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Post by Chai on Jan 1, 2017 0:55:32 GMT
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CELESTIAL EVENT: Full MoonOOC NOTES: This thread is open to three people to avoid overcrowding, excluding myself. Let's hope this'll be fun! ouobKEY
"Shopkeeper dialogue"
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
"Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadHOOK, LINE, AND SINKER
Today was another day for a certain goat from another world. After a run in with Callion yesterday, an oozaru trashing their home the day before that, and an eventful escapade in the west even further back, Chai had strayed into the Southern lands. The ocean nearby was as still as a millpond, the surface was barely a placid ripple, breaking the sunlight into a mosaic of reflected colors. Not too far from the unmoving prow came a pod of orca, breaking the surface with their black dorsal fins. At least they could move under their own steam. A nearby boat's sail hung like a Christmas stocking waiting to be filled, but no wind came.
A wide variety of shops lined the nearby streets: antique and art stalls, jewelry and accessory shops, luxury boutiques, souvenir markets and stores selling leather goods, all showcasing an array of the finest wares from across the galaxy. Tourists flocked to them like fireflies to a lamp, enthusiasm accentuating their features. The melody of the drawl of sightseers and the strong, distinct accents of the locals drifted through Chai's ever so touchy ears as they ambled past. There were chimes of bells that tinkled incessantly as the people sauntered in and out of the stores, entranced by the merchandise. They purchased bags of picturesque paintings, fragile but colorful figurines created from glass, and shirts with simplified designs of sea life from Earth and many other planets.
The town itself had many different buildings, borrowing this and that from another era and culture from across the universe. Many species exchanged information and goods in relative peace in this town, reminding Chai of the forced harmony the Crimson Strikers found. Saiyans and Arcosians chatted about, while Chai caught eye of a heran and a namekian playing a game of volleyball on the nearby beach. Chai was thankful that this world could find itself in an era of peace currently impossible for his own world.
Currently the goat from another universe was exchanging some goods with a few traders for more survival equipment for his endearing life in the northern lands. With his house totaled by an oozaru, Chai was homeless once more, sadly. Guardia hovered near the goat, picking up some fabrics and tying them around his hilt to test out their comfort, before deeming the fabric unworthy and tossing it sloppily back onto the pile where he originally found it. Setting down some odds and supplies on the counter near the clerk, the goat simply began to pull out some Zeni from his pockets while the storeowner examined the goat's purchases. "Hm- odd choices here, buddy. You aren't planning to head out to sea with all this survival gear, are you?" The clerk asked, causing Chai to raise a furry white brow. "No, why do you ask?" The goat responded, trying to make small talk while the man scanned his items while looking up to the seven-foot-tall goat. "Well, you see, ships have been disappearing left and right as of late!" Instantly Chai was intrigued.Disappearing ships? It would be best to stay away from the seas if that was the case- but a little voice in the goat's head wanted to know more. "Uh, do you know what's causing it?" The goat asked, tilting his large head to the side.
"Nope- that's what everyone's been trying to figure out! But the ocean just gobbled up any souls that travel into it. Some say that there's treasure out there, or a band pirates! Others say there's a lost city, while even more suggest that it's the work of the supernatural." Ignoring a frustrated telepathic grunt from Guardia as he tossed away his thirtieth piece of fabric, Chai continued to listen to the old shopkeeper. This sure was a mystery he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of. Shaking his head while eyeing the goat's curious expression, the short old man continued the tale, staring off at the sea and stroking his small beard. "Even warriors who fly out to sea are driven back from a mighty storm, but any vessels just seem to poof away! It would be a shame to see another batch of strapping young men and women go." Chai blinked a few times, giving the man a quick nod of agreement. While he was about to scan the last of Chai's items, the man froze while looking out the window at the seas. Raising a brow, Chai followed the senior's gaze to see a ship pulling into the harbor- a large wooden sailboat with three masts.
