X-Marks The Spot! [U.V, Elk and Ryker/Closed]

[Tobin]

(OOC: It seems I am always busy because I make huge posts like this! Shiver me timbers! Ryker and @vee.)

Word Count: 1150

The dwarf cast his gaze off down the river as he unravelled the scroll and examined the markings with a curious eyebrow. During times long past, London had been considered a centre of trade to the rest of the world and naturally there had been a number of sinking near the lip of the themes. According to the word of landers anyways.

"Alright, I got this map sussed out. Issue is how to find the wreak."

The dwarf had hired a small sailboat for the day, with a couple of accompanying lander, it wasn’t a vast vessel by any means, normally used only for light fishing, but for a small fee of 500 gold coins they were willing to take him and anyone else out to sea. A small fee compared to the riches possibly earned. The dwarf took a moment to reflect on how he obtained the map.

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"Well yeee see son, mah famlieh has a secert."

The dwarf raised an eyebrow as he stared across from the old farmer. For the 3rd time in that many days the farmer had drank his moonshine created from last seasons mash and again he had another drunken tale to tell. Of course the dwarf had drunk with him, but he didn't feel the effects of alcohol like the Lander did.

"It's not the tale of when ya fought a Gerald one handed, or magic beans is it?"

There was a certain weariness that hung over the dwarfs demenor, naturally as part of his quest to the farm he often made moonshine out of of last seasons yeild. A profitable venture, the farmer had said. Only if he didn't drink it all, thought the dwarf.

"Nay laddie, ‘t’ats just common knowledge, this secret evan me son dun’t knuw about tis one yet, but ya know, for a squat ya an’t so bad.”

The dwarf had laughed, though whatever response he had was cut short as the middle aged farmer pulled an tube out from out from under the bed, a fancy wooden chamber that had elberate carvings of sailing boats. The dwarf stared silently as the top was uncorked and an map was dropped onto the table. The texture of it browned around the edges with age, but even so it’s finer details had remained unblemished with age. The gold ink used to write it didn’t deteriorate easily, clearly indicated on the map was a portion of shoreline near the coast, just 12 miles south from the mouth of the river themes. The dwarf raised an eyebrow, it seemed something too elaborate to belong to him.

“Gahah! Ya just didn’t use tea stains ta give it tha’ effect, did ya?”

“Ney, my word is worth its weight *hic* in sliver, mah great, great grandfather. Or was it great great great great?” There was an awkward pause, the dwarf resisted the urge to gently remind the drunk that words had no weight. “Ahhh watevar, in any case, mah ancestor was a mechent, back in da day when we traded with other nations, et were called tha Earl Grey, a beautiful cargo vessel. Needless to say durin’ great storm it sank and he had a map commissioned were et sank, before he used the last of the wealth to set up this farm. He nor any after him were able to get those riches back.”

“Rite, so why ya waitin’ till now?”

“No money, nor resource to mount salvage, an’ we didn’t hav’ adventur’r’s back in dem days.”

The dwarf paused, He had a point there.

“Fine, I may check et out, but ye need ta give me compensation.

“If ya find it, ye and any that ya hire can hava share, if ya don’t. 1000 gold. And don’t even think about buggering off foar a few days ‘n’ tellin’ me ya found nothing. Us quest givers know.”

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The dwarf shrugged as he took a look at the map again, it seemed all too good to be true. A shipwreck in the middle of nowhere carrying riches beyond comprehension, that would probably allow him to buy Buckingham palace itself if he so desired. Then again it was almost as if an event had happened behind the curtain that inspired events to occur for people to receive maps out of nowhere. Tobin shook that idea off, he knew better then to try and peep behind the 4th wall, it was a dark place.

“Rightio, who ta take with me then.”

