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| Black Shadows; Two girls must escape Ravenholm | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 15 2011, 10:31 PM (1,978 Views) | |
| Bloodhart | Sep 28 2011, 03:57 AM Post #46 |
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Surprise lit his features. Aidan didn't expect the girl to address him first about names. He smiled warmly. "Aidan McKay. What's yours?" When she uttered her name, he smiled, staring ahead. "Shaede, huh? Just as unique as your eyes, I think." He noticed the way she edged closer. Was she beginning to trust him? No point getting his hopes up, he mused. His gaze turned to her again. "You seem awfully curious. I imagine you haven't seen many airships in your lifetime." He held out a welcoming hand. "Would you like to try your hand at the helm? I can teach you, if you like." His face held no underlying intentions, just the genuine expression that said, 'you can trust me.' |
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| MissKima | Sep 28 2011, 04:13 AM Post #47 |
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Shaede thought about it, Aidan… hm… yes, it suited him. She hesitated on telling him her name… but eventually gave in, “Shaede, Shaede McKillan.” She muttered. Then looked away at his compliment, she hoped she didn’t just blush… that would be foolish. She was not a naïve schoolgirl… She occupied by looking around the room, there were switches, buttons and all sorts of mechanical gadgets that likely did more that she could think of, she had studied vehicles, she had to, to learn the basics should she have to take one was she out on a mission. She glanced at the wheel, she wondered how this great ship handled, it was a smooth ride, and the engine sounded familiar, she was almost going to ask him if she might observe the way he steered when he actually offered the wheel to her, had he read her mind? He trusted her enough to take the helm? He trusted a woman driver? She looked into his eyes, but could see no malice within them, she gingerly reached out and took his hand. “Alright…” she agreed softly, and stepped up to the wheel. She slid her hands over the wood, gently as though coaxing the ship into comfort, as though she were telling Alice that she meant no harm… she did not need to do very much to it, as they were on a straight course. She listened to the hum coming from the bowels of the ship carefully, “Is this a class 7, straight combustion engine? “ she asked him suddenly. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 28 2011, 02:12 PM Post #48 |
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Standing beside her, he watched with with fascination. She already had a good handle on the helm, he noticed. Normally if one had let go, the wheel would go spinning unless it was locked into place. Just steering the wheel was a difficult task since there was so much pressure weighing on it. He still remembered the first time he took control of a helm when training to become a pilot...the damn thing spun him face first into the floor. He was nearly floored again by her question. "What?" He cleared his throat before smiling. "Close. A Class 8-Alpha actually, a newer model. I'm impressed. You certainly know what you're doing." He noticed something off in the distance beyond the window. "Cumulonimbus," he muttered. "Seems like a storm is coming. Perhaps we should avoid that if possible. Excuse me." He stood behind her with her back flat against his chest as he reached around to grab hold of the pegs. Turning the ship slightly to the right ten degrees, he hoped that they could circle around the cloud. He didn't want another incident like before. He blinked, now distracted by the smell of her hair...it was so pleasant that he almost curled her into him. Pulling away, knowing she had a good grip, he cleared his throat again. "Sorry for the close encounters...I, uh...had to steer." Damn, what the hell was wrong with him all of a sudden? He had more control than that. The only reason he bedded those women before was because they wouldn't give him what he needed for Captain Squire. Plus, they wouldn't stop hanging off him. |
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| MissKima | Sep 28 2011, 08:37 PM Post #49 |
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He seemed to be watching her, perhaps she had exceeded his expectations? A tiny smile crossed her lips for just a moment, before inwardly scolding herself. Why did she care what he thought of her? She wasn’t out to please anyone! She was not here to be some pet that would croon when she was praised! ‘No, be calm… you’re just over reacting, it doesn’t mean anything’ she told herself. She kept her face expressionless. She need not become overly emotional about the whole thing, Aidan wasn’t… him. She knew this. She just had to calm, no assumptions, it would serve her well. She nodded when he corrected her on the engine, “They sound very similar.” She wondered if it was odd to recognise an engine by sound? Nevertheless she was focused on keeping the wheel steady, despite the pull it gave, wanting to spin out of control… She realised Aidan had to be strong to hold on to this so long… He must have really great arms… No! She was not going there! There was no way she was going to think about— A moment later he was pressed to her back and she was still, the first thing she noticed was the warmth of him, and yes, as he reached around her to grasp the wheel she could feel and see the ‘great arms’ at work. She struggled not to make a sound, and struggled even harder to not just lean into him, he seemed very comfortable. No… this couldn’t happen, this wouldn’t happen, this wasn’t happening. She would not melt like a childish ninny! He was just adjusting the wheel… there was no chemistry here! He was just changing course, it meant nothing! But why then did it feel so good? “Yes, of course.” She nodded, her voice thankfully normal. “So, what is this party in Mecha you are so desperate to crash?” she asked curiously. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 28 2011, 09:23 PM Post #50 |
