May

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix sighed heavily as she finshed gathering up her papers and with an armful of it all she headed straight past Ms.Mortimer and out the kitchen door. "It is none of your business," she said simply as she passed the older woman. "You need not know everything about my life." And it wasn't just because she was annoyed at her stepping in like she was doing, but also because despite how obnoxious she could be, she was a a harmless old woman. She didn't need to know and then be put into danger for knowing.

Ms. Mortimer followed after her, dark full skirts russling as she went. "Ms. Brown," she said with a tone that was very motherly. "While you remain under my roof, I am care taker. That means I need to know your comings and goings."

Bea stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked at her evenly through her glasses. "If you must know, I am going on a trip to see some friends. Roger is accompanying me there."

Ms. Mortimer looked as if she had been stabbed in the chest, a thin hand coming up to rest on her sternum in her shock. "Going with a...a... man ? Alone? Out of the question. I forbid it."

"As I've already told you, you are not my mother. Roger is the most upstanding gentlemen I've ever known. I am going, he is coming. And you have no say either way. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to put this away and fetch my coat."

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Rebeca smiled at him. "I think I'll go find her, if you don't mind that," she said with a nod of her head. She was sure that he wouldn't mind. "I'm sure I'll see you soon." And with that she gave him a little wave and turned on her heel to head out to find the errant mechanic.

She had been to London a few times over the year, but she would never say that she was overly familiar with the place. It had taken her a few minutes to find the parts shop as it was. And even if the tavern was just down the road, that didn't mean she might not get lost on the way. But not going wouldn't help her learn her way any. Thankfully the place wasn't too terribly hard to find, and she walked into the tavern that was already starting to grow busy, with blue eyes looking around to see if she could spot Estella among the patrons.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix had been distracted, thinking about what to do, what to pack, and about 80 million other things she needed to think about just then. So she'd not heard Ms. Mortimer come down the steps from her room and down the hall to the kitchen. She turned to look at the older woman, blinking in a little bit of surprise.

“Ms. Mortimer,” she said, trying to cut in as she chided them about him being there. They were in a public room, with all the doors into the room either open or at the very least unlocked and unbarred. It wasn't like they were in a position to get up to anything. And it wasn't like she, including Ms. Mortimer, didn't know him. And it was very obvious that they had done nothing sinister at all.

But finally she'd been ruffled enough by her dousing her optimism with her unfounded dislike of Roger. “If he is going, so am I,” she said with a finality to her tone.

“You most certainly are not,” the old woman said, shaking her head as she came into the room more.

Bea started to gather up the papers without looking back at her. “I am old enough to know how to handle myself. You are not my mother, I will go out with whom I please. It is 1930 Ms. Mortimer, I should hope that we can start moving forward."

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Rebeca seemed a little confused when he asked her about the other parts. “No, just this one,” she said with a little shake of her head. She was a little disappointed that it didn't seem like Estella was there just now. She could use her help she was sure.

When the man asked if she was the mechanic she brought her blue eyes back into focus on him and snorted a laugh. “Ah not in the slightest. I'm just being errand girl at the moment. Is Estella not here at the moment? I have a feeling she'd be very helpful at the moment back on the ship."

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

She stuck her tongue out at him childishly at his teasing. "No, but a few days at least. Got to get things together after all." There was a lot of packing to be done. She didn't know if this would turn into a very long trip, or just a few days jaunt up to Scotland to see an old friend of the family for nothing more than apologies and reminiscing about her father.

"You don't have to rush out to see him right this moment though," She sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck some. Even if she wanted to set things up right away, she didn't really want to send Roger out so soon either. Though it was drawing closer to supper time every minute.

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Will had nodded his approval of the current situation. "That will be all, for now," he said, starting to head out of the room with Rebeca in tow when Frederick spoke again.

"I'll go," Rebeca volunteered. "I don't mind."

Will shrugged slightly. "Whatever you like, Becs." Looking back to Frederick he nodded his head saying, "tell her what you need then."

She waited just long enough to get him to write it down for her, which he did begrudgingly, before she was off to fetch the part. And maybe the girl again too.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

Helena didn’t really have a chance to hear if he’d replied any before the ground was shifting and everything was changing and her and Althalus went tumbling back the way she’d come from, landing heavily on top of someone else. She had of course, barely had time to grab her glasses before things had gone literally sideways, so thankfully they were saved from being broken or lost in the tumble. So she was wearing them when she looked down at the nice face of Annabeth underneath her. Sadly, she wasn’t as soft with the armor on.

