[RP]Skies of Elleard

OOC: Short post. Sorry. :sad3:

" It's easy, in fact, it's not that different from most Mechs. Just ask me if you have any questions."

Wilhelm smiled, if it was like piloting a mech it would be easy. "Well in that case, this shouldn't be too hard." Wilhelm sat down on the cockpit seat, ready to begin the test flight. "Skylar, open the doors, I wanna see what this baby can do."

Flipping the switches, Wilhelm activated the engines, which roared to life. The lighting came on and everything was ready for lift off.
 
OOC: Two posts to keep this thing alive
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Arya

"Now miss Arya it would be my pleasure to be your escort into the world of Elleard. I'll have one of the crew give you a room. Until then enjoy this gorgeous view."

My, how kind of you. I will be standing at the bow if you need me. The view is indeed nice....

Arya bowed slightly at Rao before she made her way along the deck to the bow. The ship was slicing through the sky and this frontal view offered a relaxing surrounding for her to smoke her Kiseru pipe. Being in the open deck of a flying ship, there was little chance for her to shape and play with the smoke, so Arya just simply let it slip out and disperse amongst the wind. Like she had told Rao before, it had been at least two centuries since she went into hiding. Two centuries was a long time for development and the Skylerk people were an innovative bunch. For all she knew, cities could have collapsed while other rose and new forms of mechs and technology and magic could exist. Her spatial scans were not fallible and Arya hoped that the Floating City of Falceeda would fill in these gaps for the Neristrian side as well as point her in the right direction.

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Cuclainn

" It's easy, in fact, it's not that different from most Mechs. Just ask me if you have any questions"

{Relief} That is good then. That should mean that the entire crew can pilot the ship if the situation calls for it.

Wilhelm sat in the pilot's seat and from below, she could hear the start up of the engine. While there was nothing more she wanted than to just stand around and gape at their hard work, Cuclainn wanted to make sure that the "MAC" (Magnetically Accelerated Cannon, as she decided to call it by its acronym, was charging properly at that all systems green. Standing by the firing station of the ship, Cuclainn, with quick efficiency, went through an automatic diagnostic checklist for their armaments. With that set up, Cuclainn looked through the windscreen with excitement, or as much as she tried to show, at Wilhelm lifting off into the air.
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(OOC: Just another timeskip, for my characters only, of course. It’s about time I get more active in this thing. My apologies for the delay, it will not happen again. I’ll slowly be bringing my villain into play as well.)

They woke up the next morning, and immediately went into town. Everything was so different here than in Neristria. Raistlin couldn’t quite get over it. Technology was rampant in the streets, the buildings were huge, he was in awe and wonder at the mere sight of them. The only downside that he could see was the black smog that rose into the air. Compared to Skylerk, Neristria was clean, and people wielded magic. While he was going through a state of culture shock, Darquewillow was just happy to be back home.

She had no desire to see her family again. After they just abandoned her like that, she really couldn’t care less about them. As she walked next to Raistlin, in disguise of course, she grabbed his arm suddenly. “Raistlin?”, she asked. “I know you are in disguise, but your robe is drawing somewhat funny looks from people.”

Raistlin looked around, and saw what she said was true. They were in Skylerkian lands, in the middle of their capital, and here he was wearing Mages robes that are typically only seen in Neristria. “Don’t worry too much about it, they wouldn’t dare make a move. I’ll try not to use magic as well.” He patted the sword on his side, “I have other means of defending us, don’t forget that.”

They continued down the street, there were shops for mechanics everywhere. Darquewillow longed to shop at one, but knew she had nothing to work on, and no money to buy any of it with. She grabbed Raistlin’s arm again, “where are we going anyway?” Raistlin, not stopping, simply said, “to a tavern, we may be able to get some information there about an airship. We’ll be needing a good one.”

“What for?”

“You know those ruins that are unexplored because they’re too high in the sky?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll be needing an airship capable of getting to them.”

“To get to the Dueprism.”

“Yes.”

She was somewhat excited about it. The stories were legendary, and she really wanted to find it, and turn her life around. However, she was worried about Raistlin’s goals. “What do you want to do with it?”

“The Dueprism?”

“Yes.”

Raistlin suddenly stopped walking, “There is a tavern, let’s go inside.” Typical of him, she thought. Once in the tavern, Darquewillow instantly smelled the stench of beer, and was reminded of how things were back where she used to live, back before Raistlin got her away from that place. He may be cold at times, but without him… She stopped thinking about it. She didn’t feel like digging up memories of that place. She was happy to be away from there.

“I will wait outside,” she said to him. Raistlin made no sound as he walked into the tavern. He knew that she wasn’t going to be looking forward to going in. He was even planning on telling her to wait outside, but it looked like he didn’t have to now. As he walked into the tavern, the sounds of drunks were completely evident. The smell was almost unbearable. However, he was going to have to deal with it. What most people fail to realize is that when you’re looking for information in a tavern the best thing to do was to sit down, and not say a word.

More than likely, one of the drunks would talk about something a little too loudly and everyone around would hear it. Therefore, that is exactly what Raistlin did.

He sat down for what must have been ten or fifteen minutes, but he eventually heard one of them going on about a new airship being tested in a town by the name of “Estes”. Raistlin smiled as he walked out, and grabbed Darquewillow by the arm. “Good news, turns out there is a small town nearby that has a new kind of airship being tested in it.” Darquewillow looked up, “I take it we are going there?” Raistlin simply nodded his head, as he walked her to the nearest airship facility.

