock-seriously with eyes open a little too wide to be completely earnest. "You've got real talent there."
"See, fortune telling!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "That makes you a show-woman. Or does it? How much of what you do is actually for real, and how much of it is smoke and mirrors, I wonder?" He raised his eyebrows and jumped off the rail. "Do you think you could tell my fortune?" But his mind had already flitted to another idea, to hover there like a transient butterfly. "How long have you been here, then? Where did it come from? You don't look exactly like Boukokou is your homeland."
As for his interests, well... That was difficult. "You really hit the hammer on the head there with the drinking and accosting ladies, they are at the top of my list," he said slowly, with an ironic twist of the mouth. "But other interests? Hmm... treasure," he confessed. "Finding treasure. Amassing treasure. Sitting on large piles of treasure. But moving on from treasure, adventures. Excitement. Abandoned tombs (preferably if they contain treasure). Noticing a recurring theme here? There certainly isn't one. Did I mention treasure?" He nodded brightly. "Yeah, that pretty much sums me up."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 25, 2009 14:09:28 GMT -5
She smiled lightly at his comment about it getting quieter, briefly rubbing at her forehead, as though his comment made her realise just how many foreign voices and feelings were clamouring around in her head. It would be nice once they were out at sea, with only the minds of the crew creeping into hers from time to time. She had tried to get away from it all before, hiding deep within a thick forest, but she only felt lonely, unable to cope with how quiet it was. She didn't like being alone in her own head, which was strange, she knew, but it was the truth. She'd never sought to fully isolate herself since then.
"I don't mind fictional stories. I'm sure that Christophe will be full of amusing stories, between you and him we should havve enough entertainment." She smiled to him as she sat up and hopped to her feet as he finished up packing, leaving her bag on the bed. She didn't really have anything to unpack.
"Yeah, we should go up and talk to the others, and maybe take a look around the ship." She nodded to him, moving to head out of the little room. "And watch as we sail away from the port! I want to be there as we sail away from the port? Oh! What, if we already missed it? Hurry!" She laughed before tugging the door open and practically running out of the room. She was just a bundle of energy right now.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Feb 25, 2009 22:21:44 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I don't think we...," he stopped short as Angel had her outburst and threw the door open.
Charlie broke into laughter as she rushed from the room. He would have felt the ship's motion if they had already set off, but he realized that Angel was probably just too excited to think about the details right now. He took one last look at the room, to make sure they weren't forgetting anything, and chased after her onto the deck, closing the door behind him.
He felt a light breeze meet his face as they alighted, the smell of the sea made his nose tingle minutely. He grasped Angel's wrist gently before she could run off again.
"Hey, look," he nodded toward the rope ladder leading up to the crow's nest. "The crow's nest is empty. Wouldn't you like a 'top' view of our departure? I don't think the sailors will mind; they won't be needing it right away."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 26, 2009 16:27:23 GMT -5
"Smoke and mirrors?" she glared across at him suddenly; a show woman she could probably accept, she'd probably not even mind if a skeptic said that everything she did was more to do with luck than anything else. But she didn't need to cheat, as it were, with smoke and mirrors. Everything she said was what she thought it would be, whether people believed it or not. Although the icy glare in her golden eyes cleared as quickly as it had appeared at the mentioning of telling Christophe's fortune, and she tilted her head. "Of course I could read it. Not right now, obviously. But if you'd like me to later I'll read your palm." she offered with a light shrug, aware of the sailors that were marching about them now, getting ready to depart no doubt.
She glanced across to the stairs leading down into the bowels of the ship as Charlie and Angel appeared from below, watching them briefly before turning to lean on the rail again. They'd probably want to explore and see the other passengers (well... the few that were still there) and she didn't want to get in their way. For all she knew they wanted to be alone... there was a definite spark of something there, she could feel it.
"I've been on the ship for about a month, now." she told Christophe lightly as the second horn blew, signaling their departure. "I was born near the borders between Avalas and Marmosia... the ship had stopped in Cressa for a while, and that was when I first got on board. It was a lucky chance, really. You could say it was a twist of fate." she smirked, shrugging and gazing across to him. "Treasure, hm? I thought so, you've got that look in your eyes. Have you found much treasure in your travels?" she asked as though she already knew the answer, "...And as for excitement, it seems as though you found the right tarpaulin to fall asleep under. You don't get much more exciting than the Shattered Lands. Well. 'Exciting' might not be the right word." she murmured.
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Post by FLICK on Feb 27, 2009 16:12:34 GMT -5
Christophe leant back, a little taken aback by her sudden, amber glare. Her eyes scared him a little - there was some cold, black darkness deep inside, wrapped tightly around some hurt that lay deep within her, raw and unforgotten. It felt almost like that darkness would reach out of her eyes and wrap itself around him, hungry for his suffering, and drag him to a deep, dark place that was rank with the smell of misery and death. He was equally taken aback by the depths of his angsty imaginings, and shook his head briefly to shake the image from his mind.
