Ghost is still on Aiden’s ship. Well to be fair Aiden had gone to the Restorium after having been stabbed and Ghost had stayed behind to moor up and then had kind of… not left. Well left a bit but decided the stateroom was a good place to sleep for a bit. Aiden doesn’t mind that part and doesn’t actually know where Ghost sleeps otherwise.
It’s time to go forth again and Aiden is just coming up from Grans with Slaine and possibly another passenger. The ship looks like a sailing schooner, but is actually a flying ley ship. And as Aiden approaches he can see Ghost puttering about the deck and hear him crooning.
We pillage and plunder and rifle and loot. Drink up me hearties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot! Drink up me hearties yo ho!
“Oy…” Aiden mutters. “He’s still wearing that hat…”
Slaine … might agree with Ghost. Pirates are sort of … cool and right now, the redheaded Mystic is looking for any kind of distraction. She’s dressed … like a pirate wench. Or what she thinks a pirate wench was – history might not have been exactly preserved here.
It’s a rouched skirt that would display a little too much leg if she hadn’t opted to wear her leathers beneath it. The top though, is a puffy blouse and corset and the hilt of her sgian dubh can be seen sticking out the top of her boots.
The whole effect is slightly ruined, perhaps, by the Crown of Command that she wears on her brow. A beaten metal band with celtic knotwork adorning it and a blue gem that is currently dull.
“Avast there, Ghost. May this land lubbin’ wench come aboard for parley?” she calls out giving Aiden sideeye as she does.
The very first thing that Varos had done once they’d returned to Vesper was to drop by his shop and ask the Twins if they could make a dragon-cat-sized captain’s coat. And they he promptly ran off in their confusion before they could notice that he’d been injured.
Unfortunately there was no getting around a meeting with Saphra, and while he’d gotten his mended wound checked out and himself cleaned up, he’s not sure that the lack of reaction from the orphanage head was a good thing. Scratch that, he knows it isn’t, for all the years he’s known her.
Another stop back at the shop, and it’s not long after Aiden and Slaine return to the docks and their fair ship that they’ll find Varos on his way with the Twins trailing him, Raksha in black leathers and lace and Anyn in lace and ruffles, black with accents of pink.
“Ahooooy!” calls out the visored tailor. Poor Aiden.
At least Varos hasn’t tried to dress like a sailor. He’s swapped out blood-stained greys for fresh ones, with a short cloak thrown over his shoulders. Under an arm he carries a wrapped bundle.
“Oooh, when are you going to invite us for a voyage?” Anyn asks, bouncing a bit as they near the ship, causing her holstered pistols to bounce off her hips with the movement. Then she gasps, pointing at Aiden disapprovingly. “Mister Vargr! Where’s your captain’s outfit?!”
Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t understand the significance. Or more likely it’s because she doesn’t really wear clothing. But Miss Frizz does not at all understand why Slaine’s clothing is so different, or why Ghost is singing something very odd. She’s perched on Aiden’s shoulder with her tail tucked through a buttonhole and watching the others arrive.
<~ What does Ahooooy mean? ~> she asks the apparent captain of the ship, having spent the walk over from Gran’s attempting to get the hang of ‘whispering’ telepathically and sending her words to only the grey-eyed man. She’s … still going to need a lot of practice.
“It means they’re mispronouncing annoy…” Aiden says, looking at Slaine with mock disappointment. He of course knew SHE was going to do that given how she is dressed but Varos and the twins… well. Can’t win ’em all.
Aiden waves his hand to Ghost. Yes, this is his ship but if Ghost wants to be captain for a bit far be it from the psychic to stop him. The two have known each other for a long time… though Aiden didn’t know this particular part about Ghost’s interests or… personality.
Avast! Come aboard Miss McCellan. And the resourceful tailor and his friends as well! Ghost calls out.
The psychic has to snort. “You two want to come on this one?” He says aside to the twins as they all bunch up around the gangplank. He suspects they can handle themselves. “If not I’m sure we can find a more suitable time.”
Because honestly… why not? Varos and the twins are about as good as friends now. And he’d take Slaine or Ghost or Frizz out if they asked.
