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| Black Shadows; Two girls must escape Ravenholm | |
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| MissKima | Nov 7 2011, 01:13 AM Post #61 |
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Shaede looked at him a long time, he had not been taken as a child, he was safe to grow and learn his powers on his own… He did not have scientists injecting him, or taking samples… or… hurting him… Before she realised what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him tightly. “You’re lucky…” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. After a moment she shivered, feeling the cold at last, her fingers and lips began to turn blue. And she slipped down into the narrow corridor. She had not eaten in a very long time, now noticeable as her stomach growled. She needed a drink and something to eat. She paused to let Aidan past her, to lead the way, and it was then that the narrowness in the corridor was noticed… and the size of her chest for that matter, as he had to press against her to move past. “Any chance I might be able to eat something?” she asked softly. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 7 2011, 01:26 AM Post #62 |
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The hug had caught him off guard and he frowned at her words. Lucky, eh? Inwardly, he sighed. Depends on your definition of lucky. Once they moved back inside the ship and she offered to let him pass, he caught scent of her hair and smiled slightly at the sound of her stomach growling. "Yeah. We got plenty of leftovers from dinner. The Captain didn't wish to wake you ladies earlier for dinner since you two seemed exhausted." He led the way to the mess hall and saw the chef already snoring in his cot at the corner. Either that or he slept through the whole storm. Eating heartily did that, he mused. "We had chunky beef stew, but if that doesn't suit your fancy, we got lots of apples and bananas." He removed a large stock pot and untied the rope that was on it, likely to keep it from spilling too much from turbulence. The food was luke warm by now. "Hmm, I think I'll have another bowl actually." He served two large bowls and grabbed himself a small loaf of bread, cutting it in half then smearing stew chunks onto the halves before taking a bite. Grabbing clean spoons, he held Shaede's share towards her. |
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| MissKima | Nov 7 2011, 01:50 AM Post #63 |
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Happy Travels
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Shaede watched him rather deftly serve up the bowls, when she took it, the contents were only warm but by the skies she starved! All of the test subjects in Ravenholm ate ravenously, their power requiring more nutrition in seemed. Usually served in a gruel-like paste. The moment that stew hit her tongue she whimpered, she’d not had taste or flavour like this before at all! It seemed so rich! She took her time, savouring the flavour even though all she wanted was to wolf if down like a madwoman. She dipped the bread in the stew, a dreamy look on her face, she even dared a smile… it had been so long since she had done so, her face started to hurt a little. She had never been afforded luxury like today… she was glad for every moment that she was out of that hellish pit. She even thought… no, now that was going too far. She could not indulge in pleasures of the flesh, it would be too much too soon, she did not wish to be used as some trophy… but still, to be free, to have the option if she wished it… it was a wonderful feeling. She was usually not so optimistic, though she thought perhaps she was merely faint from hunger, not thinking straight… yes, that must be it… suddenly Aidan looked just as tasty as this stew… yes, she must be weak in the head. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 7 2011, 02:06 AM Post #64 |
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Aidan growled suddenly, annoyed by his damp clothes. Without warning, he shed his shirt, his entire torso now bare. His shirt was now a wet sop on the floor. He'd pick it up later and hang it to dry. He ate his fill before noticing the shocked expression on Shae's face. He was half-expecting to see drool dripping from the corner of her lips any second. He smirked knowingly, unable to resist teasing her. "Like what you see?" He laughed when she snapped out of her trance. "I don't think I've ever received a reaction quite like yours." He arched a brow in amusement, spoon in his mouth as he watched her, as if gauging her. Putting the spoon down, he sighed. "Before you decide to ask later on, yes, that was an unnatural cloud. Someone, like me, created it. And no, I don't plan on telling you who. That's..." he paused, his bright blue eyes darkening as if reminiscing on a dark past. "...a personal matter. Don't take it personally. Besides, even the Captain knows little of my situation. I just do what I can around here to keep those issues from getting in the way." |
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| MissKima | Nov 7 2011, 09:26 PM Post #65 |
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Happy Travels
