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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 5:13:04 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 704: Stranger Shores Team Leader: Whitaker Participants: Hyperion, Jerusalem, Renata, Juniper, Crescent, Samael, Miles, Calypso, Sunil Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: Flight: It is time to turn this alliance from talk to action. The Flight has enlisted their new allies, the Rogues, to show them to a suitable location for a new base of operations in the Isles of the Dead. You are hoping that this new trading post will allow you to not only strengthen your alliance, but also your strategic position and trade routes. The Rogues have the knowledge needed to take you to a discreet and safe spot… If they feel like it. Rogues: Your new allies from the Flight have come to you with an intriguing proposal: they wish to set up a small trading post of their own in the Isles to strengthen trade and relations between your two factions. This offers an excellent opportunity to get to know your allies a bit better - and to figure out if they’re worth your effort. Location: Isles of the Dead, onboard the Bloody Siren Time of Day: July 14th, midday Weather: Hot and humid You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 3, 2019 19:38:13 GMT -6
 Whitaker, up until this point, believed he had lived a full life. He had traversed the better part of Hireath's landmass over the course of several years. He had met all sorts of individuals- the saints and the sinners, damsels and dunces. He had lived under vast stars and leaky roofs. He had known love and loss, joy and grief. He had become jaded to the spontaneity of new experiences
None of these events compared to the boat.
Every roil and creak and groan of the massive ship sent his head spinning and his innards boiling. Sealegs didn't come easy to him- the group had set sail out early that morning before the sun, and hours later he still felt tossed about like a newborn. Sleep would evade him tonight- perhaps the whole journey.
Leaning against the cargo doors on the stern, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe through another dip at the stern. He had to pull himself together before the Rogues noticed his complete unease and illness.
He was born with wings, goddammit. This ocean was no home of his. And its rejection was obvious- the bucking and lolling of the waves teased him, making him dizzier and more nauseous at every step.
Refusing to retreat to his quarters like a scared little filly, Whitaker swallowed hard and squinted open his eyes. A familiar figure stood not far away- Hyperion's blue wings were a focal point he could focus on. He took shaky steps toward his Commander. His leather saddlebags creaked with each step, and sweat rubbed underneath them. And another thing- it was too goddamn hot here. He longed for the cool breezes of the Aerie.
Sidling up to Hyperion with as much confidence as he could muster (which admittedly wasn't much,) he playfully nudged the stallion on the shoulder. "Seems like you found your sea legs better than I did, my friend." |
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Post by galekxy on Jan 3, 2019 20:14:25 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander
WC: 376 | Post 1 The last time he had been on a ship had been... well, too long ago. It had been many years, but he had not forgotten the feeling. It was nothing like flying, but at the same time he found it similar. The waves were like the winds in the sky, unpredictable and sometimes unforgiving. If he closed his eyes and spread his wings, he could almost imagine he were flying. Of course, he didn't do that. That would be embarrassing. And the spray of the sea and salty air broke the illusion almost immediately anyways. Honestly, he would rather be in the air. The pegasus glanced up to where he could see Atlas flying circles. The large bird looked almost clumsy up there, as if he might plummet down at any second. But the bird was a good flyer, and Hyperion wanted to be up there with him.
But he had a mission down here, with the rest of the horses on the boat. His eyes wandered to his companions. Some he knew- and others were strangers. Rogues- pirates. Not the sort Hyperion usually met with, but it was necessary, and Antiope had entrusted him and his fellow Flight members with his deal.
He watched Whitaker walk (stumble?) up to him, a small smile forming. The other pegasus did not seem accustomed to the sea. "I took ships between Aquore to Sedo back in the days. It was necessary to get used to it for those travels. You have to embrace the movement, not fight it." He responded to Whit's nudge with a stronger shove, trying to mimic what a strong wave would be like. "Don't let our hosts see you so unsteady, friend. They might not appreciate a mess to clean up." And they had to put up a front. Show the Rogues that they were capable trading partners. Hyperion did not want to see how they responded to weakness. This deal had to go over well. Something like this would be crucial for the Flight's further success. He trusted his Flight members to do well and set good impressions. He had of course planned for many scenarios, spending many sleepless nights over plans. He hoped they were all prepared for what would come next.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 3, 2019 23:01:19 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
Things were a little hectic with passengers on board the Bloody Siren, especially since a majority had wings and added pets. Staring at the large, chicken...thing that was currently flying above and around the ship, Miles prayed that it would decide to drop any loads into the ocean and not onto the deck of the ship. With a quick whip of his teke, soapy water splashed onto the main deck, followed by the mop the hippocampus dragged through it. There was a lot to do now that they were on the ocean, and those extra hands weren’t exactly helping.
Miles pushed the mop under a cannon, trying to get as much of the deck cleaned as he could, he watched as Flight members talked amongst themselves. One seemed unaccustomed to the ocean rhythm, clearly their first time on a boat, and it brought back memories of Miles’ first trip out. He had fared a bit better than the pegasus, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t throw up his lunch a few times. Pulling the mop back, Miles looked to the water bucket and used his blessing to splash more water across the wooden deck.
It would’ve been nice to have them tasked with some of the chores instead of have them stand around, but that wasn’t up to him. Samael had his reasons, plus they were guests, not extra crew.
Miles had somehow cleaned his way to the two pegasi that were talking to one another, casting another glance at the seasick one. “If you feel the need to purge, please do so over the ship’s railings. The Captain doesn’t like a messy deck if it can’t be helped,” he said as he passed by the two, mop moving around their hooves quickly. “Also, please inform your comrade with the scythe to stop waving it so close to the sail ties. If she cuts one loose, I hope she knows her knots.”