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Darquewillow woke up leaning on Raistlin’s shoulder. She blushed as she realized that Raistlin was looking down at her. “You know, you snore a little bit when you’re sleeping.” She couldn’t tell, but she was sure she was blushing just a little harder than before. With a stern look in her eyes, she looked back up at him, “s-shut up.” He laughed a little bit as the airship landed in Estes. They both stood up, and it was evident where the only other Airship was.

Darquewillow was impressed, very impressed. She was instantly thinking about what kind of technology was needed to run something that… huge. Not only was it big, the design of it was like nothing she had ever seen before. Her eyes grew wide as plates when Raistlin suddenly picked her up. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s taking off, we’re going to have to run there.” He suddenly took off running with her over his shoulder. She was about to protest against him using magic again, but it was already too late. He had already used something to increase his speed, and she noticed that his hair had just turned white. His true from was coming out. She noticed that people were turning around looking at him as he went by faster than humanly possible.

However, it wasn’t very long before they made it, and before the ship had gotten too high, he managed to jump on board. “Whew, I didn’t think we were going to make it.” He said. There was a small hatch nearby and he opened it and started walking it. Darquewillow tried to stop him, but he was already walking toward the bridge. “Raistlin, wait, please wait.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as he walked on the bridge, completely unaware that his eyes were blood red, hair long and white, and the smile on his face exposed all of his teeth. His true form was bound to get nothing but bad reactions, and he was completely unaware that they could see it.

Raistlin pointed at the man with the dreadlocks. “Hey you, Dreadlocks. Are you running this thing?”

Darquewillow fell right behind Raistlin and clinged his robe tight as she whispered to herself, “You idiot.”
 
As the doors slowly opened up. Wilhelm got a clear view of the open sky. "Alright. Everyone hold on to something, time to take off."

The downward thrusters roared to life as the airship slowly took off from the hangar in which it was built. The controls were similar to that of a mech, but the airship would have a different feel. and as it slowly exited the hangar, everything looked and felt to be in place. "Alright, the ship is out of the hangar, we're away."

Wilhelm looked around, everything seemed to be okay, but since he did not know the full details, he would have to play it by ear. "Alright, let's do some maneuvering, see how good it can turn." With that Wilhelm turned the stick to the left and shifted the rudder in a port position for it to go left. The airship responded beautifully and it began yawing to the left. After going left for a good few seconds, Wilhelm then shifted the rudder to starboard, allowing it to go right.


OOC: That's all i got for the time being...
 
OOC: Ringo, i think the ship isnt as big as you think. Or is it just first time seeing an airship? Comparatively its a Destroyer class, so its smaller than most ships in the world (which should be battlecruisers and battleships i guess)

Cuclainn

The ship was a work of art. With ease, it lifted from the platform without so much of a bump and acceleration and lift was as smooth as she ever felt. Wilhelm took the ship for turn maneuvers.

"Alright, let's do some maneuvering, see how good it can turn."

The compensators and auto balancers were clock work and deep sharp turns did not throw its occupants around the bridge as much as she thought. From her panel, Cuclainn saw that all weapon ports ran green light and that they were all up and running. Indeed, when one personally makes something, its success is felt tenfold. While basking in the feeling of success and joy, Cuclainn let slip her alertness for one second and an unfamiliar voice echoed inside the bridge.

“Hey you, Dreadlocks. Are you running this thing?”
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Security systems were still offline and before they had even broken the ship in for 15 minutes, potential threats are already present... and from the sound of the tone, it didn't feel friendly. On instinct, Cuclainn's right hand pistol shot out from inside her gauntlet into her hand and with two quick steps, placed herself ahead of Dominic to the side. As much as he may say otherwise, Cuclainn knew Dominic wasn't quite the professional combat type and she was not willing to lose her employer so soon after signing a contract.

{Cautious} Be on your guard. This man feels dangerous.

It did not take a genius to tell that this man was deadly. His appearance was odd and he had a generally powerful aura which she only felt with certain opponents she had fought... and all were tough. A second later, she saw the presence of a smaller girl behind the man. Cuclainn didn't want to take chances, even if the girl was potentially powerless. Sidestepping twice to the side, Cuclainn made sure she had at least a clear shot at either.
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Dominic looked on as Skylar got up from the pilot's seat, making room for Wilheim to sit down in his place. Meanwhile, Cuclainn finished up something she had been polishing, and came over to join in the conversation.

{Jokingly} Where is the champagne bottle for the christening? Or we saving that for when we really fly?

Dominic chuckled at her, and smiled. He'd been noticing lately that she'd been throwing more and more hints of emotion into her conversations with them; he doubted his earlier theory about her being a robot held any truth, regardless of her monotone way of speaking. She was obviously a real person in his mind; she seemed just as eager and excited about their new ship and its features as any of them. Skylar laughed at her comment as well, then answered her.

"Well actually, I was already planning on buying rounds for everyone in town when we got back from it's test."

Dominic grinned; indulging himself at a drinking establishment sounded like a nice idea. They'd all certainly put in a ton of work on the ship, and it would be a welcome act of celebration. He only hoped the available spirits in Estes were as good as the ones he had access to back home.

