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@Hayazo: Yes. Yes, it is.
Anyways... Anyone not salvaging the ship... Try not to go overboard in the collection of materials, if at all. As for Stekkmen who's out hunting for fish...
Well, all I need to say in the end is that searching will probably eat up maybe two hours or so, given the mess. Both non-salvaging groups can interpret that as they wish.
Anyways... Anyone not salvaging the ship... Try not to go overboard in the collection of materials, if at all. As for Stekkmen who's out hunting for fish...
Well, all I need to say in the end is that searching will probably eat up maybe two hours or so, given the mess. Both non-salvaging groups can interpret that as they wish.
The group of survivors had apparently decided to split itself between two groups--well, three, if they counted that Turk guy diving back into the ocean for some food--which didn't much worry Masaru, in all honesty. At times like these, too many people working on a task was bound for disaster. How did that saying go again? "Too many chefs ruin the pot" or something? Bah, it wasn't as if he was one for proverbs, anyhow.
So... That garuda, the antman, the hunter, and that grumpy little elf had decided to tag along with him to the shipwreck, while everyone that wasn't Turk (or, well, that kitsune girl) had gone off to salvage supplies from the wilds near the beach. He could live with that; after all, it wasn't as if checking that ruined hull out would be an easy job.
"We should probably meet back here once we're all done with whatever it is we're doing. If anyone finds a good place to set up base, bring us there after we return. Won't get us all unless we're all here, right?"
Without asking for any further comments as he walked along, Masaru found it a shorter walk than he had anticipated to get to the ruins of The Arrowhead that had been brought to shore. Well... At least it had washed ashore and not been stuck at the bottom of the sea, right? That hunter had been gathering driftwood from the area soon after waking up (which Masaru found to be kind of a weird thing to do instead of checking for a functional body), so at the very least it was safe to assume that the storm that had tossed everyone off had taken place... Well, close enough to shore.
Damn, that sucked. So close, too.
Standing in front of the wooden vessel now, Masaru noticed that there was a gaping hole in the side of it that was large enough to fit a few people through at once. While convenient, the oni could only imagine how bad the damage was inside.
"Hold on; let me check things out first," he said, holding up a hand before stepping into the shipwreck. Light was filtering into the ship now, thanks to the sun's position and the multitude of holes in the ship. Well... At least it meant that nobody would be stepping on anything nasty any time soon.
"Alright, we're good. Check the place out; we've got a long ways to go."
Upon closer inspection, the place was a freaking MESS. Boxes holding supplies of all sorts were splayed out, the supplies within now tossed all over the ground or missing altogether. As much as this sort of development was to be expected, the fact that it was all still gone now was... Painful.
"Careful, though; broken glass all over the place. I think this was where they were keeping some of the more delicate stuff, so I think there might be a chance that something was kept safe enough for the ride," Masaru sighed, holding a now-shattered bottleneck that somehow managed to still give off the smell of liquor. "...Sadly can't say much about this, though."
Shaking his head, Masaru carefully placed the material to the side before continuing to (slowly) sift through the debris. Alcohol, though...
Maybe they had also kept the food here too? That would be REALLY helpful. But... Well, hopefully it didn't get the taste of the sea soaked into it or get eaten or something else by now. That would seriously... Not be good.
So... That garuda, the antman, the hunter, and that grumpy little elf had decided to tag along with him to the shipwreck, while everyone that wasn't Turk (or, well, that kitsune girl) had gone off to salvage supplies from the wilds near the beach. He could live with that; after all, it wasn't as if checking that ruined hull out would be an easy job.
"We should probably meet back here once we're all done with whatever it is we're doing. If anyone finds a good place to set up base, bring us there after we return. Won't get us all unless we're all here, right?"
Without asking for any further comments as he walked along, Masaru found it a shorter walk than he had anticipated to get to the ruins of The Arrowhead that had been brought to shore. Well... At least it had washed ashore and not been stuck at the bottom of the sea, right? That hunter had been gathering driftwood from the area soon after waking up (which Masaru found to be kind of a weird thing to do instead of checking for a functional body), so at the very least it was safe to assume that the storm that had tossed everyone off had taken place... Well, close enough to shore.
Damn, that sucked. So close, too.
Standing in front of the wooden vessel now, Masaru noticed that there was a gaping hole in the side of it that was large enough to fit a few people through at once. While convenient, the oni could only imagine how bad the damage was inside.