He glanced back up at the rocatrice, shaking his head as he continued cleaning down the starboard side of the ship.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 4, 2019 8:10:36 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Flock Striker
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Ocean. It rolled and boiled under her hooves, so unaccustomed to the sea that it sent her stumbling about with every blow. The winged woman perched on the very end of the mast, peering over it into the sea below. Milo was watching her, the cheetah having been unable to get his unruly horse to come back onto the relative safety of the ship. Crescent flexed her wings, launching off the mast and scaring the poor horse in the crows nest as she briefly perched there, before slithering back down to the deck. There, she bounced back and forth, zipping around using her blessing.
Crescent wasnt used to staying still for long. That was painfully obvious to any observer of the red feathered woman. She wanted to go home. Crescent had children now, two to be exact. She was building a family, even if it was rather small. The Seroran born turned her observation to the sky after a while, merely sitting there for some time. In the crowd, she recognized a few horses as ones she knew. Hyperion, the dragon winged pegasus commander. Juniper (who she waved enthusiastically to), the blue haired woman who shared her almost radical views.
Crescent felt the wind sweep her mane back, before she twisted her face at one of the rogues. She snorted.
“The one with the scythe is me, hi, Im Crescent, wind beneath your wings, and i do know knots.”
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Post by kokovi on Jan 4, 2019 8:51:14 GMT -6
JUNIPER, Flight Striker
________________________________________________________  Juniper felt very much out of place on the top deck of the Bloody Siren.
Her wings itched to stretch out and fly alongside the huge wooden boat instead of trying to balance on the shifting ground beneath her hooves, but she felt like the pirates were trying to do them a favor by showing them around on their boat instead of leaving them to explore the isles on their own, so maybe rising into the sky and flying off wasn't the nicest thing to do.
Unlike Whitaker, who she avoided out of fear of him heaving up his lunch right in front of her hooves, the boat rocking with the waves underneath made her feel more restless than sick. She felt a bit foolish for expecting her first months with the Flight to be more than dull tasks like setting up trading posts and training in the Aerie - she felt her nerves stretching thinner with each day that passed by uneventfully, longing for more practical (and physical) moves against the Talori than trying to maintain alliances with literal pirates.
Carefully leaning against the rails to watch the water ripple and crash against the side of the boat, she let her blessing reach out to create dips, waves and shapes that danced alongside the boat's hull; up in the mountains, the only times she could really practice her blessing were when it rained or she travelled to one of the rivers in lower altitudes.
As a kid, she used to visit the beach nearly every day, practicing her control of shapeless blobs of water and the mist around her hooves, so being this close to the sea again made her body thrum with excitement.
Raising her head again, she turned to look at the other members of the Flight chosen to scout a good position for a trading post and base amongst the Isles of the Dead. Crescent was zipping back and forth, jumping from mast to deck and back up to another mast, while Hyperion and Whitaker were approached by a rogue busy with mopping the deck; she felt a bit tense surrounded by all these pirates, and maybe a bit helpless as she watched them clean, knot some ropes together or raise the sails - June had no idea how to work a boat as huge as this one, but tried to not show how impressed she was with the rogue's effortless movements among the Bloody Siren's deck.
"I'm pretty sure you don't know knots, Cres. The last time you tried tying something together, the whole thing practically fell apart," she couldn't help but quip at Crescent, a small smile on her lips.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 5, 2019 18:00:55 GMT -6
Renata | Flock - Apothecary
Renata was melting. Or maybe not melting as much as she was drying up. She was feeling like she was slowly turning in a piece of kelp that had been lying on the beach for too long, drying up despite the humid air. It was not a pleasant feeling. She couldn’t remember if she ever had this much trouble with heat. She had the feeling that even since she, well changed, that she felt de-hydrated quicker but it may have just been her imagining things. It wasn’t like there were any hippocampi around in the flock. At least not since Perseus run off, Cualli in tow. She was still not over that.
Right now her dorsal fin was drooping slightly already and she resolutily changed her train of thought, instead focussing on their task at hand. See what spot these rogues had procured for them. First they had to get there though. She eyed the water longingly, wishing she could take a quick dive. She sighed deeply, turning towards her fellow flight members, spread accros the ship. She wandered over to the new red one, the hyperactive kid. She was mildly suprised she hadn’t seen her much at all. Which so much limbs flying everywhere, it was a small miracle she didn’t get injured more. June had joined her and they were apperently discussing Cres’ behavior alongside knot tying skills.
“I’m sure you can tie knots fine, I’m more worried about me sewing body parts back on,” she half joked as she joined the conversation. Between hyperion and whitaker being on board she felt relaxed enough to make an attempt at humor, rogues be damned. She wondered if she’d ever get used to the fact they were working with them though. United goals she guessed. She wasn’t keen on the mainland and so wasn’t she. Kindred spirits to some level. Still rogues were criminals and her family was not. She’d keep a suspicious eye on them for the remainder of their journey.
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Post by galekxy on Jan 5, 2019 19:47:42 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander
WC: 285 | Post 2 Hyperion watched a pirate mop the deck. It seemed like such a menial task. Did the deck really get all that dirty anyways? He wouldn't question it, as that would be rude, but it looked like a pointless task. His eyes flicked to the deck beneath his feet. The wood certainly looked clean. But he chuckled at the pirates quip. "Don't worry, I'm sure she won't do any damage. None of us will." He wanted to be friendly with the Rogues, feeling it was the best way to get any kind of help. They were just lucky that the hardest part had already been done- and that was negotiating the deal in the first place. Hyperion was grateful to the Flight members who had achieved that victory for them.