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Shaede stared for a few moments, in utter surprise that he would so easily disrobe in front of her. Did he not feel self-conscious? She always did… but then… she supposed he had not been called a monster… what with the markings hidden under her shirt. Then… why would he need to? She gazed over the contours of his skin, it seemed warm, even from where she sat, the perfect curve of his shoulder… she had the sudden image in her mind of nibbling and biting him there… Gods what was wrong with her?! She barely knew the man and was now thinking of biting him? Was this normal?? His comment made her frown, she could not stare at him! It was rude and would lead him to inflate his ego, she drew her expression to neutral once more. “Eh, I’ve seen better,” she muttered, digging back into her meal. She shifted uncomfortably, her wet clothing clinging to her, and her shirt shifted revealing more bosom than she usually would allow. “I understand perfectly.” She added, once he had explained he would not go into detail. “I will not press you on it.” She nodded, leaving it at that. She did want to know, as she was at heart very curious, but if he were to ask her a million questions about her past… she would not be willing to answer them all… She focused on her food so as not to stare at his body anymore. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 7 2011, 09:44 PM Post #66 |
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It was now quiet it the kitchen. Uncomfortably so. Once Shaede was finished, he took her dishes, stacking them over his own and placed them next to the sink filled with old water. He sniffed with small disgust and momentarily glared at the slumbering cook before he emptied the contents down the drain. "You should try my cooking sometime. I promise it's much better. Half the time we have to scour the kitchen to make sure this dolt isn't giving us food made with half-decayed ingredients. Don't worry, the stew was fresh," he added quickly as he grabbed his shirt and twisted it over the sink, wringing out the moisture. "I do have one question, if you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer though, just curious. What do you and your friend plan on doing now that you've both escaped?" He grabbed a towel, leaning against the sink watching her while wiping his hands. "I ask because I can assure you, though I'm certain you already know this, that the army never stops looking for people like you and I. As the Captain and I have said before, you're more than welcome to stay with us, get rich, probably get a bit of payback against those who captured you, so on so forth. Being on this ship...well, it's probably the most fun I've had in my entire life. Gambling was fun but it doesn't beat the thrills of being a sky pirate." |
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| MissKima | Nov 7 2011, 10:49 PM Post #67 |
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“I’ve had to learn to cook a few things in the past,” she admitted, “I think they had planned to use us as agents and send us out into the world… so survival training was impressed upon us.” She muttered. “But yes, I would like to try it… It has got to be better than grain-paste.” She shuddered at the thought of it. She paused as he asked her, slowly she stood, flexing her fingers to keep them from freezing, her lips were blue and she was paler than usual… it was difficult to tell with her ivory complexion. “To tell you the truth, we… I had hoped to see my family again… but…” She sighed, “I somehow doubt it possible to see them… even if I could they would not know me. And it’s more likely they’d turn me in. I know what I am.” A monster. She folded her arms, suddenly feeling even colder as water from her clothing dripped to the floor. “Your Captain’s offer is tempting, but I have not decided, I will have to speak to Noire… Rubi is her cousin… I… am unsure.” She shrugged, trying to keep her teeth from chattering, but somehow did not want to excuse herself from him… Noire was still asleep and something about him was comforting, she felt foolish, he was just a man. But then… he was different. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 7 2011, 11:04 PM Post #68 |
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Suddenly, he felt foolish, inwardly cursing himself as he looked her up and down. Here she was freezing, and he was holding her up from changing. "Jesus, I'm sorry. We should get you into some warm dry clothes before you catch a cold. C'mon." He grabbed a spare blanket from a shelf, sniffed it then gave another disgusted look but decided it would have to do for the time being. He wrapped it around Shaede, rubbing her arms up and down before leading her back to the Captain's room. He walked in, not even caring that it was the Captain's room he was in and went straight into a private bathroom before running some warm water. As Shaede glanced at the bed, Noire was bundled up in the covers, fast asleep. That girl could sleep through anything, though she had less sleep than Shaede herself, so it could only be expected. Aidan searched through some clothes in the wardrobe and sighed. "I'll be right back. Woman never owns anything practical." Turning off the tap, he walked out. Why the hell was he going out of his way to take care of her? Sure he liked the woman, but he hardly knew her. This was unnatural behaviour, even for him. Still, his mother, bless her soul, would've given him an earful if he didn't do what he did. |
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| MissKima | Nov 7 2011, 11:29 PM Post #69 |