The dwarf flicked up his interphase as he scrolled through names. Most of his guild regulars seemed to be busy this day and since working in the café he felt he needed a little change of faces, plus if something happened to him at least there would be someone out there to mark the location. He was willing to sacrifice some of the wealth just for that certainty. The dwarf paused, having settled on two names. The enchanter U.V and a Cleric called Ryker. The former was a French woman always welcome on any long voyager into the unknown, and had seemed pleasant when he had been running the KISS, though the latter part of that night seemed to evade his memories.

-Blasted string theory.-

The latter was an unknown factor, perhaps it was destiny that incited him to invite a fisherman aboard, entirely by accident and not using meta gaming knowledge of course. That would be just silly. To the former, he sent a mental message of “Bonjour! This dwarf is gonna sail out to sea for some lootiful booty, I wanna explore wreak this treasure map indicates, I hired a great ship for it!”

To the Cleric, he sent “Howdy there partner, mind givin’ me a hand with t’is this voyager here? Have a need for extra hands.” Tobin was hesitant to mention the ship wreak to him, since otherwise other unaccounted for people might turn up. When they arrived, the dwarf took great care to strand on the front pole of the boat, and shouted boldly to each, as an when they arrived.

“Shiverme timbers, welcome ta mah mighty vessel! Up foar some some fishin’?"

Just 8 meters long and two and a half wide, it seemed only large enough to barely pass as a ship, with a wheel house and the hatch to the lower deck being a clear sign of it’s original purpose as a humble fishing vessel. Once they got board on request he would unfurl the map and point to the golden cross.

“This be better than any fishin though, we be goin’ ‘fter the big game, shipwrecked here, so we hav’ tis large area to cover.” He gestured in a large ring around the ship, from close to the shore to away, "Ya want in?"

Assuming everyone was in agreement, they would set sail as quickly as possible. There was booty to looty out ther’!

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

“Well, this is awkward.” The world was dimming as Ryker hung upside down only a few feet off the forest floor; it was just enough to where he couldn’t reach. Now if he had been a few inches taller, that wouldn’t be a problem. However it was and dang it he hated his height even more. Though, he wouldn’t have been in the situation he was in if he had not tried to be a total genius and take a nap in a tree. Next time he would just nap in the grass. That would be way easier, and he wouldn’t end up stuck.

Yup, he was stuck. After climbing a small tree in an attempt to take a nap in a branch, safe from any randomly walking monsters or critters of the dark, Ryker’s left foot slipped and ended up getting snagged by the branch he was walking on. He got it free but lost his balance at the same time. As he fell, his foot ended up jamming itself back into the gap and he was stuck once more, this time in an even worse way than before. Still, getting stuck was better than bashing his face into the dirt right? Right. Now he just needed to get out of the hole, again. Ryker was bad at that. Getting into a hole was one thing but he always ended up getting stuck inside or just couldn’t get out period. What was even worse was that after initially finding the hole and getting free, he would generally forget where it was and end up getting stuck again later. He needed flags or something for this stuff. It would help with avoiding the headaches this stuff brought him.

“Neeeh… NNNEH!” At first, the Cleric simply attempted to tug on his leg but that only seemed to hurt. So he tried to wiggle his foot. It wiggled, but his ankle didn’t pop out and instead laughed at him. Ryker sighed and tightened up his stomach, using his muscles to lift him up so he could get a hand on the branch. He curled up a little and gripped the wood tight, holding himself up as he grabbed at his pant leg.

“NEEH!” Ryker grunted and pulled hard on his pants while also trying to move his leg. He felt the pressure lighten, so he pulled again.
“NEH!” Again, the pressure became lighter and with every pull, he felt more and more free. So once he was nearly out of his predicament, Ryker gripped onto as much of his pant leg as he could. He took in a breath… squeezed the fabric and pulled gently, removing all of the slack.

“One… Two… THRE—“ Just as he yanked, a notification bell rang in his ear. In response, a small mini-message appeared in the bottom right of his screen. Frightened by the sudden alert and the appearance of the note, Ryker jumped. His leg came free from the wedge it was stuck in, so that was a plus, but his left hand released the branch. The ground rewarded Ryker with some freedom a second later.