"Stars above, I thought that ol' ship vanished months ago!" The man spoke, causing Chai to narrow his eyes at the vessel. Odd... he couldn't sense a single ki signature inside of it. Guardia floated over, now donning a red cloth around his hilt. 'What did I miss? Ya' look like you've seen a ghost!' Guardia spoke, glancing towards Chai's puzzled expression. Determination filling the goat's eyes once more, Chai grabbed Guardia's hilt, looking over to the old man. "We're going to investigate. Anything else we should know?" Chai spoke, his tail swaying to and fro anxiously beneath his black woolen garbs. Recognizing the determination and curiosity in Chai's eyes, but also a sense of heisitancy and caution, the man sighed speaking once more. "If you're planning to brave the seas now, I can only pray for your safety, young one. I know just about as much as you." Nodding, Chai quickly dashed off to the ship that had just pulled up, scanning it over and over again for any sign of life inside.
A crowd had gathered near the ship, but Chai was quick to leap over them and aboard the vessel, earning some startled gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Landing aboard the deck with a thud, Chai looked around- everything seemed untouched and in mint condition. A few beers were half-drunk and set on a barrel, while a few chairs lay pulled out from some tables. Trotting inside, Chai first found himself in the diner of the vessel. Glancing around, the goat eyed half-eaten meals and set tables. The curtains blew despite a clear lack of wind, and even Guardia felt a chill go down his nonexistent spine. Then there was the smell, something inscrutable but with a familiar undertone no-one could quite put their finger on.
"...Nope." Chai spoke while Guardia hovered beside him, slamming the door shut and trotting off the vessel. 'What?!' Guardia called, flying after his partner when Chai hopped off the ship, hands in the air. 'Oh, come on Chai! Don't be a pansy!! I wanna know more about this!!!' Guardia called while the crowd eyed the passing goat zoan and sword before turning their attention to the ghost ship. "Guardia, you saw that. It's like everyone on that damn thing vanished from their seats! Just boom- gonezo. Bye bye. No more. That's not going to happen to you or me if we don't even go out there in the first place!" Chai turned around, hissing somewhat. There was no way Guardia was making him go out into that ocean after what they just saw. 'Are you scaaaareed?' Guardia spoke in a singsong tune, aiming to taunt his partner enough to make him comply. "Yes! And I'm NOT going out there! We don't even have a ship, and you know I can't fly yet!" Guardia huffed, glancing to the side. He was intriged, while Chai was frightened. The sword would have to find a way to make the goat comply, whether he liked it or not! Guardia was too interested in whatever made all those people vanish... Perhaps others had heard the town's tale as well?
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Post by Trouza on Jan 1, 2017 1:59:56 GMT
Home to countless settlements of different cultures and architecture, the Southern Islands were a mish mash of strewn towns dotted across the continent. Aside from South Capitol, various towns of various clans, tribes, refugees and even pirates call it their home. Even though a native, Trouza still hasn't visited them all, something he'd wish to do some time soon. Though his powers allow him to fly and breeze through the ocean waves, he still prefer good old walking, having gotten used to his own pilgrim ways. He had all the time in the world to do so, and freely exploring his own land was a luxury he could not afford before. Dad issues. Trouza happened upon a quaint old-looking town that day, not too much of the flying coupes and high futuristic towers one would usually see in the Capitol. However, the people were still varied even with aliens. Perhaps some sort of refuge town or niche resort town? It did have its charms, Trouza admitted. He didn't mind taking a look around, as he had already worked up a sweat from early morning training and walking earlier in the day. To his left, shops lined the streets overlooking the beach head, with a multitude of people doing their shopping at the novelty shops. To his right however, a ship being crowded over seemed to be the main attraction of the beautiful shoreline. While Trouza usually avoided crowds, this place had a sort of ominous hush hush that the crowd seemed to share. The ship wasn't supposed to be there, and people were quiet and scared instead of a usually cheery beach attraction. He decided to check that out first. As he approached the boat and worked his way across the scattered crowd, a goat man leapt across and landed on deck, seemingly also investigating the boat. The crowds murmurs were enough to fill him in with information, especially from the more elder sea hands who seemingly knew or pretended to know everything shouting what was the fate of the boat. From what it looked like, this boat and its passengers was one of many who have vanished without a trace in the area. Curious as well, Trouza flew towards the deck himself and looked around the mostly untouched deck. "Found anything?" Trouza threw at the stranger, both having the common goal of finding out what really happened to the boat. His sense of concern overshadowed pleasantries and introductions. That and he'd hope to solve this puzzle in time to return to exploring the shops and look for something good to eat for his mid day. "Where it came from? What happened..."Trailing off as he helped in the search, Trouza hoped the goat didn't mind another friendly hand. Now that Trouza was back, one can count on him to protect the area. He owed his people that much.