"Hold on; let me check things out first," he said, holding up a hand before stepping into the shipwreck. Light was filtering into the ship now, thanks to the sun's position and the multitude of holes in the ship. Well... At least it meant that nobody would be stepping on anything nasty any time soon.
"Alright, we're good. Check the place out; we've got a long ways to go."
Upon closer inspection, the place was a freaking MESS. Boxes holding supplies of all sorts were splayed out, the supplies within now tossed all over the ground or missing altogether. As much as this sort of development was to be expected, the fact that it was all still gone now was... Painful.
"Careful, though; broken glass all over the place. I think this was where they were keeping some of the more delicate stuff, so I think there might be a chance that something was kept safe enough for the ride," Masaru sighed, holding a now-shattered bottleneck that somehow managed to still give off the smell of liquor. "...Sadly can't say much about this, though."
Shaking his head, Masaru carefully placed the material to the side before continuing to (slowly) sift through the debris. Alcohol, though...
Maybe they had also kept the food here too? That would be REALLY helpful. But... Well, hopefully it didn't get the taste of the sea soaked into it or get eaten or something else by now. That would seriously... Not be good.
@Hayazo: I mentioned this kinda offhandedly earlier, but autumn. Mid autumn.
Masaru let out a sigh of relief as the others seemed to begin rising out of their oceanically-induced slumber. So there were more men (and women!) than corpses among their number after all! It was a miracle enough that this many had survived, given how they were in the middle of the ocean and all that. Maybe the shipwreck nearby had something to do with it. After seeing the kitsune girl (whose name escaped him for the moment) start moving about and checking on everyone else, Masaru decided to do... Well, something that wasn't just standing on the beach.
"So, uh... We're all at least able to move? Good, good. I'd be seriously worried if anyone was unable to even do that much," he said, opting to ignore the sarcastic remark of the human girl complaining nearby. "Though, in retrospect, I'll probably get sick if I keep this set of soaked clothing on. Oughta fix that, or I might be the one unable to move sooner or later."
Without any further formalities, Masaru casually took off his hakama, deciding it better to not remove his shorts for the moment so as to retain a sense of decency and dignity around everyone else. While most of the others were busy recovering to some degree, the lizardman off to the side (what did he say his name was again? Turk or something?) began to talk about setting up a town already. Whoa. Big jump.
"Uh, about that... Maybe we should... I dunno, make sure we can get everything in order before we decide on things like that? We just lost everything we had on board, after all. Well, almost everything."
The elfgirl's cries of exasperation about the loss of goods was something he could relate to, at least. Some quality drink was on board before that mess, but by now some fish were probably tipsy as hell down below... Or something.
A drink would be nice, though. After that mess, he wouldn't really mind.
"But as I was saying... Small steps. I don't much care for lazing around, and though my body aches like hell right now, I'm going to go and check that wooden mess out for any supplies. With the way it is now, it sure as hell won't be getting us back home any time soon. It'd be nice if we could find a place to relax for a while though. Collect ourselves when we get a chance and all that."
With a quick glance over the rest of the group, Masaru nodded before beginning to slowly move himself over to the shipwreck. His oni regeneration would hopefully cause the irritation to subside soon enough... And maybe he wouldn't get splinters aplenty while searching.
Maybe.
"So, uh... We're all at least able to move? Good, good. I'd be seriously worried if anyone was unable to even do that much," he said, opting to ignore the sarcastic remark of the human girl complaining nearby. "Though, in retrospect, I'll probably get sick if I keep this set of soaked clothing on. Oughta fix that, or I might be the one unable to move sooner or later."
Without any further formalities, Masaru casually took off his hakama, deciding it better to not remove his shorts for the moment so as to retain a sense of decency and dignity around everyone else. While most of the others were busy recovering to some degree, the lizardman off to the side (what did he say his name was again? Turk or something?) began to talk about setting up a town already. Whoa. Big jump.
"Uh, about that... Maybe we should... I dunno, make sure we can get everything in order before we decide on things like that? We just lost everything we had on board, after all. Well, almost everything."
The elfgirl's cries of exasperation about the loss of goods was something he could relate to, at least. Some quality drink was on board before that mess, but by now some fish were probably tipsy as hell down below... Or something.
A drink would be nice, though. After that mess, he wouldn't really mind.
"But as I was saying... Small steps. I don't much care for lazing around, and though my body aches like hell right now, I'm going to go and check that wooden mess out for any supplies. With the way it is now, it sure as hell won't be getting us back home any time soon. It'd be nice if we could find a place to relax for a while though. Collect ourselves when we get a chance and all that."
