Post by Blaka on Oct 2, 2016 11:51:25 GMT -5
A still smoking cigarette plummeted to the floor as the woman's jaw dropped wide open. Sizzling in the snow down there it was soon extinguished entirely. Half a second later, a wooden guitar case landed right next to it. Its lid sprung wide open and revealed the mess inside. Not only an instrument, but a roll of bandages, a box full of red bodypaint, a pack of smokes plus lighter and a big black piece of cloth were stuffed inside.
Its owner, a young blonde in her early twenties, began trembling all over. An outside observer could have deduced this was due to the lack of any sort of cold gear on her body. Instead of an appropriately thick jacket, this lady was only covered by a low cut black shirt and tight jeans. At best her mouse gray fur boots would do something against the freezing air. However, this was not the reason. A wild chaotic mix of fear and excitement was throwing her mind into shambles. For her icy blue hues had spotted something she had not seen in ages:
A ship, a swimming fortress she knew all too well in and out. Pitchblack sturdy wood shaped the hull, a darkness only lit up by the singular dark red flames painted all over it. The railing was broken up like a fence, making it look as if a wall of sharp teeth was surrounding the deck. Three humongous masts made from the same black wood rose up into the sky from there, each of them holding huge black sails and flying the skull flag atop their crows nests. Near the rear of the vessel, smoke from the kitchen came blowing out of the airvents as usual. The Gehena. Home and hell at the same time...
That was yesterday. A day later, the same femme was sitting in the ship's throne room below deck. She was wearing the black cloth from her case now, a hooded cloak that hid her body entirely. Only the tips of her bloodless pale fingers and the cig smoke coming out every few seconds from under the hood even hinted at something alive in there. The woman was kind of lazily slumped on the throne, observing the scene in front of her with little interest.
The excitement from yesterday had vanished entirely. Upon arrival she found out immediately that the ship harbored nothing but moronic thugs anymore. Some of them had been met before, at least they remembered her. But the only people of interest - swordman Vivo Segno and Captain Amelia Sorange DeLacreux - had mysteriously vanished. A miracle these fools had survived the week and managed to get the ship to a port before starving. In fact, the city guard here would have raided them soon enough and killed them anyway if they hadn't listened go her orders and left to the sea again. None could explain where Vivo or Amy had gone off to. Not that this was really surprising. A godlike being like the fairy was bound to lose interest in a band of idiots eventually. Still, disappointing. At the same time, a relief. The cloaked lady had had her fair share of nightmares of the day she would have had to explain her sudden disappearance. Even if it was the truth, a simple gust of wind throwing her over board at night would likely not have been an acceptable apology to the goddess.
Either way, this abandoned ship of fools needed a new leader. A leader who would take Amelia's place as Captain and drive the crew until they could find out why they had been left alone. Luckily, everyone had agreed to the returnee's conditions in exchange for not suffering the same fate as the few who had voice a different opinion. One's life was a precious thing after all.
Despite her general disappointment about the state of the crew, the new Captain of the Dusk Pirates couldn't help but find enjoyment in one of the first laws she had set up. A morning routine that was to be uphold by everyone on the ship who liked to keep their eyes. The throne room was mostly empty, aside from the throne itself and the crimson carpetry on the floor and walls. It took up a third of the entire ship after all. However, right now it was filled with people. Two dozen men were kneeling in neat rows on the carpet facing the floor. In unison, they raised their voice, speaking the message the Dusk Pirates were out to send from now on:
"All hail our godess! Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika!"
Its owner, a young blonde in her early twenties, began trembling all over. An outside observer could have deduced this was due to the lack of any sort of cold gear on her body. Instead of an appropriately thick jacket, this lady was only covered by a low cut black shirt and tight jeans. At best her mouse gray fur boots would do something against the freezing air. However, this was not the reason. A wild chaotic mix of fear and excitement was throwing her mind into shambles. For her icy blue hues had spotted something she had not seen in ages:
A ship, a swimming fortress she knew all too well in and out. Pitchblack sturdy wood shaped the hull, a darkness only lit up by the singular dark red flames painted all over it. The railing was broken up like a fence, making it look as if a wall of sharp teeth was surrounding the deck. Three humongous masts made from the same black wood rose up into the sky from there, each of them holding huge black sails and flying the skull flag atop their crows nests. Near the rear of the vessel, smoke from the kitchen came blowing out of the airvents as usual. The Gehena. Home and hell at the same time...
That was yesterday. A day later, the same femme was sitting in the ship's throne room below deck. She was wearing the black cloth from her case now, a hooded cloak that hid her body entirely. Only the tips of her bloodless pale fingers and the cig smoke coming out every few seconds from under the hood even hinted at something alive in there. The woman was kind of lazily slumped on the throne, observing the scene in front of her with little interest.
The excitement from yesterday had vanished entirely. Upon arrival she found out immediately that the ship harbored nothing but moronic thugs anymore. Some of them had been met before, at least they remembered her. But the only people of interest - swordman Vivo Segno and Captain Amelia Sorange DeLacreux - had mysteriously vanished. A miracle these fools had survived the week and managed to get the ship to a port before starving. In fact, the city guard here would have raided them soon enough and killed them anyway if they hadn't listened go her orders and left to the sea again. None could explain where Vivo or Amy had gone off to. Not that this was really surprising. A godlike being like the fairy was bound to lose interest in a band of idiots eventually. Still, disappointing. At the same time, a relief. The cloaked lady had had her fair share of nightmares of the day she would have had to explain her sudden disappearance. Even if it was the truth, a simple gust of wind throwing her over board at night would likely not have been an acceptable apology to the goddess.
Either way, this abandoned ship of fools needed a new leader. A leader who would take Amelia's place as Captain and drive the crew until they could find out why they had been left alone. Luckily, everyone had agreed to the returnee's conditions in exchange for not suffering the same fate as the few who had voice a different opinion. One's life was a precious thing after all.
Despite her general disappointment about the state of the crew, the new Captain of the Dusk Pirates couldn't help but find enjoyment in one of the first laws she had set up. A morning routine that was to be uphold by everyone on the ship who liked to keep their eyes. The throne room was mostly empty, aside from the throne itself and the crimson carpetry on the floor and walls. It took up a third of the entire ship after all. However, right now it was filled with people. Two dozen men were kneeling in neat rows on the carpet facing the floor. In unison, they raised their voice, speaking the message the Dusk Pirates were out to send from now on:
"All hail our godess! Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika!"