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Kali took a few heavy gulps from the bottle of liquor she had requisitioned for herself, content to get just drunk enough to make the bullshit seem less like bullshit. Colossus and Salza briefly got on the topic of Leif and she lamented that all she’d gotten to do was smash his head in. Salza seemed to find that funny. Kali just shrugged and took another swig.
She noticed the other two quiet down and turned her attention to where they were looking: Leigh and Mal seemed to be working on something to do with the door and the window and some ship in a bottle. Kali was sure it was thrilling, whatever it was, because they seemed very into it. Salza looked interested as well. Kali wasn’t sure if she liked Salza but she could admit she respected her nonchalant attitude and her accuracy with that knife earlier. It didn’t make her less pissed. She could respect someone without liking them at all.
Suddenly the whole room lurched and felt like it rose a bit, and Kali knew it wasn’t just the alcohol kicking in because everyone looked like they felt it too. She grimaced.
Colossus was the one to get a question in first, and it was confirmed a moment later that yes, this room somehow was the ship. Or part of the ship. It appeared the doorways were enchanted to act as portals of some sort, and now they had to separate the room from the magic in order to release the ship so they could actually fly it. Huh, would you look at that. Nifty. Bullshit, but nifty.
She took another swig as the guard started stammering out an explanation. Something something magic, something something Conjurer, something something whine whine go cry about it. Kali chose not to be offended that Leigh didn’t even ask her (or Colossus) for solutions to the problem. She didn’t have one of course but whatever.
Mal seemed to have a solution though, and he told them they wouldn’t be in Aissic anymore once he did it, so Salza took that as her opportunity to leave. Once again, Kali tried not to be offended when Salza said the favour would have to be called by Leigh if it wasn’t Mal, because she ‘liked her attitude’. That was fine, Kali wasn’t a leader or anything so she wouldn’t be calling in a favour anyway. She didn’t care. Whatever.
She took another swig as the guard whined again. ”We’ll throw you off the ship once we’re done. Maybe even alive, if you shut up,” she warned him before grabbing another bottle and holding it out to him. ”Have a drink, not like Leif’ll need it anymore.” She didn’t know what the pirates actually had planned for the guy, but she wasn’t intending to kill him and even if she was a drink would probably make him feel better. She felt like maybe he only accepted it from her because he was worried she would kick his ass if he didn’t, and he would be right.
She turned back to Mal over by the ship and saw now that his hair, usually white, was turning black. Huh. Interesting. She took another swig and realized the bottle was empty, which she frowned at before putting it on a nearby table and flopping back into one of the chairs. She liked the chorus of pain her body sang at the sudden movement.
She was glad she had sat down a moment later when the airship made a sudden lurch and took off. The bottle she’d placed on the table toppled over and smashed on the ground. ”Whoops.” Should have just smashed it herself and got the pleasure of breaking something.
”Y’doin’ okay there Wight?” She hoped whatever he did had hurt as much as what he’d done to her earlier, but found herself doubting it. He did look a little worse for wear though and that was satisfying.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Nov 17, 2017 11:55:02 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] One of the best things about this new situation was how the ruinous assassin Salza was going to get the fuck out of Leigh's hair. She could talk about how she 'liked Leigh's attitude' all she wanted, but she had messed with Leigh's operation, and the brooding pirate was going to need a lot more than blasé acceptance of future favours, and off-the-cuff compliments to get over it.
Of course, Salza wasn't the only one who wanted to leave. Leif's mercenary was still with them, and he wanted out, too. Kali was quick to handle the man's whining, and Leigh just had to reinforce what the satyr had said: "You co-operate, you'll live. 'Ve got no beef with a man who trades in blood and money. But I do have a beef with a man who'll come after us with back-up if we let him go."
"I'm not that man, I-i assure you," The guard stepped forward to Leigh, who was quick to put out her hand and stop his approach. He wasn't dangerous, but she didn't want him to think she was the good cop.