At the moment though they do have a destination in mind though Aiden hasn’t yet asked Varos what-
So, we have ourselves a proper parrrrrrrr-lay. Ghost really leans on the ‘arrr’ there as he comes to greet the people boarding the ship. Have ye come with a destination full o’ adventure and booty in mind?
Ghost is also playing up the accent which is kind of sort of like Slaine’s but more guteral.
“I hate you.” Aiden says, deadpan.
Frizz may wonder where they’re going if it hasn’t been explained. “Where’s Linds-”
General Sawyer comes up as the rest of them are getting up onto the deck. And she… also has long boots… and a dress… and a puffy white shirt.
“Just shoot me…” Aiden mutters to a higher power he’s sure is laughing at him right now.
“We can get ye clothes to match, Vargr…” Slaine always calls Aiden that in public. Well, mostly. “Ye’ll look most dashin’ in a shirt that shows your chest …” she thinks on that and shakes her head quickly. “On second thoughts, no it won’ ye’re too pasty…” Now she’s teasing. Which is a change to the quiet, sullen, Mystic she’s been more recently.
“Ahoy there General Sawyer, that’s a mighty fine outfit ye be sportin’.” she says to the newcomer “An’ to ye and fine yer fine crew there, Varos. I think we should take to the high skies for adventure!!”
Suss tilts her head one direction then the other, trying to make sense of Ghost’s odd speech patterns and Aiden’s reaction to everyone else. <~ Isn’t shooting someone a bad thing, Mr. Vargr? ~> At least her telepathic words aren’t the equivalent of shouting?
She isn’t snuggled too close to the man’s neck, as this time of year it’s plenty warm enough. That does mean that she’s pretty easy to spot, as she’s wearing her bit of red fabric on her back still.
“You didn’t mention that this was a themed adventure party,” Raksha muses, a crooked smile touching her lips. Varos simply grins away, probably enjoying himself at Aiden’s expense. Anyn at least ceases to be so pushy about getting the other psychic into costume (for the moment) as he invites them along for the trip. She beams and then seems to magically produce a broad-brimmed matching hat from somewhere behind her, settling it over her coils of braids. “Good thing we closed up shop for the day!”
As Anyn dashes up the gangplank, Raksha starts after her at a more leisurely pace, carrying a bundle that she lets fall loose in her hands so she can shake it out. She walks over towards Ghost. “I was told that a unique captain was in need of a proper coat,” she says, smiling as she holds it up. “To be fair, it’s more of a cloak, but the best we could manage on short notice without proper measurements.”
“Ah, Miss Suss, so good of you to join us. And Miss McClellan, you look wonderful,” Varos in the meantime addresses the others. He pauses, turning his head towards Lindsey as she approaches, once again grinning as Aiden glimpses her attire. “Ah, Lieutenant General. So nice of you to get into the spirit of things.” He catches a glance from Raksha. Oh, right. “Our heading!” he announces, digging into a pocket for the roughly sketched map of the area in question. He holds it out. “Our destination’s marked in red. The ‘x’,” he grins at Aiden. “Although there’s a chance we may receive the same greeting we did when we’d set out for Atlanta’s ruins, but I’ve so been told that if we fly this, we ah….-shouldn’t- be fired upon.”
He pats the bundle he has under his arm, a dark crimson from the look of it.
“Not if it puts me out of my misery…”
Aiden gives Slaine another look as she suggests getting him into costume as well and just… sighs. “I have other things on my chest as well, if you remember?” As if to emphasize that, golden lines like tattoos light up under his shirt, in almost organic scrollwork.
“We’ll fly that, then. I prefer not being shot a-” Aiden’s eyes narrow when he sees a large piece of black cloth near the door fold itself and zip into the cabin as if hiding.
“What is that, Ghost?”
Nothing ye need to be concerned about, Aiden, Ghost pirate-drawls.
“It was a jolly roger, wasn’t it?”
Ghost swings his head away from Aiden, which coincidentally conceals a grin. Thank ye kindly lass for the proper captain’s cloak. And it’s a testament to the skill of those who made it that it fits quite well even without proper measurements.
Besides how does one make a coat for someone with six limbs?