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Shaede was grateful for the blanket, even though it smelt like mothballs. She tensed for a moment as he touched her, granted he was just being considerate, but she had not been touched by anyone in a long time. She simply nodded and followed him back down to the room she had slept in. Shae wondered if Rubi had other rooms like this… and if Shae might be lucky enough to have one. At least so long as it didn’t have plain grey walls… she’d not be able to stand it. As he left the room Shaede’s irritation grew to an immeasurable level. She dropped the blanket and began peeling off her clothing, her breasts were thankful as they no longer strained against the fabric. She quickly slipped into the hot water and dipped her hair under. She was quick to wash herself, but for the moment did not want to get out… She relaxed for a short while, but it felt like an age to her, she was expecting someone to drag her out of the tub as they had in Ravenholm if anyone took too long. She looked down at the swirling tattoo-like marks on her belly, she also had them on her back. Supposedly it was to unlock her powers more fully, and make her more potent… she felt like a monster, enough people had said so for it to sink in somewhat. She chose to stand, now that her skin had sufficiently warmed, enough for steam to flow from her, she had relaxed, and was off her guard as she reached for a towel, so much so she did not even hear the door behind her. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 8 2011, 01:19 AM Post #70 |
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"That human, Aidan, left clothes for you. Nearly killed the bastard too," Noire announced suddenly, leaning against the door frame. She was just starting to stir when the pilot had walked in unannounced. Annoyed, she sat up, looking like a zombie, her piercing blue eyes freezing him to the spot, glaring daggers at him. He quickly stammered an explanation before leaving a pile of extra clothes on the bed and leaving quickly. Noire eyed the clothes suspiciously but turned her gaze to the bathroom, seeing that it was occupied and went to investigate. Shaede was so relaxed that Noire had remained quiet, relishing the fact that Shaede seemed so at peace where she was and didn't wish to disturb her. At the same time, it perplexed her how she could be so relaxed. She had been acting very strangely ever since they met this Aidan. "I'm going to eat then come back for a bath myself. You can tell me what I've missed while I was asleep," she said, giving her friend a knowing look, but it was rather placid. "Try to get some more sleep though." And so she left, deep in her thoughts. She followed her nose, one other trait she rarely called upon, since she only called upon it for food. Easily enough, she found the kitchen and frowned almost thoughtfully at the cook. He was snoring and she was half tempted to kick him to cease the offending noise. She wasn't entirely hungry. Her stomach was never that big. She took a couple of apples and a small loaf then considered the alcohol she spotted, safely caged in a rack on the wall. She grabbed a bottle of a particularly odd coloured liquid for alcohol. It was almost a glowing blue. She looked at the tarnished silver label. "Blue Moon. Hm." Why not, she thought. Deciding to explore the ship, she ate as she walked, but cradled the bottle carefully under one arm. Her exploration eventually led her to the engine room and she glanced around. It was warm. Ravenholm was always so bloody cold. They hardly gave you anything that was considered clothing, just thin robes that only served to cover one up. Noire decided upon sitting in here awhile. She never had alcohol before, so she might as well start. She was in the process of attempting to remove the cork when she heard a clang and instantly jumped to her feet, eyes flashing dangerously, her free hand transforming into a claw in a threatening display. |
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| MissKima | Nov 9 2011, 10:29 PM Post #71 |
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Shaede turned sharply on hearing a voice, then inwardly chided herself profusely, her first day of freedom and she was already to relaxed, these people might turn them in! It could be an elaborate trap for all they knew… though it was unlikely, what with Aidan being what he was… She was about he tell Noire this, when she spoke again. The look she gave her made Shaede frown, did she think--? Well he did nearly walk in on her bathing… that would have been bad… she may not even have heard him! “I’ll see.” Shaede muttered, though it was unlikely now. She had been awake too long, at least an hour or two… As Noire left she dried herself and dressed, a plain tunic, white, breeches, Shaede noted the lack of small clothes… then again, it would have been hard for him to have brought her underwear… She rummaged around in her pack and found spares, she was smart enough to buy her own. The tunic fit… but the buttons were about to fly off if she buttoned over her chest, she grimaced, and, hoping Rubi would not mind, borrowed a vest from the wardrobe. It seemed to cover her better. She decided to talk to Rubi or Aidan about the plan, and if she or Noire were required. -- Leonhart headed back down from the medical bay, he had wrapped up a few cuts and burns to prevent infection of the few crew members that sustained minor injuries in the turbulent ride, he now headed back to the engine room to see what he could do, or if anyone needed anything medical-wise. He was busy looking at his paper when he dropped his pen. It fell to the metal floor with a clank, he frowned and bent to pick it up, jerking with surprise at the sight of a young woman standing before him, in one hand she held a bottle, in the other… it was some kind of glove? No, that was her hand! So she was… He blinked, realising he was staring and bowed slightly, “My apologies miss, I did not mean to startle you.” Even though she had done the same to him. |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 9 2011, 10:51 PM Post #72 |