 He glanced at Skylar again as the man addressed Wilheim, concerning the ship's controls.

" It's easy, in fact, it's not that different from most Mechs. Just ask me if you have any questions."

"Well in that case, this shouldn't be too hard. Skylar, open the doors, I wanna see what this baby can do."

{Relief} That is good then. That should mean that the entire crew can pilot the ship if the situation calls for it.

Dominic watched as Wilheim turned some switches, activating the engine and all the systems that were necessary for their departure. He made sure to pay attention to which ones Wilheim was using, just in case the situation ever did call for another pilot, as Cuclainn had suggested. Meanwhile, Cuclainn stood by the ship's firing station, and ran some checks before looking out the window to watch the takeoff. As he really had nothing he needed to attend to, Dominic strolled over and stood next to her to watch also; the view was quite nice from there.

 The doors to the hangar were finally opened, and Wilheim seemed to be ready to take them up.

"Alright. Everyone hold on to something, time to take off."

Dominic glanced around the room casually, hoping his comrade was speaking figuratively, and ensured that he wasn't standing near any unpleasant, pointy, or loose heavy objects. He felt no movement as the airship started to rise, however; the ascent out of the hangar was incredibly smooth.

"Alright, the ship is out of the hangar, we're away."

Wilheim started to fly them around for a bit; Dominic realized that this was a good opportunity to observe his piloting skills as well, and he seemed to be doing a great job so far. The mercenary soon spoke again.

"Alright, let's do some maneuvering, see how good it can turn."

 Dominic wandered back over to observe what controls Wilheim was utilizing. The man steered the ship left, then right, and the vessel seemed to obey his commands very smoothly. So far, thought Dominic, their ship certainly gave off good impressions; he could already tell he'd enjoy being a passenger.

“Hey you, Dreadlocks. Are you running this thing?”

Dominic's eyes went wide; he instantly wheeled around, drawing his left pocket's revolver with lightning speed and aiming it. To his utter surprise, a man was suddenly standing there behind them, near the doorway, with another person, somewhat shorter, just barely visible behind him. The man was pointing at Dominic, and within a split second Cuclainn was in front of Dominic as well, standing a little to one side to protect him, aiming her own pistol at the new arrivals. Dominic stared at her, concerned, as she voiced her own observations.

{Cautious} Be on your guard. This man feels dangerous.

 Dominic scowled, and swallowed the lump in his throat; he wasn't about to let her get killed on his behalf. He returned his eyes to the intruders, and slowly stepped a little closer to them, keeping his gun out. He examined the man standing before him; he'd been expecting a debt collector when he heard the voice, but he'd certainly never met this person before. Long, white hair that framed a cold, somewhat youthful face; eyes that were an unsettling shade of red; a smile full of unnaturally sharp-looking teeth...something about him seemed inhuman, but he didn't resemble any elf Dominic had ever seen either. He was dressed in a fashion not commonly seen around Skylerk as well: a lengthy robe, much like the sort worn more often by the mages of Neristria. He definitely wasn't one of Dominic's creditors, and this eased his mind a bit; however, the confidence with which he'd arrived in their presence was a bit unnerving, especially since he didn't have any weapons drawn, and didn't look to be carrying anything more powerful than a pair of swords. And, the fact that the person with him seemed to feel the need to hide behind him...that couldn't be good.

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Still, Dominic thought, it would be best to keep cool, and display an equal amount of confidence. He relaxed his arm slightly, though he still kept the same general aim. “Dreadlocks, eh?” he replied finally, smirking wryly. “That's a new one.” He thought of the man's question. “And for my part, yes. May I ask why you've appeared on our bridge with neither an introduction nor a formal invitation?” He caught Cuclainn sidestepping a bit more out of the corner of his eye; he wondered why she felt the need to.[/FONT]
 
Raistlin was just about to open his mouth before Darquewillow moved from behind him. She took a deep breath and began, “w-we are very sorry. However, we really need a lift, and Raistlin and I heard rumors in the capital about this ship. Raistlin does not think things out sometimes…” she said as she grabbed a bit of his hair and showed it to him. Raistlin could see that it was white, and he suddenly knew why everyone was on edge.

“Oh… my apologies… anyway, she’s correct. We need-“ He was quickly interrupted by Darquewillow again. “We would really appreciate it if you would let us come with you. You are going to the ruins that are in the sky, right? The both of us will be of great assistance to you. Raistlin can read the Ancient’s writing, and he’s a wonderful Mage, and I… I can work with machines. Please, you must take it into consideration”, she said as she slightly bowed her head. “My name is Darquewillow, and this is Raistlin, he means you no harm, he is just rude.”

As Darquewillow kept her head bowed, Raistlin simply folded his arms and continued looking at the man with the dreadlocks. “Well? Any day now would be nice.”
 
(OOC: Motherfuckers this RP made me wanna post o.o)

Skylar was hardly alerted by the intrusion, as a mechanic by nature, he was too overwhelmed with a feeling of accomplishment. It wasn't until he hear Culcainn speak that he looked. It was a white haired man with blood red eyes. "What are you supposed to be, albino?"