"We'll see," She told him, and then let her focus move to Wight. She had seen him break magical locks with his powers once or twice before, but (even though she didn't understand magic) she knew this was a much more fearsome task. The fact that he was doing it without a quip her way proved to her that he was actually sorry, and that he was ready to balance the scales. She could get over his mistake, she supposed.
It was easier to forget the mistake, in fact, as Mal succeeded, and the boat lurched forward. They could hear ropes snapping from the docks to set them free of it, and soon they were rising farther than the ten feet they had before. The shift in altitude was more jarring than she expected, and she had to grab at the door jamb to steady herself. The next thing she knew, the doorway that had lead into the tunnels was now a robust hall into the ship. It was as tacky as she would have expected from Leif, with cedar and oak panels concealing the inner workings where lightning ran through and kept the ship afloat on the breeze. Her hand on the threshold tingled as she could feel the static running through the whole of the hull.
She was left with but one concern: No one is steering this thing.
"You," She grabbed the guard's collar with her hook, yanking him forward, "You're with me. C, you too. Kal, stay with Wight--" Kali was already checking on Wight, a surprising concern that added another layer to the satyr with a bad temper. Maybe this operation had given her a bit more trust in her fellow pirates. Broken her in. Then again, her concern might have actually been curiosity over the pain itself. Well, nothing was wrong with baby steps. "When he's feeling up it, you can meet us topside."
With that dealt with, Leigh pushed the guard in front of her, and told him, "Deck. Lead. Anything funny and you lose a hand. I promise you it's not as fun as it looks."
The mercenary was either too afraid, or too uncreative to do anything to Leigh and her orcish cohort, and so he lead them directly to the decks, which were icy cold in comparison to the magically warm body of the boat. The cold air stung her cheeks and bit into the throbbing wound of her arm, reminding her of just how bad it was. She'd need to get that looked at soon, but for now she needed to make sure they didn't go crashing into a mountain.
The ship itself was fifty feet off the ground by this point, with it's main sails shifted downward to catch the updraft the lightning and static was helping to generate. Leif's docks and mountain lodge were a kilometer or two behind them from all of the lurching they had done, and there were more mountains to their port side, not a comfortable distance from them. Thankfully dead ahead, and to stern, was a distance of ocean and the occasionally low-lying glacier. Leigh wasn't quite sure where they were, honestly, but the sun helped her to figure they had ended up farther North than they had been in Tarifa, and also towards the West of mainland Aissic. It would be quite a distant jaunt to Artavia, which meant they'd need to make stops along the way. First stop? The Grail. They'd need more hands to properly crew this ship any further than Vieri.
The three of them made their way to the quarter deck, where Leigh motioned for Colossus to open the navigator's trunk for map, compass, and like. Meanwhile, she took to the wheel herself, running a hand lightly over it without actually shifting the notches. It felt the same as any other ship. It felt like it was made for her.
"You ever fly one of these things?" Colossus asked as he pulled the equipment free.
Leigh shrugged in response, "Nah, but it feels like a seafarer." She had taken the helm on those more than enough times as the navigator's mate on the Grail, and on her first crew's ship before it.
The mercenary hissed a prayer to Karon at this, and grasped the closest rope he could with white knuckles. Evidently he didn't have as much faith in Leigh as she had in herself. Hmph. Couldn't be that hard.
She took the zero degree handle with her hand, and slung her hook around the felloe to aid in control, and then moved the wheel a full notch. The ship lurched, and she had to use her hook on the felloe to steady herself. Colossus had grunted, and she heard the thump as his knee whomped onto the navigator's table, while the mercenary whined at his predicament almost silently. It was likely Mal and Kali had been less prepared, and she felt a little bad for it. This airship was a lot more sensitive than any ocean liner she had crewed before.