“You okay?” she asked, pushing up on her hands some to hover above the other girl. She was fine, just kinda sore from being slid around and such. “Althalus?” she called over her shoulder, looking for the other man, to make sure he was with them still. “Collette?” she went on, looking for the other girl as well.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

The screeching, was nothing to her. It was scary yes, terrifying even. But she expected it after all. It was a giant spider, it was going to make some noise. She still had to do this right. Helena was distracted in her thought when the arrow whizzed past her, catching on the edge of her hair. She took in a sharp breath and let her eyes go wide as she kept the panic in check at the idea that she could have almost been shot just then. And likely by her own companions. And given that Althalus was right in front of her, it was Annabeth who’d done it behind her. When they got out of here, she was sure to have words with her about nearly taking her head off.

But then words brought her back to and she looked at the slightly glowing form of Althalus a few feet away. “Helena,” she said without being asked for it, her tone holding the slightest hints of annoyance in it. It’d be best he knew her name now. It’d be helpful. Besides, he should have already known her name. They’d been in same caravan for weeks now. He’d just never been bothered to pull his own head out of his ass to ask.

“And somewhat,” she said, taking a few quick steps to him while the beast was relatively not paying direct attention to them. She could hear the others behind. Annabeth and Collette. So there was at least the four of them here. There might be others, further away, not awake yet, hidden behind buildings. “I can use one, not the deadliest of shots, but I can hit a target.” Especially as one as big as that. When she was glancing back over her shoulder, she reached for her ring again, this time tapping it once gently. If these creatures around were used to this shadowed realm, her light would be visible yes, but initially, it’d be too much for them to look at right away. “And I’ve got fire boost too, if needed.”

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Bea nodded slightly in her concentration of flipping through to see if she could find that little symbol again. “Vaguely,” she said offhandedly almost. “I don’t recall most of my father’s friends surnames unless they were type to insist being called by them. Most of them, who were any close to my father, asked that I called them uncle and their Christian name”

She looked up at him then, smiling a little bit. “And people move. So it’s the best as we have and as thus, we’ll look into it. Even if we’re wrong and he isn’t the source of the package, he might know something more than we don’t.” Something that wasn’t covered over with nostalgia and the film of youth. “Besides,Glasgow is not that far, especially if we go by air. Even a train wouldn’t be too terrible.”

She stood then, rather suddenly. She knew that there was more to find in the notes and letters and so many other things to go through. But they had something now and she was actually little excited about this now. “Do you happen to have any connections that would be willing to take us up to Lowlands?”

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Rebeca felt a flash of anger in her chest. He was trying his damndest to place blame elsewhere. To not admit that he was wrong. Everyone was wrong now and again. And sometimes other people told them so before it could happen. But to accuse Estella of tampering with something, and then to not say it out right, but still accuse Rebeca of lying was not alright.

“How dare you,” she started, stepping forward only one step before Will caught her wrist in his big hand and pulled her back.

“You aren't the captain here, Becs,” he said softly to her, pulling her closer to his side. “She does have a point though. As I'm sure you know, the issue is you not having looked into it. I'm going to let you fix it though.” And all that was, was a promise that he'd be employed through the fix, not necessarily any further.

From Down Below to Up Above [Luna||May]

H
1780, appears roughly 27

Appearance
Demonic form

Human form
Tall, broad shouldered, muscular, and very handsome. Shoulder length black hair, tan skin, and striking blue eyes. A tattoo of an egyptian cobra encircles his whole torso with the head of the snake just below his heart.

Personality
Narcissistic, self serving, vicious, and cutthroat. H is out for himself and himself only. He might, maybe find it in himself to help someone else out. But that’s only i helping them out will help him. He’s not too interested in making friends, but there are those he can tolerate to a degree. It does get lonely having no one around.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

When he spoke to her again she finally heard him and looked I'll. "Hmmm?" She asked, looking rather confused for a moment. What was he going on about? Oh, the letter. She put her spoon down along with the papers she'd been reading and took the letter from him. She read it over a few times, he brow crinkled on more as her confusion grew. Randolph. Randolph. And that little BTX down there as well. That was surely no accident. It meant something. But what?

"This..." she started, looking up, looking down, shaking her head slightly. "This looks like the script from the package. And I do remember a Randolph. Vaguely." She handed it back to him, looking thoughtful.

"I swear I've seen that little marker before too," she murmured, flipping through her notes and her father’s in no clear order. "Somewhere..."

