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Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Well, if anything could be said for the damaged airship, at least there was no shortage of work to do. Vanahara followed no path in particular, only generally moving towards the cargo hold, stopping occasionally to help with the repair efforts. The most damage had been done to the outer shell of the ship, but steam pipes had burst from stress, cannons had been clawed out of action, and shards of Storm-stone had splintered right through the walls. Until Hayes gave the all-clear to step outside, Vana knew she'd be more effective if she dealt with the internal issues first. She stood at one such fracture now.

"On three," the sergeant barked, and Vanahara nodded with the two other crewmen by her sides. "One, two--three!" With a heave, the four strained to bend the thick sheets of metal back towards the jagged tear that an enraged drake had ripped clean through a wall. Vana's arms strained as she pushed both sections flat, one hand on each edge as the crewmen helped keep it from springing back out of shape. When the torn edges slid together with a screech, Vana let go of one side and slowly passed her palm over the messy seam. As her hand moved away, a smoothly mended surface was revealed.

The crewmen stepped away, watching warily for signs of fractures, but the repair held. The sergeant nodded and clapped Vanahara on the shoulder.

"My thanks, mage," she said approvingly. "Appreciate the help. Although I think Simmons over on the starboard side steamworks would appreciate it more..."

Vanahara nodded in reply, working the kinks out of her shoulders. As she turned, her hand fell to her belt pouch, reflexively checking that its contents were still secure for later study. She moved away without another word, heading for the next minor catastrophe--or the mess hall, if that particular summons went out. It had been a long day, and right now, even the beige slop from the galley would taste like sweet ambrosia.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Hannah helped Silas get his things into the grav locker, inputting the lock code just as the cargo hatch began to close. She grinned—she loved takeoff. Up in the black, nothing ever really felt fast like it did when they were breaking the atmosphere.

"Here, Mister Fairbanks," she said as the cargo hold pressurized for liftoff. "Buckle up." She grabbed the 'buckles' in question from a tangle hanging on a hook at the side of the hold—in reality, just heavy-duty bungee cords. She held one out to him, and clipped another to the buckle of her own belt—not exactly safe, or all that secure, but it would stop her from getting thrown across the room, at least. Honestly, the only other ship Hannah had ever been on, she'd traveled in a crate—this seemed perfectly safe to her.

And a good thing too—April took off with her usual flair, and Hannah cheered as her feet flew out from underneath her. She was suspended for a moment by the bungee cord tethered to the back of her belt, and then the artificial gravity asserted itself and her feet came crashing back to the deck. Unhooking the cord with the air of long practice, she smoothly stuck out hands and feet from her position to one side of the hold to catch crates and barrels rolling. When she had to resort to ducking and catching a falling sheaf of documents on her back, she started whistling again, rolling them back to their proper places.

When she was done, Hannah dusted off her hands and turned back to Silas with a bright smile. "And that's liftoff!" she said cheerfully. "Care to take the tour? There's really not much to see, but it's good to know where you eat, yknow?"

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Vanahara gritted her teeth when Hayes told them to brace themselves. She let herself fall backward the few inches to the wall, bracing herself with her feet as with a press of her palms, the metal links of her belt at her back melded with the metal plating on the wall—as secure a hold as she could make. She kept her damaged ankle slightly raised and grabbed a nearby pipe for good measure, and a good thing too—as the ship slammed into the ground, it was only her grip that kept her from bouncing right off the floor.

When the dust settled—literally—Vana released her belt from the wall and gingerly put her weight on both feet. Not that bad, then—not nearly as bad as the Firesmith girl who looked like she'd gotten a claw right through her shoulder. Commander Hayes was already moving away to attend to the rest of the ship, and as much as she'd like to follow him, Vana knew she should take care of her own injuries first.