Where the sea provided an incredible resistance to a ship, and a notch would slowly change your path by several degrees, on this thing... Well, air didn't have quite the power as water, so a single notch at the casual speed she had shifted it caused the thing to careen somewhat to the stern side. It didn't take long for the thing to even out, however, which was also different from a water vessel. Where water would grip the sides of a ship and make it weigh down and capsize, the air did no such thing. The weight at the base of the ship was at perfect balance, and the ship returned to it's position and to the direction Leigh was trying to make it go in little time.
"How in the world are you going to get to Artavia? You can't even steer out of the--" The mercenary's complaint was cut short as Leigh pulled another notch suddenly, causing him to lose his grip in surprise and slam against a bolted-down crate hard enough to make an audible crack.
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Nov 20, 2017 1:15:40 GMT -7
Everybody Hates Wight
M aldrem felt miserable. Although he made sure to spend proficient enough time practicing it, Necromancy was still a very infrequently used skill in his library. Most times it only saw application when he needed to pick a lock that had magic aiding it, or when someone was attacking him with magic that tried to get in his head, or maybe sometimes when he wanted to give scurvy or something to someone who was annoying him. It was always fairly minor stuff that didn't see a tremendous level of prolonged usage. He had considered his little torture talent to be perhaps his most remarkable skill with the magic, an ace in the hole that he only ever resorted to if absolutely necessary due to how quickly it could drain what magic reserves he did have.
So having established all of that, he was actually fairly surprised he wasn't straight-up dead after what he'd just managed to do. There had been some seriously high-level magic binding the air ship to Leif's home, the kind of conjuration you probably needed a Master or at least an expert to accomplish (which made it no small wonder it had apparently been expensive upkeep). And Mal had just managed to break it while already quite drained. He'd been wise enough to do at least a little light reading on his magics, off and on throughout his life, and one thing he was astutely aware of was that Necromancy could easily backfire on its caster if it was too much for them to handle. The fact that he was feeling somehow both sore and numb all at once, like his body was halfway to being a corpse, was a good indication that that had likely been what happened.
He took a few more labored breaths as Kali of all people asked him how he was holding up. It was so funny that he couldn't even answer, instead gasping out a single breathy laugh and remaining on all fours, trying to get himself under control. Never one to be too sentimental, Leigh didn't waste much time excusing herself after that (without even a thank you!), taking their unwilling guest and Colossus with her to check out the ship (really Leigh? You're gonna leave me with Kali?) as Mal was left to collect himself.
They'd been gone for maybe a few minutes before Maldrem finally found it in him to raise himself onto just his knees, letting his hands rest slack on his lap as he turned his face towards the ceiling, finding it easier to breath that way.
"Note to self: necromancy while drained is near suicidal," he said aloud, entirely for Kali's benefit. They'd been left alone well long enough for her to have attacked or killed him without anyone being around to stop her if she'd wanted to, so he decided to chance the fact that maybe she wasn't totally psychotic. Kali basically gave him the impression that, while cooperative, she'd prey on any weakness she ever spotted on account of just loving to hurt, and Mal had certainly done enough to piss her off this evening. He'd be very glad if his assessment of her was incorrect.
"Kali dear, could yo-" he was about to ask her if maybe she was feeling merciful enough to help him to his feet, but then the ship lurched quite abruptly.
Mal went tumbling.
Having very little strength in him as it was, a light push probably could have been enough to knock him into a sprawl. This lurch, though, practically tilted the room on its side for a moment. He was powerless to stop himself from rolling across the floor, clipping his head on a table leg (bolted down, thank gods), and then smacking into the nearest wall. The ship righted itself after a moment, and Mal lay groaning. He hadn't seen what happened to Kali, but he didn't imagine her hooves had held up any better than his knees had in regards to holding friction. Also, was he bleeding? Cracking an eye open, he determined that yes, he was. There were a couple shards of glass lodged in his forearm, wherever the hell those had come from. Great.
"Things just keep getting bette-" he started to bite out, but then the ship lurched again. Thankfully, it had been in the same direction, and Mal was already up against the wall, so this time all he got out of it was another thud on his back.