As Ghost gets ready to make sail and mentally powers up the ley engine and the Clothier Zed people make themselves comfortable. Lindsey, or General Sawyer as it were, comes up onto the deck and smiles at the compliments. “Thank you Miss McClellan. I thought it appropriate given, er, conversation last time. Is that a mouse on your shoulder, Aiden? A… pet?”
Aiden almost chokes. “Er. Pet? No. This is Miss Frizz and she’s about as psychic as I am. Miss Frizz this is Lindsey Sawyer.” General Lindsey Sawyer but… Aiden doesn’t belabor that part.
It’s not too long before they’re under way and headed away from Vesper at a good clip. Ghost and Aiden take them up to altitude and there really is a good view from up here. Is… that… a winged serpent darting in and out of the clouds below them?
“Hard to forge’, Vargr…” Slaine gives Aiden a saucy look before finding somewhere to perch. The Jolly Roger zipping away and Ghost’s antics almost make her … giggle. Heavens forbid.
“It’s Slaine, General Sawyer. Jus’ Slaine.” She seems very insistent on that. Finally she settles in the bow again, looking over the gunwhales as the ship gets underway. And yes, that might just be a winged serpent below – unusual, to be certain, but not unknown. She watches for the time being, seeing what it might be doing.
<~ Hello, Miss Sawyer. ~> Despite the pet comment that Suss has never fully understood, she’s as polite as possible to anyone she’s not met before. Mostly because psychic or not, she’s just that much smaller than everyone else.
As they get underway she settles on Aiden’s shoulder. She can’t really move about on her own with the winds as they are at this altitude, and honestly, the distances visible can make her uneasy at times. So, she just relaxes and waits for them to reach their destination.
Raksha winks at Ghost, always pleased when someone enjoys the things they make them. She and Anyn give themselves a tour of the ship before she decides to lounge in the cabin. Anyn being the more hyper of the two is just about everywhere if not hanging about Captain Ghost. Don’t be surprised to hear a few hearty ‘aaaaarrr’s from her.
Varos hangs about in the same spot he’s taken to since their first flight, enjoying the breeze as he takes in surroundings and whatever else through the many eyes aboard the ship. He chuckles at Lindsey’s assumption, but at least Suss is gracious about it. He lifts his head and then turns as glimpses of some creature are made out by the others. Hopefully it won’t be trouble.
“Hey! So what’s this ship’s name anyway?” Anyn calls out.
“Invicta,” Aiden calls back. That had been the name when he got it and he hadn’t seen fit to change it. It’s got a ring to it even if it is a bit… tempting fate on some voyages. Ghost at any rate seems to be enjoying the company and with the crimson flag flying from the back the ship itself cuts quite a figure.
Frizz might be the first to pick it up. The way the beast darts among the clouds below them. It’s moving as if scared or hiding from something. What exactly isn’t clear. The way they’re above it, it might not have seen them.
Of course with slightly better eyes, Slaine can tell what Frizz cannot… that the beast is saddled and someone is riding it. And by borrowing those eyes, Varos might be able to tell that he knows the person who is… they’re an… well… let’s just say an ‘antiquities dealer.’
Aiden’s shoulder is at least a decent place to hang onto. He doesn’t jerk around a lot even if he does… lean a bit to get a view of the landscape.
The serpent breaks hard right, or well, the serpent rider does, taking the pair into a thick but thankfully still fluffy white cloud.
Slaine wonders idly as she sits in the bow how Aidens’ treatment at the Restorium went. Not that he’ll say it went poorly, but she does wonder if he has to take care.
The serpent is interesting and she leans forward to get a better look. “Is … that someone ridin’ that serpent?”
She leeeeeeans a little further out, trying to get an even better look and …
… slips …
“Arrrgh…” no not, arrrrrr. She scrambles trying to get a grip and haul herself back.
Varos lets his senses expand, loosening it from the radius he’d held about the ship even as he observes what Slaine does of the creature and its rider. “Does that look like an elf to you?” he asks, looking like he might be squinting…if he had anything to squint with.
And then Slaine’s perspective jerks abruptly, and the visored clothier gasps and throws himself against the rail as he thrusts a hand out to try grabbing the red-haired mystic’s hand. “A little too close there?” he asks, forcing a laugh.