"Later, then," he said distractedly, one finger drifting lazily over the palm of his other hand like the gulls that circled effortlessly for scraps in the endless blue above them.
"A month?" asked Christophe? "Well I hope that for your sake there were other passengers to keep you entertained, brilliant social butterfly that you are. I can't imagine you by yourself - I'm sure you'd just wither and melt in your own company." Particularly, he thought, if she ever turned her derisive comments and cutting glances inwards. "And!" he went on, "as a matter of fact I have found treasure! I lost most of it right after finding it in the first place though, and the few coins I didn't I whittled away in the name of a variety of unsavoury pursuits that I won't trouble your impeccable purity with. And, well, exciting could very well be the right word." He shrugged. "Depends how you look at it. Do you know if there's treasure there?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 27, 2009 17:51:16 GMT -5
Angel was giggling as Charlie caught up with her, her wings having slid out again almost as soon as she was back above deck, the girl not even seeming to realise that she had left them out again. "We haven't set off yet, but we will soon, so we have to get to a good place to watch the port drift away!" She exclaimed, her wings fluttering, as if to emphasise her point.
She tilted her head back to look up to the tope of the pole as he pointed it out, a smile spreading over her features as her gaze found the crows nest. "That would be pefect! We would have a great view from up there!" She grinned to him, moving over towards the ladder. "Come on! Lets go. I'll race you." She winked to him before starting to climb.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 2, 2009 11:40:38 GMT -5
Charlie laughed and raced after Angel, feeling childish but really not caring what anyone thought of him. It would help him keep his mind off of the danger that lie ahead, anyway, and simultaneously keep him from exploding with excitement that they would be leaving soon. He had no intention of winning their little race, but it was entertaining, all the same. A couple sailors stopped to stare, probably worried one of them would fall off, but they didn't.
Once in the crow's nest with Angel, Charlie looked over the side, staring down onto the deck. Then he shifted and looked out over the sea, glassy and calm.
"Definitely a good day for sailing," he said cheerfully. Could nothing go wrong today? He leaned against the side and looked at Angel and how frightfully exhilarated she looked just to be on the ship. They hadn't even taken off yet, but one could tell the anticipation was killing her. "A great day for starting an adventure of self-discovery, don't you think?" He grinned, savoring a cool breeze that swept through his hair and over his face.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 2, 2009 15:23:38 GMT -5
"Oh, there were a few other passengers to keep me company." Roslyn murmured nonchalantly, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "But I killed them and ate their souls, wonderful socialite that I am." she smiled thinly as the final whistle blew through the air and the ship finally began to ease away from the port. Roslyn pointedly ignored the sailors darting around them, all too used to them rushing over the deck while the scarce passengers relaxed and watched the world go by.
"I never said that you didn't find any treasure." she pointed out with a smirk, "And don't assume on my purity, sir, lest you find a more unfavourable side to my personality. Not that this side of it is particularly favourable as it is, but I'm sure you've noticed that too, haven't you?" she swept from the railings to walk slowly towards the bow of the ship to watch where they were going opposed to the port that they were leaving behind, bare feet making little noise on the boards.
She glanced over her shoulder at him when he mentioned any treasure that might be in the Shattered Lands, shrugging a little. "It's probably packed with treasures of all kinds, but nobody has ever managed to retrieve any of it. Maybe you'll be the one to escape with it all, and then you can squander that on even more unsavoury pursuits, while telling daring tales of your adventures as a lovable rogue. Perhaps you're a show-man as well."
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Post by FLICK on Mar 16, 2009 3:17:33 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry that this post is, like... a fortnight late. I have been literally drowning in schoolwork.
ic: Christophe clicked his teeth together absently. "Yum. I've never been big on souls myself though," he offered, "what with my fallen hero stereotype. I've fallen in with the wrong crowd and let corruption steer my most virtuous and loyal heart from the path of the Almighty, but if he ever gets of his or her most holy butt and decides to banish the fell demon Booze to Oblivion, then bam! I'll be pack on the road to righteousness in an instant... or two, depending on how hungover I am." He grinned with mock remorse.
"A more unfavourable side to you than this one?!" he exclaimed in horror, clutching a hand to his chest. "By the beautiful ladies and ale fountains of heaven, surely it can't be possible!" He skip-jumped along after her, a teasing grin fixed to his features. "Maybe I will, won't I? Maybe I will find what I'm looking for. But then, maybe I won't, and maybe you won't, and maybe nobody else will either and we can all die together martyred for our respective causes." He wrinkled his nose. "I've never really understood martyrs, actually. I mean, once you've died for something, you're not really able to reap the benefits of doing it, are you?" He shrugged. "To each their own, I suppose."
Christophe grabbed a rope and kicked off from the deck with an elegant bound, swinging into the rigging. "Well, come on then," he gestured to Roslyn. "You eat souls, I'm sure climbing is well within your province."
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