He groaned loudly and didn't bother opening his mouth. Or trying to get up. He was pretty sure that if he did, he'd just get hurt again.
Leigh wanted to get up to the deck and she called Colossus and the guard to join her. Kali was asked to stick with Wight until he was feeling up to heading up as well. And then just like that they headed out and it was just Kali and Mal. Mal was still doubled over on the ground, looking barely alive and a little like he still wasn't sure if that was the case. Kali leaned back in the chair and let him have a moment. She was in no rush, anyway. They got what they were here for and now they would be returning to the Grail to heal up (they were all pretty banged up) and get the rest of a crew together to operate this thing for the rescue mission that was planned. Kali had no idea who it was they were rescuing, but if partaking in the mission kept her off the ship and doing what she loved best then of course she was going to help rescue whoever it was.
After some time gathering himself on the floor, Mal admitted that necromancy while drained was damn near suicidal and Kali laughed out loud, both at the fact that he had gotten what he deserved and also because he had decided to say that out loud, which meant he had wanted her to hear it, which meant that maybe he figured he deserved it too. Or maybe it was just because he was Mal and he often couldn't stop talking for the life of him. "That sucks buddy," she replied, and he started to say something else before suddenly the ship wildly lurched to the side. Kali was very sure it wasn't just the alcohol hitting her, though the liquor certainly didn't help the feeling as she was flung from the chair and sent tumbling across the floor. She couldn't get a hold on anything and she slammed against the side wall heavily, though her horns took most of the impact on behalf of her head which was nice.
She was sore all over already from the fighting and now the tumble had reopened some of her wounds and she could see red patches along the floor where she'd rolled. She was pretty sure they weren't crashing or falling from the sky though, so at least they had that going for them. She was also pretty sure she'd cracked a rib or two on the arm of the chair. "What the.." she began at the same time Mal spoke, and also at the same time as another violent lurch to the side. This time one of the bottles of liquor that had gotten caught on something during the first lurch was jostled free and flew right at her, and she managed to move her head just in time for it to smash against the wall where it would have been. "Waste o' good liquor," she muttered as the ship righted itself again.
Kali didn't know what was going on, but her first thought was that maybe once they got up to the deck there was some sort of fight? Maybe Leif had guards stationed on the ship or something. "Son of a bitch," she said, pushing herself to her feet and using the wall until the room stopped spinning. She could tell Mal wasn't dead because he was groaning pitifully so she moved carefully over to him, sticking next to the wall in case the ship lurched again. Thankfully it didn't, and she nudged him with her hoof when she got near. "Oy, let's check it out. Could be trouble."
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Nov 27, 2017 18:23:23 GMT -7
Life is so much pain
W hen he felt Kali's hoof nudging him, his immediate response was to groan again. He really didn't feel like moving, and especially didn't feel like trying to make his way up to where Leigh was if the ship was going to be veering wildly. The last thing he needed was to be limping along some narrow bridge only to go tumbling over the rail and plummet into a lightning generator or something. But alas, Kali was right, and there could very well be some kind of trouble. Maldrem hardly felt he'd be any use in a fight right now if there was, but it wouldn't sit well with him to just hang back.
He lifted one arm up towards her silently, relieved when she at least took it and helped him to his feet. That relief turned to surprise when she even slung his arm over her shoulder, supporting his weight. Huh. Maybe Kali had a decent bone in her body after all. Or else thought that Mal had endured enough punishment already, but that seemed less likely.
The two hobbled out of the room while Kali continued to mumble about the wasted alcohol behind them (the alcohol that had been responsible for giving them a lot of new cuts), and Mal simply chuckled at it. It would figure that that's what she would be upset about, rather than the fact that the ship had treated them like rag dolls. After a few moments of walking, though, Mal began to notice that the strands of hair hanging in his eyes were not the color he was used to seeing. Blinking, he tossed a glance down at the polished metal hand rails that lined the walkway he and Kali currently tread. It was distorted, but he could make out enough of his reflection to tell that his hair had gone fully back to its black color, his skin was darker, and his eyes had become a solid red through and through.