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The fingerless glove was a bit tight on her transformed hand. She made a mental note to buy slightly larger gloves next time. Blue eyes looked the man up and down. He looked...fresh, she thought decidedly. Rudely, she scoffed at him dismissively as her hand changed into that of a human's. Turning her back to him, she sat down, leaning against a bare wall, resuming her task of trying to remove the cork. Huffing, she regained a single black claw and dug into the top of the cork, pulling it out with a pop. The liquid fizzed inside, the bottle emitting a pleasant smell. She failed to notice some crew members actually watching her from a series of pipes and gears. That woman was bloody crazy! She just casually stole the Captain's prized beverage! It was hard coming up with that kind of liquor and only Rubi herself was permitted to drink it, otherwise she'd shoot whoever attempted for a sip. Not even Aidan himself was allowed a drop. This girl was asking for a death warrant. They watched, amazed as Noire took a tentative sip, sampling the taste. Something was odd about this drink, she realized. Unable to place it, she took another taste, one full gulp. Her thoughts wandered back to the newcomer. What the hell was he doing just standing there and watching her? Was she that interesting? The idea made her more cautious than she already was. She turned to glare at him, declaring rudely, "What?" |
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| MissKima | Nov 9 2011, 11:31 PM Post #73 |
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Leon watched her carefully, there was something… different about her, aside from the obvious. He knew not to fear her or her abilities, he knew she was likely able to rip his throat out… but he wanted some answers before he let her be. Rumours were flying around the ship like wild fire, and he wanted truth. As he watched her there were certain mannerisms that she had that were familiar… and the shape of her face, the way she sat… “You’re related to the Captain, aren’t you?” he asked softly, “You two have the same nose.” His grey eyes were a family trait too… he had joined the crew a few months ago, after years of searching for his baby sister… she was snatched when they were playing in the yard… he had chased the van for nearly half a mile… until it was long gone in the distance… On returning home, he had not understood why his parents were not upset, they explained she was unwell. For years that was the excuse, and nearly everyday until he was 14, he had asked if they could visit her. Eventually his parents snapped, screaming at him that she was a monster and had to be locked away… He knew then he had to run… apparently monster was in the blood. He had abilities… not nearly as strong as his sister, but he had healing powers, for others and himself… and for nearly ten years he had been searching for a way in to Ravenholm… Once he’d gotten in, pretending to be a doctor. He had seen just a glimpse of his sister before he was discovered, after that he could not return. His only option left was finding Captain Squire… she’d let him aboard and he had worked hard, hoping to all the gods above that she was still alright. “I… I hope it is not too bold of me to ask… but… you were at Ravenholm? I was hoping you may know of someone there…” |
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| Bloodhart | Nov 9 2011, 11:45 PM Post #74 |
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The shipmates still hiding heard the question about her relation to the Captain. It all made sense now. Before Noire answered, she finally spotted them, hissing, eyes flashing and they scrambled the hell out of there. Humans, she thought bitterly. "She's my cousin. What of it?" She was being rude, but with good reason. She trusted only two people. Herself, and Shaede. Rubi however...she had not seen her since her capture. She didn't know if she could be trusted. For now, she thought of staying on the ship to get a better feel for her cousin. Observe her until she was satisfied. Instead of answering her, he asked her another question. It was rather annoying. "Tread carefully, guy." She gave him a warning glance. "I have no reason nor obligation to answer you and your suspicious questions." One could easily discern that she may think he's a Ravenholm spy. That alone possibly answered his query. |
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| MissKima | Nov 10 2011, 12:00 AM Post #75 |
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Her demeanour was understood, she had likely suffered because of those sick doctors, and anyone asking questions to an escapee, he did not care, he needed to know, “My name is Leon McKillan, I’m looking for my sister, her name is Shaedelynn.” He said softly, “I know you have no reason to trust me, I just want to know, is she alright?” he did not think that his sister could have escaped, he had hope, but this was not her, though she looked similar. His face was soft and almost pleading, his voice was quiet and he did not dare invade her space, he did not want to intrude on the girl. He wondered how she had done it, this young woman had escaped from Ravenholm… it was a feat in and of itself. He could not help but admire her willpower and tenacity, she was special, to have resisted, to have fought back. This your woman was worthy of honour. |
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