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Part 28: The telling of tales =========================================================== This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 20:42, Thu 29 July 2004. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Cyan shivers, once, as Jack's fingers run up her back. She's been sitting in bed for far too long, with too little in the way of light. At the thought, the light brightens a trifle. She smiles, looking down at Jack. "For us? Possibly fourteen hours. For everyone else? No more than seven, if that." An amethyst glance to Berd clearly demonstrates the culprit for that little bit of wizardry. "Would you sleep more? Or rise, Jack of Shadows?" Cyan continues, still speaking quietly. Her hand rests on his shoulder as he lies there, then gently touches his hair. "I would be up, soon if not now, to watch the sun rise and practice a bit. But you may need more rest, Jack. Do you feel better? More centered?" One eyebrow rises slightly. "More at ease?" Berd cracks open his mouth in what appears to be a slow motion yawn...then the shimmering bubble around the bed and its two occupants shatters silently, like crystal, fading to nothingness. Time reasserts itself, clawing back the space in the bed to normal flow. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- Jack looked up into Cyan’s copper shrouded face with a shame faced look at her questions. “Yes I think I am well enough now, I should get up. No doubt Aaron will be looking for answers from me since I was not there.” Jack slowly sat up “Cyan, I am sorry…You were right.” he said looking away his face flushing red with embarrassment. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Reaching out, Cyan puts a hand over Jack's mouth. "None of that. We all stray from the path, Jack of Shadows, and life can overwhelm us. Perfection is not to be expected. Desired, yes," she says, and her topaz eyes sparkle impishly, "but not expected. For none of us, not a single one, can live up to that ideal." Removing her hand from his mouth, she leans over and kisses him. "I am not angry that you left - I am pleased that you returned." Wrapping her arms around him, the Bard leans her head against his shoulder. "Aaron managed quite well, actually. You SHOULD speak to him...once he awakens. I suggest we both prepare?" Slipping out of his arms, and off of the bed, Cyan grins over her shoulder and reaches into her pouch, removing her pack of palanquet. With a flick, she draws forth her leggings from the air, and her silk shirt. Back to Jack, she removes her nightshirt and pulls on her customary clothing, sighing faintly. "You might have a bit of explaining to do at that," Cyan admits, buttoning up the front of the shirt. "And I do not wish to miss the dawn, Jack. It has been too long since I watched the sun come over the horizon. Will you sleep more? Or join me?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- There was a brief “Murph?” of surprise as Cyan put her hand over Jacks mouth and explained things to him. The hand was pulled away only to be replaced by a kiss and then an embrace. A very surprised Jack relaxed and pulled himself from the bed giving Cyan another hug. “Thank you for understanding Cyan.” he said kissing her again before dressing himself. “Come on. we’ll go watch sunrise together and then deal with whatever we must the same. Thank you for reminding me of that.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, I don't fully understand, Jack," she says, shaking her head. "Some, but not all. What I DO understand is this - you had your reasons, and they seemed good at the time. Even if they were a trifle...hmmm, foolish, shall we say? But not matter. I am willing to set such things aside." Cyan's grin is wide, now; she knows she has the upper hand, here. "I can be...magnaminous." Letting her fingers trail down Jack's arm, she moved to the water basin, washing her face. "I must have a bath, soon. I believe after practice I will return to my home for a bath, and then back here. It should only take few minutes, all things considered." A flick of the foot brings Kirilinde up to shoulder height - Cyan snatches it out of the air, and links her arm with Jack's when he is finished preparing. "Shall we?" she asks, heading to the door up to the deck. He is back, and I shall put it behind me. It is done and over. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- James spends the rest of the night sleeping peacefully. Part of him feels a bit soft at having slept in the hammock slung in his cabin. There had been a day when he would have found the floor more comfortable, but James finds it hard to feel too nostalgic for his army days and the new James has discovered the pleasures of decent mattresses. Some habits are harder to break though and as soon as the sun rises James is up. Since he's travelling light it takes all of 5 minutes to be ready to go. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- Jack over play’s his hang dog expression a bit, not that he is not sorry, but if she’s going to smile and laugh this off to a point he will too. “I can see that you can be magnaminous, can you do humble at the same time.” he asked teasingly, a grin breaking of his own. “A bath? A real hot bath? Even if it is A Berd bath, that would be a treat. Can I tag along with you? I won’t peek, I’ll wash you back and do whateeeever you like for a hot bath. I’d simply kill for a hot bath again.” He played the comedic melodramatics as she led him to where ever she wanted to go to watch sunrise. Falling silent as she brough him to the railing, looking out at the first rays of the rising sun he put an arm around Cyan's shoulder and just took it in. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Do not," Cyan continues, punching Jack lighting in the shoulder to get his attention, "think that you will not have to explain yourself to the others. Clown." With a sigh, she shakes her head, giving in to the amusement. Berd, on her other shoulder, cheeps happily, but shoots a cautioning look at Jack behind her head. "You can tag along, should you wish, but it would only be fair to the others to offer them a hot bath as well. It may less be a quiet tryst than a 'line-up to the tub', as a friend of mine used to say." Relaxing beside him, feeling the heat of his body even through her always-cool clothing, Cyan stares out over the water, her ruby eyes catching the burning light across the clouds and throwing it back. She leans her cheek against his chest and stares, his arm a comforting weight on her shoulder. "Never," the Bard says quietly, "never do that again. Never presume to know what is good for me without first consulting me. And never leave without saying goodbye," she finishes in a whisper. The rays lance out as the sun begins to crest the horizon, searing the rest of the sky and setting the rippling water aflame. Berd sits up on Cyan's shoulder, greeting the sun with a musical cry. The Bard smiles, gripping Jack's hand on her shoulder hard. It's a quiet, contemplative moment. Berd, obviously infected by Jack's attitude, blows a raspberry in her ear, long forked tongue flicking wetly. "Agh! Cursed beast! Gûlrog!" Berd hoots merrily while dodging her grasping hand, barely, and swoops up to the spar above, sitting down on it, extending his neck towards her and blowing another raspberry, glittering eyes wide, as Cyan wipes her ear. "Foul creature...Jack, I must do some practice. It has been overlong, and I am unsure as to how much my skills might have deteriorated. I find that the morning is the best time for such things...as I am able to have my bath after." The Bard shrugs her shoulders, reaching out to run a hand through Jack's hair. Berd makes gagging noises, above, but she ignores him, leaning in to kiss Jack on the lips. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “Never again Cyan.” Jack promised as he stood there relaxing and looking between the firey pastels of the morning sky and the first rays of light catching Cyan’s hair. As it lit it up like a burning halo of burnished copper he lost himself in that moment . Not bothering to comment for the longest time… In the end the moment could not last, as Cyan spoke of needing practice and then kissed him. “Go ahead love do what you need to, gods know I am already putting in my morning workout.” he said after reluctantly breaking the soft kiss. He pulled away slowly holding on to the last until the tips of his fingers slipped from her. “I will explain to the others if need be, not that they don’t matter, but they are not as important as you. Especially under the given circumstances.” he added matter of factly finding a place to settle into on a barrel, he sat tailor fashion. “I don’t care if you invite them though a quiet tryst would be pleasant, not smelling like a gym sock takes precedence.” he gave her a wink and a smile. “Never again…” he added. His face turned solemn again and he looked down..away. “Cyan, I am not certain how useful I will be in what is to come. The pyramid, Callisto. It is like the church, I can’t see inside.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "I said I SHOULD invite them...perhaps we might go, ourselves, and then allow them to join us? The time shift is different on my world. A half hour would be as two or three." She gives him a quick smile, ducking her head for a moment. "You have seen something of project Callisto?" Cyan's eyebrow rises. "Well then...of what use am I, if I cannot see inside? Ridiculous, Jack of Shadows. Whether or not you can see inside, you have just demonstrated one, important thing - this pyramid is connected to the Broken God, and the Church...and what other body part might we find within? Every piece adds to our understanding of the puzzle. Every piece gives us another weapon. Each of us, I think, will bring something to our Quest. Some have already brought more than most - that would be you, Jack of Shadows." Leaning close, she looks into his eyes with her own, emerald ones. "Do not be so greedy," Cyan jokes, then grows serious in her turn. "You have done and will do much for all." "I shall make it a short practice as, depending on the whim of our Leader, we might have time for a bath after...more time, should we bathe together, of course." A flush with that comment, though the Bard tosses in a wink to Jack. Moving away, Cyan checks the deck briefly, noting any possible obstacles (including any moving sailors who might wander into her reach), and then draws her blade, Kirilindë flickering with rainbow light for an instant before settling on bright silver, the ithilinaur kindling in the morning sun. Cyan begins her practice. She keeps it slow, moving through her forms at a snail's pace and making minute, tiny adjustments where necessary. A slight shift of the foot here. A tiny twitch to move the point of her blade there. Millimeters of difference and less - hair fine, in some cases. Her forms, while using the classical style of a gim, are without flare, or flash. They move through the motions of killing, only, without bothering with needless frippery or dance-like motions. The footwork is smooth and ranges from the subtle to the gross, but remains constantly centered and clean. Pausing, she brushes damp hair back from her forehead and turns to look at Jack. "Jack...the pyramid. What can you tell me of it?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “Two or three? A lot could be done with two or three hours and I still owe you a dance. Though the image of Berd on an accordion is an odd one.” Jack said matching Cyan’s smile then turned wicked “I’m certain we could find something to while away the time.” he gave her a playful wink before tuning to serious matters. “Yes I have seen the pyramid that must be Callisto,” He said meeting her eyes with bis own beep blue ones. “You misunderstand, I am not being greedy, nor do I underestimate my usefulness. I am trying right now to gain more information by picking a mind to invade and find what I can. However I do not think the trick of Psychic war that I we pulled before will work on this. It would be guarded by the same thing that wards the Church. If we must go inside, our powers and magic’s will probably be robbed of us. All of the special weapon’s proven toys again. Test’s of skill against skill alone. My usefulness in that situation will be minimized. That is all I was saying.” “Come here, I will show you what I see so far of the pyramid. Perhaps your warrior’s eyes can catch something that my mind can not. Berd,” Jack held out an arm despite the fact the Drake could link from where he was. jack just enjoyed the physical contact, it was reassuring. “You should see this as well.