"I'll take you up on that, Nightshade," she said, voice coming out rough as it always did. "Don't have more than scratches." She propped herself against the wall again and lifted her foot, pulling off her boot and the quick bandage she'd wrapped around her ankle with little more than a wince. The bandage was dotted with blood, but the teeth marks in a ring around her ankle were little more than needle holes, and thank Karina they hadn't nicked any tendons. As for her burned arms, Vanahara peeled her newly unlaced bracers away from the patches of red, painful skin with a hiss of air the only sign as to pain, inspecting them clinically and nodding when she was satisfied that Ling's potion would be able to heal the two small patches of burned skin at her inner elbows. She looked up, offering a nod as she took the proffered potion, dabbing as little as possible onto a clean section of the now wadded-up bandage and rubbing it into her injuries as she'd seen Ling do.

Within moments, the burns at her arms eased and the punctures in her ankle were closing. Vanahara gave a glimmer of a smile in approval as she handed the potion back, pulling on her boot and re-tightening her bracers with quick, practiced movements. She glanced down at the Firesmith clutching her shoulder, and with a sigh leaned down to haul her to her feet—using the uninjured arm, of course.

"Master Smith is down that way," she said shortly, pointing down the hall at Alamar's retreating (stumbling) back. "Follow her." After making sure that Silvana was firmly on her feet and wasn't about to fall over, she gave her one more clap on the undamaged shoulder and turned away. Vana headed in the opposite direction, following the clank of retreating footsteps to somewhere she could properly touch the hull and try to straighten out some of the damage.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

"Fifty cal," Hannah said dreamily. Lord above, she loved fifty calibers. Not only did they mean big guns, and big guns were her one true love, but they also made excellent hand-to-hand weapons in the right situation. She herself was too small to do much damage with a punch, but get any kind of force behind a .50 Browning bullet and it was gonna go through flesh.

She shook herself, tossing sandy hair out of her eyes as she smiled at the new passenger and pumped his hand enthusiastically. "Silas! I'll remember that. And I can take care of the rocket launchers and the lasers, don't you worry about that. Y'know, the other day I managed to get my hands on—"

"Hannah, get the boy settled in and stow the explosives. I don’t want another 'whoops boom' in the cargo bay!”

Hannah cut herself off, flushing red and wincing as she dropped his hand. "That only happened once," she mumbled, scuffing her toe on the floor. "...maybe twice," she amended, then shook her head again, calling over her shoulder, "Aye-aye, Cap'n!" She turned, beckoning Silas forward as she headed towards the grav lockers—specifically installed to keep ordinance safe during flight.

"You can put your gear in here," she said, inputting the passcode on one of the lockers and swinging the door open. It was the emptiest one they had, and even then, there were a few suspicious-looking boxes with 'Keep Out Please :)' written in Hannah's handwriting. She looked back to Silas, smiling at him. "Here, I'll help you with some of the boxes before we start the grand tour."

Benny waltzed by, saying something about her safe, and as usual, Hannah gave him her usual bright smile and wave. He never reciprocated, as far as she could tell, but she'd like to think it made him a little happier on the inside. Deep, deep inside.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

The distance from the railing to the hatch felt like ten miles rather than meters. Vanahara gritted her teeth, against the wind, against the harpy trying to claw its way to her arm, against the shield itself that wanted to drip out of shape with every break in her concentration. She just had to get the hydromancers and herself down the hatch, and then she could take on the rest. The bird-monster latched onto her shield drove its beak into her shield, and the metal buckled around it, a sharp dent punching through right at eye level; with a growl, Vanahara punched back, the strange Storm metal responding instantly and spiking right through the back of the harpy's throat.

The heavy corpse dropped, and she moved backwards, her back to Eve and Nataly as she watched warily for more attackers. She moved as fast as she could, ushering the two ice mages behind her into a sprint for the hatch. Even at full speed, though, the drakes were faster. One came in low, and with the shield raised to protect the hydromancers from a stream of fire, Vanahara didn't see it until it was too late. Jaws fastened around her ankle, pulling upward, and she fell backward as she bit down on a sound of pain. The teeth piercing her leg were enough to break her concentration, and the metal shield dissolved around her arm, splashing to the ground as if molten hot even as frost crawled across its surface. Vana bared her teeth and lashed out with her other foot, kicking the other drake square on the nose and forcing it to release her.

