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Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

Kaiden watched Sabatine walk away, envious of her being able to walk straight past the vultures outside without so much as a glance. He couldn't even stay on the ship and pass the time playing cards with Bushman and Harwen. He was about to make some excuse to the Captain about rechecking the rigging or making sure on the ionization levels of the ship's life support systems, but he realized how futile it would be. The crew he'd trained were impeccable and no doubt had everything well under way in accordance with the Captain himself. That left Kaiden with only one option.

"Aye sir." He replied, and decided to suck it up. He was certain he wouldn't spend the entirety of his stay in the den of some backwater baron's home.

"Tilda?" He asked, but before he should respond he held his arm out for her to slide hers within. "Take my arm. You're going to be my date tonight." Captain Micha had already toddled off after Kaiden had agreed to his request, which was just fine in Kaiden's book. He didn't know if Micha was inclined to order such a thing, but Kaiden had known superior officers who had suggested he remain single or without a female companion simply because it made him that much more attractive to befriend by nobles looking to marry out their daughters.

"Once we walk out there, don't speak unless someone speaks to you." He advised. "Not because of any lack of worthiness, fear not. I just don't trust you not to fuck me over."

He said it with such a casual tone that he could tell she didn't quite catch what he had said until they were already on the ramp. He didn't know if she was offended or amused as he didn't even look her way. He knew how to appear royal when need be, giving off an air of aloof disinterest with the occasional meeting of the eyes to who he figured were the more esteemed people of the crowd, inclining his head every so often.

It took him all of five minutes to have his entire night completely booked, his first stop being the estate of Bernacock Dickerman, a man with a very unfortunate name. Kaiden wasn't certain he could keep his cool for the entirety of the night, as it seemed the fellow was holding a large get-together where evidently Kaiden was the prized guest. He hoped Tilda was keeping her composure...

The Blackwood Chronicles (WIP title)

I didn't think I'd get this much interest, but yeah everyone can apply!

As of now that's 10 people giving interest and I wanted 3 or 4 so it seems there's going to be some competition. I'll probably have the OOC up by tomorrow but if that's not the case, then certainly before the weekend.

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

Kaiden had the same neutral visage plastered on his face, though he imagined he was looking slightly less amused than Sabatine. He might enjoy free food and good intelligent company, but he'd be far better off carousing rather than having to use a certain fork to eat what likely tasted a modicum better than the food he'd receive in far better company. That, and truthfully it irked him to be given special treatment due to his familial heritage. He'd have to treat them in a manner similar to how Sabatine treated Tilda, only with a bit more grace. It wouldn't do to have bad relations with the local populace because he shoved the member of a prominent family.

Kaiden didn't know if Tilda was now going to insist on him going, or if God forbid Captain Micha did. He supposed he would need a date if that was the case, but he still held out hope he could slip away quietly or give a firm no before any order was given. Better to apologize later than admit defeat now.

"Great..." He remarked sarcastically, lamenting the political indications of the 'Friendship of the Republic.' "I will cross that bridge when I come to it."

Clearing his throat, he looked at the ground for a brief moment contemplating Lieutenant Sabatine's request. He wasn't going to give her a negative answer out of spite, as much as he had the urge at times. The Port and Starboard crews had worked tirelessly as the aft and bow, but it was true they had required a bit more maintenance due to a few electrical complications, and from no fault of their own. In fact they had fixed it quicker than he could have imagined and the ship had not slowed a bit.

He didn't wish to show favoritism, or show that he was inclined to agree with Sabatine at every turn. But likely there was no fear of that, and decided to speak for Captain Micha since the officer had deigned to remain busy at this point in time.

"As for your request, it's granted. We'll give Port and Starboard liberty for now." The Prince said, tucking a wave of his hair handsome, dark hair back into line. "We'll be planetside plenty of time to give everyone a fair shot at relaxation. Make sure you're among them, Lieutenant. You're no use to the Captain or I overworked, is that understood?"