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Composing himself, he shed his jacket, folding it over the railing. "Mecha...right." He leaned against the railing, crossing his arms, slightly bulging his biceps and relaxing his wide shoulders. "We're pirates for a reason. We need funds, all the time. Captain Squire, if you've read a certain book like Robin Hood, is exactly like the main character. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. She's Robin Hood, and her crew is her Merry Men. Prince John is Queen Sinclaire, and Prince-General Lao is the Sheriff of Nottingham. Basically you get the picture." He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling in thought. "The party we're crashing is basically one big jackpot of money. We spend that money on food, water, repairs, weapons, et cetera. We always give half of our findings to the poor folk. Squire...she wanted a crew with the same ideals as her. She doesn't care about money. We don't care about money. We care about the people, we disregard the law, we crash parties and loot the rich to give to the poor." He raised his index finger. "But, the captain simply likes to crash parties for the hell and fun of it, and give her an excuse to wear a fancy dress she wears every time we go crash a party." |
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| MissKima | Sep 28 2011, 10:19 PM Post #51 |
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’Oh fuck…’ was all that came to mind as she watched him strip his coat off. Her grip tightened on the handles. Oh yes… great arms… gorgeous arms… she wanted to… bite him… Damn it! What the hell was wrong with her?! It was just a male! A male with strong, muscular, warm, smooth, sexy— Damn it! This man was going to cause her distractions! She willed herself not to stare… though it was difficult. Very difficult. Her eyes ran up the outline of his right arm, and she had to suppress a shudder. Looking down she found the locking mechanism, and flipped it down to hold the wheel in place. She turned to face him, forcing herself to look him in the eye. She gave a short laugh at his comment about the dress. “Isn’t she a little old for dress-ups?” she smirked. She had not thought people like this existed, they actually wanted to help those less fortunate than they? As opposed to claiming to help, and just torturing those under their care. She was genuinely surprised, a generous band of pirates? It seemed so unlikely, and rather contradictory to the point of pirating. She folded her arms and leant on the railing, leaning slightly forward, this was not the most wise of moves however, as unbeknownst to her, the button to her white shirt had slipped undone, and revealed a little more of her chest than she was usually willing to show. Her breasts strained against the fabric, she was unused to wearing a fitted top. “That’s very… generous of you.” She said in surprise, curiosity got the better of her, “So… how did you come to find a place on The Alice? If you don’t mind my asking?” she questioned hesitantly. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 28 2011, 11:02 PM Post #52 |
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He chuckled. "Age won't hold the captain back." Eyes drifted to her chest and he nearly choked. Crap. Coughs were emitted as he forced his eyes away. Dammit. He wasn't one to blush...ever. But damn, did his mind run rampant when he saw a glorious rack. He swallowed hard. Whiskey, he needed whiskey...badly. Or maybe he could shower her in champagne--NO! Bad Aidan! He rubbed his face with both hands as if he was tired. "It's a long and boring story. It starts off with me gambling and nearly getting shot dead because they thought I was cheating. Okay, maybe I was a little, but I really needed the money. Squire came along, saved my arse, told me she needed a pilot. This was, god, eight years ago. She said she found a ship, just needed a major overhaul once she got the money and manpower to do so. I told her I'd pilot for her, even get her the money and the manpower. So, technically, I'm the First Mate of this ship." |
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| MissKima | Sep 29 2011, 12:09 AM Post #53 |
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The raven haired woman blinked in surprise, her eyes torn from studying his forearms as he began to cough. She was thankful for the strange distraction; she was hoping he hadn’t noticed her looking. She bit her lower lip to keep her thoughts to herself. “That doesn’t sound long and boring at all,” she mused. Her tone was brightening; she felt a little relaxed around him, strange as it was. She shifted, resting one of her hands on the railing, making the shirt strain a little tighter but she didn’t notice. Shaede was not that surprised, though he had just said he didn’t care for money, yet money let him to the ship… Pirates though… what could one expect? She paused, as he moved his shoulders flexed, and oh how she wanted to nibble on— No, no no no no no! Stop it there. Don’t imagine it, don’t think about it… but the thoughts seeped in though the tried to block them out. She tried to focus, “So you’re the boss huh?” she smirked, “does that mean you’ll be putting me to work?” she raised an eyebrow. |
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| Bloodhart | Oct 8 2011, 02:22 AM Post #54 |