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Post by Rayne on Jan 1, 2017 2:20:19 GMT
Thread PL: 2,276
Just one of the more recent visits on Rayne's quest to become a famous martial arts master, the otter zoan's feet padded on the streets as he wandered through the coastal town. Had he not been carrying his travel bag over his shoulder and wearing his favorite blue and white gi, the people might have mistaken him to be a regular otter who had somehow wandered into town. That was one of the drawbacks to being a zoan, body types were always a gamble and he drew the short straw, as it were. He wasn't quite sure what had drawn him to this place, maybe it was just instinct. He was an otter, after all, so seaside towns and ports came naturally to him, but then he had also begun to hear rumors of trouble happening to those who went out to sea. But, unfortunately, nobody had any more specific information to give him, without telling him to check it out for himself.
So that's how he found himself wandering by the docks just in time to see the abandoned ship sailing into the harbor and another zoan with, and he couldn't believe he was seeing this, a floating, talking sword accompanying him as they boarded the ship and began to investigate. Rayne decided to follow them and see what was going on, but hadn't yet learned how to fly, so he was forced to take the more standard way of boarding the vessel. Just in time to hear the two investigators begin arguing with each other. As he reached the deck of the ship, he set his bag down for a moment and cleared his throat politely before speaking up.
"Uhh, excuse me?" he waved with one webbed hand at them, "I couldn't help but over hear there's some kind of mystery going on?"
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Post by Big Train on Jan 1, 2017 2:39:29 GMT
[HWs ON: 5,753 PL]
Big Train finally made his way back to the South after his travels up to the North and the adventures that were had. He was ecstatic, he couldn't have possibly picked a better day, it was beautiful! Big Train was planning to make good use of it. The South was really the only place Big Train hadn't gotten a good look at yet, even though it was his ultimate goal.
After all, his original quest was finding the Turtle School that was close by. But now he found himself wandering around the town, enjoying the sights of the all merchants wares and the many different cultures and peoples coming together in one place. And in peace no less! It certainly was a change from the recent Saiyan Envasion, but Big Train most definitely enjoyed it.
After stopping by an antique store, he was a sucker for stuff like that, he continued to make his way down the street. He hadn't notice the unmanned ship until he heard the gathering crowd gasp. Then he realized, there were no signs of life on board, which is probably why he didn't register it.
Well, either that or his energy sensing was a bit off, which wouldn't come to a surprise as he was still mastering it. But he made his way over to the boat to check out what was going down. That's when he saw Chai and Mr. Sword. Big Train would wave over towards the duo, "Hey Chai and Guardia, nice meeting you guys again" he would say simply.
Despite their past adventure, he still didn't know either of them all too well. He closed the distance between them and continued, "What's going on with this ship, is everything alright?". That's when Trouza would approach too, Big Train would give him a nod, "I'm wondering the same thing" he'd say with a friendly smile.
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Post by Chai on Jan 2, 2017 21:22:26 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,775 PL (-75% Heavy Weights)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: Full MoonOOC NOTES: Guardia, no.
KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
"Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadHOOK, LINE, AND SINKER
In the midst of Chai and Guardia's disagreement, more faces began to show. First came Big Train, one of Chai's acquaintances. Earning a nod of affirmation from the goat when he said it was nice to see them again, the man soon questioned what was going on on the ship. Before either could respond, second would come a human with a mustache, whom questioned if the duo had found anything yet. Before either Chai or Guardia could respond yet again, the floating sword and goat zoan would eye another fellow zoanthrope, this one an otter. The young one spoke of the mystery of the missing people on the boat, earning a quick nod from the sword. That seemed to be the last of people to pop up, thankfully...