“aaaaaaah…” Ryker lay flat on his back, a throbbing migraine ripping his brain to shreds as pain filled his skull. Oh that hurt, that hurt a lot. Whoever had sent that message would die. Yes, they would die a painful death. Ryker didn’t wish pain on a lot of people but whoever that was needed to die. For now though, he would spare them. They had contacted him so he would at least see what they had to say. First, Ryker cast Healing Light on himself to get rid of any minor damage the fall would have caused. Second, he opened the mess--who the hell was Tobin?

“Howdy there partner, mind givin’ me a hand with t’is this voyager here? Have a need for extra hands.”

Voyager? What? The guy had absentmindedly almost killed Ryker and now he wanted the Cleric’s help? More importantly, he wanted help with a voyage? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Some stupid dwarf who owned some kind of ba---Wait. There was a dwarf who owned a bar. Maybe this was the guy? Oh whatever, Ryker wasn’t interested in any bars anyways. He didn’t like alcohol so he avoided such things. Still, they were good places to hear rumors and gossip so maybe he would stop by one at some point. Maybe. Yet for now he would focus on the actual intentions of the message; this player needed help with a voyage of sorts. Voyages were sea and space travels and seeing as there was no space tech in Elder Tale, Ryker felt it safe to assume this player needed help with something at sea. Ryker was never one to turn down that kind of adventure.

“Might as well.” Ryker sighed and lifted himself off the ground. Once he brushed himself off, the white haired player casually brushed himself clean and began to make his way to the meet up point. It was a bit of a trip from where Ryker was fooling around at but it seemed he wasn’t late as there were some people near a boat; a few Peoples of the Land and a player. More specifically, a dwarf. Crap. Ryker’s insult was coming true. Not good.

Upon getting close to the boat, the Dwarf perched himself on the boat’s front pole and shouted at him. He seemed quite sociable, or just friendly in general so Ryker returned the gesture with a wave. He smiled wide as he was reminded that he would be doing some sailing and chuckled to himself. This was going to be fun.

“Hello there, Dwarf. You asked me to join and I decided to do so. I am Ryker.” The foxtail gave a curt two finger salute to the dwarf as he made his way to the boat, however he stopped sort of the sea riding craft and simply admired it. It was by no means a yacht, but it would do the job of whatever the Dwarf had in mind for the voyage. If not, then why would they use it? Though, Ryker was able to get an idea of why he was summoned by just looking at the boat. It was a small fishing boat able to be manned by only one or two hands if necessary so Ryker could assume that they would be doing some kind of fishing. If that were true, than his subclass would be perfect for this quest.

As he eyed and inspected the boat to his own standards, another face appeared; a woman. Ryker bowed his head to her and introduced himself but he didn’t have much time to spark a conversation with her as the Dwarf was quite intent on getting the show on the road, or on the water. So instead, Ryker climbed into the boat and got himself comfortable near the starboard side of the ship’s bow (front right of the boat). Oh yes, this would be interesting…

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[U.V.]

[/font]oday was going to be a good day. Vee could feel it in her bones. Not only was she able to learn a significant amount about the art of blacksmithing that previous evening, but she had also managed to earn enough gold from quests to book a room at an inn. God, how long had it been since she last slept on a comfortable bed and not a tree or a cave? Bumming around outside of London could only provide a small form of comfort, since at least within the city there wasn't the constant threat of mobs. Napping up in a tree could have also simulated a similar sort of security, but then she always ran the risk of falling off the branch and getting stuck on another. More specifically, she could end up getting stuck upside down by her feet like a noose trap. Now that would be plain silly. [/font]

The enchantress gathered her small number of belongings and took one more look out the window before exiting the room. With one regretful click she locked the door with the key and returned it to the front desk. Looked like it was back to square one again, with her needing to save enough coin to rent another night worth of blissful sleep. Luckily for her, she had managed to find one particular inn that she eventually became a regular at. If there was one place she would prefer to say, she always picked the same inn and requested the same room - the behavior of a creature of habit. Even the staff of the business came to recognize her on a friendly basis. Vee gave the receptionist a bright smile, "The room was wonderful. I'll hopefully be back soon."