It looked as if Captain Micha was nearing the end of his delay, his voice growing closer within the corridor.

Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

Sorry for the delay. I will update the game tomorrow night!

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Edgar had not flown for many years, though he used to fly often in the 60's and 70's. It had been as pleasant as he'd remembered with a quiet time to read, free food, and someone to pass the time with, with a game. Mael wasn't exactly the best poet or guesser, but Edgar enjoyed it all the same. Making up new riddles on the spot was a pasttime of his, and it always put him in at least an amiable mood compared to his normal, grumpy state of being.

He had halted at a Wendy's after the plane had landed, getting a 4 for 4 double stack to enjoy. He found himself particularly hungry, and impressively he was able to keep his food bag held in one arm, scarfing down the four food items he'd procured with his other without magical aid. Spells took dexterity after all, and he had it in spades. He strode briskly to the baggage claim to make certain no one left him, not that he wouldn't have been able to find or teleport to them in some form or fashion, given sufficient time to sit down and check his spellbook.

The wizard was just scarfing down the last of his chicken nuggets when he saw a most curious scene. Clive was running down a man holding what Edgar assumed to be Clive's bag, with Mael and Eleanor already there attempting to aid him in their own way. Edgar had always been a man of action, but that was mostly before he'd turned 150. Now he rather preferred to let his teammates do the overt activities lest he out himself as a mage in the middle of Seattle-Tachoma International Airport baggage claim.

He decided to finish his fries as he watched what unfolded, before tossing the bag into the trash. The wizard patted himself off in case any crumbs clung to his robes, casually slipping his hand into his large sleeve. One would have to be watching him carefully to see the old man pull his walking staff out of his sleeve, as if it had always been within his grasp. He clicked the ground with it twice and began to walk, making his way over to Clive to see if there was any expertise he could provide.

Hider

Edgar eats Wendy's, decides not to help until he's finished his food. After he inhales his snack, he begins to approach Clive with his staff readied.

The Blackwood Chronicles (WIP title)

Everyone will get a chance to try, at least!

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

The two Lieutenants spent the next few hours sorting through all of them, with almost little to no verbal interaction. Once they had gotten underway, Kaiden had not found it particularly unpleasant. Maybe they could work together on the same ship, though there would always be that emotional scar tissue just waiting to be reopened. He wasn't certain if he hoped she felt the same. Sometimes it was easier to quantify the world when he knew someone was perpetually pissed at him.

The next two days flew by relatively quickly, and he saw Sabatine only in passing during that time. Kaiden spent the days getting to know the crew he'd never worked with before. He met with Helenna Graving for a bit, discussing her job and making pleasantries before finding Howarth, Danzetti, and Byron all in a betting match to see if Klave or Capereill would win at arm wrestling, best 3 out of five. Kaiden hadn't known the two men long, but he could read people. He knew Capereill likely worked out every day to compensate for his diminutive stature, and as he suspected it gave him the win. The next few hours he spoke to the men and even met them along with Helenna the next day in the mess hall, sitting somewhat close to Sabatine but not really speaking to her.

But that was all in the last few cycles. Kaiden currently stood at the ready as the Vickie's exit bay depressurized, opening up on Errhai herself, the most populous world in this backwater system. It only had about fifty million people on-world, but that was enough to be worthy of protection. It might not be the very heart of the Cinnabar nation, but he wished he felt more pride. The Prince simply wished to walk out into the planetary sun's rays and feel fresh air on his skin. Though he knew protocol. Captain Micha would disembark first, and the man was still on the bridge speaking to the Bosun.

Behind Kaiden, Tilda poked her head past his shoulder to try and see outside of the ship. The woman had been attached to his hip ever since they had gotten on board, save for when he gave her the slip to meet the other crew. He hated being crowded, but she had been a good conversationalist, and they'd even flirted occasionally. He knew the woman was either going to be the death of his career or the most fun he'd had in years. Likely both, considering his contrasting luck.

"You're not a reporter anymore, but I see you're as curious as ever." The Prince remarked, arms crossed. Until the Captain approached, he'd be at ease.