She landed hard, the breath huffing out of her, but she forced herself to keep moving. Her left hand had landed in the puddle that was all that remained of her shield, and on instinct, she lifted her hand and threw it out. A cluster of glass-sharp shards of metal flew out from her fingers and embedded themselves in the drake's eyes. Its scream ricocheted in her ears, but Vana didn't stick around to see it die—she scrambled to her feet, and in a few long strides she jumped down the hatch after the hydromancers, quickly slicing the rope tied at her waist with the blade of her gauntlet.

With everyone inside, she turned, raising her hands and curling them into fists as she brought them down, slamming the hatch closed. She waited an extra moment, clenching her hands tighter, as a few points on the metal hatch spot-welded to the frame seemingly of their own accord—the extra reinforcement they sorely needed. Shaking her hands out from where they were starting to prickle with overuse, she reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a length of cotton. She stood on one foot and raised the other to quickly wrap the fabric tightly around the sluggishly bleeding punctures on her ankle. With a quick pass of her hand, she also stowed away the prize she'd managed to hold onto—she'd look at it later.

"I'll open it later," she said shortly, glancing up at the secured hatch, favoring her undamaged foot as she turned again. "Sir, I should get to the engine room. Much more of this stress and pipes could fracture—a leak will slow us down drastically." If she was still barred from the engine room, then she'd go where Commander Hayes ordered her, but there wasn't much more she could do for the hull if the hydromancers were safe.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Hannah had been returning to the cargo hold when she heard her name in the buzz of conversation—she paused at the doors to the catwalk that led down into the hold, head cocked to one side as she listened further. A new passenger? She brightened, careening down the ramp past the Captain and finally skidding to a stop with her hands clasped behind her back. April had emerged from the bowels of the engines, apparently, and was talking with the Companion who had been onboard for a while now. Hannah always felt like a bumbling elephant around the elegant woman—she wished she had that kind of grace and charm. She gave a little wave to Preacher, too; she wasn't devout by any means, but she'd been raised on Christ and bourbon and she kept up both traditions.

"Hi!" she said brightly, holding out a hand to shake to the newcomer. "Hannah, that's me. I can show you your bunk and the mess and all that. You said you had ammo? What kinds? I'm always looking for more. Got any large calibers?"

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

i was waiting on @Narcotic Dollie but if they're out for a bit i could post next.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

"Sure thing, Captain!" Hannah chirped pleasantly as the white-haired woman berated the crew. She took the Captain's tough love in stride; she'd been taking it in stride for years, after all. She was pretty sure it wasn't actual anger. ...pretty sure.

The pint-sized space pirate didn't try to jump in on the ship part wrangling—she was no engineer. Instead, she continued on her path into the ship, whistling cheerfully as she walked up the cargo ramp, arms wrapped around a wooden crate almost as big as her torso. Anyone peeking between the slats would see smaller metal boxes marked 'munitions' and 'warning: explosives' with faded block letters. It almost didn't seem possible, looking at the round, sweet face of the person carrying it, but there must be at least fifty sticks of dynamite in there.

Her favorite kind of cargo—especially if she got to surprise the captain with it later. Hannah kept up the jaunty tune as she proceeded into the ship, planning on taking her load straight to her bunk. These kind of incendiaries would be safe away from prying eyes...and she could attend to them privately later. Not that she was weird about explosives, or anything, she just...gave them special attention. She waved to the preacher as she passed through the bridge, smiling slightly to herself. Soon, they'd be getting off this dustball planet, and back up in the black.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

honestly, i think even if you keep them out of combat and 'reliable help,' their existence will still establish them in world, and it looks like even that contradicts the setting. it might be better to just trash the idea—being a capable Weaver with knowledge of the Scar via original experiments is definitely unique enough.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

will the IC be going up tonight or tomorrow?