After a moment she looked up and asked, “Do you have the envelop for that? With the address?”

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Will did not look impressed by that idea either, but he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt instead of firing him right on the spot. So instead he reached for a phone like device and called up to the bridge to talk to his daughter.

“Can you come down to the engine room?” he asked.

“Why?” she questioned, unsure what he needed her down there for.

“Just come, Becs,” he sighed, hanging up before she could argue with him anymore. “We’ll have a chat with Rebeca to see what happened,” he explained to Fredrick. He didn’t say much after that and just waited for his daughter to join them.

It was only a few minutes before she was standing in the door way, looking a little flush and slightly out of breath from having hurried so to get there. “What’s the emergency?”

“When you were in here with the girl before, did she touch anything?”

Rebeca looked to the mechanic and saw his expression. He was trying to transfer the blame. “No,” she said a little smugly. “Not at all. We were in here a whole minute before he came in and she didn’t do anything but put the box down before then.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

Helena watched the man come closer. Well sorta man. But he was coming closer, regardless of what he was. She gripped her knife tighter in her hands and waited until he was closer, she was a better shot when the target was closer. He was quick though, and not steady enough for her to aim at his skull and actually make it. So she decided to embrace her strengths and came at him. Sorta. She headed towards him, but to the side somewhat. The creature was quick for the rot, but it’s brain wasn’t as quick. It started to turn in to her change of direction, but she was quicker than it.

Dancing up alongside it, she took her blade and thrust it deep into its eye, her arm just avoiding the clipping of its crooked jaws and teeth. “Shit,” she hissed. It grabbed onto her before she could get back, but the grip lessened a moment later. Or at least didn't tighten more. It was fully dead now.

But she didn't have a moment of victory. Instead her elation quickly turned to panic as the hands that held her tightened again, a darkness around them that grew up from the shadows at her feet, controlling the corpse. She'd been pulling her blades free when he'd reattacked, and she held one in each hand as it started to drag her downward. She struggled in its grip, but all she succeed in doing wa freeing the arms from the rotting body. They still pulled her down as she yelled, fighting against it with all she had.

And failing miserably.

Darkness surrounded her, and she struggled to stay in control, but she failed again and was gone. When she felt the tickle of stirring she moved quickly, sitting up fast and patting herself down for any of her knives while she tried to get a better look around her. But sher glasses felt like they were very dirty.

She could see Althalus though, he was ghostly in the haze, the only thing she could safely identify. But she could hear the skittery, the sound of approaching things that she couldn't fully see. And it was close. She hurried to get to her feet, reaching for her ring as well as a blade as she went, trying to decide how much light would be wise.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Bea made herself a cup of tea and sat down to across from Roger to read as she finished stirring. There was so much to look through, even with him there to help. She could have sworn that she’d been through a lot of this before. It all felt so familiar to her because it was ever so much of her father. This was all him and it was just constant the reminders of him. And it wasn't all bad. Some of it made her smile thinking of happy memories from when she was little.

Which made her thoughts start to drift to her mother and sister. And that picture that had come with the letter as well. She'd seen maybe one photo of her mother that her father had kept locked away. She'd never found it when he passed. It was nowhere in his things and she had thought that maybe she'd just imagined it. But seeing her again, and her older sister as well, only confirmed that she hadn't. Maybe that photo was the one she'd seen and had just forgotten about all the details. She'd been so very little when she'd seen it. Hardly any older than when her mother had left, taking Maria with her.

By the time Roger spoke again, Bea was lost in thought, holding the spoon just above her tea with one hand, a few lose sheafs of paper in the other hand, glasses perched on her nose as she read over the papers. She didn't hear him speak either. She was too into what she was looking at to notice that he'd said anything at all.

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Rebeca watched her with a bemused smile, waving at her when she turned around. “Strange girl,” she chuckled to herself before heading back into see her father.

Everything on the Valkyrie carried on like it always had. Repairs were made and the crew did what it normally did while in Port with no real jobs. They were good though, and caused no real trouble.

Sooner than later though, repairs had to be tested and the ship prepared for a short flight. Frederick was confident, and boastfully so especially when Rebeca was in earshot, and to a lesser degree when Will was, that every was going to be just fine. And things seemed fine. For the first few moments of take off. Then the smoke started and alarms went off both in the engine room and the bridge.

Will’s mood was not at all lifted by that and with totally justifiable anger, he headed down to the smoking engine room to see just what exactly it was that had gone wrong. Even with Rebeca’s words floating after him that reminded him that he'd been warned of this already.