I also like IC how one character is like "Don't pet meh!" and then the immediate post after, gets petted. Meanwhile, everyone else's personalities are showing through like a freaking rainbow out there! (Which is good.)
The songstress felt the gazes of the others come and go as she played her flute. In the background she heard the others complain and shout about Fiers among other things, their voices seeming to be murmurs as if they were far away. She could feel her magicks ebb and flow as she played, perhaps everyone was feeling a little disgruntled by her emotions? Or perhaps more annoyed by Fiers constant antics?
"Just one second."
The words seemed to pierce through the music that filled her ears. Taking the flute away from her lips, the soft tunes faded, the magic of song disappearing with it. She breathed out a soft, inaudible sigh as Fiers' continued to speak boorishly as Reignald asked for everyone's attention. R'Ornn's sudden outburst made her jump in surprised. She never expected such a small body to have such a powerful voice. As he covered himself in the coil of rope, Alya quietly stepped over to him, crouching down next to the Savolin. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her hand out, patting his head gently. She felt a little guilty now. Perhaps she should stop playing music on such a whim? Of course she'd never remember such a thing.
Unlike some Bards, Song Weavers tended to let loose their emotions within their music rather than just playing music to make money. Alya was no exception to this. The thought of the expedition weighed on her mind, a sense of loneliness and hesitance could be felt in her songs. Such heartfelt tones brought most, if not all of her listeners to tears as she played her sombre ballad. Until now, Alya hadn't actually been a part of anything concerning the Virtuous Company, outside of performing at banquets as a representative. She wondered why she was chosen for this expedition into the Lightless realm, but hopefully the answer may find her soon. For now, she waited until the time came for the group to gather onto the ship.
Flute in hand and satchel slung across her body, she made her way to the docks in the morning, her hand fiddling with the wooden instrument. She wasn't afraid of seafaring, but she wasn't terribly experienced in it either, which set her a little on edge. It would seem that her companions, especially the Savolin, were quite excited for this expedition though which seemed.. normal for their profession in the Company. She had heard Fiers' shouting earlier about 'Pirates', but of course there were none to be seen. No matter how well that bard masked his voice, she could tell that it was him, and it was quite funny to say the least. She couldn't help but smile slightly in amusement as Reignald responded to Fiers' jeers. What she didn't quite expect was an Orc to be joining them, a smelly one at that; then again, she didn't really know most of these people aside from their names and general mannerisms. Although Alya had taken her letter, she kept it rolled up, deciding to read it later.
Common courtesy was something that had been drilled into her from when she was young, so naturally she gave everyone a small bow in greeting before finding a place to set down her belongings. Whether or not it was a good time to play a song mattered not to Alya. Softly, she began to play as the waves crashed against the ship and shore, her gaze looking out upon the water.
Matsuko grimaced at the thought and sight of the soup. There was only so much someone could take before getting sick of flavoured water. She nodded eagerly as Tafui suggested they go hunt for supplies. A hearty meal was in order! "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go~!" She responded happily, patting the pommels of her blades. Some might think Matsuko was acting differently from her usual, but this kind of expression only came about when food was the subject. And of course, since it's Tafui, she's always willing to help out.
It wasn't long before the pair encountered boars.. Nice meaty.. Fat boars. Matsuko licked her lips as she drew her blades, charging through one of them with <Accel Fang> before beginning her <Deadly Dance>. A flurry of blades sliced and diced the boar, but she was careful enough to keep it alive for Tafui to gut. Her attacks aggro-ed the 2nd boar; it charged at her immediately, ramming her in the back and sending her tumbling into the grass. She quickly recovered from the blow, getting to her feet and immediately stabbing the Dancer's Shadow into the boar. Matsuko quickly retreated back slightly before leaping into the air, performing <Dancer's Dive>, driving the blade through the boar and out the other side, pinning it to a tree.
It would seem that Yeva was suddenly the 'go-to' gal for information on what to do in a situation like this. Naturally people trusted a Darbinian to know what to do at all times. Unfortunately for them, Yeva was still a greenhorn among such a family, but not so inexperienced that she had no idea how to proceed.