It was good to see his members joking with each other. He felt it relieved some of the stress, and the pegasus let some tension go from his body. "And I would hope there would be no need for any medical care on this journey either." He smiled lightly at Renata. It was good to have her here. She had been one of the horses to help settle this deal in the first place, so he put trust in her to help deal with the Rogues if any troubles arose.
The pegasus gave another nod to Miles before saying, "Thank you again for you and your comrades hospitality in having us aboard." Hyperion wanted to be sure all Rogues present knew that the Flight appreciated these efforts. He didn't have a lot of experience among Rogues, but he figured they weren't ones to set something up like this easily. But they could become a valuable ally.
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Post by silencethewolf on Jan 6, 2019 5:50:55 GMT -6
Calypso | Pirate
What the fuck is that?
Calypso squinted up at the giant beast that circled the ship, unsure whether to be amazed or terrified at how large the bloody thing was. She assumed that it was one of the flight equines' pets; hell, a few of them brought some kind of familiar with them. Although, the thought of having her own sort of beasty made her crack a mischievous smile.
Lowering her gaze, she made her way down the side of the deck. She kept her hood down, exposing the silver hairs of her mane and her emerald eyes. The heat wasn't much of a bother for her and it wasn't like she needed to hide who she was. Around her she could spot a few of the other rogues, including Miles who she saw mopping close to some flight members (One of whom appeared seasick so she steered clear away from them). There was the one that was darting up and down the ship earlier, which Calypso thought was hilarious, and another who she could've sworn was making shapes in the water. She came within ear shot of the conversation between the two pegasi, as well as the hybrid that she recognised from the meeting a few months back. Looking back now, that event sure was fun. "If it makes your life easier we can chuck her in for the sharks if that happens," she gave an impish grin to the three of them, particularly back to the hippocampus. Surely they could have a little fun on this trip as well.
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 6, 2019 7:53:46 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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Back at sea. It felt good, having his hooves back on a rocky boat, even if it wasn't his own. Hell, he was glad they had chosen the Siren for this. Not that there was anything wrong with either boat, but he didn't appreciate this alliance a whole lot yet - perhaps it'd get better with time. He still, however, wasn't gonna fight with them. He could still help them though, get the trade route to Sirith and give them an outpost. As long as it was far from the Gutters and his home, it'd be fine.
Looking up, the giant flying familiar made Sunil raise a brow. Where did they find these things? He wasn't all too innocent himself, he'd recently gotten his hooves on a hydra, yet to be named. He'd decided to bring it along, letting it swim lazily by the ship or wherever it wanted to. It could perhaps serve them well, should trouble come along. In any case, it could keep other boats away as well, if the giant flying familiar hadn't already made every other ship turn around. Standing beside Samael at the navigational deck, he looked out at the flight members. They too were rogues in their own right, so perhaps they weren't all that different. Different approaches though, which he had to get used to. "It's a hell of a group we've gathered, isn't it? I'm curious to see where this will lead us" He commented, looking at Samael, before looking back at the rogues, feeling sorry for Miles, who was mopping the deck.
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Post by hawkshadow743 on Jan 6, 2019 10:44:03 GMT -6
Jerusalem | Flock
Jerusalem hated the tickly, cold spray of the sea against his face. The rocking rhythm of the ship battling the waves didn't bother him per se, but after a few years of living away from the ocean, it made his stomach dip each time an especially strong swell rocked against the sides. He locked his knees and slightly leaned into each tilt, keeping his balance with no small amount of pride simmering in his chest. It had been too long since his last trip by ocean and he was unexpectedly (and perhaps a bit irritably) proud of himself for remembering how to keep his sea legs.
The Rouges and the other Flight members were carrying on a conversation, but he listened without commenting with his opinion. He stood close to the flapping sails, steering clear of Crescent and her rather terrifying scythe swinging. He wasn't too worried that she would hit him, but he still preferred not to get a scythe to the face before they even reached their destination.
Jeru didn't personally know anyone in the group. He knew most of them by name or by rank like Hyperion, but as he was a lowly Flock member, he hadn't had many interactions between the higher ranked members of his herd. Their conversation made him realize how much of an outsider he was, how out of his depth he was. What was he doing here? He was a woodcarver, a carpenter! He created things; he didn't have any idea how to forge political alliances with other factions. He barely knew how to forge friendships. He fumbled in vain for something to add, but his words failed him. He resigned himself to watching and listening until someone asked for his input (which he hoped they wouldn't as he had no idea what to say to anyone).