Now having some room to speak, Chai would pry his attention off of Guardia, which would prove to be a big mistake. First directing his attention to Trouza, Chai would shake his head. "No-- the crew just vanished without a trace. No clues or anything, it just looked like they vanished from thin air!" Chai spoke with a sigh. The others might notice a mischievous glint in Guardia's eye as the sword floated behind Chai, moving his form to float horizontally. Not noticing his partner plotting in the background. Eyeing the otter and Big Train, the goat would speak once more while Guardia seemed to be taking practice swings at the goat's head, like how a child would practice hitting a baseball. Thankfully, the blade seemed intent on hitting Chai with his hilt instead of slicing his head off with his blade. "But if you'll excuse me, I better get going. I'm not going to-- GHK!" And with that, Guardia would bash his hilt against Chai's neck, knocking the goat out cold!
Slumping over as his eyes rolled back into his head, Chai fell backwards and landed on the ground with a thud while Guardia eyed the goat with a smug eye. Looking down to the unconscious zoan on the ground for a moment, Guardia would then speak telepathically to the three earthlings. '...Now help me hide the body or you'll join him.' He spoke, narrowing his looming eye. After a few moments of silence, the sword would throw his form back with a light eye and a laugh. 'Haha! Just kidding, mate! Chai'll be fine. But he's coming with me to find out what's going on, whether he likes it or not!' Guardia spoke with a laugh, doing a sarcastic flip in the air. The sentient sword rolled his eye, speaking once more. 'You're curious too, right? Wanna help? It'll be fun~' Guardia spoke with curiosity and joy. Even if the group did say no, Guardia was just planning on letting them meet the same fate as Chai and forcing them along. A captain did need a crew, after all!
Guardia orbited the group in a circle, landing on the ground near Big Train. The self-proclaimed captain of the crew shook his form, remembering he hadn't even introduced himself yet. 'Oh, where are my manners? I am Guardia, and the conked-out goat dude over there is my best buddy, Chai.' Guardia spoke, motioning to the unconscious goat slumped on the ground. The blade could hardly contain his excitement for this expedition as he hovered around, bouncing on the ground with a starry eye. |
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Post by Rayne on Jan 2, 2017 21:53:58 GMT
Needless to say, randomly knocking out the goat caused Rayne to instinctively move into a battle stance before the mystical weapon -or whatever force compelled it to act on its own- started to ask for their assistance. Basically, the sword was abducting his 'best buddy' and propositioning complete strangers to help them do so. All in the interest of having fun!
"And why the heck would we do that!?" he asked, his gaze darting between the sword and the goat, "If he's your best friend, that doesn't speak very highly of your trustworthiness." He relaxed his stance a little after realizing two others were nearby who could have probably assisted if the weapon proved hostile. He didn't know exactly how powerful they were, but a cursory scan told him they were probably leagues more experienced than anything the otter could muster. He just hoped they were on the same page and they didn't turn hostile as well.
"And my name is Rayne, since you were so polite in introducing yourself." he sarcastically quipped. Despite his tone, he was having serious doubts about being able to challenge any of them to a real fight. His best bet would have been to jump overboard at the first opportunity and call for help. And yet, he found himself transfixed by curiosity for where this situation was going. Against his better judgement, he decided to stay where he was for now, at least until he saw how the others responded to this turn of events.
