"I have kept all of your qualifications in mind for the positions I though of for each of you. There are some jobs that there are multiple good candidates for, and others that none of you will probably be good for. Still, we'll make due with what we have. As long as you all can act cohesively, this ship will run just fine. There are still a few that need to get their lazy tails over here, but for now, I might as well start with some of the more certain positions." Sharee said, standing up from her chair and walking over to Serge, snapping her fingers in front of him to grab his attention.
"I got one for you, ladies-man." She said sarcastically. "The position of quartermaster is the highest ranking on the ship, apart from me. In that role, you're pretty much in charge of taking care of the crew. Your job would be to keep everyone working well together. You have to deal with all their problems, and you'll inevitably end up with both their praises and complaints. Depending on how good you are at it, they'll either love you, or want to have you hanged. It's a lot of work, but you're trained, disciplined, and overall qualified. You accept the role and you'll be second in command of the men and women of this crew, as long as you can stop staring at their tails long enough to do it. So, will you take it?"
"That's quite the honor, Captain." Serge responded, "I'll gladly accept." Serge looked over at Noelle again, "You hear that? I'm the quartermaster." The Breton said childishly.
Sarel let an obnoxious laughter slip out. "I've got fifty septims down that he'll be walking the plank in a week. You want in on that Malakaus?"
Serge quickly turned to his friend, falsely incredulous. "Oi, have some respect for your quartermaster! I'll throw you in the brig, and all that." Serge was briefly distracted by the same grapes Sarel was earlier. "We do have a brig, don't we?" Serge asked over his palm-full of grapes.
"If we do, it'll probably see more use as a game parlor than anything else. Jail cells are the only appropriate place to throw dice." Sarel said half jokingly.
"If memory serves me, we do have a room on the bottom deck that can serve that purpose. If we ever take prisoners, or if any of the crew starts causing trouble, that's where they'll go." Sharee commented before looking at Serge with an intimidating glare, one that he wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was serious or joking. "Except you. Since you have all this power, I naturally have to hold you to a higher standard. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If you start causing trouble, I won't lock you in a cell, I'll lock you up in my quarters for the night, and I promise it won't be nearly as...pleasurable as that would normally entail."
Before Serge could give a response, Sharee turned from him towards Sarel. "Now, as for the next position, you said you know quite a lot about ships and sailing, right Sarel? A fair number of our sailors are good with repairs, but right now, we don't have an officer organizing them. We need a boatswain to be in charge of organizing all the maintenance for the ship. Can you handle that?"
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Sam grabbed Stevie and gave her a tight hug, holding her close. "We'll figure it out. We've handled everything so far, we'll just have to prepare. This week, we'll do our best to find out how to hold off our wolf forms. Hopefully, we can figure it out enough that we can get through the visit. If not, we'll have to figure something else out. Maybe make a compelling excuse about why it can't happen. I don't know, but we have time, plenty of time to figure it all out. For now...let's just go. We can stop by the store, pick up a few things, then head off into the forest."
"Well, like I said, the biggest thing was the mammoth, but I've killed plenty of other creatures. Ogres, minotaurs, all sorts of things. I think you have ogres here, so you should know what that is. Minotaurs are like ogres, but with the head of a bull...or, well, you probably don't know what that is either. They stand like an ogre, but have giant horns are are smart enough to use clubs, or even hammers. One of those is strong enough to take down any of these houses with just its hands, so obviously, they are tough to kill. Clean strike to the throat will do it just fine, though." Lorag answered. He couldn't say much about the specifics of his hunts without lying, since most of them involved at least one werewolf, but he still didn't mind talking about it.
Kaleeth stared intently at Janius as she concentrated on his words. This time, she got enough of them to figure out what he was saying. "Oh, I, uh...learning. I learning hunting. Learn to feed village, keep family safe. Not easy. Marsh is, marsh is..." She began, trying to think of the right word for what she wanted to say. "...danger-filled. Important job, though. You hunt too, you say? You have job like mine? You...you want hunt with me? Teach me about hunting?"