“w-we are very sorry. However, we really need a lift, and Raistlin and I heard rumors in the capital about this ship. Raistlin does not think things out sometimes… We would really appreciate it if you would let us come with you. You are going to the ruins that are in the sky, right? The both of us will be of great assistance to you. Raistlin can read the Ancient’s writing, and he’s a wonderful Mage, and I… I can work with machines. Please, you must take it into consideration”


 "One thing is certain, you have the wrong ship. This is a personal project, nothing about it was commercialized and the only people to have heard about it were the four of us." Turning around and showing some frustration, but not very much, he continued. "We are not headed anywhere, this is the test flight. Clearly the security system has a bug that we must fix now, so I thank you for that. I will consider giving you a ride on one condition. She said you were a mage? No magic on my ship until I know how it can handle chaos aboard it. Got it?"

Skylar then lost his frustration. The ship was stable, everything was excellent other than security. However, he was still to be a bit cautious, as he had heard many things about magic users, so he loosened his arm joints in case they needed to pull out a gun. "But keep in mind, I'm not the one saying where we go. It's my ship and I go where 'Dreadlocks' is headed. I guess I'm just a pilot and he is the captain, though I retain the right to rebel at any time I so please. Point being, we don't even have a destination yet."
 
Before the strange man could respond, the shorter person behind him suddenly emerged, and addressed them instead.

“w-we are very sorry. However, we really need a lift, and Raistlin and I heard rumors in the capital about this ship. Raistlin does not think things out sometimes…”

Dominic barely heard what was said; the girl standing before him was gorgeous to the point of distraction. Long, flowing pink hair, pink eyes, a very flattering, sophisticated dress, nice features....As she faced her companion and held up a strand of his white hair, showing it to him for some reason, Dominic noted how comfortable she seemed in the man's presence, and raised an eyebrow; how the hell could such a lovely thing have ended up in the company of such a freakish person? Surely he had to be paying her. He wondered how much, if that was the case; perhaps he could offer her more....

“Oh… my apologies… anyway, she’s correct. We need-“

“We would really appreciate it if you would let us come with you. You are going to the ruins that are in the sky, right? The both of us will be of great assistance to you. Raistlin can read the Ancient’s writing, and he’s a wonderful Mage, and I… I can work with machines. Please, you must take it into consideration”

She could work with machines, eh? Dominic smirked; it wasn't often he met women who were both attractive and mechanically inclined, and now he'd met two within a very short period of time. He started to relax his gun arm more and more, as the rose-haired beauty bowed her head.

“My name is Darquewillow, and this is Raistlin, he means you no harm, he is just rude.”

As she kept her head inclined, Raistlin folded his arms, and proved her correct.

“Well? Any day now would be nice.”

Dominic narrowed his eyes a little at him; his impatience was a bit irritating, especially considering that they were asking for a favor. Before he could answer, however, Skylar spoke up, and voiced several good points.

"One thing is certain, you have the wrong ship. This is a personal project, nothing about it was commercialized and the only people to have heard about it were the four of us."

Skylar turned around to face the newcomers; he sounded somewhat displeased.

"We are not headed anywhere, this is the test flight. Clearly the security system has a bug that we must fix now, so I thank you for that. I will consider giving you a ride on one condition. She said you were a mage? No magic on my ship until I know how it can handle chaos aboard it. Got it?"

He went on.

"But keep in mind, I'm not the one saying where we go. It's my ship and I go where 'Dreadlocks' is headed. I guess I'm just a pilot and he is the captain, though I retain the right to rebel at any time I so please. Point being, we don't even have a destination yet."

Dominic stared at Skylar thoughtfully; he'd never really thought of himself as a captain, but he supposed for their group to have some form of organization, in the face of these strangers, might give off a good impression. Plus, he wouldn't mind giving their party direction with regard to which locations they visited, since there were a few areas of Elleard he'd prefer to avoid, for personal reasons. And, of course, there was the idea that women often admired figures of authority; he certainly couldn't pass that up. He finally turned back towards their new guests, and figured he should go along with it; he only hoped it wouldn't get him into even more trouble.

He glanced from the lovely Darquewillow to the ghastly Raistlin, and addressed them both calmly, though he still refused to lower his revolver completely. “This gentleman is correct, actually. It seems you have been exposed to a variety of rumors which hold little truth, or else have heard of the wrong ship. We will be most likely seeking ruins along our voyage; however, as this vessel indeed remains within its initial testing stages, any discussion concerning our first destination has yet to take place. And as we've spent a great length of time constructing this vessel, whatever conclusion at which we arrive would, of course, take precedence over the needs of a pair of newcomers.” He glanced back at the woman, and smiled. “However...it would be quite ill-mannered of us to deny the request of one so fair.” He shifted his eyes reluctantly to the man again. “And I hold no personal quarrel with Neristrians.” He thought for a moment, then glanced around the room at Cuclainn, Skylar, and Wilheim. “I don't know, what should we do? Shall we head for these 'ruins in the sky,' or consult our maps, and venture to a less atmospheric objective?” He turned back to their new guests once more. “And I don't suppose you're willing to divulge your purpose for heading to such a location? That is, of course, quite relevant to our decision to escort you.”
 
Raistlin smiled one more as he was asked for his purpose. It was a harmless question, and the more interesting it was, the more willing the man in front of him perhaps may be… “Very well, then,” he began. “I was created by the Neristrians for one purpose: to find the Dewprism. As silly as it may seem, they had good reason for it. While I don’t have the same goals as them, I do have my own, and as such they’ll remain.” He then turned to Darquewillow, “as for her, she’s simply along for the ride. She makes for great conversation, and is very helpful.”