The Lander returned the enchantress' smile with a wide one of her own and nodded, "I hope so too. Stay safe out there." And with that, Vee left the establishment and stepped into the great outdoors of London.

If she could guess the time, it would probably be a good few hours into the mid-morning, if not early afternoon. Internally knowing this only made the grumbling of her stomach that much louder. Putting a hand to her stomach as if patting it would quell its protest, she decided to make her way towards the Lander marketplace. There she would probably get something to eat before really starting her day. The goods she perused through sure looked appetizing to the eye, but all Adventurers knew that Lander food tasted like soggy crackers. At least, the cheaper food did, since that food was normally prepared by Lander chefs who had yet to learn true cuisine from any Adventurers. Ah well, beggars couldn't be choosers. If the food was cheap and did its job at being filling, then who cares if it tasted like crackers. The purple haired female merely pretended that she was eating those communion wafers she once tasted when she was a child, and continued along the pathway towards the town square.

Munching on an apple she bought, she was casually meandering down the street towards the town's mission board when she heard a ringing in her head. At first she didn't know what it was, thus looked around like an idiot before realizing that the ringing was coming from her. When pulling up her user menu, the blinking icon for a new message caught her eye. All at once a male's voice filled her head. Vee was going to have to adjust to this telepathic communication thing. It was one thing to hear hear own voice in her head when thinking, but hearing someone else's would have to take some getting used out.

"Bonjour! This dwarf is gonna sail out to sea for some lootiful booty, I wanna explore wreak this treasure map indicates, I hired a great ship for it!”

She recognized the new voice as Tobin, the dwarven bartender she met a few days ago. It was nothing short of a miracle that she actually remembered his name. Normally she was horrible with names. She also managed to remember that this particular fellow was a pleasure to be around because of his enthusiasm. That, and he spoke some French. If he was inviting her to go treasure hunting with him, there was no way she could refuse. The possibilities for fun adventure was far too high! "Oui! Bien sur! Attends moi, j'arrive,*" she replied back and altered her course so she would start traveling towards the new destination Tobin sent. The woman was so enthusiastic about the idea of this new adventure that she completely skipped over the word "ship" in his message. And boy was she in for a fun surprise when she first laid eyes on said "great ship". She had been expecting this treasure hunting expedition to be on land, something preferably along the beach and digging up treasure near a fancy palm tree after following a string of clues. Nobody said anything about a deep sea excursion. Greaaaaaaat.

She never learned how to swim.

Nonetheless, Vee raised her hand to her brow in a salute and played along with the pirate facade as did Ryker. "Aye, aye, capitaine~ Ready to set sail!" To swim or not to swim, who didn't want to live out a day as a pirate? As long as she didn't have to dive into deep water, she could always be of use above deck like navigating. She was good at reading maps. Perhaps the small betrayal in her french accent paved the way for listeners to infer that she was nervous. Often times when unsure about something her accent slipped into something a tad bit stronger than her usual. But unless a person was familiar with her, others would likely miss that small giveaway. The enchantress walked along the dock and stepped aboard the vessel, taking extra care to not fall into the water or cause the small boat to rock too much. She promptly made herself comfortable in the area closest to the center of the ship where she felt safest. It would rock the least and if she fell, at least she would fall onto the floor instead of overboard. She didn't think there lifejackets to save her in this world if that even ever did happen. Ryker and Vee didn't have much time to introduce themselves (she at least managed to give him her name) before being ushered away and gathered around some map. How official. It had a large golden X and everything.