Gunsmiths were known for their skills with handicrafts... This also included sleight of hand. With a quick movement Yeva leaned forward, acting like a drunkard, and snatched the blue stone as the pirate sauntered passed them, pocketing it hopefully before anyone could notice. With the stone in pocket, it was high time to leave. The lion-man had begun his rampage and such a distraction boded well for them. She glanced at Hayden and the.. woman, tapping the side of her nose and giving them a smirk. There was no 'secret' door in this tavern. None that she knew of. There was a closed skylight above them, but getting to that was a chore in itself and it would attract too much attention.
Cellars tend to lead nowhere, especially in taverns. The only time a cellar would lead somewhere is if the place was run by someone Underground.. Which wouldn't be the more farfetched thing in this neck of the woods, but prying eyes and enemies lurked everywhere. Trust no-one.
The gunsmith got up from her stool and slowly started toward the tavern's main entrance, simply weaving passed the scatter chairs, bodies, and tables. Her hand still on her pistol, ready to draw.
Katyusha is an intelligent, pragmatic, diligent worker. Dedicated to her profession, Katyusha is less sociable compared to most. This is not to say that she's anti-social or aggressive toward others, she just simply doesn't know how to communicate with them through regular conversation or small talk. If someone was to talk to her about machines and whatever she's working on, Kat will be talking for at least an hour. She doesn't pick up on social cues and is generally quite dense when it comes to such things. She has an easier time talking to her machines than she does talking to people.
Biography
Katyusha lives and breathes engineering. Her parents were engineers, their parents were engineers.. you get the idea. Her family had generations of engineering plastered all over their name. Her homeworld, Olympus III is known for it's exploits in the field of mechanics purely because of her family. As a child, Katyusha was already being trained to become an engineer. Rigorous mathematical tutoring and constant mechanics workshops were what filled her daily schedule. Because of this, Katyusha never really made friends with anyone her age. Most, if not all, her acquaintances were adults who were around her parents ages. The young Chaykovsky heiress had an enormous weight of her shoulders. To succeed her family's legacy and continue it for the rest of her life.. Not that it bothered her, she quite liked engineering anyway.
She was also interested in Geology. Studying the various minerals and compounds that made up the crust and inner most layers of known planets. While her destiny was to become an Engineer, she also wanted to use her knowledge of various materials to create more innovative machinery, which her parents were very impressed with. Dimitri, the Surveyor drone, was Katyusha's first solo project. Although many surveyor drones had been made in the past, Katyusha was determined to create an even better one. Smarter, stronger, versatile. As with any project, she had to push passed failure after failure, but soon enough her galactic partner in crime was created.
When Katyusha became independent of her parents, she was stationed at Faren V to assist in their engineering exploits. This was normal for the Chaykovsky family as her extended family was also spread across the systems, furthering technology for everyone.
Equipment
Katyusha's weapon is a plasma pistol that doubles as a multi-tool.
Dimitri is a 3ft tall Surveyor drone which was constructed by Katyusha. This autonomous drone possess Katyusha's Matter Manipulator and can use it to greater effect due to it's upgrades. Dimitri's sharp legs allow it to move through almost any terrain, as well as operating as digging tools to break the surface. Dimitri also has a complex learning AI that slowly learns how to socialize through social interaction, although it doesn't really learn much from Katyusha because she's.. mostly awkward.
Relationships
Katyusha is quite close to her family, but not close enough to have a need for constant contact. She can go for months without sending a single message to them, however she does enjoy sending them funny pictures of things. She doesn't really have any relationships outside of familial ones.
Other
The Chaykovsky family is seen as more of a guild or clan, even though it only consists of Katyusha's huge extended family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.
Katyusha has a deep love for Orchestral music.
She wants to turn Dimitri into a massive excavator some time, because it'd be amusing.
Magnet man... I'm afraid Lead isn't magnetic, ser~
EDIT: You also don't need to explain why you take control of a character when dealing out punishment. It's merely running the rules of the environment in the RP. I would understand the need to explain if they started complaining about it though. You're the GM, it's within your right as such to do whatever you please with your setting. You could have a giant foot crush the tavern if you wanted, not that it'd bode well with any of us~
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