Darquewillow was somewhat shocked. That was the first time that Raistlin had ever really complemented her. She blushed, just a little bit as Raistlin continued. “Even if you have no plans to go to the ruins in the sky, you would only be helping yourselves if you took us with you wherever you went. I can read the Ancient’s writing with ease, as I was modeled after them. I’m not sure how, it just comes naturally.”

He then looked around the ship’s cockpit, “also, the Dewprism would be one hell of a find… A wish for each of you… think of the possibilities. Just a fair warning, Neristria will want me back. So if you choose not to take us, I’ll leave you with this: If you plan on searching those ruins, be careful. Everything I’ve ever read leads me to believe that there will be monsters in them. The Ancients were very protective of their stuff, after all.”

Darquewillow quickly interrupted, “and that is where you will need Raistlin most of all! Because well…” Without any warning at all, Raistlin took a small knife from his robe and smashed it into the palm of his hand, and withdrew it. The blood that poured out of him was black as he lifted his hand to show everyone. Within a few seconds, the wound healed as if it was never there. Using his magic, he made the knife vanish.

“I’ll ask one more time. Do you, or do you not want us to go with you?” Raistlin smiled as Darquewillow did a quick bow.
 
Impressed and slightly swayed by Raistlin, Skylar instantly smiled. "So this means either you're stupid or way beyond my logic. I'm assuming the second, but even if you are stupid, you can't seem to be hurt, so I say we've got nothing to lose. However from the looks of the situation, if you are beyond my logic, then I can also assume we have everything to lose. Well, I only have one thing to lose now...So I leave the decision to 'dreadlocks' with my vote being yes." Closing his eyes Skylar began to remember the son he had. It had been so long since he saw his boy. Obviously bothered by something, Skylar spoke again, "One wish you say? There...is something I want, but I'm not sure it is for the better...We'll see if we find it."
 
OOC: Short post is Short... :sad3:

"Heh" Wilhelm said as he put the airship on a standby mode, the ship floating in midair with no force acting on it except downward to keep it afloat. "Well, I have no problems working with Nerestrians. To be honest, I've always wanted to see how well they do when I'm not fighting them." Wilhelm looked out as went back to start flying the Airship again. "Dominic, I think I'll agree with Skylar on this one. After all, you are looking for the Dewprism yourself, and if what Rastlin says is true, then shoot, we'll need his help."
 
The situation was beginning to disarm as Dominic managed to work the heat down a bit. It appeared that this Raistlin and Darquewillow was to become passengers. If that was the case, then there was no need to be overly cautious. Cuclainn let her fingers splay out and with a jerk, the pistol slid back into her gauntlet like a snake, safely nestled there.

{Unperturbed} Your choice Dominic. Their expertise may speed up the process of your hunt.

One thing Cuclainn had to do as soon as possible was to initiate the security system. Sensors along all points of possible entry. That way, they wont have another dose of Raistlin again. With a few blips and boops from the dash, the board filled with green lights all along the detailed outline image of the ship. Each and every door and window was represented by one light. If one is tripped, the light goes red and a warning sounds. They did not expect any more visitors, so she turned her concentration back on Dominic and their guests.
 
The man called Raistlin smiled at Dominic's question.

“Very well, then. I was created by the Neristrians for one purpose: to find the Dewprism. As silly as it may seem, they had good reason for it. While I don’t have the same goals as them, I do have my own, and as such they’ll remain.”

He then answered for the young woman, Darquewillow.

“as for her, she’s simply along for the ride. She makes for great conversation, and is very helpful.”

Dominic thought he saw her blush slightly, as Raistlin went on.

“Even if you have no plans to go to the ruins in the sky, you would only be helping yourselves if you took us with you wherever you went. I can read the Ancient’s writing with ease, as I was modeled after them. I’m not sure how, it just comes naturally.”

He then addressed everyone in the room.

“also, the Dewprism would be one hell of a find… A wish for each of you… think of the possibilities. Just a fair warning, Neristria will want me back. So if you choose not to take us, I’ll leave you with this: If you plan on searching those ruins, be careful. Everything I’ve ever read leads me to believe that there will be monsters in them. The Ancients were very protective of their stuff, after all.”

 Darquewillow jumped in.

“and that is where you will need Raistlin most of all! Because well…”

As she said this, Raistlin withdrew a small knife from within his robes, and thrust it into his own hand; Dominic was reminded with a jolt of his own recent injury, and frowned. He watched as an unusual black blood oozed from the wound, which the man was holding up to show everyone, and within seconds, somehow the wound was gone. Raistlin then made the knife disappear before their eyes somehow as well, presumably with magic; if that were the case, the ship thankfully didn't seem to be affected by this small instance of it.

“I’ll ask one more time. Do you, or do you not want us to go with you?”

Dominic blinked, stirred from his blank stare by Raistlin's words, and Darquewillow making a short bow next to him. He hadn't heard of any magic that was capable of repairing wounds almost instantaneously; that had to be incredibly useful when insidious cads cheated during duels. He had to admit, there was certainly something unique about Raistlin's powers, although he imagined being on this Neristrian's bad side would be quite frustrating, to say the least. Dominic kept his eyes on him and Darquewillow, as Skylar spoke up.