"I can't swim." There, she got that out in the open. She'd let her two party members chew on that for a moment before continuing, "so…I volunteer to stay on deck and make sure the ship is okay when we are diving."

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*Yes!  Of course!  Wait for me, I'll be there.

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Word count: 1130
Player tags: Tobin Ryker

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[Tobin]

Word Count: 1237

The dwarf observed his first guest with an eyebrow of amusement. White hair, quite a short person, posssibly even shorter than.... Wait, theres no way that could be right! In any case the short man gave a curious victory geasture, not to be outdone, Tobin crossed his left arm across his right and pumped his fist right fist upwards in a glorious avian geasture. It pretty much meant the same thing, only there were no fingers.

"Ther' ar' exactleh zero neeps on this vessel! Actually tha mite be a good vessel name? Welcome aboard, laddie! I am Tobin Strider, the Dwarf© Brewur of tis server!"

He roared with a booming laugh, completely obvious to the fact that he had disturbed him but rather just glad to have vigorous company! Next the gaze turned upon the French woman, unfortunately the dwarf suffered a case of British White that meant he was largely illiterate in other tongues. That didn't stop him from trying his best to be accommodating as with the power of forced schooling, and perhaps a little google translate he tried to be accommodating.

"Bonjour Violet! I needed a mastur mate! Welcome board lassie!"

When they were all gathered on the deck, there were two things that surprised the dwarf. U.V was quite a bit taller than he expected, the last time he had seen the joyful lass was on the other side of a bar counter. More importantly Ryker was shorter than dwarf. He stared blankly at the young man, blinked once, still shorter. The dwarf turned his gaze away, Today he hadn't expected to meet a man shorter then him.

-It will be something I'll get used to.-

With that he turned his gaze up to Vee, a flicker of a frown followed was quickly replaced by an amused chuckle, quickly dispelling any mental images of a romanticised swimming montage. He wasn't that silly yet.

"Tis no worries Vee, tha' be fine. Besides, ya in safe hands, I saved one lass from drownin' before, so ya could say I'm a daft hand at et."

Sure, technically he had thrown Caer at a black lagoon and then subsquently had to rescue her from tenticile related madness, but it was probably best to omit that side of the story. He handed the scroll in its holder to Vee to safeguard and to plot a course.

“Rightio! Now we knuw eachothar, lets plot a course ta the loot! Vee,”

The dwarf strode up to the portside to gaze down the river, before he flicked his gaze between the two with a lions smile. How ironic they were searching for a ship named after Picard’s favourite beverage.

“Make it so.”

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"YAAHHHHHHHHHHH, HEEEEEEEEE, THERES NOTTHINNG IN MEEEE! YOU ARE HERE IN MY HEUURRART AND MY HEART WILL GO ONNNN AND ONNNNNNN"

Yes, the dwarf was dancing on the front mast, his bare skin seemed to blur as he twirled up to the mast with broad strides to strand at its edge, serenading the sea with a bellow. As much as it was fun, the dance was also to practice balance, as though his body grew more capable with each level, he needed to practice to make the most of it. He laughed sharply as five coins were cast in the air and as they fell his right aim sliced at the air to snatch each of the miniature gold suns to rest between his digits. Two seemed beyond his reach, the dwarf toppled off the pole in a drop as he lashed out and snagged another as he hung above the rushing sea by just a foot, in both senses of the word.

"I will nevar let ya go Jack! Look! No ha- *Splash*"

With that the brick slipped off with a splash, the dwarf had completely disappeared, it was only a some seconds later when the dwarf pulled himself up the port, shaking off the water out of his facial hair like a dog. Thankfully unlike his choice in music, the dwarf had chosen fanciful attire in a good pair of shorts, a simple yellow fabric with red stripes held taut around his waist with a tight knot of rope. As expected he was a broad fellow as highlighted by the sun, though hardly fat, just muscular in ways that were difficult to understand, similar to humans, but the proportions were different.