Getting a possibly less than desired look at the landscape around them as they fly, including that winged serpent below. <~ He’s prey! ~> she exclaims at full volume. <~ He’s moving like he’s trying to get away from something. ~>
She turns in place on Aiden’s shoulder to look at the others. <~ Maybe we can do something to help? ~> She has no concept of people in occupations that might not take kindly to their presence.
“Ghost!” Aiden calls out.
Yarrrrrr! He might be a bit more serious if Slaine had actually fallen but she didn’t and Ghost swings the wheel to bring the ship into a parallel course. They skim the top of the cloud and come out about fifty feet above the serpent which is still darting in a zig zag pattern as it emerges from the cloud.
Why becomes immediately apparent. A huge Manta Ray, well a huge thing that looks like a manta ray but about two thirds the size of the ship that they’re all on, also emerges from the clouds. Chasing. And yes, that does look like an elf.
“Crap. Those things are bad news. We’ve got to scare it off…” Aiden mutters, leaning back a bit so Frizz doesn’t feel like she’s dangling over an abyss. Instead he goes over to help Varos pull Slaine back. “You okay?”
The beast is a predator but not an especially brave one. It’s chasing the Qoatl because it’s bigger than it is. It’s rider just makes it look extra tasty. It probably won’t go for the ship. Not easy prey.
“Uh … yeah. I’m alrigh'” Slaine mutters as she takes Varos’ hand and then balances on Aiden. She’s clumsy, Aiden will remember that. It’s how they met.
She signs when she sees the Manta Ray emerge from the clouds and doesn’t really stop to think. Blue energy flickers across her fingers and she murmurs the words to a spell … using the power of earth to pull lightning from the sky and strike somewhere near the Ray…
“Doesn’t this ship have any weapons?!” Anyn yells as she grabs onto Ghost while the ship’s turned about. She sounds like she’ll be sorely disappointed if there’s no cannons or something. Which probably shouldn’t be surprising considering she’s the one toting firearms. With the fancy flying, Raksha’s stepped out onto the deck, bracing herself as she looks out to see what they’ve all spotted.
“Ah…that’s a big one,” Varos comments as the giant ray comes into sight. “Yeah, we probably don’t want it to catch them. With any luck, that’s Mayven, and he’s who we’ll be wanting to talk to about…artifacts. -of course that’ll be difficult to do if he ends up lunch, so~”
He hauls up Slaine with Aiden’s help, sensing the tingle of electricity as the mystic calls up a spell. “Oooh…that’ll leave a mark…”
Ghost swings the ship back to avoid clipping the big manta-thing. At Anyn’s question Aiden turns to look at her down the railing and then raises one hand in a clenched fist.
It’s hard to be flashy and be a psychic because, well, you do everything with your mind. So no, the gesture isn’t necessary. The cannon – nine of them – that emerge from the shuttered lower deck though are covered in glowing violet runes and energized by the power of Aiden and Ghost’s mind. To be honest these weapons annoy the psychic warrior because they’re only useful broadside, which means when you’re being chased by, say, sky cycles they’re a bit questionable. But when you’ve got a big target like this? They shine then.
A volley of massive mind bolts impact the creature as Slaine’s lightning bolt causes acrid smoke to rise from the area just behind it’s head. It seems that’s enough and the beast veers off, headed inland in search of easier prey.
“Uh… wow,” Lindsey breathes.
The coatl swings up, having by this point spotted the sky clipper and comes in slow toward the deck.
“Varos? Anyn? Raksha?” The figure calls out. “What a stroke of luck…”
There are… large saddlebags on the coatl. No prizes for guessing what’s in them.
“Well I can see I needn’t have worried…” Slaine mutters as the cannons go off and waits for Mayven to … board.
She’ll just hang here, leaning against the railing as the elf acknowledges everyone. No need to overwhelm them after all. Oh yes and poor Lindsey – that was quite a display.
Eyes wide, Anyn watches as Aiden gestures, not that she knows what he means by it, but the effort’s appreciated once she sees the resulting. “Woo!! YEAH! Now we’re talkin’!” she pipes, pumping a fist. She lets out another whoop once the blasts fire away, combined with the bolt of lightning that tears down at Slaine’s beck and call.