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Post by Trouza on Jan 3, 2017 3:50:51 GMT
Trouza was rummaging through the empty but pristine ship looking for clues or items possibly dropped by one of the passengers that might leave a trail as to where they went. The ship was apparently supposed to be filled with guests and the goat man explained the situation further. Seemingly he wasn't too keen on going through all the trouble of looking for the people who disappeared. The sword however was all too eager; powerful in stature and aura but seemingly giddy especially with its mouth. The other new passengers, the masked wrestler would probably be good in a fight as well and soak up all the attention, while the otter had spirit and looked like it wanted to help eagerly. It was Trouza's first time to meet these heroes and some of them have already been acquainted before. He has never met this much powerful individuals in one place before, often meeting wanderers one by one on the road during his travels. Luckily, for the three of them (four, if the goat woke up), whatever it was that made the ship's inhabitants vanish would have a hard time making them disappear and would have to face them in combat. Unexpectedly, as the goat was trying to excuse his way out of this undertaking, his sentient sword knocked him to the ground with a loud thud. Stopping what he was doing, Trouza saw Guardia glaring at them, its multi-colored aura blazing as if threatening them all. Trouza didn't have to be telepathically threatened twice to get to moving, and he went toward the unconscious zoan with haste. He was already halfway walking towards the unconscious zoan to dispose of his body when the sentient sword proclaimed he was merely joking. Half-serious and half-startled, Trouza shrugged nonchalantly as if he was also kidding in disposing the goat man's remains. He turned around and looked at his fellow mates' reactions and it seemed the otter wasn't too well pleased, threatening, or being threatened by, the sword now talking to them in their minds. As the sword introduced himself as Guardia and the otter responded cautiously as well, Trouza eased back and went ahead to introduce himself as well. "Pleasure to meet you all. The name's Trouza. I'm from the south too and this case of missing people just won't do. I won't allow it. Oh.." "Here's an idea." Trouza snapped, specifically at the leader of this expedition; the sword, as he was rubbing his chin. "How about we set sail on this boat and do what the guests did? Big man could shove this ship towards open waters and we can sail away. Then we just have to wait to get abducted." Of course, the plan wouldn't have too much merit if the ship's crew met instant death upon their disappearance, but it was unlikely and they definitely would be more capable of facing whatever monster or bandit it was that abducted those men. Whether or not they agreed with his plan, Trouza was already walking towards the pantry to look for some bottle of expensive wine or good food and was going to find himself a deck side seat to lounge in. Not having the opportunity to grab a bite to eat back in town as he thought this business would be over quick, he'd just go ahead and take advantage of the situation. They needed all the rest and preparation they could get for whatever was behind the veil of mystery surrounding the guests' whereabouts. The sooner they solve this mystery, the sooner the waters would be safe again.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 3, 2017 5:04:48 GMT
Big Train was a bit startled by Guardia's KO'ing of Chai. It seemed a bit excessively slapstick, but who was he to talk? He was the one dressed like a bargain bin luchador. He casually watched as the goat wonder hit the deck. Big Train was probably the calmest of the group. After all, he had seen Guardia's devotion and affection for Chai first hand, so he wasn't too worried in that regard.
The pair made a good duo. Big Train waved a meaty hand towards the otter zoan as he dropped into a fighting stance, "You don't need to worry man, you can trust both of them. They're good people". When Guardia did he encirclement of the group, Big Train couldn't help but be amazed by the beautiful colors of his blade yet again.
He landed close by, Big Train's eye would stick to him for a second before everyone started introducing themselves. "It's nice to meet you Rayne, Trouza, I'm Big Train" he'd give them a big friendly smile and raise up a hand in greeting. Then Trouza said something that piqued the Big Train's interest.
"Yeah! I like Trouza's idea. Let's go, we have to protect these people and make sure that no one gets hurt again" his face would shift from a very jolly expression an uncharacteristically serious one. Big Train couldn't stand by and let innocent folk be hurt and terrorized. He's long since promised to help all those in need and had no plans of not joining Captain Guardia's crew.
Outside of helping people, he liked the idea of flinging a boat into a course seabound. It sounded like fun. A win win in Big Train's mind. He'd give Captain Guardia a salute and then he would start getting into position.
(You can assume Big Train would push the boat on course if you want to take that course of action and get straight to it without having to wait for another go round)
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Post by Chai on Jan 3, 2017 20:03:03 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,775 PL (-75% Heavy Weights)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: Full MoonOOC NOTES: Guardia, no.
KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
"Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadHOOK, LINE, AND SINKER
The tiny otter was the first one to question their captain's orders, earning a narrowed eye from Guardia. When he spoke of the trustworthiness between the partners, Guardia would wave a crossguard dismissively with a closed eye. 'Nah, Chai's just a complete and utter pansy sometimes. I swear, he's TOO cautious sometimes... You can't have fun if you're too concerned about every little thing!' He spoke, folding his guards as if they were a pair of arms and staring off to the side.
Big Train was quick to back up the sword while Chai was still knocked out, lying on the ground with his tongue out. Brushing himself off, the arrogant blade would close his eye and speak in his usual overconfident tone when Big Train said that they were both good people. 'Of course! I'm he nicest demon you'll ever meet!' Guardia spoke, opening his eye and floating over to Rayne after he introduced himself, leaning against the otter's side with his blade perhaps a bit too close for comfort.
'Besides, it would be a reaaaal shame if people kept disappearing...' The sword spoke to the otter, quickly giving him some personal space and clearing his throat, despite not actually having one. Flexing his crossguards and looking at the otter with a determined eye, the sword telepathically spoke to the group, but directed his statement to the otter in particular. 'If we can find out the cause and stop it, we'll be heroes!'
Guardia spoke, his eye lighting up like a star once more. He'd point off to the crowd gathering below, speaking in that same cocky tone while tying to get the otter aboard the crew. 'People will rejoice in the presence of their mighty savior, Rayne! They'll chant your name with joy!' Floating to the otter with his guards folded once more, the blade closed his eye halfway and spoke to the zoan. 'So, little otter, do you want to be a hero?'
Regardless of Rayne's response, Guardia would turn his attention when Trouza introduced himself and gave the group a plan- the could use this boat to head off and bait a trap for whoever or whatever wad causing these disappearances! 'Exactly! It'll be just like in all those stories I heard as a fledgling!' Guardia proclaimed, floating up to the wheel on the three-masted ship's wooden helm. 'Adventure! Thrills! Emotion! All packed into one big journey!' The sword flew near the dge of the ship, using his telekinesis to raise the anchor, causing the vessel to sway to and fro for a moment. 'So crew, let's shove off now, shall we? Anchors aweigh!' The sword beckoned, doing another happy flip in the air.
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Post by Rayne on Jan 3, 2017 23:36:55 GMT
If Rayne was apprehensive about the sword before, openly proclaiming itself to be a demon did not help matters. But the masked fighter speaking in their defense put him slightly more at ease. Once more, Rayne did a cursory scan of those assembled and got the sense that this 'Big Train' was probably the second strongest person on the ship. He decided sticking close to him would be the best security option.
"Fine..." the zoan said as Guardia made tempting promises. Had he been leaning any closer, he might have shaved a few hairs off the otter, but he thankfully seemed to have been distracted again just as suddenly as before. "But if this goes horrendously sideways, I'm jumping ship!" he promised, before holding up both hands and wiggling his fingers, showing off the webbing between them. He wiggled his toes as well, making it clear that he might actually survive the swim back to shore if that became necessary. With his mind made up, he began to absently wander around the deck, searching for something to do. Preparing a ship to set sail wasn't something that 2 foot tall animals were properly designed to handle. But the sword seemed to have things covered. After all, it was moving the heavy anchor with its mind, apparently. Who's to say it couldn't lower the sails, raise the gang plank, or whatever other sailor jargon was thrown around during such a process?
Finally, Rayne had the bright idea of investigating the captain's quarters of the ship. If his hunch was right, there would have been a map or a travel log of some kind detailing the previous crew's adventures. Everything else looked to be abandoned on the spot, so he couldn't imagine that those items would have gone missing too... Unless whoever kidnapped the crew didn't want their adventures to be traced by others.
"Hey 'captain' I'm going through your stuff!" he called over his shoulder to Guardia as he placed his hand on the door and gently pushed it open, waiting in the door frame for the others to acknowledge him. Just in case there were any dangers inside that he wasn't prepared for.