"Are you not? I hear this is an interesting little system. I never really had the stomach for travel, but I love making it to the destinations." She confessed, seemingly even more eager than Kaiden to step off of the Vickie. "I plan to peruse the nightlife a bit when I'm off hours, or at least see if there's any good local drinks. You wouldn't care to join me, would you?"

Kaiden shook his head, trying not to smirk. "Is that professionally, or-"

"If it was professional, it wouldn't be off hours." She teased, flying past Kaiden opening his mouth to speak. "Besides, I think we both can use a little unwinding."

"I-" He started, until Sabatine walked into the exit bay as she had been summoned. Kaiden regarded her and gave a casual salute, more out of a greeting than anything. She might have to salute to him, but it was always good for ranking officers to return the favor unless in the midst of a battle.
@Penny

Damned to the Depths

Markus had to dive out of a screaming tail's path, the appendage sticking into the stone floor where he had been not a moment before with a powerful 'thik'! Markus caught himself against a pillar, trying to steady his body as the other unstuck Scorpion scuttled across the barren floor, chasing the men who futily tried to keep at it bay with archaic pole weapons. The cutthroat with a dismembered arm vaguely shambled along, searching for his lost arm. Markus could tell he was in shock, but he guessed it didn't matter. He seemed unaware of his surroundings, showcased by when the Scorpion passed him again and casually clipped him in half with it's massive pincer, causing his comrades to cry out in alarm.

Markus turned and saw Calliope stab the monster in its 'torso' area from the otherside of the beast. He pushed off from the pillar and charged it just as its stinger flew free, 'whapping' against the ceiling above. It turned to swipe at Calliope, but the sorceress had already danced back. The blademage leaped, his Morcedyvve blade leading with a powerful chop to the thing's leg, like into the thickest part of its patella. He only cracked a bit of the ligament, but foul pus began to leak out of its appendage.

The thing suddenly scuttled backwards, crawling right over Markus to flatten him. The swordsman was bowled over onto the floor, smelling the thing's horrible odor and seeing the alien-like smaller arms working independently like tiny machines. He nearly gagged, knowing he hadn't a moment to spare. He thrust his sword up into the thing's thorax, and the Scorpion emitted a high pitched screech and raised itself further above the floor to rend the blade out of itself.

Markus obliged, pulling his sword out and rolling out from under the thing before it crushed him. He coughed, and saw Calliope grinning wickedly as she watched it writhe in pain, loose strands of hair flowing before her eyes. She uttered a word of command, her voice gaining a thaumaturgical air as it boomed. Markus saw the things blood escape it that much quicker, crawling along the ground towards Calliope as if it had a mind of its own.

The Scorpion was not dead yet, however. It wrenched its body forward in an attempt to snip Calliope in half, the woman trying to regain her sensibilities from her spell as she tried to dodge. Markus shouted 'Cresco!' uttering the oral command for increasing the cutting power of his sword. He suddenly disappeared from where he had been laying, as if he'd put on a ring of invisibility. Instead Calliope saw him appear half a dozen feet above the charging scorpion. Markus placed his free hand behind the hilt of his sword and fell, letting gravity do his job for him.

His sword pierced exoskeleton and inner flesh at the base of the thing's "skull," sticking it into the floor. Its body didn't register it was even dead at first, still moving three strides before it let out a pitiful escape of air, its body collapsing to the floor. Ripping the blade out of the beast, a spurt of ichor flew up and stained his shirt. He seemed not to care.

"Are you hurt?" He asked his First Mate, wiping his chin with the back of his arm. "We should go through where these things came from. It's the only way forward, I think."

The Blackwood Chronicles (WIP title)

Cool. Ok so that makes 6 potential people so far, though I'm looking for 3 or 4, so keep that in mind.

The Blackwood Chronicles (WIP title)

It seems we have enough people. The next few days, I will be working on a very basic system for how to help RP in this setting, and then I will make the OOC. Stay tuned.