Raksha grips the railing as she watches, shaking her head at her sister’s antics. At least it doesn’t look like just anyone can man those cannons.
Varos lets out a low whistle at the resulting, but as the rider and winged mount veer closer to call out to them, he breaks into a smile as he waves brightly. “Ah! So it was you after all! Lucky indeed- unless you were just playing. I’ve heard how reckless you can be.” Not that he’s on to talk.
“Nice flying, captain!” Anyn chirps at Ghost, giving him a smack on the shoulder before she bounds off to join her sister and the others, but not before pausing by Lindsey, completely mistaking her reaction. “I know, right???” And off she goes to yell at the elf.
Miss Frizz had been mentally gearing up to ‘shove’ the flying thing chasing the winged serpent, but is was rather handily dealt with and she didn’t have to do anything after all. Totally fine, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to reach the giant manta ray thing. And then the rider of the coatl calls out a hello and approaches.
But Suss is paying more attention to the serpent than its rider. It’s a SNAKE. She turns on Aiden’s shoulder and peers to see if his shirt pocket has room for her to hide in.
“Pretty sure that your lightning bolt hurt it more…” Aiden mutters. “Land Rays are resistant to psychic powers.” Not immune but Aiden has to pump a lot more energy for a lot less effect. Even with the amplifiers in those cannon, he’d rather have a mage around for dealing with those.
Still it’s a good light show and Varos’ companions seemed to enjoy it. Plus… now he knows they work.
Cough. He’s not saying that part.
“Not playing no. I think I was carrying something it found tasty. Glad to see you out here if a bit surprised. Is this a new crew? Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”
The elf goes to give the sort of European-Cheek-Kiss greeting often seen well, in Europe, to Anyn, Raksha and then Varos himself. Not to Slaine, Lindsey, Aiden or Ghost though. And not to Frizz. She’s too small to kiss both cheeks. You’d just wind up kissing the same one twice and that’s a faux pas.
Slaine gives Aiden a look trying to determine if he’s just trying to make her feel better and settles again, watching the greetings and proceedings carefully.
“I’m Slaine…” she says in part answer to Mayven. Crew? Well, she’s good at playing along.
Varos chuckles, stepping back after greetings are exchanged. The Twins flank him, mirroring each other’s pose with a hand casually set upon her own hip, standing in contrapposto as they look at their elf acquaintance.
“We’re just passengers amongst friends- a charter, perhaps you could say,” the visored clothier replies before gesturing back towards the helm. “Under the good Captain Ghost. But yes, of course! Introductions are definitely in order.” He turns to the others, nodding as Slaine replies. “And there is Vargr, the owner of this fine ship, but alas, too humble as to claim the title as captain. Oh, and we mustn’t forget our tiny friend Miss Suss.”
Clasping his hands together, he turns back towards the elf after dispensing with introductions. “But this is fortunate. We were hoping to find you, Mayven.”
Suss is caught out by the introductions and thus has to brave staying in the giant winged snake’s line of sight for a few moments longer. With her tail curled around a button on Aiden’s collar, she stands up on his shoulder and waves hello to Mayven. She’s hesitant to mind-talk to him right away — some people have reacted poorly to it, and they’ve so vary far up off of the ground. She’d feel like a terrible person if she startled him and he fell off of this flying ship.
Once the pleasantries are dispensed with, she hides behind Aiden’s collar, even if all it does is keep her from seeing the snake directly herself.
As it turns out… the snake… might not be the thing that Suss, or indeed Aiden has to worry about. One of the saddle bags on the big snake opens and out links a very feline form. Like Ghost but… more feline. Four legs not six. And only the size of the house cat at Grans…
Which would be fine until – POP – it blinks and it’s on Aiden’s shoulder, sniffing around.
“Ack! You… have a phase cat…” Aiden says uncomfortably as the cat’s claws dig into his shoulder. “Slaine… help…”
“Oh yes. Chairman Meow.” Mayven nods toward the cat on Aiden’s shoulder. “He’s quite friendly.”