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Post by leaftail on Jan 6, 2019 20:42:13 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
The mop slid to a stop as Crescent countered his comment with one of her own. He blinked in confusion as she mentioned wind under his wings, and couldn’t help but glance at his shoulders before staring back at her like she was on something, the Seroran greeting completely going over his head. Before he had a chance to reply, more of the Flock quipped in, turning his comment more into what seemed like a joke. His eyes wandered to each of the winged horses as they talked amongst themselves before settling onto Hyperion who had caught Miles’ attention with a nod. Flicking his ears forward, Miles returned the nod. “ Let us hope we can continue our friendship with little to no trouble…” he started, just as Calypso made a comment of her own. Miles couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “ Don’t scare them just yet. They haven’t seen the worst Cascade can throw at a ship. There are scarier things in the water than sharks and even worse weather conditions that we could sail into.” The blue roan hippocampus gave the deck a few more swipes with the mop before he set it against a cannon. “ Has he had anything to drink yet?” Miles asked, nodding towards Whitaker. Now that the deck was clean, Miles would rather not risk the pegasus giving him more work to do and the little tidbits of herbal knowledge from his past suddenly surfaced at the back of his mind. “ If he’s lucky, we should have some ginger or peppermint in one of the storage bays someone can stir up with hot water. It does wonders for seasickness.” “ If anyone else is feeling a bit unlike themselves, I can make a whole pot to drink while we wait to get to our destination.” His eyes glanced over to the jack who was standing off on his own as if inviting him to the conversation, before looking back to the current gathering of feathered equines.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 7, 2019 5:34:51 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Sam stumbled out of the captains quarters squinting at the sky. Was it really mid-day already? Groaning loudly, he took a swig from his flask as he tried to reorient himself with what was going on, though everything about the last 48 hours just kind of seemed to blur together. He remembered agreeing to assist the Flight in finding a place to set up a new camp for trade and the like, and he vaguely remembered volunteering his ship for the job. He also remembered getting wasted and crashing in his quarters after asking Miles to keep an eye on things, and it seemed as though the hippocampus had done a good job. Though as he looked around the deck, Sam really couldn't remember agreeing to ferry this many strangers... Well, what was done was done, and at least the ship was still in one piece. The stallion rubbed his face with his teke as he attempted to get his bearings, taking a moment to study each of the faces on deck. Some of them were familiar enough, from Miles, who was quickly becoming one of the most trusted members of his crew, to a few other Rogues he'd done business with over the years. The faces of the Flight were more difficult, as he'd only interacted with a few of them, and even those interactions hadn't been long. He could only imagine he'd spoken to most of them over the last couple days, but the memories just seemed to evade him at the moment. Shaking his head in an attempt to shake off the last vestiges of sleep, Samael made his way towards Miles. "Everything going well enough?" He asked the pirate as he drew nearer. "Doesn't look like anyone has destroyed my ship yet at least." He said with a chuckle, turning away from the almost blinding sun, silently cursing Ignacio for making the damn thing so bright in the first place. He quickly moved to the nav deck to get a better idea of what was going on, almost missing the other captain who had come up to join him. "It's a hell of a group we've gathered, isn't it? I'm curious to see where this will lead us" Sam grunted, only half hearing what the other had said, still in a bit of a groggy haze. After giving himself a few more moments to truly wake up, he turned to the rest of the horses on deck and cleared his throat. "Hey! Which one of you is in charge of the Flight here?" He half shouted, his words slurring together slightly. Probably not the best impression he realized, but whatever. He was getting the job done, and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.
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Post by kokovi on Jan 7, 2019 13:09:11 GMT -6
JUNIPER, Flight Striker
________________________________________________________ She watched Renata amble over to them and smiled at her and Hyperion’s words, but for some reason, the muscles in her shoulders tensed when Hyperion’s attention wandered to the pirate who had been busy mopping the deck; she still wasn’t sure if they could really trust the rogues, and would rather stick to her distrust for a little longer than get used to their friendliness too quick and be led into a trap. June knew she should maybe nod along to his words or even join in with a ‘yeah, we really are’, but she kept quiet instead, letting her eyes wander down to the scars on the appaloosa’s legs and neck. That was one thing they seemed to have in common – a roughed-up lifestyle, largely influenced by the Talori’s hatred for their faction. She filed the thought away before it could grow into something more – this, amongst strangers and on the ocean, was not the time.
Before she could break the silence, a roan mare wandered toward them and quipped at Crescent, clearly meant in a lighthearted way; Juniper kept her lips in the same tight, small smile, but couldn’t help but feel antsy again. If the rogues did intend to turn on them, feed Crescent to the sharks, they had no other means to escape than their wings, and who knew how far away the next island to take a break on was; June had enough stamina to keep in the air for quite a while, but her wings were small and not designed to hoist her body up for too long. She could probably swim if she tried hard enough.
The mopping pirate had since stopped mopping and chuckled at the roan mare’s words. Juniper started feeling a little bit bad about not knowing any of their names, but the quick information fill-in she’d gotten back at the Aerie about their meeting a while ago included only the bare minimum; she’d been told Samael was the Bloody Siren’s captain, but had yet to associate a face to that name, and guessed the other rogues had not played an important enough part in the agreement to get mentioned.
At the appaloosa pirate’s words, she turned her gaze up to the sky. It was still hot and humid, but storm clouds could always pull up fast, and she wrinkled her nose before voicing her thoughts. “Do you think the weather will get worse today?” She wasn’t particularly looking forward to getting her feathers wet; her wings took ages to dry.
A door opening caught her attention, and she watched a pearl-colored appaloosa stumble out of a room before squinting at the sky and ambling over toward their little group; June guessed he was just another member of the crew, until he mentioned that the ship they were on was his, and immediately made the connection. She couldn’t even think of mumbling a word of greeting before he stumbled on up to the navigation deck, seemed to barely acknowledge the hippocampus that had been watching their group from there, and raised his voice to ask who was in charge. Her eyes immediately fell on Hyperion, who was ranked highest among them; just for a moment, she wished Milo was with them as she knew the champagne stallion better than most others among the Flight, but diminished the thought just as fast as it had come.
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Post by hawkshadow743 on Jan 7, 2019 14:54:33 GMT -6
Jerusalem | Flock
Jerusalem watched the pirate captain's progress across the deck with arched eyebrows. He kept his balance fairly well (considering how trashed he was), but even from this distance Jeru could detect the smell of liquor. Samael avoided looking at the sun and he carefully avoided addressing anyone directly which was a sure sign that he retained only the haziest memories from the night before--probably not even their names. Jerusalem tried not to snort. He knew from experience that being able to hold your liquor led to a number of problems, but only one that became a pain in the ass the next day: it required one to drink more in order to feel the buzz. Probably not the best life choice for someone in charge, but he wasn't one to judge. After all, being a pirate captain, Samael had a certain reputation to maintain.