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Temptation made him arch his brow in amusement. Sure, he could put her to work. Dammit to hell, that shirt was distracting him! He shook his head, looking away again. He barely noticed the confused expression on her visage. He was about to answer when the moment was startled by a loud clash of thunder and lightning. "Dammit," he cursed, swiftly moving to the helm and snapping the lock as he steered. "I thought ten degrees would be enough to avoid it! Blasted weather!" It was then he realized that he did avoid it, only to go into another. "What??" Dammit, again. "Hold on, it usually gets bumpy." Squire walked in, coatless and bootless as if she had been sleeping. "What the hell's going on?!" "Storm, sir. I didn't realize there was a second storm cloud." And he should have noticed, he mentally scolded himself. He always knew when there would be a thunderstorm. Especially the violent ones. He could always feel the electricity in the air just before one would occur. Rubi gripped the railing as she barely heard her crew scrambling across the ship to prepare for the onslaught. "Jesus, look at the size of that thing!" His eyes narrowed. She turned her eyes to him. "Can you stop it?" The question itself might have been poorly worded to Shaede, but to Aidan, he knew the Captain was referring to something. His grip tightened, knuckles going white. He barely hissed through his teeth, as if scowling at Rubi, "You can't fight against nature. You can only avoid it, or endure it." Her face was placid, but hard as well. She turned back to the cloud before them. "Since we can't avoid this, we'll have to endure it." "Captain, you insult me." Aidan smirked daringly as if the man had been presented with a challenging game, and was cocky enough to believe he would win. "Heh," was all Rubi muttered, a smirk on her own lips. "Then prove me wrong." "With pleasure," he said before regarding Shaede. "I meant it when I said 'hold on.'" |
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| MissKima | Oct 11 2011, 04:16 AM Post #55 |
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Shaede was curious, he believed he could out run a thunderstorm? Or beat it somehow? This she had to see. A smirk crossed her lips and she tightened her grip on the railing behind her as she watched Aidan work. Shaede had a very good memory, when she saw things happen she could usually pick things up by watching someone do it only once. Apparently this had nothing to do with her powers, as it was just a normal human ability… special but human, it was one of the things she was glad for. - Meanwhile down in the bowels of the ship, Leon was shovelling coal into the boiler, usually he was a medical man, patching up the crew, as he was in fact a doctor of medicine, but today he was required to help down below, they were a man short as he understood it, and was not afraid to get his hands dirty, so he had volunteered. His shoulder length brown hair was held under a hat to keep out of his eyes, and his usually pale skin was covered in coal dust and soot. His eyes were a grey colour, with slivers of blue hinting within. He worked hard, he had to prove himself, to the captain and the crew that he wanted to be apart of the Alice… He had someone that needed him, once he had found out that Captain Squire was going after Ravenholm, he knew he had to be there… there was someone he needed to save… someone very dear to him that was taken when he was very young, and ha had never stopped searching from when he was old enough, he knew he had to find his little sister. - Shaede watched Aidan turn the wheel, flipping switches and turning knobs, she smirked, “So, you’re going to out-fly mother nature are you?” she asked curiously, running her eyes over his arms just one more time… |
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| Bloodhart | Oct 14 2011, 05:30 PM Post #56 |
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"Damn right," he declared. Rubi smirked, flipping open a funnel for communication over the ship. "All hands hold onto something. Prepare yourselves for a hell of a storm. Our dear pilot is going to give us a ride." Flipping it closed, she held onto the railing. "It's in your hands now, Mr. McKay." He smirked, the Irish accent thickening. "Aye Captain." With that, he released the helm, then caught it again, muscles straining against the pull before he forced it to spin the other way, just dodging a lightning strike. With a single flick, the ship hummed pleasantly, and outside, thunder rods emitted from the Alice's bowels, absorbing the energy from the lightning. Lightning struck multiple times at the rods as he rode through the storm, seeking a way out. The ship rumbled and shook violently, and for just a moment, his eyes held a bit of a glow. Not that metaphorical glow, but the kind that showed he wasn't a normal man. The thunder roared, and for an instant, he appeared to be in pain, but the expression passed quickly. This was one bitch of a storm. No, this was different, he realized. This wasn't a natural storm. "Nature is one thing, but this isn't natural. The storm's following us." Rubi stared at him. "Is it him?" "Maybe. Shit. Take the wheel." As Rubi grabbed it, he ran out of the bridge, heading straight for outside. The rain instantly chilled him to the bone but he didn't let it bother him as he grabbed gloves and started climbing up a ladder. His footing slipped but he caught himself, breathing to calm down. He growled, climbing to the top of the ship. |
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| MissKima | Oct 16 2011, 04:50 AM Post #57 |
