Redthorn Anvil

Exodus

T'vor considered her for a moment, tilting his head and saying nothing at first. "When you are recovered, I need you to help the men shepherd everyone out. There is no guarantee that the humans did not see us land. We must evacuate as quickly and efficiently as possible."

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"Your Highness." Sephiroth replied. Since she had clearly heard him, he felt there was no more to say on the matter. "The rest of the shipgoers are congregating outside. I suggest you go with them and wait until we can resolve matters here." He suggested. "We can't have the humans absconding with our ship."

Exodus

T'vor looked to see what Damian was going on about. It seemed that Azurael had passed out. He was slightly amused, actually. Naturally she had probably never even set foot in an airship before, let alone have to trust in the hands of a demon who commanded it, especially when it meant her life.

"Go on, Damian, you have work to do. I'll deal with Azurael." T'vor told him.

Tvvor proceeded to unstrap Azurael from her chair and lifted her up off of it. He carried her out. There, he met Sephiroth.

"What happened to her?" Sephiroth gestured toward the woman T'vor was carrying.

"Fainted. You know how Angels are, no stomach for a little danger."

Sephiroth smirked at T'vor's jibe. "You better hope she doesn't hear you say that, she might strike you with lightning. Where are you off to?"

"I was going to take her back to her room until she recovered. Though I was about to ask you the same." T'vor replied.

Sephiroth shrugged. "I'm on my way to let the good princess know that we've landed. Well, it seems that we both have ladies to attend to. We best get on it. I'll see you later, T'vor."

"Sephiroth." T'vor watched his Lord as he swept down the hallway.
With armored heels clicking along the floor, T'vor located Azurael's room and placed the poor woman on her bed. He considered staying and waiting for her to recover, but there was still much to do and he needed to facilitate an evacuation of the ship.
Though, when he thought about it, he would need all the help he could get to make sure that things ran smoothly. With a sigh, he sat in a nearby chair and leaned forward against his knees to wait.

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Meanwhile, Sephiroth had gone to make sure the princess knew it was safe to come out. As he approached her door, he met Grim, who smirked at him.

"Ah, Sephiroth old boy! Come to check on the princess, have we?"

"Yes." Sephiroth replied, completely shutting him down. The Grim made a face, and Sephiroth knocked on Sasha's door. "We've landed. T'vor wants everyone to evacuate the ship." He told her through the door.

The Grim stretched and yawned. "I guess it's time to set up shop, then. I'll be around to check up on your campsite later. Toodle'oo!"
And the strange Angel disappeared into some nearby shadows.

Exodus

T'vor nodded towards Damian to acknowledge his report. "Just keep an eye on it." He replied simply. He frowned down at one of the screens in front of him. "The gravity here...it's much stronger than I expected..." He muttered. He glanced up as he heard the ship creaking and felt it vibrating in protest.
"...I want everyone to stop what they're doing." He announced. "I'm switching to manual."

After switching the controls, T'vor took over full control of the ship. It wasn't that he didn't trust his crew to do their jobs, he just didn't want them to have blood on their hands if something went wrong. He would rather hold that responsibility himself.

It wasn't a pretty landing. There was underbelly hull damage and several systems failed, including the underbelly and aft shields. Without the proper resources, it wouldn't be wise to try to get her back into the air. There would certainly be risks. For the time being, she would be stuck in place.

The computer reported no casualties and only a few minor injuries--mostly just scrapes and bruises.

He unstrapped himself and went to the com. "Engine room, clear to cut power." And with that, he turned to the rest of the crew. "All right you lot, lets clear everyone out. Also, I want a full report on the damage. Every scrape, every scratch. Let's get to it! Your jobs aren't over yet!" He told them.

The Zodiacs

Zed's outward appearance was fairly nonchalant as he took in his surroundings. He had to admit, he liked the idea of food. He suspected it had something to do with being an ox. Cows ate a lot of food. He relaxed somewhat, this place seemed pretty legit so far, even if the old man was a little strange.
Seeing the different reactions that the small group were making, he decided to go with the flow and silently sat himself at the table. He had no idea who these people were, but they all seemed pretty chill.
He nodded politely to the young lady across from him, but he otherwise didn't engage in socializing. Mostly, he was waiting for the old man to give them an explanation, since he had just told them that he would 'tell them what he knew', whatever that meant.

The Zodiacs

Sorry for the long wait. Finals are over now, so I should be able to post more often now.

The Zodiacs

Zed frowned slightly deeper than he usually did. He wasn't sure of how he felt about a creepy old guy inviting a bunch of minors and young adults inside a vast schoolhouse, with not many other people around. It seemed...strange. However, It was probably more likely that this guy was a professor or headmaster of some kind, rather than some dodgy old madman. the other people that were also around didn't seem too worried, so he supposed he was simply overthinking things. Zed decided to stay on the fence, as they say--the guy hadn't given them any reason not to trust him, but he hadn't given them any reason to trust him, either. He entered the building with caution, along with the others.

The Zodiacs

@olcharlieboi I will post shortly. Currently I am occupied with finals.

Political Standing of the RoleplayGuild.

Apparently, I'm a 'center-right moderate social authoritarian'.

Exodus

It was then that Sephiroth entered the engine room, which was separate from the control room--it was where the massive core that powered the ship was kept. Often referred to as the 'heart' by some engineers. It was then that Sephiroth began working.

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T'vor swiveled around to face the room. "Let's do this nice and slow, ladies! We don't need any injuries today! Azurael, engage aft thrusters at quarter power. Damian! Focus! Make sure we don't put too much strain on her hull. Ruvel, monitor that weather anomaly. Let her down as soon as we clear it."
T'vor only used first names when he was serious, it seemed. There was a minor jolt.
"Easy now. Underbelly shields!"
"Engaged, sir. Underbelly shields at 93 percent. Stress levels increasing."
"Blow off some steam."
"Yessir."

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Grim laughed genuinely this time. "Of course I have a name! I may have been the Grim Reaper for thousands of years, but I haven't always been the Grim Reaper. I was a lowly border patrol back when I was alive. Of course, dangerous work that is, so my life expectancy wasn't that high to begin with. I was the only child of two poor working-class Angels who had little time for me, so I ended up doing whatever I wanted. Surprisingly enough, I was born with red hair, but, as you can see..." he tugged on one of the long, wispy strands of silvery hair that protruded from his hood. "Death really does change a fellow, you know?" He grinned at her.
"Now I realize I never actually gave you the answer you were looking for. I happen to not like my name very much, and so I don't use it much. Maybe if you ever catch me drunk or just really, really tired, then you might coax me to tell you if you're that determined. Otherwise, 'Grim' will have to do for you." He escorted the princess to her quarters.
"And here we are. Sit tight, Sasha, and try not to bump your head! If you need anything, well, just call! Heeheehee." He laughed at his own joke.
There was a mild jolt.
"In any case, you better stay inside until this ordeal is over." He told her, actually being serious for the first time during the trip. "I'm obliged not to let you die today, you understand. There's still much work left you have to do." He frowned.
He resumed grinning, wiggled his fingers at her in a sort of farewell wave, then glided down the hall.

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@SouffleGirl123
Exactly.
So I would like to decide for myself about whether or not your are pretty, or ugly.

@WilsonTurner

That's something I probably would have said lol