He frowned to himself. It made sense; tapping himself out of necromancy completely, to the point of nearly killing himself, would have logically drained even the minuscule reserves that kept his cosmetic touches active, but he was still a right grumpy gus about it. He liked his white hair! Combined with the light skin and less demony-looking eyes, they gave him a striking, ghost-like visual! Sure, he was perfectly handsome regardless, but his whole aesthetic was positively ruined now. As if he didn't already look enough of a sight in his injured state. He could have huffed if he wasn't sure Kali would have questioned him on it. He was kind of surprised she hadn't already commented on his appearance, but then he also supposed maybe she was both injured and buzzed enough not to notice somehow.
Either that or she just absolutely did not care one way or another.
They'd been walking fairly quietly for a couple of minutes already, and suddenly something occurred to Mal.
"Kali dear..." he started, stopping them a moment as he looked around. "Do we actually know where we're going?"
Listen. Mal had never been aboard an air ship. It wasn't structured the same way as a normal ship. How was he supposed to know where the control room was?
Kali liked this quieter version of Mal right now. It was nice. Sure, she liked his wisecracks and whatever most of the time but right now she was still nursing a grudge and she wasn't going to let go of it until at least when they got back to the Grail. When he raised his arm for her to help him up she slung it over her shoulder and just lifted the sorry sack off the ground. He looked like a stiff breeze would knock him over right now and as hilarious as that was if they were going to the top deck she didn't want to risk him actually falling overboard to his death. Dying still wasn't on the plan for today.
Holding him while walking also in a way steadied her a bit, as the ship gently bobbed through the air and she felt the liquor playing with her balance. Speaking of liquor, she muttered about what a waste all of that was. Shouldn't there have been some sort of securing magic or cabinet or something to keep them all safe? Now what were they going to drink on the trip back to the Grail? A damned waste it was.
Mal stopped her after a couple minutes of walking and asked if she actually knew where she was going. Well he asked if 'we' knew where 'we' were going but she was pretty sure she was taking point on this one. "Ship can't be that big, I figured we'd find stairs or a ladder to the deck eventually."
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Nov 27, 2017 20:04:42 GMT -7
Probably should have done some reading...
"You figured, huh?" he replied with one eyebrow raised. She was certainly right that they'd probably find it eventually, but still. Leigh probably hadn't thought about the fact that Mal and Kali wouldn't know where they were going without their prisoner to guide them.
"Well step lively, I guess," he sighed, the two of them moving once more as they continued to make their way down the walkway. Eventually they reached a split, where the path continued forward, or they could turn right onto a short stair case. "There's our stairs I guess? If it's anything like a normal ship, steering wheel is probably somewhere above, with a vantage..."
Or they could wander up out into the open air and find themselves on some maintenance deck where you weren't supposed to go while the ship was in motion, get blown asunder by the high winds, and sent careening to their deaths far below. He shrugged. It would probably be a reprieve.
Kali raised her eyebrow back at Mal when he incredulously repeated that she ‘figured’ she would find it. She briefly considered dropping him or stepping on his toes or something but didn’t, though when he told her to ‘step lively’ she was really really considering the toe one. She knew how sensitive people were about their silly weak toes. She enjoyed breaking them, feeling the little bones crunch under her hoof... oh yeah, right, no hurting Wight. Not right now anyway. With her free hand she dug a nail into one of her existing wounds and felt a flash of pleasure. She was reminded of Leigh’s hook actually... It was enough that she was ok to not do anything to Wight for now. She could make alternative plans for the evening.
They continued through the hall until they found a fork which showed a set of stairs to one side. Mal pointed it out and Kali nodded. She had never been on an airship but she was assuming it was just a regular ship but with like flying magic or something. They turned down the hall with stairs and carefully made their way up them - Wight because he was half dead and Kali because she was half tanked, and eventually did find themselves on some sort of deck. Once up there it didn’t take long to find Leigh, Colossus and the guard who was still being a snivelling loser or something. It appeared whatever had caused the violent lurches earlier was either gone or done because no more had happened while they’d been walking - something which Kali was grateful for.