With a quick glance over the rest of the group, Masaru nodded before beginning to slowly move himself over to the shipwreck. His oni regeneration would hopefully cause the irritation to subside soon enough... And maybe he wouldn't get splinters aplenty while searching.
Maybe.
@Decker126: Ah... A bit better, though I'm having a bit more trouble figuring if the face it more humanoid than insectoid or vice versa.
Well, regardless, accepted.
Well, regardless, accepted.
@Savo: The ship is The Arrowhead, not The Amazon. Just sayin'.
Edit: Wait. Your writing confused me for a sec. NEVER MIND, I'M AN IDIOT. I forgot the dude gave nicknames out, but I didn't expect the titles to be written as such. My bad.
Edit: Wait. Your writing confused me for a sec. NEVER MIND, I'M AN IDIOT. I forgot the dude gave nicknames out, but I didn't expect the titles to be written as such. My bad.
Aaaand we're getting the ball rolling!
I decided to start on the boat for stylistic reasons. You're free to introduce as you wish, though.
I decided to start on the boat for stylistic reasons. You're free to introduce as you wish, though.
The sudden jolt from the ship tossing about in the waves caused Masaru (who was still sleeping at the time) to be launched face-first into the wall of his cabin room. The Arrowhead had faced many a calm day at sea, but tonight...
Well, damn. Now his face was hurting from the impact. Nothing seemed broken at the very least, but the fact of the matter was that something big was going down on the ship. And during his sleep, too! How could he get anything done without some proper rest?!
Grumbling to himself as he hopped off his bed and put his hakama on, Masaru was unlucky enough to not catch something to hold on to when the next set of tremors hit. This time, he was tossed off in the opposite direction, his back slapped against the wall before the ship once again returned to normal. If the impact from before hadn't woken him up, this one certainly had.
"Okay, that's it. I'm going to check out whatever the hell's going on outside. Come hell or high water, it's not like I'll be able to close my eyes for a damn moment with all this tossing and turning. Maybe it's a sea monster or something; I can just punch the damn thing, right?!" he fumed, grabbing his pair of knuckles as he opened his door. A few other travelers were also victims, it seemed, but to be honest the oni could care less right now. With a huff, he quickly began to walk down the hall and towards the stairwell, a look of irritation plastered on his face. Just as he reached the stairs, though...
As if on cue, the entire ship seemed to tilt to one side, causing Masaru to stumble and fall towards the wall before he could even take a step forward. What came next, though, caused the oni to pale considerably.
Water. Lots of water.
And that could only mean one thing. The ship was going down.
"Oh, fu--!"
Before he could even finish swearing, the torrent of water swept down on him, dragging him along with it before picking up a few more unwilling passengers on its way down. Struggling to push back, Masaru took a deep breath before struggling with all his might against the flow. Damned if he was going to die out here in the middle of an ocean!
But even his strength wasn't enough to hold out against the ocean's might; it wasn't long after that the constant impacts caused his consciousness to fade to black.
"...Uuuuugh..."
With a groan that rivaled that of a man waking from his drunken stupor, Masaur groggily opened his eyes. The uncomfortable feeling of his wet clothes caused him to grumble a bit before he attempted to push himself off the sand he found himself on.
...
Wait. Sand?!
The shock caused him to leap to his feet, quickly checking over his body to see that nothing was broken.
"Arms... Intact. Legs... Working. Eyes... Moving. Nose... Ah-choo!"
With a sneeze, the oni shot out a bunch of sand that had since found its way into his mouth and nose. Remembering the incident from last night, Masaru's eyes widened in shock before looking around him. A beach...
So he hadn't drowned! Woohoo!
The minor victory against that situation that defied all odds was soon offset, though, by the fact that there were a few notable things about the beach he now found himself on.
One: He wasn't the only one on the beach; a lot of other people he had seen time and time again on the ship were also lying in various positions on the sand, too.
Two: A good chunk of the ship had also made its way to shore. Whether it contained usable stuff or something less favorable... Well, that was to be seen.
And three: It was dawn, and his stomach was EMPTY.
While the oni's thoughts were usually 'start training at the crack of dawn,', this situation didn't seem to accommodate for much of it. Rather...