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- It's good to take a break, and doing something slowly and perfectly is much more taxing than simply blazing through it without regard to exactness. Cyan sheathes Kirilindë, nodding, and walks to where Jack sits. Simultaneously, Berd wings down from the spar, landing on his arm with easy grace. Reaching out, Cyan takes Jack's free hand. "Show me what you see, Jack of Shadows, and I will attempt to discern some knowledge of use. As to the War we fought before...I doubt that will work a second time, ever. The Enemy is now aware of it, and will no doubt be putting plans into effect to limit the effectiveness of such a move." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “I know,” Jack said with a smile “I still like the thought of it being that easy.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Cyan grins briefly. "Jack...I thought your mind more disciplined than that." Berd, for his part, leans over and bites Jack on the ear. Lightly. Then her visage grows more serious, amber eyes narrowing, and she considers the vista before her. "It is not finished, then...now is the time to strike. We have to bring this to Aaron, and arrange to scout the area. During the construction phase it will be at its most weakest, and possibly even...well, what I would like to do is get inside and steal whatever they are using to 'shield' it." She considers further, biting on her lip in her concentration. "Continue with your studies in those veins, Jack. We need to know more about the people. Berd, can you assist?" Berd, looking a trifle put upon, nods. Cyan frowns, brow wrinkling slightly with thought. "I require more information. Jack, are the people slaves, as THX 1138's people were?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian snores, mumbles in his sleep, rolls over and wipes drool off his chin, scratches himself somewhere, then falls asleep again. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “Ow!” Jack gave Berd a sharp look “I don’t need any ear piercing, ya flying handbag.” But he reached up and stoked the Drakes chin as he looked over at Cyan. “You try not to think of a pink elephant.” Was his only retort for her. “I’m on it and working, you know me I’m always working on it.” he added “It will take time to get everything, go ahead and get Aaron. Going to your home a faster timeline would probably be helpful. Berd and I have this, go head and wake Aaron.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Well, going to my home would be up to Aaron, but it seems a good place to start. At least we know we will not be falling behind most worlds." Cyan steps back, taking her hand from Jack's with a wistful look. "Business...always business. This Quest...at times, it grates. No, that is selfish of me. Needs must." Turning one last amethyst glance to Jack, Cyan quickly hurries to the door leading deeper into the ship. Pausing, she glances at Berd. "Where...thank you, Berd." Then she's away, down the steps and moving unerringly to Aaron's door. Knuckles rap on it, lightly. "Aaron? Are you there?" Above, Berd sighs, glancing around the ship. There's a hungry look in his eye for a moment, but then he shrugs, turning his mind back along its arcane pathways, away from the more transient pleasure of satiation. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Four, maybe five hours later, and Aaron awoke with a tingling in his arms and legs. Familiar, haunting, but also energizing at the same time. He needed to exercise. Ever vigilant, Ilsefranvir rested in her sheath beside his bed. His mind held a flash of memory at what the weapon once looked like in a very similar state, and he felt her flicker to life in the back of his head. She never slept, but fatigue still held her in thrall from time to time. Even a soul needed rest. He hefted her as he rose, his left hand grasping the sheath just beneath the handguard. He left his shirt and jacket upon the bed, the contents once within it placed into a safer spot once he had been assured that the raven above him was asleep. Leaving the room with nary a sound, Aaron once more followed his old path, until he again found himself at the bow of the ship. Dawn was coming soon, and he felt that greeting it with strength would wake him all the more. He stretched, breathed, and then strapped the sword to his bare back. Ilsefranvir emerged from her sheath, glinting silver-black in the slowly receding night, that little light making known the numerous scars upon his torso. Deep slashes across abdomen and back, puckered wounds from bullets and shrapnel on his arms and sides, but none nearly as bad as the eye. He paused, blade held in both hands before him, focused with Arianne as they resonated together. With blue flame creeping up her blade, the strange pattern upon her dark flat gaining a white light of its own, he began. Their dance was more of a test of memory than of any particular style or skill. The first few initial sets of strikes, slashes, parries and blocks were begun in sword-state, Aaron using his whole body in the movement of the weapon, rather than simply shoulder or arm. The switch to whip-state made this even more apparent, and the flow of the movements became more defensive in nature. The sound of the weapon was less like a chain and more like the tinkling of falling glass; the spray of sweat and the huff of deep breaths accompanying every snap of the weapon. He finished then, as he was completing the final motion, Cage of the Rose, and then Ilsefranvir disentangled from around his torso, and snapped into sword-form with a familiar "slink". Spinning the blade, he swiflty resheathed her. Soon, the sun would be up, and the group would have to be ready to move. Leaving the deck, he returned down the familiar path towards his cabin. Endorphins and adrenaline made the tingle in his arms and legs ever greater, though he forced himself not to hurry to his cabin. He continued, only to stop just before he reached it, at the notice of Cyan standing before his door. "Good morning, Cyan." he greeted her, quietly so as to not disturb those who were still resting. Slowly unstrapping Ilse's sheath from his chest, sweat still dripping from his head, he gave her a familiar, understanding eye. "I trust the necessities of our quest did not keep you up late?