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Post by Trouza on Jan 4, 2017 3:21:53 GMT
Trouza found it amusing really, at first. A sword who's gonna be captain of a ship and heavens know how it'll be able to steer this ship. But then a couple of tricks here and there, the anchor raising on its own and the ship setting off removed that doubt. Which reminded him, how the hells did the ship get there on the beach head with the anchors firm in its place on its own? It sounded peculiar, that only a telepath could do that and the only one on board was Guardia. Not wanting to question the motive of the demon sword directly, Trouza merely bided his time and decided he'd just try to get something out of this trip by looking inside the deck quarters and guest rooms for something valuable. Chai the Goat might have answers if he weren't so knocked out. Guess they didn't need Big Train to shove the ship into deeper waters as well. About time too, as the crowd below was already getting restless. Hopefully they'd be back in a few hours or so, Trouza hoped. And as the hours passed Trouza went from carefree to overanalyzing. "I'll go check the rest of the ship for any clues.", Trouza absently muttered. Captain Guardia was already at the helm while the cautious otter also went off investigating the captain's quarters. With Guardia announcing his intention for adventure and Trouza mostly agreeing, that left Trouza free to explore the rest of the ship. Adventure in Trouza's mind however usually involved a big, iron wrought chest full of treasure at the end of the day, though he usually separated the days when he helped the people genuinely and days when he went ahead and got some for himself. Right now, there are people disappearing, and a very real danger that the motley crew of warriors might have bitten off more than they can chew. Guardia seemed to be pretty calm about this, probably because he'd be the last sentient being on board to actually die a horrible death. Still, he needed to focus on what they might face on the other side of the mysterious veil, rarely facing an enemy head on without getting time to analyze them first. Scuttling the pantry for food and then getting back on deck, all Trouza could do now was wait and meditate, ready to use his ki when a monster rears its ugly head. He didn't want to seem aloof and distant from his fellow adventurers and he pretended to lounge like he was taking a vacation, but Trouza was tense. From time to time he would smile back whenever the others would look at him, but in his mind he was already thinking how he could count on them and if ever worse comes to worst; how to get out of the ship and get back to civilization. Sitting in one corner of the ship's railings, he looked around in the sea for anything peculiar. He'd make friends with the others afterwards with cheers and beer, he thought. Right now, life and death wasn't so certain.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 4, 2017 5:17:07 GMT
Sure, Guardia could probably push them off, but the Big Train had already set his mind on pushing the damn ship out into deeper water, and dammit, he still was going to! So he hopped into the shallow waters, shallow enough for his head and shoulders to stick out of the water. He moved himself over the to frame of the ship, gently placing both of his hands on its wood.
He shifted his legs into a wider stance, his shoulders dunking into the ocean. He slowly bent his arms and then... BANG! He shoved the ship so hard it shot off like a bullet into the deeper waters and over any sandbars that might have been in the way. The only problem was... he pushed a little too hard.
The ship was quite a ways away now and just how was he going to get on? But soon the rag tag crew of sailors would see Big Train shoot out from where he was, creating a large splash of water to cover the nearby gathering crowd. He soared through the air and landed surprisingly gracefully on the deck of the ship. To anyone paying attention, it would have been clear that he had jumped, not flown. It was all pretty impressive considering he did it all while submerged in water. "Phew, thought you guys were gonna have to leave without me for a second" he laughed.
He made his way up to the stern of the ship so that he could gaze out into the distance, towards where they were heading. He'd reach into his pants pocket and whip out a candy bar. He planned on enjoying his snack while peering out at the beautiful water and the sights around them. He didn't have the luxury of going to the ocean very often, being an orphan that bounced from one side of the continent to the other. So he enjoyed little moments like these when he could get them.
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Post by Trouza on Jan 17, 2017 5:27:53 GMT
((With Sketch's absence, shall we turn this thread in mates? Big Train Rayne )) Edit: Requesting PL |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 17, 2017 5:29:11 GMT
(I would like to wait, if possible.)
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Post by Rayne on Jan 17, 2017 5:40:21 GMT
(I would like to wait, if possible.) (He said he'll be gone for a week or possibly a month. And when I asked him earlier, he already suggested turning it in if we were tired of waiting. It's already been 13 days since Big Train's post, I don't think this one's going to progress further.  )
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