“Gahahah! Ya won’t be losin’ me tha easy! Anyway, since we should be almost in tha seurch area thure, we should probableh go over what we be doin’ one last time.”

He strode over and opened the central hold and cracked open the hold and pulled out several water skins and lain them out on deck. A lot of water skins actually.

“First we hav’ ta find a glimpise of the wreak of the Earl Grey, this is still sort oaf shallow waters, so we probableh be looking out by eye and having a quick look see under tha’ water. The wreak might be scattered a bit, so won’t be too hard ta find. Tha other issue, is underwater time. I devised a simple solution.”

At that point he grabbed an air tight water skin and blew into it, the result? A small improvised balloon to strap to his waist, despite his lain back attitude he had put a little thought into how to brave the depths of the ocean.

“Ther; was good reason why few people bothered with wreaks further then the shore line, oxygen. ‘ere we take our own oxygen. Might make swimmin’ down thure tricky with extra ballest but we should have ‘bout 4 or 5 minutes breathin’ time each, as long as ya blow ya stale air out of ya nose while sucking the good stuff out. Obivously ya blow ya own bags up, I’m not sharin’ mah air with another man! Gahahahah, but yeah, we might need a couple of runs ta really get at the ship proper, but if we look like we be just fishin’, it keep the flies away.”

He paused to gather his thoughts, chancing a glance up at the 11 o’clock sun that peeked through the light cloud cover. It wasn’t often he spoke that continuously and truth be told he hated talking this long continuously. Made maintenance of the outrageous accent difficult.

“Oh ya, if we encounter anything tha wants a scafty, I’ll try ‘n’ handle it, though we hav’ ta recognise tha we are out of our domain down ther’, so if it comes down ta it, we might hav’ ta spilt up and try ‘n’ make a break foar the surface. Hopefulleh it won’t havta come ta that. Oh an if ya fall in lassie, please let us know, the landers probably would just add ta the numbers needed. Hopefully this ship won’t follow the Titanic or the Earl Grey. Any questions?”

The dwarf let his blue gaze flicker between both the Violet and Ryker, the broad dwarf would be more than happy to answer any question they had or entertain any suggestions. Just Vee’s lack of swimming ability made it difficult to recommend anything, though he would listen intently to Ryker as they would be sharing the risk every time they dived. After which he would fill up a good number of the water skins with dwarf breath and wedged them into his belt and took position portside, the hunt was on!

(OOC: Since Vee be a Land Lubber, ya can guide us to the wreak. I am more then happy to have my character give her imput on what he can see to assist on navigations. Sorry, it has been a bit long winded. XD Just felt a rough framework was good RP fluff. Just feel free to fill the time on the trek as you would. As said, I feel I can trust your judgments, so go nuts and lets BOLDLY GO.)

[Elkeid]

There was word of a treasure hunt event, which Elkeid held no particular interest in. What did interest her, however, were the new areas open for exploration, mostly the coastline and promise of beach land. It would be lovely to feel sand under her toes, and to go for a dip in fresh and cool salt water. It was also foolish of her to think that she would be able to get a single day of peace, knowing that her young charge would also be thrilled at the prospect of treasure and other obscure goodies. Perhaps she had gone soft, much like an aroused young man who has just discovered his grandparents going at it like a pair of teenagers, but she had given into the young werecat's pleas to join in the fray. He had yet to hit the level twenty mark, and there were many dangerous creatures above that level rumored to be infesting the coastline. What kind of mother would she be if she allowed her adopted offspring to wander alone in such a dangerous zone? So, decked out in her new and improved armor that just screamed "I Love the Nightlife," Elkeid guided the young boy out to explore.