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Kaelyn ----------------------------------------------------------- Kaelyn sleeps enough to have herself fresh, a mere four hours is all she needs. She rises and goes over each of her weapons checking edges and insuring everything is in place. She then begins her morning Katas unarmed, working hard build her strength up. Once the undarmed are finished she pulls her weapons and practices with each one. Only once her practice is completed does she take the time to consider each member of the group and how trustworthy or untrustworthy they are or dangerous to the group through lack of thought and carelessness. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Aaron? You have been up?" Cyan stares at him quizzically, then back up to the deck of the ship. "Apparantly we have been on opposite sides of the ship...I was near the stern." She winces at the sight of his various scars, slowly shaking her head. "Ah, Aaron, the Worlds have used you sorely...." Then her sapphire eyes bright. "Oh, Jack has returned!" She smiles. "He awaits you on the deck, with news of Project Callisto, and the construction of the Pyramid." Leaning close, Cyan whispers wryly, "I think he expects you to take him to task on his disappearance." Backing away, she again frowns at his scars. "For myself, I have completed the sketches of the remainder of the group, as well as some others, and am just over half-way completed your own palanquet It should be finished when next we sleep. Berd and I have an...arrangement, and my skills have improved, of late." With a wave of her hand, she motions him towards his cabin. "I shall await you here...alternately, we may simply go on deck now, should you so wish." She can see by the sweat on his body and the glint in his eye that Aaron has been practicing with Ilse, much as she has been with her own gim. "I had thought to move to my world, for there is a bath we might all use...separately, of course. Perhaps at some point you and I might practice together - while a stick might not have Arianne's capabilities, I am certain Berd can come up with something practical that might suffice. I have never fought against such a weapon, that I recall-" which is true, considering the qualifier "-and it would teach me much, I think." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Lenore ----------------------------------------------------------- Though left in the cabin Whisper quiet the Raven glides down to alight on Aaron’s shoulder. She shoots him a glance out of her good eye as if to say “hah!” then begins to preen her feathers. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- jack watch Cyan leave then let himself slip almost totaly into the work, loosing himself in it. After a bit glanced over at Berd with an Arched eyebrow, “Interesting-“ he said slowly. "Berd could you-?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Aaron moved casually, with a newly refined grace that his exercies had seemingly reawakened, and approached his door, which he leaned against before returning his attentions to Cyan. A smile, and a shake of his head, Aaron twisted his right shoulder just-so, hearing the vertebrae in his neck crack at the motion. "Ah, Cyan, the Worlds only return as much as we give to them, it seems. I have the ablitity to get whatever I wish from their depths, and yet..." here he sighs, glancing to the floor. "And yet, I still can't believe I haven't lost as much as I could have." A smile then, and he perks up noticibly at the mention of Jack. Yet that pleasantness is overcome by a firm nod of acknowlegement. Relaxed Aaron had given way to Aaron the Leader once he'd heard the news. "Yes, I suppose Jack will wish for me to chew him out. He was always something of a masochist." Chuckling, he leaned close to Cyan, a glint in his eye. "That's something he and I share, apparently, however subtle that mutual curse may be." "Well, whatever the case, I'll take care of him. I'm very glad that he has information and insight for us, though. I'll be sure to press the fact that he is just as important to me, and this group, as what he can do, or what information he posesses." Cyan mentioned her world, and here Aaron nodded aggreement. "I had much the same idea. Would it pain you if we used your world as a small base of operations? I'd understand if you refused the idea... but I thought I'd ask." Dangling Ilsefranvir from between his fingers, he glanced at her and smiled. "Yes, it would certainly be an interesting little match, if you and I sparred. I'd welcome the challenge, when we're all settled in back at your cabin, that is. As far as waiting for me..." And then his shoulder is speared by Lenore's talons, and he yelped in surprise. "Agh! Cursed bird!" he spat, only to regain his balance and sigh in aggravation. "Who do you belong to? Nobody, I'd guess. You're either dangling on myself or Jack. Ech. You must be a Bird of my Demise." Shaking his head, he glanced to Cyan once more and sighed. "Please wait for me, dear Bard. Just let me gather my goods, and then we can return to Jack." Then he vanished into his room for a few moments, before he returned once more, somewhat less flushed, and Lenore on his left shoulder, rather than his right, which was taken up mostly by Ilsefranvir's hilt. Closing his door, he gestured politely to Cyan, his pleasant smile making even the scar on his face seem a mere trifle. "After you, m'lady." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Cyan leans against the wall of the corridor, humming to herself, and pushes off when Aaron returns. At his wave, she nods and begins to walk back up on deck. "You should return that creature to Jack...she seems to like tormenting him more than you. I would do it before she ruins your clothing." The Bard gives the raven a narrow-eyed, emerald glance before returning to their conversation. "Certs my home is open to all of us in this company, and it might be a good place to use for our plans. I am a trifle wary of using it as a permanent 'base of operations'; rather, I would find a world where there are no people, a dead world, and use that. Berd can create what we need on such a world, though he will be loathe to exert himself so." The Bard smiles. "He requires the practice." Cyan grows more serious, though, continuing along that line. "You know that any place from which we carry out a campaign against the Enemy will sooner or later find itself under siege? I would have no innocents at peril for our benefit, Aaron - my home, or that of any other. The people of my world are not aware of the existance of the Myriad Worlds, beyond a few philosophers. They would be crushed by the Archons, or an invading army." Arriving on deck, the coppery-haired bard seaches for Jack, finding him in much the same place. "And there he is, awaiting you with Berd," Cyan notes. "Thick as thieves, those two...well, perhaps we will garner some time for practice, Aaron, but I doubt it will take place on this day." A rueful smile. "Shall we waken the others, or leave them to sally forth from their cabins at their leisure? Like as not it will be the final, good sleep any of us receive for some time - the spirits only know that has been the case with Jack and I." Berd's head comes up as Aaron appears, not surprisingly. "You silly little jackanape!" Cyan calls out as she and the one-eyed man walk towards the pair at the railing. "Why did you not tell me he was up on deck?" Berd gives her a long look, breathing out a puff of silvery mist that makes a swirling whirlpool, the 'tip' of the funnel aimed at the side of his own head. "My, you are brave this morning," Cyan concludes, laughing. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Following Cyan back towards the deck, Aaron nodded, a confirmation of his own thoughts. "Your words echo my mind, Cyan. While I feel it necessarry that we have a place to congregate post-exertion, an uninhabited world would be best." A casual wave of the hand, passing the commentary onward. "'Better to ask and be called a fool...' and all that." As they continued on, Aaron's eye narrowed on thought. "Yes, I have considered the fact that our enemies would attack the world upon which we were based. However, perhaps we could use that to our advantage. If we could lure them into a trap that seemed like a weakness of our own, well..." here he shrugged and shook his head. "Those ideas are for conversation and contemplation between all of us. I'll leave them be for now." Having reached the deck, Aaron spotted Jack, and cast a considering gaze his way, the kind of look a father would give a child once he knew he had done wrong. That look evaporated with a sigh and a small smile. "We'll let the group rest, Cyan. Who can say when they'll get to do it again?" And then he approached Jack, slowly, casually. "I trust your little vacation gave you what you were looking for?" He looked the man up and down and chuckled a little. "At least you're rested, and you certainly look better than you did at last I saw you." He frowned slightly, "Still, t'wasn't the best time for you to leave. I needed you, Jack. You have skills, information, and... well, you're the only other friend I have here. Cyan and yourself are the only ones I can trust until I'm sure of this little group I've been given command of. So..." A look about the deck, and then Aaron turned, stared right at Jack with that one eye, puckered and dead, and that other, spearing, determined and living. "...as you said before, I can count on you to follow me, yes? I won't fault you for leaving. You've been under a great strain, and recent... issues... have more than likely aggravated you, which is understandable. However, the next time you leave without letting me know where you're going or whether we can contact you..." And here he stopped, seemingly out of steam. "Shit. Just don't leave me hanging like that again, alright? There was a great gap in this group, and you're the one who filled it. Do that again, and I swear to God, I'll kill you." "Very nice. That's how you encourage them." A cough-like laugh, and then Aaron pointed to Lenore on his left shoulder. "I belive this is yours, Jack. Please cage her, for I fear she may decorate my jacket." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- Jacks eyes had remained closed through the greetings as he sat there in the lotus position, though as smile slowly caressed his lips at Aaron’s words. Jack’s deep blue eyes fluttered open meeting the Amber man eyes to mismatched eyes. “Vacation?” he asked “Not likely Aaron.” a hint of weariness into his voice, but more of the soul then the body. Jack arched an eyebrow questioningly “It had little to do with need Aaron, you, the group and the quest may or may not need me. That the question, the question is do I do more harm then good? Much of the groups dissention seems to focus around myself, even earlier dissentions’ lest we forget our old issues Amberman.” Jacks tone was introspective “In my weariness I watched Cyan have to apologize for me again to Dorian with a glance, as she apologized to you with looks, and to Leonardo.” Jack continued to speak in his soft thoughtful tones. “Perhaps the problem was not you and your madness, or Leonardo, or Kaelyn, or even Dorian and his dark ways last night I thought. We all know the unquestioned life is not worth living, and gods know I question everyone and everything to extremes, but I had to question myself as well.” His eyes fell. “I did not like the potential answers…I mean if enough people hold ill against you, maybe it is you and not them, or at least you add to it. I-” Jack hesitated before continuing strong “I would think it more of you as a leader to threaten me with death or harm if I were to stay and I was part of the problem.” he let the statement hang in the air heavily for long moments before continuing. “And I thought it would be easier in leaving now that you