It was still poor decorum, however, and Jerusalem winced in sympathy for the stallion.
In an effort to pull attention away from him and his unusual question given that he should already know who was in charge of the Flight horses, Jerusalem left his place by the sail and approached Juniper who was still examining the clouds. She was a Striker and beautiful, if a bit intimidating. He tipped his head back and eyed the sky. It was a hot day but there was some relief offered by the spray kicked up from the waves. The clouds were few and far between, only small wisps here and there except for a thicker patch behind them.
Even the idea of rain made him wince. "I hope not. There's only one thing worse than being tossed around on a ship and that's being toss around on a wet ship. It's even harder to keep your balance." He accidentally bumped flanks with her and sidestepped to the side, eyes widening at his blunder. He avoided physical contact--accidental or otherwise--as much as he could.
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Post by galekxy on Jan 7, 2019 18:25:34 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander
WC: 474 | Post 3
He let the Flight members joke together. The pegasus figured that some of them might not interact all that much on a regular basis, especially the flock members. He personally liked to check in on as many horses as he could, and a lot of the flock's workings fell to him so he made it a habit of trying to get to know them. The strikers typically had more specialized duties that brought them away from the Aerie, and so might not socialize with their Flock brethren. But that was okay. As long as everyone got along. He smiled as Jerusalem joined them also, giving a nod of acknowledgement. It was good to see the quieter horse coming out.
He let his attention drift away, and his eyes caught movement on the navigational deck. Good, the captains seemed to be out, or at least one. The captain was watching the air, and Hyperion let himself smirk as he too looked upwards where Atlas still flew. He'd likely come down soon for a break, but he was good for scouting.
And then, there was the other captain- Samael. He maybe looked a little worse for wear, but Hyperion only shook out his mane. It wasn't his place to judge anyone. Besides, it looked like he had just woken up. But then he called out, asking who was in charge. Hyperion gave an internal sigh, wishing the captains had found that out beforehand. He had tried to learn what he could about this venture, and also about the captains and crew they would be working with.
Stepping forward, Hyperion dipped his head a fraction, his Talori roots showing. He was sentinel commander, but these were equals in a sense and so he wanted to show them respect all the same. "I'm the sentinel commander for the Flight, so I am in charge. You can call me Hyperion." His voice rang loud and clear across the boat, but before heading to the captains, he turned his head to his own members, "You're all with me on this. I may be your commander, but we work together. I appreciate any and all input, as long as it isn't offensive in some way." He looked around the Flight who were present, making sure they all heard. "You were all chosen to attend this for a reason. For your skills- your knowledge, so I do want to hear from you. Don't underestimate what you can offer to this group, and let's find ourselves a good location to set up trade." The dragon-winged pegasus gave them a nod before walking to where Sunil and Samael stood. He wanted to work with the Flight as a team, knowing that it was the closeness that the members could share which would make them stronger. Hyperion wanted them all to have a say too.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 8, 2019 9:29:33 GMT -6
Whit made a sour face at Miles. He opened his mouth to make a snarky comment back when Hyperion interrupted by thanking the pirate for their hospitality. Whit bit his tongue. The commander was right to thank them- the Flight were guests after all. Whitaker needed to be on his best behavior. And as much as Rogue mannerisms rubbed him the wrong way, Whit knew that in a slightly different timeline in his younger years, he could have easily ended up here.
It took him a few seconds to hear the same pirate's offer. "Ginger tea would be appreciated," he finally said after a long moment of comprehension. He tried to muster a smile.
He glanced movement out the corner of his eye. Samael was rough around the edges, embittered with years of rum and sun-bleached hair. He and the other captain were the most fascinating specimen here. Years and years of stories peppered their faces. As much as Whit intended to lay low and avoid them unless necessary, he had a high respect for their experiences.
Maybe even a little jealousy.
After Hyperion's address, Whit stumbled like a puppy after his commander toward the captains. Although irritated at the way his illness made everyone else avoid him, he wasn't going to miss valuable information from the higher-ups. He swallowed hard and lifted his head high to feign wellness. He was a Sentinel. Sworn to guard and defend. Prove that you're worthy of this voyage.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 8, 2019 10:52:06 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Flock Striker
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Crescent twisted her face to Juniper as she spoke, sputtering over her words for a moment. Her long suffering cheetah sighed at her back, shaking his head and slipping away, heading below deck.
“Slander!” She fluffed up, her voice betraying the false bravado of a complete and total act. She wasn't offended at all. Her wings flexed up, stretching for the sky.
“I am good at knots Juniper!” She struck the deck with a hoof, the clack of wood under her briefly worried. Renata came to her defense, as if her temper had been riled. The scarlet breasted woman snickered, folding her wings back against her sides. This was all in good fun between her flock family. Then, the rouge snapped out a sassy statement that briefly made Crescent bristle.
“You can try.” She snipped haughtily, whisking her tail.
Her attention shot up to Hyperion as he spoke to the captain. She had completely missed the horse stumbling onto the upper deck. An amused chuckle vibrated from her throat. Skills? Her skills included swinging her scythe around and going fast. But hey, whatever he wanted to believe. Crescent swung herself back to face Juniper and a donkey fellow she recognized from the Aerie.
“Im no tidemaster, but I don't see any clouds, so hopefully not!” She said, cheerily snapping her tail behind her.