“I can see this…”
The cat looks up briefly at Slaine and ‘blink’ the crown appears on it’s head in miniature. Okay not THE crown, that’s still on Slaine’s head but something that looks like the crown. Maybe it can just project illusions or change shape. Hopefully that’s all it is. It goes back to sniffing around Aiden’s collar.
“So what was that had you fine three tailors out looking for me.” He means Varos, Anyn and Raksha. He doesn’t know at present how involved Slaine, Aiden, Ghost or Frizz… or Lindsey, are in anything.
Slaine knows Miss Frizz isn’t comfortable but there’s little she can do about that right at the moment. Varos, for the moment, has the conversation with Mayven in hand and if there’s one thing Slaine has learned in her time, it’s when to hold her tongue.
Aidens yelp has the Mystic smirking “It’s jus’ a cat, Vargr…” she mutters, eyes narrowing as the miniature Crown appears on its brow. “One with a sense o’ humour it seems…” Given it’s nosing around Aiden’s collar, she figures she should try to do something about it.
“Come here, kittie…” she murmurs, fishing in her bag for some dry, salted, fish “… look what I have for ye …” She moves closer, ready to grab the thing bodily and hold it, if needs be.
What … could possibly go wrong?
Miss Frizz has just settled in against Aiden’s collar when SOMETHING ELSE appears on his shoulder. She peeks up and… <~ CAT! ~> She telekinetically shoves at the phase cat to get it off of ‘her’ human’s shoulder, totally not taking into account the whole claws thing.
Does telekinetic shoving about work on phase cats? This will certainly prove it one way or another. And, maybe it’s a step in the right direction that Suss didn’t immediately try to run away? Or maybe she feels safer where she is? Maybe she would have been better off perched on top of Ghost’s head. Definitely a thought for next time.
Anyn’s eyes light up as she looks towards the winged serpent. “Oooh–” And then it vanishes, and she whips about when she hears Aiden speak, hands clapping as she bounces a bit in place. “What a cute little kitty!”
“No. We already have Sens,” Raksha says flatly, earning a pout from her sister as Varos tries to smother a laugh. Both leave Anyn alone as she drifts along after Slaine, probably not so much going to Miss Suss’s aid as try and pet the phase cat.
“Ahem. Yes, back to business. We’re interested in certain…findings, as it were. Old, ancient, really. One might classify them as former military,” he says, gesturing vaguely, turning his head slightly as though to cast a glance over his shoulder at the others to jump in. …unless they’re too preoccupied with the cat. He holds back a sigh.
“Also I’d appreciate it if you could make sure that Chairman Meow does not try and eat our companion.”
“It’s a Phase Cat and they-” Chairman Meow is shoved off of Aiden with the soft but unmistakable sound of tearing cloth and possibly also tearing skin. “Ow!”
It vanishes midair and appears on Slaine’s arm. And takes the fish. Then it starts nosing at the crown, bat, bat, batting at it to try to dislodge it from her head.
This might be a time for Frizz to make a break for it. Then again, if that thing can teleport…
Mayven glances back with not too much concern for the cat or what it may get up to. “They’ll be fine. What kind of findings were you interested in now?”
Aiden is rubbing his shoulder, half listening to the conversation Varos is having. “Phase Cats eat magic and psychic energies.” He finishes his sentence.
“Oh yes. So they do.” Mayven says distractedly over his shoulder. “I keep the Chairman so that my goods stay inert.”
It… might be a bad thing if the Crown were rendered inert. And it might not appreciate that. For that matter… Miss Frizz… might not like being made inert either. Or Slaine. Or Aiden.
<~ And mice~! ~> Suss peeks over Aiden’s collar again to look at Mavyn accusingly — as accusingly as her little mouse face can look, anyway. <~ I don’t want to get eaten. … Mr. Vargr? Is that blood I smell? ~>
Miss Frizz slinks out of her hiding place and a bit further out onto Aiden’s shoulder. <~ I’m sorry. I did that, didn’t I? ~>
“Heeere kitty kitty,” Anyn coos, recovering quickly from the cat’s latest disappearing trick as she holds a hand out towards it and Slaine. Varos makes a slight face, perhaps in sympathy with Aiden’s statement.