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Shae watched Aidan carefully, his face was confident, focused, he was in his element, there was something… attractive about the whole thing. He seemed to be one with the ship and knew exactly where he had to be. She held the rail as asked, keeping her balance quite well. She was about to glance out the window when she saw something that made her freeze in place. Had she seen--? Had his eyes…? No… she can’t have seen, he seemed like a normal human… she could not sense anything different about him… could he possibly be…? She kept still, watching carefully they seemed to suspect foul play… She frowned, and as Aidan ran out of the cabin, Shae simply followed him, she reached out to steady him as his step faltered slightly, wondering why she felt a sudden bolt of panic run through her. “What are we up against?” She asked, rain pelting and soaking her in minutes, but she crouched by him on the surface of the ship so the speed of the air rushing past would not knock her off her feet. “What could create a storm like this?” She shouted to him over the din of the air, rain and howling wind around them. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 2 2011, 09:56 PM Post #58 |
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The lightning was an eerie green, he noted. Aidan growled, though not at Shae, "Son of a bitch...it is him." He thought the cloud seemed odd. This storm wasn't typically natural. Despite the rush of wind pushing against him, he managed to stand up, soaked hair whipping around his face. Much to Shaede's surprise, he planted his feet and stayed there, as if his boots were magnetized to the surface. The tie in his hair came undone, whipping past Shaede and out of reach, allowing his hair to whip around more freely. The young woman wouldn't have been able to see it, but his eyes began to glow as if lit by the electricity gathering at his feet. As if the clouds could sense what was happening, lightning struck towards Aidan, but he backhanded the blast away from himself and the ship. Smoke rose from his slightly burnt arm but very briefly as the wind stung but cooled the wound. He hissed in small agony. As lightning struck at him again, he yelled out in retaliation, emitting a bolt of his own of brilliant blue, knocking back the strike. "HaaaaAAA-HAH!" As another bolt came from his left arm, it parted the clouds. As if giving up, they disappeared, the rain lessening and the night sky clearing. He panted, feeling the wind calm. He turned, ready to head back down and into the ship, blinking in surprise to see Shaede there, staring at him. Since the wind was so strong, he didn't hear her at all. "Jesus, woman, what are you doing?? You must be chilled to the bone now." |
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| MissKima | Nov 2 2011, 10:58 PM Post #59 |
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Shaede stared at him, what the hell was he doing? He was battering green lightning with his bare hands!! And now she was not so sure the glow from his eyes was her imagination. How was he not instantly killed by the electricity flowing through him?! And why was she fascinated by his hair? She shook her head to clear the thought. She watched him, bat wave after wave of green lightning away, it certainly didn’t look natural… but what the hell was it. She yelled at him a few times, but he didn’t answer. He was too focused. Eventually the storm seemed to move on and he seemed stunned when he turned to see her there. He really had not heard her at all? He was true in his assumption, she was soaked, her white shirt clung to her skin and the wind seemed icy against it… she hadn’t even noticed til now. She stood to face him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “What am I doing? What the hell were you doing? What was that storm and how in Fenrir’s name did you do that? What are you? You can’t be human…” she hissed, the most she had said in a long time. She was a little bit pissed off, why could he not have said he was not like other humans?? She did not like things being kept from her… He could not possibly be human after what she had seen… and it put him in another category… if he was not human… then he was not swine. Did that make a difference? She was not sure what it meant yet. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 7 2011, 12:48 AM Post #60 |
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Lack of concern was evident on his features. He knew, in time, that the ship's newcomers would have seen his other side eventually. However, he wanted to put it off as long as possible. Whatever the reasons, even his captain didn't know why, though she still assumed it was because he wanted to avoid the same bastards that imprisoned Shaede and Noire. She couldn't have been more wrong. He reached up to grab his hair and wring it out, avoiding her accusatory gaze while his own expression was completely placid. "Well, no point in hiding it now, I suppose. I understand it's already obvious that I'm a...well, not completely human. Like you and your friend, I have inhuman abilities. However, it's not something I show and tell. I only use these abilities when it's absolutely necessary. Fighting off that storm was a necessary situation." He pulled a spare tie out of his pants pocket, tying his hair to what it previously was, though the dampness kind of ruined the natural look. His white tank was soaked through and his pants were pretty much a darker shade of blue. They felt uncomfortable. He'd have to change before going back to the helm. Right now, he badly wanted a cup of strong coffee. "Let's get back inside before we fall off. Mecha is still quite a few hours to go." |
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