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[h3][color=33ec06]Alix Westwynd[/color][/h3][/center]
[hr][h3][center]The Fornacis     |     Main Deck     |     20, 1Sm; 844[/center][/h3][hr]
[hider=Getting Used to It]The Fornacis.

This was supposed to be Alix's new home. She'd rightfully earned her position on board; she was strong enough and determined enough to have fought her way into the crew. Now that she'd done that however, she wasn't sure what would be coming next. It was a feeling that was unusual to her, and it was already starting to make her a little bit antsy. In Ortzi, at least in the parts of it that was recently her 'home', there was always some dickhead coming to take your stuff. Sometimes you had a little time to breathe, but every moment you spent relaxing was one that someone else was scheming on how to get their mitts on what was rightfully yours. Whether it was your property, your territory, your dignity, or your life. It was foolish to wait, and time to herself was a luxury that she hadn't been able to appreciate for a long time.

She'd rightfully earned it, though. Just like she rightfully earned everything else she had. Pretty much everything she'd owned at the moment when she stepped onto the ship was something she'd fought for. Something she had earned through [i]strength[/i]. Some things had to be earned in other ways; lies, charisma, thievery...but strength had always been her go-to. It was one thing to try and persuade someone to give your something, but there were conditions that came with that. And whenever you tried to persuade someone to give you something, they always had a certain air of smugness about them. They had what you wanted after all, and you were already starting on the low end of the bargaining ladder.

Alix [i]hated[/i] that air of smugness. 

That's why she always preferred to just break faces and take what she wanted. [i]That[/i] was satisfying. Especially if she got to see the same smugness fold inwards on itself. Getting to pull people off their high horses and show them that they were no better than she was; thoses were the moments that almost made her life in Ortzi worth it. Almost.

But this wasn't Ortzi anymore, and it was unlikely that she'd have the opportunity to beat in the skull of some smug prick in the near future at least. That'd probably be frowned upon, and she wasn't going to risk getting tossed off the boat less than a week into the journey. This was a chance to face far greater threats than the ones that the shithole alleys could offer. A chance to not only prove to the universe that she was a formidable threat, and a chance to become even stronger in the process. 

And when she became as strong as she could be, and finally had proven to the universe that she was not to be trifled with...she hadn't thought that far. It really wasn't worth planning for that. Any other time, it was more likely that she'd end up face-down in a ditch somewhere before [i]that[/i] would ever become a possibility. But now that she was actually aboard the Fornacis...not just aboard, but had a place on...for the first time in her life, it seemed like there might be a chance.

She didn't know what she'd do. She'd never thought about it. But now she could...and that was [i]exciting[/i].

That was also something that was contributing to the pent-up energy inside her. One of many things. That little chance, the waiting, the people: Alix had grown accustomed to sparse crowds. As previously mentioned; anybody you saw in the back streets of Ortiz had an eye on what you owned. Even if they didn't show it, that just meant they were trickier than the rest. You were safest with your back to the wall and not a single person near you.

On the Fornacis, there were still walls to put your back to, but Alix was finding it hard to break old habits. Jumping at the sound of people walking nearby, straining her ears to listen to every mundane conversation that was happening. It was stressful for now, but hopefully something that she'd get used to. However, it was that stress that had forced Alix out onto the main deck to try and clear her head. Sure, there were still people out there, but it was easier to find a spot to herself, and keeping it was only a matter of glaring at people as they approached her. So far, that was enough to deter the rest of her 'fellow crew'.

She'd already vented most of her anxiety by chucking some useless personal belongings of the side of the ship, just to watch them disappear into the sky below. When she'd run out of things she was willing to throw overboard, she'd contemplated making ice crystals to follow them. There were probably better uses for a Pyxis though; it was a waste of energy to use magic so she could throw snowballs into the open air. Seemed almost disrespectful to an ability that had given her the ability to fight for her things.

Some people might call it cheating, but all was fair in her territory. The other people in Ortzi didn't have Pyxis that they could could on. Apparently they'd stopped getting those for a while, and most of the people in her situation were just your run-of-the-mill Average Joe. She was fortunate enough to have an advantage, and it would have been pretty stupid to not use it when she already had a natural step-up over the competition. That was just another facet of her strength; something she had that other people didn't. In its deepest, most basic terms, that was all strength was. If people messed with her, they got what was coming to them. If they weren't willing to step down when they were outmatched...that wasn't her problem. 

Not for long, anyway.

Now...she wouldn't have to worry about that. Not for a while, at least. Hopefully. If territory and watching your back were necessary on board the legendary ship, she was fatally unprepared for it. That thought was only fueling her nervous energy more.

It was definitely going to take some getting used to.[/hider]