"So this means either you're stupid or way beyond my logic. I'm assuming the second, but even if you are stupid, you can't seem to be hurt, so I say we've got nothing to lose. However from the looks of the situation, if you are beyond my logic, then I can also assume we have everything to lose. Well, I only have one thing to lose now...So I leave the decision to 'dreadlocks' with my vote being yes."

Dominic glanced over at Skylar, appreciating his reasoning. He doubted Raistlin was unintelligent as well; he'd already managed to keep himself from being shot for his intrusion. And while that apparently didn't matter to him, the secrecy with which he surrounded his motivations was definitely something to be wary of. Dominic wondered at Skylar's last comment, though; he seemed like a successful man with a booming business—surely he had to have more than one thing going for him?

 "One wish you say? There...is something I want, but I'm not sure it is for the better...We'll see if we find it."

 Dominic smirked; that was just as esoteric as Raistlin's personal goals. He certainly couldn't blame people for keeping such things to themselves, though; it often meant the difference between life and death, or at least the prevention of pain. He shifted his gaze to Wilheim as the mercenary offered his own opinions, pressing something on the ship's controls so that he could stop flying for a moment.

 "Heh. Well, I have no problems working with Nerestrians. To be honest, I've always wanted to see how well they do when I'm not fighting them."

He then went back to the controls.

"Dominic, I think I'll agree with Skylar on this one. After all, you are looking for the Dewprism yourself, and if what Rastlin says is true, then shoot, we'll need his help."

 Wilheim had a valid point there. Even if Raistlin's plans for the Dewprism conflicted with his own, Dominic and the others in his group could still use him to get most of the way there. And then, perhaps their group could lose him at an opportune moment, if it was necessary. Or, perhaps even preemptively, just to be safe....He turned his attention to Cuclainn, not wanting to get too far ahead of himself, and awaited her answer. She withdrew her gun back into her mechanical arm, and gave a concurrent reply.

{Unperturbed} Your choice Dominic. Their expertise may speed up the process of your hunt.

Dominic smirked; he should've expected her to have a practical answer. He watched as she immediately turned her attention towards initiating the ship's security system, which was a wise move; any more guests, he thought, and their situation would become too complicated. There were currently more people on board whom he trusted than whom he didn't, and he didn't want those proportions changing anytime soon. As she brought a series of friendly green lights into being in the control area, he returned his eyes to Raistlin and Darquewillow; his response was the last one they were waiting on. But, how to respond....

He would easily have taken the girl and left the man behind, had he a choice; she was innocuous at the very least, and had the potential to be far more valuable to him than that; he'd love to not have to make stops along the way for the sake of finding female company. However, he had a feeling separating them wasn't an option, so he would have to deal with Raistlin if he wanted her along. Truth be told, if Raistlin were purely benevolent of mind, his powers could help them immensely. However, if he didn't like the way the trip was going, he could potentially kill any of them at a moment's notice. Not to mention, his apparent baggage with the Neristrians who would “want him back” could end up getting them unintentionally involved in something nasty—and Dominic was worried enough about his own creditors catching onto their trail. Was it a risk worth taking?

 The people who were with Dominic seemed to think so. Could he trust their judgement? They had all contributed to saving his life, with no personal gain in mind...that had to count for something. They did all have powers and aptitudes of their own, and could probably stand up to a fair share of monsters; however, even without Raistlin's regenerative abilities, his knowledge of the Ancients' language would be invaluable, if he was as fluent in it as he claimed. And, the fact that he had a lead on these “ruins in the sky”...if the Neristrians were sending him on a mission to find the Dewprism, then surely they would have given him the best hints and directions possible. If this airship didn't take him along, there was a good chance he would find it before they did, and use it for his own purposes before they were even close to arriving.

Dominic bit his lip, still staring at the pair of them blankly. He sighed, and finally decided to give them an answer; he only hoped he and his companions knew what they were doing.

“Well,” he said calmly, slowly lowering his revolver and replacing it within his jacket pocket. “It seems we have an accord. So long as we each receive our one wish, and those who will 'want you back' don't cause us too much trouble, I suppose we can allow you to come with us. However,” he went on, nodding at Raistlin's recently injured hand, “I will agree with Skylar that you should probably refrain from using any more magic on board, until we can better estimate the potential consequences. And if we should run into any imposing enemies, or horrifying beasts, we will require that you assist us to the best of your abilities. After all, this isn't just a passenger service.”

 He glanced at Darquewillow, and realized he should probably lighten his tone a little. “That being said,” he went on more casually, walking towards them, “we should probably get things underway as soon as possible, so, first things first...” he grinned, as he arrived in front of Darquewillow, “as much as I love 'Dreadlocks,' why not dispense with the formalities?” He gazed at the lovely woman in front of him, gave her a charming smile, bowed low, took her hand delicately in his, and kissed it. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Darquewillow,” he said cordially, still smiling up at her, “my name is Dominic Atherton.” He straightened up, released her hand, then went over to Raistlin. “And Raistlin,” he said, in a less syrupy tone, “it seems we both have a knack for getting stabbed in the hand. Let's hope it doesn't happen too much along the way there.” He grinned, and extended his good hand to him for a handshake. “Good to meet you.”
 