They made their way down a path that did not run adjacent to the foul smelling river, which was relatively devoid of dangerous beasts, and any PK that might have passed them by refrained from attacking with Elkeid around. Her level was not mind blowingly high, but it was enough to deter the usual riffraff - that and her class as a Monk. Why bother trying to mug someone who was more likely to evade whatever you had to throw, and perfectly capable of knocking you back onto your ass? Though, if she was to be perfectly honest with herself, she only avoided walking beside the river because of the heels she wore. Walking over sand or dirt in high heels was just... no.

Their trek eventually led them to the Isle of Grain, where a long bridge was erected in case of high tides. Sorrel had something to say about the bridge, and would have bolted, had Elk not secured the furry little guy and carried him over. Apparently the little lad was not one for deep water, which posed the problem of Elk doing all of the dirty work. Again. She ultimately did not mind, but Jegus, kid. Jegus. She decided to leave him at an inn where he could recuperate, and set off to sunbathe under the guise of treasure hunting. After that long walk and dealing with Sorrel's fear of the water, all she wanted to do was relax.

That was until she saw a small group of people that she recognized. They were still a good ways off, but it would be impossible for her to mistake the short woman with violet hair, or the even shorter man of dwarf proportions. As for the third short stop (holy hell, it was a party of freaking midgets), she could not place the boy. Either he was a random or a mutual friend of one of her lovely acquaintances. Just how old was this kid, anyway? Judging by his height and what little she could make out of his figure, his balls may not have dropped yet.

Elkeid picked up her pace as she approached the port and the ship sailing away from it. Rather than waste precious air by calling out to the small group in vain, Elkeid began to sprint, moving her arms by her sides to help aide her momentum. A young Lander pulling a wagon loaded down with fish yelped and came to an abrupt stop as the tall woman advanced on him. He smartly dropped down out of the way as she leapt onto the wagon and launched herself into the air, without so much as a glance for his well-being. The Lander would later claim that she flew, which was a gross exaggeration. Monks couldn't fly, after all.

Her heels gave a low clack against the wood as her feet made contact with the ground once more, and she came close to kicking the damn things off. Instead, she reached a hand up and tugged her red scarf from her shoulders, taking an end in each hand. She wrapped one end around her left wrist as she ran, and ignoring the cries and yells from some Adventurers boarding a boat, hijacked it and continued her run towards the mast of the ship.

KA-RUNCH

Curses and soft sobs filled the air as she used Battering Ram to kick down the mast, the far end of which was now resting against the side of a ship drifting ahead. Like she cared. They could always build another one. The end of her scarf that was not wrapped around her left hand was allowed to dip into the water below, and was used to smack the eyes and faces of anyone who tried to stop her when she crossed over onto the other ship. Boy, were they pissed, but she did not have time to stop and explain to them that a few of her chums were only accessible by boat by now. She had far too many irons in the fire for that nonsense.

Yet another mast was broken, and this time it was near enough to Skit's boat that she would be able to manipulate her way over. And how, might one ask, if there was a good distance of water between her and them? Elementary, my dear Watson. Elkeid performed an acrobatic neeping pirouette off the deep end, and activated Zoom Punch to rocket a punch towards the ship. Before the fist attached to her elongated arm could connect, however, Elkeid quickly activated Magnet Grip, prying her fingers apart to expose her palm and stick it to the moist hull.

This was the hard part, but that's where her scarf came in handy. She swung it around like a lasso, and once finding a sturdy looking perch, looped it over. The woman could feel her adrenaline slowly ebbing away as she fought to pull herself up, and almost collapsed into a heap once she had boarded the ship. 'My feet…' Talk about intense! She kind of wanted to just nap right now, and might even be able to get away with it. The corner of the ship she found herself on was covered with a bunch of junk - piles of neatly coiled rope, and barrels that reeked of fish. It was definitely no Buckingham Palace. 'I should at least take a few moments to catch my breath.' It was hard to look intimidating when you were gasping for air, after all.

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Muse:
Artificial Nocturne

Notes:
Wrote this back in July. .__.

Tags:
Ryker, Tobin & U.V.

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