Post by Fluffy Lynx on Sept 16, 2015 14:03:04 GMT -5
Continued from here - Permission to use sedatives on PC characters has been granted. It is not godmodding! Several events in this thread will appear that way, but it is to help Amelia establish herself as the leader of the crew.
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Everything had been moving forwards according to the immediate plan that she had formulated not too long ago. Having considered her options to the fullest of their extents, she had been within the kitchen of the ship to start everything off. Within her medical kit, she had a very basic sedative. It was an extract of the Arnica plant, combined with a touch of alcohol. In the concentrated form it could be quite potent. It however was not potent enough to knock someone out on its own, especially not while diluted in a meal. It'd definitely make those who indulged in the meal feel tired over the course of the evening though. That is essentially all that Amy would ever need her little trickery to do to the crew. So Amy had pretended to be indulging in the food, while she had actually gotten nothing to eat. It had left the following hours to be quite agonising and frustrating. It was a sacrifice that she unfortunately had to make, and a sacrifice that she was willing to make. It had taken an amount of time before the concoction had worked its wonders, but when it did, the effect was near immediate. Amy was walking around the ship, convincing overly tired crewmembers that it was neccesary for them to get some rest. That they looked like they were falling asleep on their post, and that such a thing was more dangerous for the crew than the crewmembers getting rest and being prepared for the changes that were going to be arriving tomorrow. Over the course of about thirty or so odd minutes, she had managed to get everyone, as far as she knew, down into the crew quarters of the ship. Since the crew roster couldn't be considered even half full, there were plenty of open hammocks for the members currently there, and fortunately plenty of space for everyone to have a little personal space. Not that it mattered much to Amy. Things were finally going to reach their final stage, and she would claim her throne as undisputed leader of this little band of misfits. Having quenched the light of the candles and other light sources, such as torches, the lower deck was completely enshrouded in darkness. Thus, when Amy carefully positioned herself in the doorway leading into the crew chambers, so that the cold winds from outside would pass by her before circulating the room, anyone awake would only see a silhouette of her. Spreading her fairy wings, she was generating a nearly invisible dust by flapping her wings silently. This dust was grasped by the cool wind and carried throughout the crew quarters, slowly taking its effect on anyone that was currently present within.
The girl was cautious about her actions too. Staying put for a while, and allowing the dust to truly and utterly settle, it wasn't until she heard a specific kind of exhausted groaning that she sprung into action. Having returned to her human form, Amy had lit up a single torch as she stood towards the entry-point for the crew quarters. The door was closed, and she was about to make a decision that would change her life forever. Amy placed a forceful kick onto the door, swinging it open. The crew had naturally been tense and untrusting at the sudden change in leadership, and the addition of several new members. They weren't comfortable sharing sleeping grounds with strangers, so naturally, aside from the extremely naive among the crew, noone hadn't been able to close an eye and get any actual rest. So slamming the door open was definitely something that these light sleepers would react to almost instantly. It was done in such a manner that everyone would know of her pressence. Standing in the doorway with the lit torch, those who could see her would see an incarnation of fury painted over her face. There were several of the crewmembers who struggled to get up, only to realise that their bodies couldn't move in their current condition. The dust and the sedative making it near impossible for most to do much else than turn their heads.
The pressence of Amy was flaring up, as she stepped further into the crew room so that mostly everyone could see her, and more importantly, hear what she had to say. With every step across the wooden floor, they could hear her high heels gracefully impact. The atmosphere was accompanied with the weather outside. The coldness had caused a differential, that was occasionally sending a thunderbolt from the sky down onto the ocean, briefly lighting the entire crew-quarters in a flash of light, as a loud thundering boom followed not long after. At this point, the light from the torch was also reflecting in something that she carried in her other hand. It was a kitchen knife of some sort, and the flickering flames were dancing across the blade of it.