“I suppose that’s a good reason to keep one around. Carrying anything interesting currently?” he asks, head tilting back towards the serpent as Raksha looks over as well, alternating her attention for Varos to have a consistent view of things around them what with Anyn being preoccupied with CAT.
“Have you been doing any business around the Dinosaur Swamps recently? Mind, we’re not looking to put you out of business, but we do have some interests in certain ancient ruins if only we could find them.”
Slaine jumps as the cat lands on her arm and tries to lean back as it bats at the Crown, the green gem starting to gleam angrily. “Now, kittie, that’s no’ a good idea …” she mutters “… eat yer fish an’….” the small redheads jaw seems to set as her words as shut off abruptly.
“Get it off of me …” she grits out. Missing Aiden rubbing his shoulder. “… no, I won’t …” Who that’s said to, is rather at question.
There’s not preamble to what happens next – the gem in the Crown gleams blindingly, Slaine utters something unintelligible and a flash of blue magic strikes from Slaine to the Phase Cat, trying to dislodge it…
Bolts of magic seem to just … shoot out from the Mystic.
“Crap!” Aiden slams down a telekinetic force field in front of him and not a moment too soon. The Phase Cat jumps into the air, limbs splayed in every which direction and just blink-blink-blinks away from the bolts, narrowly missing being fried every time. It winds back up on Aiden’s back, hanging on with claws, hissing… face right by Frizz.
“Ow! Confound this damn furry…”
Aiden is half trying to reach back and half trying to grab it telekinetically but now the thing is blinking all over him to stay away from anything that might get him.
“Ow. Ow. Ow.”
Mayven ignores the chaos behind him which has Lindsey somewhat wide eyed. “Hrm. Dinosaur Swamp? Quite a bit of business. What kind of news are you looking for?” Yes he knows cat is being cat. He just doesn’t think it’s a huge problem.
“Whoa! Cheese and crackers, Slaine! Don’t you think you’re over-reacting a little?” Anyn yelps, hopping back at the first sign of magicking. She freezes as blue flares right in front of her face, washing vertically across an invisible field keeps it from touching her, sagging with a sigh of relief as she turns a glance towards Varos, who’s ‘glanced’ back over himself at all the hubbub.
Right. Maaaybe she’ll just resituate herself back over there like she’s supposed to. But then how was she to know that their petite customer was jumpy around cats??
Coughing into a fist, Varos returns his attention to Mayven. No point in drawing attention to Slaine and her mental hitchhiker or whatever it is right now. At least Aiden seems to have th cat under control. …more or less. Okay, maybe not. Hopefully Slaine will stop hurling magic bolts around, but just in case, Varos has his own shields once again at the ready.
“Whereabouts will likely suffice. Ah, the freedom to explore that area without any trouble from your associates. As I said, we’re not moving in on your business, but we seek something more by way of information, and unfortunately the only place to find it is somewhere old and likely half buried by time.”
Slaine looks like she’s arguing with someone as the bolts of magic still fly out from her. “Sto’ tha’…” she grumbles, the gem still winking violently. Whatever just happened, Slaine clearly did not like the Phase Cat near here. “An’ now ye’ve made me hur’ Vargr…” Slaines building up a full head of grumble.
Poor Aiden and Frizz, for the moment are going to have to deal with the cat. Slaine’s too busy having argument … with herself.
Miss Frizz shrieks, but it’s vocal only and well above any human’s hearing range. Aiden did a good job of protecting them from Slaine’s reflexive reaction, but now there’s a cat nose. RIGHT HERE. So, she leaps away from Aiden, telekinetically slowing her fall, and dashes across the deck as fast as she can straight toward Mayven. If she makes it that far undisturbed, she climbs the elf’s clothing so she’s clinging to his lapel.
<~ Sir, control your cat, he’s going to make us fall to the ground! If you don’t, I’ll squish it. I will! ~>
“Well there are quite a few ancient ruins in the area, but none of them are above ground. Well, not many of them are above ground. The swamp took all those. And the dinosaurs. But if you know where to look. Even my associates are situated in one. It’s an old… bunker complex. Quite large. Probably military. Very comfortable once it was spruced up.” Mayven smiles.