”Hey what the hell happened? All the booze broke and y’almost killed Wight.” She motioned towards the man as though it was only him that had been thrown around and not herself also sporting new cuts and bruises from the experience.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Nov 29, 2017 12:21:54 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] By the time Kali and Wight had ascended from the berth deck, Leigh had navigated the ship out of the inlet surrounded by mountains, and now they were soaring a hundred feet over the frozen oceans. She had help, of course. Like a sea-faring vessel of the same size, one couldn't captain an airship alone. Thankfully, she had Colossus and their prisoner, who was motivated by both a fear of Leigh and her compatriots, and his mortal drive for survival.
The sails were far more complex than she was used to, with there being two joint sets instead of one. The first was needed to gain wind from behind and the other to catch an underdraft, and she was glad to have Colossus was manning them. He had the ropes wrapped around his bulging forearms and gripped tightly in his massive hands, and he would pull, loosen, or angle them on Leigh's command. Meanwhile, the prisoner had expressed his knowledge of how the lightning helped to stir up the wind they needed to push forward and not merely rise, and so (with an extremely specific threat that was reminiscent of Leigh and Kali's fun with their crewmate the night they'd met) he was operating the release of the lightning stores to help them fight past the wind trying to hold them within the barrier of the mountains.
Once they had passed, the prisoner told her, they could try to catch the wind and coast, to preserve lightning. Leigh nodded then. Wind, she knew. She could feel it, see it on the flag hoisted above them. She understood wind, and right now, it was pushing south east - exactly where she needed to go. If the wind changed, they could use the lightning to force their heading, but for now, the four winds were in their favour.
It was as they settled into a coast and Leigh was rifling through her things for the Defiled Grail's signal colours that the two emerged, and Leigh felt a small sting of guilt at how much worse the two looked. It had been fun to slam the mercenary against the high rails of the ship, less fun to know she had fucked with her own crew to do it. She didn't apologize, but her frown deepened, and she averted her gaze somewhat. For Leigh, that was about the same thing.
"Wind's a little different than seawater," Colossus answered Kali as he tied off the lines he'd been maneuvering. He had noticed Leigh's shame and seemed to have decided she deserved to have someone cover for her, "Got us all smoothed out, now." The prisoner seemed to want to say something, perhaps thinking he could bring about discontent with the defacto leader, but upon hearing Colossus' defense, he decided it wasn't the time, and focused back on the lightning caps.
Leigh didn't nod to accept Colossus' explanations, but did as Colossus took the wheel from her, holding the rudders steady against the wind so that she could have a chance to bandage herself up. "Our course is true," Leigh told the others as she settled herself by a med pack near the nav table. It was a little more than what she expected, having been used to the way pirates stacked their kits. There was a lot less rum (in fact, none) and a lot more proper shit she didn't know how to use. There were bandages, though, and there was some kind of booze; it was something freezing cold to the touch but still liquid, an Aiss concoction of some kind or another. She uncorked the bottle and sniffed, it was drinkable, though barely. Could be used to ease infection on the skin, and to numb the pain if she could choke it back.
"Winds're in our favour now that we're past the mountains," She explained as she used her hook to pull up the bloodied left sleeve of her jacket with a hiss of pain, "Matter've time 'fore we reach the Grail, then we can get us all to proper healers. Till then--" She tossed the bottle to Kali, who caught it despite her exhaustion, "We'll survive."
And they would. Their ride was as free and clear as it could have been, Leif's maps obviously showing routes that weren't well-traveled by any enforcement agency. They had risen the Grail's signal colours over Leif's, and in a few short hours they would catch sight of their ship's own, awaiting their return. And then? Then the real work would begin.
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