Some of the villagers thought Sabine's behavior was strange, but at least it helped demonstrate why the pack was even at the village to begin with. "She does not seem well. I have never seen the Hist communicate with a Human before, but I do not doubt that it is possible. The Hist's influence spans all of our world; I do not see why that would not include other races as well. If she is able to pass her trials, I suppose you will see." Julneen commented.
Kaleeth stared intently at Janius as she concentrated on his words. This time, she got enough of them to figure out what he was saying. "Oh, I, uh...learning. I learning hunting. Learn to feed village, keep family safe. Not easy. Marsh is, marsh is..." She began, trying to think of the right word for what she wanted to say. "...danger-filled. Important job, though. You hunt too, you say? You have job like mine? You...you want hunt with me? Teach me about hunting?"
Some of the villagers thought Sabine's behavior was strange, but at least it helped demonstrate why the pack was even at the village to begin with. "She does not seem well. I have never seen the Hist communicate with a Human before, but I do not doubt that it is possible. The Hist's influence spans all of our world; I do not see why that would not include other races as well. If she is able to pass her trials, I suppose you will see." Julneen commented.
Normally, Lorag would want to avoid talking too much to strangers, especially children, but fortunately for the boy, he hit on a topic that Lorag could talk for hours about: his own exploits. "Heh, you want to hear stories about what I've killed? Ever heard of a mammoth? They live up in Skyrim. Tough beasts, bigger than your huts, with thick fur, tough skin, and tusks longer than you are tall. They have trunks, somethin' like a really long nose, that they can swing around with enough force to crush a man. Didn't scare me, though. Took almost a half an hour of fighting to wear it down, but I did. I killed that behemoth and got enough meat to feed a small army." Lorag explained, making sure to leave out the part where he killed it in werewolf form. He was rather enjoying the chance to build up his ego a bit more.
Kaleeth-Rei looked at Janius with a confused expression. He spoke quickly, and it was clear that she did not understand everything he said. She was able to pick out a few parts, however, and one of them made her grin. "I..not understand everything. Sorry. But, you say I am...beautiful woman?" She asked, appearing to be flattered. "You are...beautiful man, too." She said in an attempt to give him a compliment in return, though evidently, she did not know the word "handsome."
"I told you it made sense, Julneen." The woman remarked after Fendros' explanation.
The farmer gave a slight grunt towards her, then went back to speaking to Fendros, being sure to speak slowly enough that his words could be interpreted. "Well, may your time together be sunned and warm. Anyway, you ask about our lives here? There is little more than you see here. We travel across the marsh with the seasons to avoid the rivers' floods, in which we are mostly successful. I am one who tends to our crops. We grow fast-growing plants to supplement the meat from our hunters. They can survive all but the strongest of floods and can keep us fed when beasts prove hard to find. Otherwise, we honor the Hist and give our respect to Sithis. We sometimes have to fight against beast or bandit, but as you can see, none have had the strength to destroy us so far."
Kaleeth-Rei looked at Janius with a confused expression. He spoke quickly, and it was clear that she did not understand everything he said. She was able to pick out a few parts, however, and one of them made her grin. "I..not understand everything. Sorry. But, you say I am...beautiful woman?" She asked, appearing to be flattered. "You are...beautiful man, too." She said in an attempt to give him a compliment in return, though evidently, she did not know the word "handsome."
"I told you it made sense, Julneen." The woman remarked after Fendros' explanation.
The farmer gave a slight grunt towards her, then went back to speaking to Fendros, being sure to speak slowly enough that his words could be interpreted. "Well, may your time together be sunned and warm. Anyway, you ask about our lives here? There is little more than you see here. We travel across the marsh with the seasons to avoid the rivers' floods, in which we are mostly successful. I am one who tends to our crops. We grow fast-growing plants to supplement the meat from our hunters. They can survive all but the strongest of floods and can keep us fed when beasts prove hard to find. Otherwise, we honor the Hist and give our respect to Sithis. We sometimes have to fight against beast or bandit, but as you can see, none have had the strength to destroy us so far."