“Uh, where is that?” Lindsey asks, her skirts swaying slightly as she keeps one eye on the momentarily contained chaos.
“North of what used to be Atlanta. About thirty miles.”
Lindsey looks at Varos. His ‘friends’ have set up right where they want to go.
“Oh look at you. Hello, Suss wasn’t it? You’re adorable. What’s that about the cat? Chairman Meow is perfectly…” He glances back and sees Slaine radiating magical bolts. “Oh.”
Aiden makes several unsuccessful grabs before he telekinetically latches onto the cat and gets it with both hands under its front legs, holding it before him like, well, a bad house cat. “Hah!”
Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink. Moments after grabbing it both Aiden and cat teleport to a dozen places on the ship in the space of less than a second as the Phase Cat continues to try to get away. Ghost makes a telekinetic grab at Aiden as he blinks nearby and winds up holding him a couple feet off the ground by his ‘scruff’ as Aiden holds the cat in much the same way.
This pose… may look familiar to Slaine.
<~ ‘Oh’? That’s all you can say? ‘Oh’?! ~> Suss throws herself right back off of the clearly clueless elf and again dashes across, this time to climb up and perch on Varos’ shoulder.
<~ Mr. Vargr, say when and I’ll squish that cat like an overripe blueberry. ~> Her whiskers are twitching non-stop, and her fur is puffed out as if to make her tiny frame seem larger than it is. It’s not that much of an improvement.
Varos meanwhile looks like he’s having a migraine. That’s…probably because he is, due to all the disappearing and reappearing that Aiden and the cat are doing. Raksha frowns, reaching over to set a hand on his shoulder as he draws in a breath and raises his head again, pulling in his focus as tightly as he can so that he can mainly borrow the eyes and impressions of those in his immediate vicinity.
He returns Lindsey’s glance, nodding slightly at her before he faces the elf again.
“You don’t say..! Mayven, do you think you could perhaps show us where that might be? As a bonus we’ll be carting you along so you and your serpenty-friend there get a free ride.” Pause. “…and Chairman Meow, provided someone doesn’t accidentally blast the poor thing,” he murmurs, not turning a look towards Slaine. Lifting a hand, he pats Miss Suss as he feels her take to his shoulder.
“Now, now… no squishing anything. Mayven, if you would please gather your cat, hm?”
It seems to take forever for Slaine to stop the magic flying and she’s more than annoyed when she does. “I said don’ do tha’…” And then she see’s Aiden, being scruffed – just like he’s scruffed her a couple of times before. “Uh…. now he’s goin’ to blame me for that…”
“I can indeed show you the way.” Mayven holds out his hand to the cat and makes an odd gesture which causes the cat to just… appear on his shoulder. Looking rather regal. As if none of that crazy stuff just happened.
Ghost puts Aiden down. Aiden half glares at Ghost… then half glares at Slaine. “You okay Frizz?”
Okay, he knows that wasn’t Slaine’s fault. “Can we go there now Mayven?”
“Indeed and indeed Varos. Come Captain, let me show you the way.”
Well, provided that cat stays out of trouble this should be an uneventful trip…
With all that settled, Varos sighs, nodding approvingly as he loosens his psyvision’s radius once again. “Excellent. Thank you, Mayven.” He steps aside as the elf goes off to help direct Ghost in the direction they’re to head. With a quiet word and thanks he dismisses Raksha and Anyn, the Twins going to make sure that the ship’s still in good order and keep an eye out now that the cat fiasco is for the moment handled.
Varos himself stays at the bow of the ship for the time being, fine with Frizz using him as a perch as long as she wishes, but at least she’s no longer being sought after as a snack. Otherwise this is going to be a loooong trip.
Suss watches everything with her whiskers still going a mile a minute until the cat is settled back on its elf’s shoulder. Then she gives herself a good shake, takes the moment while Varos is talking to Ghost to hop back over to Aiden’s shoulder, and spends the next good little while grooming her fur back into place.
That was scary!
Avast! Captain Ghost and his motley pirate crew come across an elven rogue in need of assistance. Fortune smiles upon the crew of the Invicta, although one might say it's a mixed bag o' blessings.
August 18, 2411
In the skies aboard the Invicta