(OOC: Kind of shit poast, I know.)

Both Raistlin and Darquewillow listened closely as everyone on board gave reasons for wanting them aboard. However, it was the man with the dreadlocks that they wanted the opinion of the most. Raistlin took note of his facial reactions as the crew was speaking in an attempt to perhaps figure out what he was thinking. His efforts were in vain, however, as Raistlin was still getting used to the process of emotions. Darquewillow simply looked up, hoping that they could be let aboard.

The man bit his lower lip as he started to speak. “Well, it seems we have an accord. So long as we each receive our one wish, and those who will “want you back’ don’t cause us too much trouble, I suppose we can allow you to come with us.” Draquewillow’s eyes lit up as he said those words. Raistlin simply stood there and smiled. “However, I will agree with Skylar that you should probably refrain from using any more magic on board, until we can better estimate the potential consequences.” Raistlin nodded in agreement. After all, the last thing he would want is a false alarm on ship.

“And if we should run into any imposing enemies, or horrifying beasts, we will require that you assist us to the best of your abilities. After all, this isn’t just a passenger service.” The man started walking towards them, now with a more casual and happy tone in his voice, “we should probably get things underway as soon as possible, so, first things first…” He said, as he stopped in front of Darquewillow. “As much as I love ‘Dreadlocks’, why not dispense with the formalities?” He gazed at the woman in front of him and bowed. Then, much to Darquewillow’s and Raistlin’s surprise, he took her hand and kissed it.

Darquewillow blushed as he continued speaking, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Darquewillow. My name is Dominic Atherton.” He released her hand as he made his way over to Raistlin. “And Raistlin,” he began, and Raistlin noticed a slight tone drop as he spoke to him, “it seems with both have a knack for getting stabbed in the hand. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen too much along the way there.” Dominic extended his hand, and Raistlin took it. “Good to meet you,” Dominic said. Raistlin smiled as he shook his hand, “the feeling is mutual.”

As much as Raistlin said that, he had a rather annoying feeling in his head. It was much like the feeling of anger… As he saw Dominic kiss Darquewillow’s hand he started to feel it. Was it jealousy? Raistlin couldn’t be sure. Human emotions were far too illogical, he just knew he didn’t like it. Darquewillow was still red in the face as she noticed that Dominic’s last name. “Um… excuse me. Your last name, Atherton, was it? Have I heard that name before?”

Raistlin went to take a seat nearest to him as he simply said, “let’s get this show on the road, Dreadlocks.” Raistlin suddenly had competition… he didn’t like that. However, he was somewhat interested in the mechanical woman. He had never seen another artificial creation like that before, even if it was inferior to his design… Even so, it was greatly interesting to him that he wasn’t the only artificial life form on board.
 
OOC: Since oli seems to have jumped outta this RP, i guess ill remove Arya from his ship via some god ability and retconn her into another area for interaction with you guys i guess. Its gonna be a long while tho. Probably not till we hit the next destination. So for now..... an idle Cuclainn post. Squee is gonna have to lift off with Dominic's direction

Cuclainn

With everything settled, it was time to finally leave. Cuclainn's fingers danced across the keys that were labeled under security and fire control. Her specialty was, after all, weaponry and fire support, so it was normal for this station to be under her control. All the guns were active and ready to fire and all exterior doors were latched tightly shut. Next, she walked over to a small supply closet inside the bridge with an oddly heavily secure door and swung it open. Inside sat a plethora of normal weaponry including rifles, shotguns, pistols, small explosives to a Cuclainn special corner with a tri chain gun, a portable 50mm cannon, belt fed grenade launchers and heavy machine guns. It made sense since she couldn't do magic that she should provide enough weaponry to repel those that do. It was her job to ensure Dominic got his Dewprism so her job turned out to be the first line defense and muscle of the ship.

{Professional} Once again, all green on weapons and security systems. There seems to be no additional hitch hikers so i believe we can be on our way, Sir Dominic


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(OOC: Sorry for the long wait, all the male characters will probably have to shave huge beards off themselves after waiting so long now :gonk: Hope this is good enough, have been out of the swing of things for a while)
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“the feeling is mutual.”

Dominic nodded at Raistlin as they finished shaking hands, then turned his attention to the lovely Darquewillow, whose face was starting to match her outfit's color. “Um… excuse me. Your last name, Atherton, was it? Have I heard that name before?”

Dominic's stomach dropped a bit, on instinct. Recognition wasn't normally a good thing for him lately, and he wondered at how nervous it made him to hear it come from even an innocent-looking young woman such as the one before him. He used to love speaking freely to women; it was one of the things that had made him so popular with them, and he hated feeling so inhibited with what he could say ever since he'd been having problems with his creditors. He quickly pondered the consequences of every answer he could give her, though, and finally settled on the easiest card to play, something humorous.

“Heh,” he laughed, giving her a devious grin. “Well, that depends on the context, darling. If you've heard it in relation to my family's prestigious record of manufacturing and selling the world's finest steam engines, then yes, I'll be glad to own up to an association with it. However, anything nasty you may have heard about the name Atherton is just rubbish and fairy tales, of course.” He hesitated, and figured that was enough for the time being. “I'm always quite flattered to hear that I'm being spoken of, though. I take it you're from somewhere in Skylerk, yes?”
“let’s get this show on the road, Dreadlocks.”