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Post by silencethewolf on Jan 9, 2019 7:16:56 GMT -6
Calypso | Pirate
Calypso snorted back to Miles. True, there were definitely worse things out there. Scarier things like scagrywrs. The thought of that creature and what had happened all those months ago made her freeze for a brief moment. She blinked afterwards, trying to push those thoughts away and resetting back to her joking self. After all, they were still pretty close to the isles and not on the open sea. "Trust me, the only scary thing about this trip is how long it's taking," Calypso replied with a grin. She chuckled at the red pegasus' remark, she had to admit she did admire her spunkiness. Her attention turned to Samael as Calypso watched him trudge his way up to the navigational deck.
"Looks like the old man's finally awake, took him long enough." Calypso commented out loud. She didn't know the appaloosa captain aside from one or two interactions including the meeting that took place at that tavern, but he seemed like an interesting character. Well, if you would call his drinking interesting. The young mare also knew that he wasn't that old, but it would be fun to get a response nonetheless. She hoped the captain could take a joke and not get her booted off at the next port. There was another captain that followed him up that she barely knew and so didn't really pay much attention to him. “Do you think the weather will get worse today?” Her ears pricked at the dyed pegasus' comment. She looked up at the sky, squinting from the bright sun. Looking back down she spoke again, noticing that a donkey had now joined them. "Doesn't look like it, but if I were you I'd be looking down as well as up." She smiled again nonchalantly. After all, what the hell was she supposed to say: 'Oh, also there's a giant ass monster that eats ships lurking under the water'?
She heard Miles mention something about drinks and an idea popped into her head. "Hey! Got any other drinks on this ship?" She called out across the deck. They had to have some form of liquid on here, and if it came to it she'd have to have a rummage around herself.
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wc: 372
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Post by hawkshadow743 on Jan 9, 2019 12:24:49 GMT -6
Jerusalem | Flock
Jerusalem hadn't even realized he was nervous until Hyperion's address eased the churning of his stomach. The plague of self-doubt that had haunted him for the last day or so loosened its grip on his thoughts. He found it easier to breathe, easier to believe that he could make a difference.
That's a real leader, he thought with a swell of pride. Someone who can put people at ease, make them believe in themselves. He's so unassuming. He's not as brash or overbearing as Antiope but his words and opinions carry just as much weight.
Jerusalem watched several of the senior Flight members gather beside the dragon-winded Pegasus and for a split second he wished he could know what they were saying. Jeru's anxiety had been replaced by the same nervous excitement that he remembered feeling the day he left home to start his apprenticeship with his mentor. What trials would they face? Would he be brave enough, when the same came, to speak his mind? How would he contribute? What kind of difference would he make?
Jerusalem was the first mule-donk horse to admit that he wasn't the most inspiring person. He was prickly on a good day, bitter and angry on a bad day. He didn't let anyone in and he drank as much as Samael. Jeru was trying to change, to become someone better. Maybe this mission would help him in that regard. It was so far outside his comfort zone that perhaps it would be the jolt he needed to turn over a new leaf.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 9, 2019 21:32:55 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
Before anyone could answer him, Miles was approached by his captain asking if everything was going well. Miles gave Samael a quick nod, ignoring the fact that he may have been hungover and maybe still drunk. The hippocampus watched him call out to his guests and decided that was the moment to back out and get some drinks put together. Within seconds of making his decision, the seasick pegasus, Whit...Whitaker was it, decided he wanted some ginger tea followed by Calypso asking for something else. He gave the familiar pirate a grin. “ I’ll see what I can find that isn’t going to be missed.” He dipped his head, excusing himself from the group, and headed down the stairs to the next deck. Once he found the galley he rummaged through the supplies, his teke pushing things to the side until he spotted a few ginger roots. Pulling the roots out, he set them on the counter and looked for loose leaf tea. He was able to find some and set the jar down next to the roots, before glancing around for a kettle and where the nearest barrel of water was. Once he collected everything, he lit a small fire from a fire kit and put the kettle full of water over the flame which sat in a makeshift sandbox that was used for cooking hot meals. While he waited for the water to heat up, he rummaged through the pantry for cups, a tray, a flask, and some cheap rum that Samael wouldn’t miss. He poured the rum into three cups, and water into one. After waiting a few minutes, Miles started on making the ginger tea, hoping it would pass a taste test (it had been a long time since he made tea). When everything was prepared, Miles poured the tea into the remaining cups, recounting to make sure he had a cup for everyone. With care, he lifted the tray of cups with his teke and made his way back up to the main deck. “ Excuse me,” he announced, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything, and started to pass the cups around. Sunil, and Hyperion were given two of the rum cups, as gestures of goodwill and continued cooperation. Samael was given the cup of water to...well...sober up. “ You need to hydrate captain,” Miles explained, figuring he needed to have a good reason why he wasn’t giving Sam any alcohol. He handed Calypso the other rum cup. “ On the house.” The rest of the flock members were given the ginger tea cups, to help gain their sea legs and prevent any more bouts of nausea. “ If you don’t mind captain, I suggest a small toast to our allies and future business partners.”
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 12, 2019 15:01:14 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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Samael must have been drinking more rum than Sunil had thought, because when he joined Sunil at the navigational deck, the only answer he gave was a grunt. Under normal circumstances, Sunil might have shown some type of discontent with the answer, but in this situation, he couldn't help but grin at Samael. This meeting was less tense than he previous and the circumstances weren't as pressing. Finding a place for them couldn't be too hard. Following Samael, he grinned at the grey mare's comment to Samael. He could take it, and he was probably too tired - or hungover - to try and do anything about it. Next, his gaze found the blue-winged pegasus', who introduced himself as Hyperion.