"I am so very, very disappointed in you all. I came here warning you of Mik's treachery, and I am being repaid with doubt and suspicion?" The voice in which she spoke was completely calm, unshaking and easy to understand. There wasn't even an echo coming off of the wooden walls, despite the room having easily having allowed an echo. Even so, it was clear that Amelia LeSorange Delacreux was angry, or rather, upset. The demeanor that she was portraying though, made it somewhat obvious that she didn't deem this a problem that she couldn't deal with. In fact, in many ways, she had the appearance and attitude of a disappointed mother scolding her children. That is the impression she wanted to leave everyone with. That they were nothing more than children when compared to her. "So I decided to give you all a small taste of what I am capable of. If anyone feels like getting up and opposing me, by all means, try me." Looking around to find that most of the regular crew-members had given up on getting up, she drew a short sigh of relief at the back of her mind while maintaining her demanor on the outside. Nodding softly as if content with this result, she continued. The way that she had challenged anyone who dared to rise up against her, was oozing confidence. Combined with her sentencing of a small taste they also wouldn't know exactly how deep her powers may have run. In short, what was standing there lecturing them was a mystery. They had no hope of finding out what she was aiming for. "You will all find that my patience for backstabbers is exceedingly small. In fact, I've come here to punish one such offender."
With that, she had stated quite clearly what she was here for, and why she was angry. The woman was leading the crew to believe that she had uncovered someone intending to backstab her. Naturally, there were several that had dreamed of stepping up to become the captain of a crew. Fleeting dreams, fleeting expectations. Now they instead feared that this desire, this dream, was what had branded them as traitors or backstabbers to the one woman who had currently pinned down almost an entire crew by herself.
The girl was cautious about her actions too. Staying put for a while, and allowing the dust to truly and utterly settle, it wasn't until she heard a specific kind of exhausted groaning that she sprung into action. Having returned to her human form, Amy had lit up a single torch as she stood towards the entry-point for the crew quarters. The door was closed, and she was about to make a decision that would change her life forever. Amy placed a forceful kick onto the door, swinging it open. The crew had naturally been tense and untrusting at the sudden change in leadership, and the addition of several new members. They weren't comfortable sharing sleeping grounds with strangers, so naturally, aside from the extremely naive among the crew, noone hadn't been able to close an eye and get any actual rest. So slamming the door open was definitely something that these light sleepers would react to almost instantly. It was done in such a manner that everyone would know of her pressence. Standing in the doorway with the lit torch, those who could see her would see an incarnation of fury painted over her face. There were several of the crewmembers who struggled to get up, only to realise that their bodies couldn't move in their current condition. The dust and the sedative making it near impossible for most to do much else than turn their heads.
The pressence of Amy was flaring up, as she stepped further into the crew room so that mostly everyone could see her, and more importantly, hear what she had to say. With every step across the wooden floor, they could hear her high heels gracefully impact. The atmosphere was accompanied with the weather outside. The coldness had caused a differential, that was occasionally sending a thunderbolt from the sky down onto the ocean, briefly lighting the entire crew-quarters in a flash of light, as a loud thundering boom followed not long after. At this point, the light from the torch was also reflecting in something that she carried in her other hand. It was a kitchen knife of some sort, and the flickering flames were dancing across the blade of it.
"I am so very, very disappointed in you all. I came here warning you of Mik's treachery, and I am being repaid with doubt and suspicion?" The voice in which she spoke was completely calm, unshaking and easy to understand. There wasn't even an echo coming off of the wooden walls, despite the room having easily having allowed an echo. Even so, it was clear that Amelia LeSorange Delacreux was angry, or rather, upset. The demeanor that she was portraying though, made it somewhat obvious that she didn't deem this a problem that she couldn't deal with. In fact, in many ways, she had the appearance and attitude of a disappointed mother scolding her children. That is the impression she wanted to leave everyone with. That they were nothing more than children when compared to her. "So I decided to give you all a small taste of what I am capable of. If anyone feels like getting up and opposing me, by all means, try me." Looking around to find that most of the regular crew-members had given up on getting up, she drew a short sigh of relief at the back of her mind while maintaining her demanor on the outside. Nodding softly as if content with this result, she continued. The way that she had challenged anyone who dared to rise up against her, was oozing confidence. Combined with her sentencing of a small taste they also wouldn't know exactly how deep her powers may have run. In short, what was standing there lecturing them was a mystery. They had no hope of finding out what she was aiming for. "You will all find that my patience for backstabbers is exceedingly small. In fact, I've come here to punish one such offender."
With that, she had stated quite clearly what she was here for, and why she was angry. The woman was leading the crew to believe that she had uncovered someone intending to backstab her. Naturally, there were several that had dreamed of stepping up to become the captain of a crew. Fleeting dreams, fleeting expectations. Now they instead feared that this desire, this dream, was what had branded them as traitors or backstabbers to the one woman who had currently pinned down almost an entire crew by herself.