Dominic's eyes darted to Raistlin, whom he just noticed had taken a seat near to him. He was a bit irked by the man's demeanor; he had arrived an uninvited guest, after all, and was now trying to prod them along as though he were at liberty to do so. Dominic couldn't shake the feeling that he'd have to keep an eye on him; though Darquewillow seemed innocent enough, her unusual companion had too much of a secretive air about him, and that sort of person wasn't exactly the safest to spend time traveling with. Plus, Dominic thought with mild irritation, he hated being interrupted when he was attempting to speak to women...

{Professional} Once again, all green on weapons and security systems. There seems to be no additional hitch hikers so i believe we can be on our way, Sir Dominic

Dominic hesitated; Cuclainn's voice suddenly reminded him of something important, and he quickly turned around to look at her. He grinned, then nodded to Raistlin, attempting to be as polite as possible. “Not a problem, it looks like we're ready.” He then smiled at Darquewillow, and nodded to her. “Excuse me for a moment, we'll have to pick this up again once we're underway. I'll admit I've met very few women who are mechanically inclined, however; I do find that very interesting.” He gave her a fond smile, then turned and headed for where Cuclainn was, wondering exactly what it was that had kept such a cute young woman as Darquewillow at Raistlin's side for any more than five seconds....

His eyes met Cuclainn's lovely visage as he arrived at her side, and he surveyed the well-stocked weapon cabinet that stood open near her once he got there. He stood right next to Cuclainn, and casually examined some of the gadgets, delighted at what he was seeing. “Excellent work, my dear! Thank you for looking over everything so thoroughly. Skylar, whenever you're ready, I think we're safe to head out. Or Wilheim; whichever one of you would care to fly us to our first destination.”
He discreetly glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one else would be able to hear the next part, then edged a bit closer to Cuclainn and lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. “Actually, Cuclainn,” he said quietly, pretending to examine some more of the gadgets, “I wanted to thank you, for acting so swiftly earlier. I must request something of you, though. I know I've hired you to help, but...please, don't use your own body as a shield for me. Forgive me, but it would grieve me to see a lady sustain any sort of injury in my stead.” He glanced up at her, and smiled weakly. "No matter how capable you are. I'd love to have your help in many ways, just...not that one, alright?"

He stepped away from Cuclainn, trying not to think of how she might have ended up with mechanical parts in the first place, and returned his attention to figuring out their destination, facing everyone else again. “Now...Raistlin, you had mentioned something about some 'ruins in the sky,' yes? If others are seeking the Dewprism as well, then it may be best for us to hasten to these particular ruins, to see if we might head them off. Would you be able to provide us with directions, sir? Which way should we head first? And how long will it take us to arrive there?”
 
OOC: Short one because Kevin or Squee are the pilot for now. Just to respond to Kate

Cuclainn

“Excellent work, my dear! Thank you for looking over everything so thoroughly.

{Slightly Prideful} It is my job and personal motto. If i am to do something, do it beyond thoroughly and see to it that it succeeds.

It was good to see that she was at the very least meeting her employer's standard, even if its just the beginning of the job. That meant that any further effort should be at or above Dominic's standard. She had never been told that she was not meeting her client's reputation, but she knew it probably wasn't a good thing and a horrible feeling...

 “Actually, Cuclainn....."

Dominic's lowered voice for some reason gave Cuclainn a slight sinking feeling.

I wanted to thank you, for acting so swiftly earlier. I must request something of you, though. I know I've hired you to help, but...please, don't use your own body as a shield for me. Forgive me, but it would grieve me to see a lady sustain any sort of injury in my stead.”

She really didn't quite understand Dominic. From her mercenary education to every single employer till now, it was client first. If the client died or was injured, then it was a failure, even if the main goal succeeded. She had always been told stories of injured clients deducting pay, even if their wounds was their own fault. Here, Dominic was asking her to not try her best to ensure his safety. Little does Cuclainn realise that her definition of "best of her ability" differed from most people. She would step and dive into a heavy firefight, that was what she was taught. Dominic's request has put indecision in Cuclainn's mind. Does she follow her employer's request or keep true to her training?

No matter how capable you are. I'd love to have your help in many ways, just...not that one, alright?"

To cover her confusion, Cuclainn tried something she rarely, if ever did. Humour.

{Attempted Humour} Ha.ha. Well, i am already pretty injured already...

Cuclainn lifted her hands up, to show him her mechanical digits and arms.

I am sure one or two more wound here and there won't make a difference.

She even attempted a smile she so often see inside magazines and photos. Little did she know that her laugh seemed artificial and awkward, even by her standards and her smile was barely more than an upward curve of the corner of her lips, despite her effort.

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OOC: Short post, sorry guys. :sad3:

"Alright guys, welcome aboard then." Wilhelm said to Raistlin and Darquewillow as he kept the Airship hovering on autopilot. For it to keep in the air without the use of the pilot was nothing short of astounding, a feat of innovative engineering.

With everything set, Wilhelm sat up from out of the cockpit seat and looked at Skylar. "Since you said that you were going to pilot it, I'll let you take over. I'll check the engines, see if they are running optimally." Wilhelm took a bow. "If you excuse me, Ladies, Gentlemen." Wilhelm walked passed the group, and headed for the engine room.
 
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