"My name is Sunil" he called out, trying to gather the attention of the others. Taking Miles' drink, giving him a thankful smile, he held it up with his teke. "I haven't had the pleasure to meet all of you yet, but as we're trying to find you a suiting place for your trading post, I'm sure we'll get to know each other better. Here's to this new alliance - hopefully we can aid each other" Holding up his glass, he took a swig and looked at the rest of the flock, giving them a smirk. He nodded at Samael too, giving him an apologizing look - he didn't intend to take the word from the Captain, but Miles' suggestion of a toast seemed like a good idea, and Samael - or any of the other's - could easily speak up afterwards.
The only hopes Sunil had, were that they didn't get too close to the mainland. But it could be smart too, having them close by and keeping an eye on them. He didn't know what to make of it yet. Instead of thinking more about it, he moved from the navigational deck and towards the rest of the group, looking over the side to his hydra, who didn't seem bothered by anything. He moved towards the flock, but kept close to those of the Alliance he already knew, like the grey mare and Miles.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 12, 2019 17:11:12 GMT -6
Renata | Flock
Renata stepped a bit closer to Crescent at the mention of feeding her to the sharks. It was likely a joke, but it wasn't like she was too trusting of these rogues quite yet. They were a loud bunch -was the obnoxious captain drunk?- with little manners and she wouldn't be surprised if they turned on them the minute someone offered them a better deal. But Hyperion was here and so was Whitaker and she supposed Crescent -the ever feisty one- wouldn't be too easy to throw overboard. At least she felt safe knowing they were around. Still she side-eyed the rogue who offered Whitaker something for the stomach. She wished she had something to give them instead, but it wasn't like they got to travel by boat a lot. Maybe something to look into in the future if they were going to be working together. She didn't have much chance to say anything after Hyperion spoke, one of the pirates -oh, he was a captain- already taking the front and speeching. She raised an eyebrow as he took a swig from a glass. The mainland habit of not drinking had always stuck with her and she couldn't help but be a bit appalled at the blatant decadency. As he made his way down, she moved towards him, wondering if he would have more information for them. "Sunil, yes?" She gave him a polite smile, determined to be a decent emissary to her family. That meant being on her best behavior. "Could you tell me if there was already place you had in mind for us? Or is it the other captain I should consult for this?"Post 2 | 277 words |
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 14, 2019 7:50:00 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"I'm the sentinel commander for the Flight, so I am in charge. You can call me Hyperion." Sam's gaze shifted to the dragon winged pegasus as he spoke, nodding in acknowlegement and listening as he addressed his Flight. Hyperion seemed like a reasonable enough fellow, and Sam could almost vaguely remember speaking with him before... As the captain searched through his hazy memories of the last few days, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "You need to hydrate captain,” Miles said, offering Sam a cup, which he grabbed with his teke without much thought. It was only after taking a sip of the unnaturally clear and tasteless liquid that he shot the pirate a look, raising one of his eyebrows but saying nothing. Miles seemed unfazed by it though, suggesting a toast instead, which Sunil seemed to gladly take him up on. Sam snorted softly, a bit disgruntled by the intrusion, but no matter, they were all here for the same thing... Which was...Something. At the very least he knew it was along the lines of finding a new base, or setting one up. Samael lost himself in his thoughts again, silently cursing himself for drinking as much as he had the night before as he sifted through foggy memories of maps and agreements to find an island that would work as a flight base. "Could you tell me if there was already place you had in mind for us? Or is it the other captain I should consult for this?"
Another voice broke through his thoughts, this one less familiar but still known to him. As Sam's gaze shifted to the speaker, he recognized the pegasus mare who had been at the negotiations a few months back at the tavern, noting he'd briefly met her before that as well. As she spoke, Sam pulled out a map of the Isles, hoping he'd left himself some notes on it as he spread it out on a makeshift table for the others to see. Thankful that he'd seemed to circle some places before hoof, likely with Sunil's help along with at least a few of the Flight members as he didn't recognize the additional penmanship. "These seem to be the best places to set up a base." He said, his voice loud enough for all to hear, only slurring his words slightly. "The Isle of Blood, Skull Cove, and Wanderer's Way." Sam pointed out each of the islands as he spoke, mulling over them as he did. None of them were perfect, but they'd all do well enough in a pinch, even with their potential drawbacks.
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Post by hawkshadow743 on Jan 14, 2019 13:37:05 GMT -6
Jerusalem | Flock
Jerusalem gratefully took the offered drink from Miles with his telekinesis, giving him an appreciative nod. He politely listened to the chatter of the crew, paying closer attention when Samael gave them the list of potential destinations. Isle of Blood, Skull Cove or Wanderer's Way. All of them sounded awful, like to step hoof on their shores would likely end with someone's hatchet in the back of your skull. He supposed it fit with the general pirate theme to give their locations murderous names, but as far as welcomes went Wanderer's Way called to him more than the others, perhaps because he'd been something of a wanderer all his life.
He sipped his ginger tea and listened to the crashing waves. Hyperion's speech and the several others that had followed had convinced him that maybe he did have a right to be here, but he still felt adrift and very out of his element. He hoped as the trip went on he might find some way to contribute but at the moment he still seemed, well, rather useless.
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Post by galekxy on Jan 16, 2019 9:52:36 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander
WC: 232 | Post 4
Hyperion took the cup Miles offered, inspecting its contents carefully. He doubted that the Rogues would poison them, but one could never be too sure. But then Miles suggested a toast, and Hyperion raised his cup, and took a drink after Sunil did. "It's a pleasure to be doing business with you all."
The pegasus nodded as Renata stepped forward and began the initial conversation about the reason they were all here. It was good seeing his members stepping up, and it allowed him to assess them also. The Flight always needed more good horses willing to take action. At her question, Samael pulled out a map, and Hyperion stepped forward, peering at its contents. There were three areas that the Rogues would be showing them on this journey.