Well, at the very least, it seemed like the proper thing to do to check if everyone else had survived. Hopefully, he wouldn't be yelling to a bunch of corpses. With a cough to clear his throat (and, as expected, some seawater was still lodged in his lungs), Masaru took a deep breath and, with his hand positioned like a megaphone, shouted:
Admittedly, it wasn't the most rousing of calls, but... Well, if anything, it'd get a reaction of of the people that were alive? If they refused to get up, well... There was some cold water nearby that could be of use.
Well, damn. Now his face was hurting from the impact. Nothing seemed broken at the very least, but the fact of the matter was that something big was going down on the ship. And during his sleep, too! How could he get anything done without some proper rest?!
Grumbling to himself as he hopped off his bed and put his hakama on, Masaru was unlucky enough to not catch something to hold on to when the next set of tremors hit. This time, he was tossed off in the opposite direction, his back slapped against the wall before the ship once again returned to normal. If the impact from before hadn't woken him up, this one certainly had.
"Okay, that's it. I'm going to check out whatever the hell's going on outside. Come hell or high water, it's not like I'll be able to close my eyes for a damn moment with all this tossing and turning. Maybe it's a sea monster or something; I can just punch the damn thing, right?!" he fumed, grabbing his pair of knuckles as he opened his door. A few other travelers were also victims, it seemed, but to be honest the oni could care less right now. With a huff, he quickly began to walk down the hall and towards the stairwell, a look of irritation plastered on his face. Just as he reached the stairs, though...
As if on cue, the entire ship seemed to tilt to one side, causing Masaru to stumble and fall towards the wall before he could even take a step forward. What came next, though, caused the oni to pale considerably.
Water. Lots of water.
And that could only mean one thing. The ship was going down.
"Oh, fu--!"
Before he could even finish swearing, the torrent of water swept down on him, dragging him along with it before picking up a few more unwilling passengers on its way down. Struggling to push back, Masaru took a deep breath before struggling with all his might against the flow. Damned if he was going to die out here in the middle of an ocean!
But even his strength wasn't enough to hold out against the ocean's might; it wasn't long after that the constant impacts caused his consciousness to fade to black.
"...Uuuuugh..."
With a groan that rivaled that of a man waking from his drunken stupor, Masaur groggily opened his eyes. The uncomfortable feeling of his wet clothes caused him to grumble a bit before he attempted to push himself off the sand he found himself on.
...
Wait. Sand?!
The shock caused him to leap to his feet, quickly checking over his body to see that nothing was broken.
"Arms... Intact. Legs... Working. Eyes... Moving. Nose... Ah-choo!"
With a sneeze, the oni shot out a bunch of sand that had since found its way into his mouth and nose. Remembering the incident from last night, Masaru's eyes widened in shock before looking around him. A beach...
So he hadn't drowned! Woohoo!
The minor victory against that situation that defied all odds was soon offset, though, by the fact that there were a few notable things about the beach he now found himself on.
One: He wasn't the only one on the beach; a lot of other people he had seen time and time again on the ship were also lying in various positions on the sand, too.
Two: A good chunk of the ship had also made its way to shore. Whether it contained usable stuff or something less favorable... Well, that was to be seen.
And three: It was dawn, and his stomach was EMPTY.
While the oni's thoughts were usually 'start training at the crack of dawn,', this situation didn't seem to accommodate for much of it. Rather...
Well, at the very least, it seemed like the proper thing to do to check if everyone else had survived. Hopefully, he wouldn't be yelling to a bunch of corpses. With a cough to clear his throat (and, as expected, some seawater was still lodged in his lungs), Masaru took a deep breath and, with his hand positioned like a megaphone, shouted:
"HEY! WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING!"
Admittedly, it wasn't the most rousing of calls, but... Well, if anything, it'd get a reaction of of the people that were alive? If they refused to get up, well... There was some cold water nearby that could be of use.
A month and a few days, I guess.
I was writing with the flow without thinking while writing the prologue, so I accidentally said 'years' instead of 'months'. rip.
It's edited now, though.
So yeah, preparing a post now. Hold on, guys.
@Zapdos: It'll be open for a few more days at minimum, because this is about the time where people start waking up.
Well, you'll see after I post. =3=;;
I was writing with the flow without thinking while writing the prologue, so I accidentally said 'years' instead of 'months'. rip.
It's edited now, though.
So yeah, preparing a post now. Hold on, guys.
@Zapdos: It'll be open for a few more days at minimum, because this is about the time where people start waking up.
Well, you'll see after I post. =3=;;
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