"Yeah, that would be best, probably. Well, actually I don't even know if I could handle it. I had a bit of difficulty just then as well. Maybe...maybe it would be best if I just got some ground beef from the supermarket. Go somewhere where all the meat is kept in nice, airtight packages. I think I'll do that." As he started to help her stand to her feet, he heard Stevie's ringtone. As much as he wanted to ignore it and let her recover, they really couldn't afford to let their friends and family know that anything was amiss. Quickly, he grabbed her phone and handed it to her. "I'm sorry, just..just try to sound like nothing is wrong."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Stevie's transformation subsided. She seemed in pain from the ordeal, but she was alright. Sam was glad they had averted a potential crisis. Their last incident in the apartments had caused their neighbors a fright due to the howling. Many were convinced there were wolves in the area, and a few had even contacted animal control. They still were not suspicious about what was really going on, but he knew they could not afford many more incidents. They needed to learn to control this, and quickly. He held her close and did his best to comfort her. "Don't worry, Stevie, we're going to go out, and we're going to learn to control this. I swear."
Did she end up transforming fully at any point, or was it only partial?
Edit: nevermind, reread it.
Edit: nevermind, reread it.
Sam felt helpless as he watched Stevie's transformation slowly proceed. Her claws lengthened, her teeth and snout started to grow, and the threads in her clothing started to tear as she grew too large for them. He wanted to help, to find a way to stop it, but he had to focus mostly on reigning in his beast. Right now, when she turned, the only thing there would be to distract her would be himself. If both of them turned, then there would be nothing to stop them from breaking out of the apartment and revealing themselves to the world. "I'm sorry Stevie, just eat and...try to be calm. I'll be here for you, don't worry. I'll always be here."
Meesei nodded back to the man. "Yes, he can speak, he is just a quiet person. He also does not speak any Jel, as some of my friends do, so he cannot understand us. If you wish to speak to him, I can interpret between you."
"That's unfortunate. I suppose my limited knowledge of Cyrodilic will have to suffice. Who knows, maybe I can help teach you a little Jel?" Kaleeth said, though she wasn't precisely sure why she said anything aloud. It wasn't as if he understood what she was saying. "You from Sssee-ro-dil? I've not left Black Marsh...before. You. greet. with. kiss?" She said, shrugging her shoulders before returning the gesture.She felt that it was strange to greet people with a kiss, but she really didn't understand Imperial culture at all. Unlike Janius, however, she did not understand the specifics of his gesture and simply gave him a kiss straight on the lips, oblivious that anything was wrong. "Greet-ings" She said with a lighthearted chuckle. "You. like. Black Marsh?"
Those listening to Fendros' explanation seemed genuinely interested, even if some still seemed uneasy and suspicious, perhaps not at Fendros specifically, but the group in general. Many of the hunters watching them had not let up in their suspicious glared, and they likely wouldn't. They were the protectors of the village, so they could not afford to let down their guard. Just as the farmer was about to respond to Fendros, one woman brought up her concerns about Ahnasha. When she whispered into Reanaseer's ear, she gave a bit of a chuckle. Apparently, she at least understood what was really going on with the Khajiit.
"She is wondering why you appear bloated. We do not give birth in the same way you do, so many here do not understand what...pregnancy is like for other races." Reanaseer explained.
Ahnasha wasn't exactly sure what to think about it at first, but after thinking about it for a few moments, she did find the situation sort of funny. She guessed she really couldn't blame them for not understanding. After all, as she glanced over to the nests of eggs sitting in pools of sap under the tree nearby, she supposed their biology seemed strange to her. "Non-Argonians do not lay eggs like you do. For us, our children live inside of us until it is time for them to be born. I will be having my child in a few months." She explained.
Once Reanaseer translated, the woman mumbled in Jel to her friend beside her for a moment, then returned with another question. "That seems so strange. If you wait so long with your child in your body, it would have to be painful for it to get out. Who is the father of your child? Are there more Khajiit in your group who are not here?"
Ahnasha shook her head. "No, the father of my child is not Khajiit." She said, taking the hand of Fendros beside her. "Fendros is."