The Isle of Blood was the most familiar to Hyperion, as The Gutters was where they frequented gaining recruits and other such activities. He knew the other two areas were uninhabited also. "Can you tell as more about each location before we head there?" Hyperion wanted to hear what the Rogues had to say about the areas, as they would have different knowledge (and probably experiences) then what Hyperion was able to gather. He also wanted to check out each of the locations, to get a sense of what they might expect if they set up there. "Let's hear about our first stop."
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 17, 2019 8:34:03 GMT -6
The tea helped settle him down- at the very least it was a placebo, which Whitaker wasn't opposed to- and he drowsily watched Hyperion talk with Samael. The captain was an interesting fellow, and Whitaker recognized a love of the drink anywhere, which made him smirk. Perhaps these scoundrels weren't so bad after all. Whit respected anyone who could hold their liquor and retain leadership.
As his peers discussed the potential trading posts, Whit noticed the donkey mule Jerusalem hanging back from the chatter. Normally he was a loner himself, but feeling renewed from the tea and instilled with a sense of duty to Hyperion to keep tabs on their crew, he shuffled toward the mule.
Jerusalem was the only Flock member here who lacked wings, and while the Flock was highly appreciative of their land-bound brethren, Whitaker wondered if they ever felt slighted by the difference. It was noble to join the ranks of rebellion without an intrinsic motive of self-interest. The pegasi joined to preserve the honor of their species; the commons and the unicorns and the hippocampi joined with honorable solidarity. It was something to respect no matter what.
Whitaker leaned his head over the side of the ship, watching the waves bob up and down in frothy streaks. Salty mist stung his hair and eyes and wind ruffled his feathers.
"Are you faring well?" he asked the mule without turning to him. Jeru was more a stranger than an acquaintance, and while small talk and niceties drove Whitaker insane with frustration, it was the only way to establish a relationship of any kind. And he liked Jeru's no-nonsense approach to everything. |
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Post by hawkshadow743 on Jan 21, 2019 11:08:21 GMT -6
Jerusalem | The Flock
Jerusalem sipped his tea and stared out across the ocean for a few brief seconds before responding, trying to decide how to respond to Whitaker. The question itself was innocuous. The implications behind the question might not be so innocent. Was he trying to gauge Jerusalem's mood out of open, honest curiosity? Or was Whitaker trying to assess if he was really up for his mission? He mulled over the idea that the others shared his doubts about his value to the mission. Then he paused. Did it matter? He was here. That would suggest he was here for a reason. The leaders of the Flight hadn't pulled his name out of a hat at random. They thought he deserved to be here.
Also, he was being paranoid.
He glanced at the Pegasus appraisingly, trying to keep an open mind. He wasn't used to sharing his feelings on a whim, but recalling Whitaker's...difficulty when he'd arrived on deck, he decided to oblige.
"Fairly well. It's been quite a while since I set hoof on a ship. I'm afraid I've gotten used to solid ground."
grr it's so short again
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 21, 2019 15:08:48 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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For a moment, Sunil got disoriented. There were a lot of rogues and he wasn’t used to all of this talking at once. Taking another swig of his rum, brought by Miles (much like he had done, when they had made a deal with the Flight), he listened to the hippocampus from his previous meeting with the Flight. He’d almost forgotten about the locations, just remembering they to find a place. He knew he hadn’t been drinking yesterday, but he was definitely not fully awake yet either. As Samael listed the places, marked on the map, Sunil looked at the Flight’s reactions. It didn’t seem like they particularly enjoyed the names - which made sense. Sunil looked closer at the map, taking in the places and trying to remember advantages and disadvantages to each, as well as their general location and what could be expected, of someone was to stay there.
“The Isle of Blood, despite its name, is a place you guys already know. It’s not as bad as it sounds, trust me. I believe you already go here to recruit, so setting up a trading post would be a good idea. It’s close to the Gutters and the mainland of Aquore, so that may make a difference to you. It’s a medium-sized island, so no reason to worry about space either - only the inhabitants. You’ll meet your fair share of Laics there, who... care a lot about their craft” Sunil paused for a moment, looking at the Flight members near him, making sure they listened. “It may not seem important, but the Laics of the Isle of Blood take special care that their rituals go smoothly. I’d try to stay on their good side. They may be helpful to you, but they are also deadly.”
Sunil paused for a moment, letting the information sink in. Looking at the direction the ship was headed, Sunil noticed that the Isle of Blood wasn’t too far off. “Maybe we’d benefit from visiting the Isle. Seeing the place before making a decision and moving on to other locations,” He suggested, turning his attention back to Samael.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 24, 2019 12:26:22 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
The captain shrugged as Sunil posed his suggestion about visiting the Isle of Blood. Not one of his favorite places, but whatever. If that's where the flight wanted to head, so be it. Finishing up the water Miles had given him, Samael cleared his throat before he began speaking. "Sunil is right, the Isle of Blood is closest, and if that is where you want to set up your base, we can certainly head there. You do have some other options you may want to consider before we waste our time gallivanting from isle to isle." He chuckled softly. "Wander's Way could be a great location if you're looking for something far out of the mainland's reach. It's quiet, secluded, and has quite a few structures already in place from those passing through. Vagabonds and the occasional rogue are really the only equines who frequent the isle, and though the resources there have yet to be scouted out, it could very well be worth the time and trouble. It'd be a solid place for a base camp, and would leave you much less likely to be discovered, at least in my opinion. That said, my opinion isn't the only one." He shrugged slightly as he reached for his flask, shooting a cheeky glance at Miles as he took a swig. " Miles! You're more familiar with Skull Cove than I am, if you're able, you should share what you know with our new allies."
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