[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Top Deck, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Meiyu [@Tae] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Captain Cindralis [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=Peru]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand) [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=peru]Minerva[/color][/b] [hr] [color=peru]“[i]Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu Meiyu…[/i]”[/color] The feline mouthed as her eyes scanned the crowd amassed on the deck, though funnily enough, it came out as the slightest whisper. Her face was the definition of focus as sights bounced from person to person. And then… [color=peru]“Oooh.”[/color] Her face lit up as her eyes finally caught the face of a woman also looking around the deck. Minerva knew it had to be her. The brief description matched, and there was also the fact of knowing the type of people Wendel focused on in his entries. With raised eyebrows and a smile too pleasant not to have some mischief behind it, Minerva began to saunter over to her two-coin piggy bank. One step, two step, three step– [b][color=2F8C99]"This is Captain Cindralis…”[/color][/b] Minerva’s head whipped toward where the voice was coming from, spotting a speaker overhead. [color=peru]“Speakers? How fancy! This thing is like a flying train! And that voice!”[/color] [b][color=2F8C99]“...Most systems are compromised, and the harsh truth is that there’s no riding this out, not this far from Breland."[/color][/b] [Color=peru]“Heh, I’ll give you something to ride cap’n. Am I right?”[/color] Minerva poked her elbow into another passenger, who gave her a look of discomfort while wondering why this stranger wasn’t concerned about the captain’s alarming announcement. [color=peru]“Come on, don’t be such a… Did he say most systems are compromised? Most… systems… are compromised.”[/color] She repeated it like someone doing mental math out loud before the situation dawned on her. [color=peru]“Oh no.”[/color] [b][color=2F8C99]"I’m initiating emergency descent protocol. Closest survivable option is the Lhazaar Principalities. Not a choice I make lightly. But it’s that or drift until we burn out."[/color][/b] [color=peru]“Lhazaar Principalities?!”[/color] Minerva looked at the other passengers around her, her brown eyes looking over the faces of the shuffling men, women, and children. Some appeared to be families, some appeared to be lone merchants, and there were even a few nobles amongst them. Her forehead creased as her expression softened sympathetically… But then she spoke. [color=peru]“At least I know I’ll be fine, but you all are… cover your ears kiddies… You’re fucked. Like…”[/color] She was shaking her head hopelessly. [color=peru]“Well, hopefully it’s [i]like[/i] bunnies where it’s quick and– wait! Shut up! The [i]cap’n[/i] is speaking again!”[/color] Like an obedient child looking up at their lecturing parent, Minerva listened intently to each word spoken from the speaker. All the while, she was oblivious that the shuffling people she had addressed were making their way over to grab something, anything, to hold onto. [b][color=2F8C99]“All hands, brace for descent. The Stormrider is coming in hard…find a seat or a rail and hold tight. Medical attention will be standing by once we’re grounded. Stay clear of the cargo hold and let the crew do their job. This isn’t over yet.”[/color][/b] Minerva cocked her head to the side as an amused smile formed on her lips [color=peru]“Why did that sound… dirty?”[/color] She stifled a chuckled and looked around to see if anyone was there to share in the humor of her inappropriate mind, [color=peru]“Oh…”[/color] but no one was immediately around the distracted woman standing at the center of the deck. The rails were taken, and there were no open seats in sight. Her eyes settled on the bar, and with a nod toward it, she moved. [color=peru]“Shit shit shit shit!”[/color] Minerva ran for the bar, but a jerk from the Stormrider tripped her up and caused her to stumble sideways. As nimble as she was, she prevented a messy fall by planting her feet wide. Unfortunately, luck was not her companion today as a coiling rope from the loose rigging wrapped around her left ankle. [color=peru]“Oh no. Oh no,”[/color] she blurted out as she tried to hop free, but the snug rope had other plans. The ship dipped, and Minerva yelped as she was snagged clean off her feet. [color=peru]“Oof!”[/color] She landed on her backside but quickly reached toward her entangled ankle. [color=peru]“Ha!”[/color] She was free… but far from being in the clear as she felt her body slowly sliding across the deck with the sharp tilt of Stormrider. There was only a grimace this time around. A grimace of defiance, whether it be against the ship, its captain, the ash choking the air, the gods, or simply the idea of losing those two coins she felt she was owed. A loose knocked-over barrel rolling her way was her next foe. [color=peru]“Not today!”[/color] With a light grunt, she sprang to the side to narrowly avoid the barrel only to realize her body finally reached a wall. The same wall which the barrel crashed into instead of her. It burst apart beside her pelting her with nothing but peaches before she’s thrown forward onto the deck by the banking up of the ship. As the ship made landfall, the screeching sound of metal against stone did well in drowning out Minerva’s colorful words and yells of frustration. She was on the brink of letting her anger get the best of her and forfeiting her time for one of the other personas but she’d be damned if she let that happen. Instead, the feline shifter simply lay in within the pile of peaches, pouting in fruity grave until the ship finally came to a complete halt. [color=2F8C99][b]“This is Cindralis. We made it. All passengers, report to the main deck. Watch your step…we’re in one piece, but only barely. We’ll assess the damage once we’re sure no one’s dying. Stormrider out.”[/b][/color] [Center]... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...[/center] [color=peru]“Rawr!’[/color] Peaches, ripe and unripe were launched up from Minerva’s dramatically. From top to bottom, she had pieces of peach staining and hanging off of her, yet in her hand, she grasped one like she had won something. [color=peru]“Hmmmm.”[/color] Her eyes were scanning again, her attention wildly returning to the woman she sought out before Cindralis’ first message. [color=peru]“There.”[/color] She said before taking a bite of the held peach on her approach of the woman, named “Meiyu.” She appeared to be checking herself out for wounds, which meant Minerva could get the drop on her. She knew exactly what she’d say. [color=peru][i]Give me the gold or I’mma peach you up… bitch. Yeaaah, I like that![/i][/color] She smiled at her awful pun, ready to deliver it but Meiyu was swifter in addressing her. [color=7DBC89]“You have a terrible sense of timing,”[/color] Minerva blinked rapidly as she felt herself caught off guard. Not only that, the woman just walked off. Just like that, everything was ruined. [color=peru]“And you have a terrible sense of… ”[/color] Minerva narrowed her eyes as she choked on her words. [color=peru]“Peaches!”[/color] And she threw the once-bitten peach in Meiyu’s direction. 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