Ahnasha's explanation created a bit of a stir between the villagers listening to them. They spoke amongst themselves for a few moments in Jel before one of them, the farmer, spoke up enough to warrant Reanaseer translating. "Really? I did not even know that was possible. You mean Dunmer are willing to mate with Khajiit? That certainly does not match the stories I have heard of you."
Once the farmer finished speaking, another young woman interjected. "No, I think it makes sense. I remember the stories of some Dunmer slave owners falling in love with and running away with Saxhleel their families placed in bondage. I do not see why it would be different for Khajiit."
The farmer cocked his head to the side slightly as he looked over to the woman. "Yes, but he said the Dunmer no longer keep slaves, so I don't see how that applies here."
The woman let out a sigh. "Julneen, by the Hist you can be dense at times. I didn't mean that she was a slave, I meant that it makes sense that he could become her mate, since similar things have happened in the past." She clarified, with Reanaseer giving a chuckle as she interpreted.
"That's unfortunate. I suppose my limited knowledge of Cyrodilic will have to suffice. Who knows, maybe I can help teach you a little Jel?" Kaleeth said, though she wasn't precisely sure why she said anything aloud. It wasn't as if he understood what she was saying. "You from Sssee-ro-dil? I've not left Black Marsh...before. You. greet. with. kiss?" She said, shrugging her shoulders before returning the gesture.She felt that it was strange to greet people with a kiss, but she really didn't understand Imperial culture at all. Unlike Janius, however, she did not understand the specifics of his gesture and simply gave him a kiss straight on the lips, oblivious that anything was wrong. "Greet-ings" She said with a lighthearted chuckle. "You. like. Black Marsh?"
Those listening to Fendros' explanation seemed genuinely interested, even if some still seemed uneasy and suspicious, perhaps not at Fendros specifically, but the group in general. Many of the hunters watching them had not let up in their suspicious glared, and they likely wouldn't. They were the protectors of the village, so they could not afford to let down their guard. Just as the farmer was about to respond to Fendros, one woman brought up her concerns about Ahnasha. When she whispered into Reanaseer's ear, she gave a bit of a chuckle. Apparently, she at least understood what was really going on with the Khajiit.
"She is wondering why you appear bloated. We do not give birth in the same way you do, so many here do not understand what...pregnancy is like for other races." Reanaseer explained.
Ahnasha wasn't exactly sure what to think about it at first, but after thinking about it for a few moments, she did find the situation sort of funny. She guessed she really couldn't blame them for not understanding. After all, as she glanced over to the nests of eggs sitting in pools of sap under the tree nearby, she supposed their biology seemed strange to her. "Non-Argonians do not lay eggs like you do. For us, our children live inside of us until it is time for them to be born. I will be having my child in a few months." She explained.
Once Reanaseer translated, the woman mumbled in Jel to her friend beside her for a moment, then returned with another question. "That seems so strange. If you wait so long with your child in your body, it would have to be painful for it to get out. Who is the father of your child? Are there more Khajiit in your group who are not here?"
Ahnasha shook her head. "No, the father of my child is not Khajiit." She said, taking the hand of Fendros beside her. "Fendros is."
Ahnasha's explanation created a bit of a stir between the villagers listening to them. They spoke amongst themselves for a few moments in Jel before one of them, the farmer, spoke up enough to warrant Reanaseer translating. "Really? I did not even know that was possible. You mean Dunmer are willing to mate with Khajiit? That certainly does not match the stories I have heard of you."
Once the farmer finished speaking, another young woman interjected. "No, I think it makes sense. I remember the stories of some Dunmer slave owners falling in love with and running away with Saxhleel their families placed in bondage. I do not see why it would be different for Khajiit."
The farmer cocked his head to the side slightly as he looked over to the woman. "Yes, but he said the Dunmer no longer keep slaves, so I don't see how that applies here."
The woman let out a sigh. "Julneen, by the Hist you can be dense at times. I didn't mean that she was a slave, I meant that it makes sense that he could become her mate, since similar things have happened in the past." She clarified, with Reanaseer giving a chuckle as she interpreted.
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