have assistance of the other Ambers.” “Any way you chose to take it, I was reminded of promises I had made, promises that meant the worlds to me.” Jack glanced over at Cyan before looking out to sea, the wind blowing his cloak around him lightly. “Here I am, and here I will be. Though I will try to remain in the background so as not to step on anyone’s toes or cause any more issues. A hard task for me to swallow as you know me, I am born protector, ever vigilant. I do not know how I shall choke it down in this company, after all a spade is a spade.” Jack took a deep breath and let it out the smile finding his face as he looked back at Aaron. “Well enough self pity, we have information on Calisto, Berd and I. It looks like you have hard choices, my friend and leader. Another situation like the hand and church with the enemy controlling it. A disease ridden subjugated people and what may be a enemy leader. Or another world where we just left where they are probably trying to destroy the worlds pattern and drive the breaks closer to Amber. Heavy choices ol’ bean, heavy choices.” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- James leaves his cabin to find the others. Having first checked that there is nobody in the stateroom where they met previously he makes his way on deck. "Bingo!" he mutters to himself as he spots Aaron, Cyan and Jack close to the rail, and that would be Hunter up on the foredeck unless they have two wolves on board. Moving closer to the trio, James calls, "Good morning, everyone." to alert them to his approach. As he approaches them, he watches them and notes the way they interact with each other. His study is interrupted by two fairly urgent realisations. One... "I'm glad you're back Jack." Two... "You've already practised this morning, haven't you? Damn. Going to have to lift my game." This last is directed at Cyan and Aaron and it's not really a question. To James's seasoned eye it's apparent in the way they carry themselves. "I'll leave you to it for a bit. I'm going to go say "Hi" to Jonnee," he points towards the foredeck, "I'll wager he's up there with Hunter." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Andrej ----------------------------------------------------------- Andrej opens his eyes, one moment still asleep, the next wide awake. He stands and stretches, then heads to his cabin. Inside he strips and washes himself, the cold water wiping away any remnants of sleep. Taking out a razor knife and a bar of shaving soap he continues his morning toilet shaving his scalp. With a sigh of regret he looks at his torn favorite vest, then dresses in a dark red shirt, black leather pants and a black leather vest with slight gold trim and a stylized picture of a bear and a falcon on its left breast. After completeing his morning ritual he leaves his cabin and heads for the deck to get some fresh air. As he looks over the railing and out to see he notices the small group of his compatriots standing slightly to the side, talking. He decides to let them have a bit of privacy and not intrude on their conversation, but notes that Jack has reappeared. Nodding a short greeting in their direction he again looks out over the waters. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Reaching the deck with Aaron, Cyan listens as he ‘chews out’ Jack, so to speak. It’s going fine until the last, then the Bard tenses. '...Do that again, and I swear to God, I'll kill you....’ Another death threat delivered to Jack. She can’t be certain if Aaron is serious, or not – this new Aaron is more difficult to read, and his actions and reactions are different enough that it throws Cyan off her expectations. Warily, she watches Jack for his reaction. Words have meaning to her. Unless she knows someone isn’t serious, Cyan takes such things very seriously. Jack, however, seems more interested in punishing himself than taking Aaron to task for his words, and Cyan settles for waiting. It is possible that Aaron meant it as hyperbole. In poor taste, but...her ways are not the ways of everyone, that is for certain. I dearly hope that Jack does not choose to fade into the background over this. While the situation is tense, I still believe that, with a bit of work from everyone, we can continue on this quest not as a group, but as a team. But she will not, cannot sacrifice Jack's spirit. As Jack catches Aaron up to speed, Cyan spots movement out of the corner of her amber eyes, and turns to face James as he speaks. “Good morning to you, Sir James,” she greets him. A simple statement of acceptance of Jack’s return, and yet much could be conveyed by the single phrase. Layers and layers to this one. “If you are will, James, I am yet free for practice. We need only find a pair of broomsticks, or the like...though I am certain Berd can provide. Others have not yet awoken, and so we seem to have some time before our leave-taking.” She wonders at the heavy blade hanging at his waist. Either his style is far different than what she expects, or he wields it...well, with ease. Another one like Jack, far stronger than myself. "Though perhaps would be best...." Andrej’s arrival does not go unnoticed as well. “Good morning, Sir Andrej.” The man appears to wish his privacy for the nonce, and Cyan can respect that. Mornings, she knows, can be an important time. Studying the insignia on his vest, she ponders as to whether it is simple decoration, or something more. Heraldry, from his chosen World? What meaning do the bear and falcon hold? =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- A sigh, and Aaron's eye returns a slight look of disappointment towards Jack. "Jack, it's because you question everything that I need you here, as yourself. If you recede into the background and simply stare like a ghoul, you'll be limiting your obvious advantages to this team." Running a hand through his hair, Aaron shook his head. "Look, you know I'm long past old grievances. You and Cyan are the last people I'd ever hurt," and here he chuckles, "desptie how often I go about saying I'll kill you. I'm so beyond our past that it's no longer a problem for me." His eye glinted, and he smiled slightly. "Not that I forget, though. I use my memories to better strengthen the wisdom I've gained. And I know right now, that I need you as you are, Jack, and not as a self-defeating shell of yourself." Aaron scoffed, looking up to the skies above. "Jack of Shadows, I say, who gives a damn what others think of your methods? If they work to better the progression of the group, then I say go for it. However, I won't bide anything that will put us in needless danger." A shrug. "I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't do that. Any danger that comes to us through you is generally for a damn good reason." And then he smiles, letting out a great breath. "Well, whatever the case, your information is certainly helpful. I never expected our mission to be easy." A pause. "Regarding the information you've collected, do you have any opinion as to where our first steps should be? You know I need all the help I can get." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- Jack touched a finger to his brow in salutation of James “Thanks James.” was all he said to the Amber man. Also nodding a salute to Andrej. All before continuing with Aaron “It’s not about old grievances Aaron, honestly between us there are no grievances in my eyes like yourself. It’s about have I been and shall I continue to start wars in the group. Internal strife is as dangerous as anything.” Standing he sighed and slapped a palm quickly several times on the railing giving light thumps. “It doesn’t matter , you know me…I am here and will do the best job I can for ya boss.” he gave Aaron a wink. “You threaten to kill me I’ll threaten to beat you, just like old times, even if neither of us will make good on it, though each of us could.” he looked at Cyan with a smile “It’s a stupid male bonding thing.” He took a deeper breath seeming to stand taller, nothing was resolved but things would go on. If nothing else he was standing with more confidence and his voice was stronger. “Suggestions of where to start? Nope… “ Jack said with a grin. “Now you see what trouble I had when I was a responsible leader by default. I’m so glad that it’s you and no me.” He chuckled at Aaron’s plight. “First I’d say get some more people over here, the less I have to repeat myself the better.” Turning he called out to the three on deck “James, Andrej, Jonnee, Hunter… Do you all feel up to a little unofficial meeting? Dorian and Kaelny as well.” He looked around at the empty air expecting the to hear and respond if they liked. Jack started on his suggestions or at least the issues as he saw them. “Really I am at loss of where to start Aaron, leaving either is dangerous, dangerous to Amber and the worlds.” Jack frowned and spoke thoughtfully “ Though if I were in shoes…..” “…..I would check with Princess Fiona, to see if the Amber’s might deal with the threat at their own back door. The world in the Circle that had the orb, if it’s pattern is broken the enemy shall use it as a spear head straight into Amber. Though it must be dealt with quickly or a world of people may die.” Jack looked as if thinking for a moment then nodded. “If she can see to that, we can be free to pursuer this Callisto, the threat it holds and face the malignancy it’s world holds for us. It’s as bad as anything you have seen, the breaks there are old and solid.” “We must continue to thwart their plans on small levels, world by world. However Berd, myself, you, Cyan and anyone else who feels up to the challenge must truly push the limits…As we did with the Archon battle, we must think farther out side the box and more creatively then ever.” Jack leaned in a little closer to Aaron. “We have to find was to make sweeping strikes to the enemy powerbase and shut then down, or for every world we save a thousand may be lost. Berd already works to gain a better understanding of the Orb, I have few plans myself. I could probably use Dorian’s help if we can work without trying to fry each others brains. So let’s gather everyone together so I can tell all what we have found.” He stoked Berd. “So does that help you any?” Jack asked moving to stand by Cyan. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- "Not Sir, please Cyan, just James." "I'd like that, but you'll have to give me a moment to warm up before I cross so much as broomsticks with you." Momentarily distracted from his intention of greeting Jonnee, James moves a step or two or away and begins with some basic stretches. He's just about to move to his footwork drills when Jack calls for people to gather in. "Some other time perhaps Cyan?" he says regretfully. He waits attentively for what Jack may have to say. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Relieved that things are going so well between Aaron and Jack now, Cyan turns to concentrate on James and his acceptance of her offer. Topaz eyes sparkle at the thought of crossing...well, crossing wood with someone, just for a little practice, and she laughs at James' comment about warming up, giving him a quick bow. "As you wish, James. I-" Then Jack calls out, and James states his regret as Cyan, too, realizes there will be no time for practice today. "Indeed," she returns to him as Jack moves up beside her, "another time. I will keep it in mind. Jack, I am ready to listen and, if need be, to speak." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian appears, looking as if he hasn't had quite enough sleep, nor a bath. They were gathering again, apparently. "What transpires?" he asks. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Aaron nodded in appreciation of Jack's knowledge, and even more so for his suggestions. "I agree with you about getting Fiona's help. Not only will it keep one less problem off of our backs, but it will keep my relatives in Amber wary of the obvious threat this enemy represents." A smile, and a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's good to have you back." Then he turns to James and Dorian and speaks in a somewhat more commanding tone. "As soon as the rest of the group joins us, we'll get down to business. I'd prefer to have to repeat Jack's information only once, though I'm sure I'll fail at that." He chuckled there, and shook his head. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Andrej ----------------------------------------------------------- Andrej keeps staring out to see until at one unspoken signal he abruptly turns back to the rest of the group and with a few brisk steps heads over to the gatherum. "Good morning to you all and well met again after last night's - excitement." He looks at Jack at his last word, winking once at his enigmatic comrade-in-arms. "I gather a new war-concil is about to start." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- Jack glanced at Cyan and James with a contemplative look and though for a moment “I am so sorry,” He said “There seems to be never enough time, yet we need to grab what we can when we can.” With an honest look of concern on his face. “Please spar, we have to wait on Kaelyn anyway. That is if it alright with Aaron.” He smiled at the packs leader. Something in him remembered how he and Kalika struggled for time, and the prices he paid in Leonardo’s eyes for taking it. “We should hold the counsel of war when all are ready, fresh and thinking their best. Though I would suggest moving to Cyan’s to freshen up, spar and do what we need for planning, moral and bonding of our pack.” He glanced at Dorian and nodded silently in greeting. “Just making preparations.” he replied. The turned his attention to the one eyed Amber man “Aaron, I beg a favor… Go ahead and speak with Fiona, so that our friends may have time, to spar. Once you are done I recommend we retire to Cyan’s cabin.” He held the Amber mans eye for a moment. Jack broke the stare off with Aaron first turning to Andrej with a apologetic smile “Looks like I may have been crying wolf again,” he shrugged and moved over by the big man “ But I will be happy to talk to you and Dorian getting your opinions on things if Aaron chooses to talk with Princess Fiona and Cyan spars with James.” His gaze slides across each member of the group in turn. “How many of you have planqu- er Trumps of anything to do with Amber, chaos or their denizens, may I ask?” =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian nods amiably to Jack's explanation. To his other question, Dorian simply says, "Unfortunately, I know not anything called... planquertrumps... " =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Kaelyn ----------------------------------------------------------- Finally rested and stretched out, Kaelyn emerges from her cabin and in full armor with winged helmet on her head. She needs it incase someone brings down the roof again on them. She goes looking for James. Her sword is in an alternate form and hidden on her person in easy access while her hands are gauntleted. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- James seems noncommittal, "I don't know Jack. Neither Jonnee or Kaelyn seems the type to oversleep, I'm sure they'll join us soon. Why don't I go and find Fiona so we can get this wrapped up and be off to Cyan's home. We might get time to spar then, while the rest of you finish preparations for our next move." James looks to Aaron for permission to go and find Fiona. "I don't have any Trumps. Bleys seemed to think I'd just get myself in trouble if I had access to the rest of the family." James grins. "He might have been right." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- Having already greeted Andrej, Cyan gives him a quick smile and a nod. "And a fine morning to you, Dorian." "No, Jack," she replies to his comment, a slight smile on her face. "'Tis best if we get this boat underweigh, as it were. I can wait for the practice - I suspect I shall be acquiring enough of it during this quest, in any case. Dorian, these are the palanquet of which Jack spoke - some have similar devices they call Trump." She holds out her deck, then pulls her own card to show him, handing it to him should he accept. "Are you familiar? They are a means of communication and transport, creating a psychic link with the one pictured, should they accept the contact. In addition, there are palanquet of places, allowing one to transport oneself instantly." Berd flies up into the air during this, then spirals down to land on Cyan's arm. "Jonnee is asleep with Hunter upon the foredeck," the Bard notes. "I am certain Kaelyn will find her way here, soon enough. She does not seem to be the type to oversleep." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian does his best to smile and bow politely in response to Cyan's greeting. It takes more effort than the others probably realize. "Fascinating," Dorian says studying the card that she showed him. "I've never heard of such a thing, but I would be very interested to learn more. Perhaps... you could tell me more, when there is time?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Lenore ----------------------------------------------------------- Lenore sat quietly on Aaron’s shoulder watching the goings on, but she seemed to take a particular interest in his ear as she waited for the next cigarette to appear. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “He may have been more right then you know James.” Jack says with a smile “If any of you have palanquet’s associated with Amber or Chaos, I highly recommend that you do not use them.” Reached out and stoked Berd as he moved back across to stand by Cyan. “As you to wish, I just have the feeling that previously on this quest time for simple pleasures weighed heavily on me. If I took them I was letting everyone down or holding things up, if I didn’t I was missing out on the things that mattered most in life.” He rested his hands on Cyan’s shoulders and began to massage them. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Not surprisingly, the cigarette does appear as if by magic. First it's in his hand, then it rested right behind his left ear, by Lenore. "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em, ladies and gentlemen." he announced, somewhat amused. He nodded to James, and cocked his head towards the aft of the ship. "You were reading my mind, friend. Please politely inform the Lady Fiona that we require her attentions, for we will be getting underway soon." He paused, then added: "Oh, and if you see Kaelyn, please inform her that we're awaiting her arrival." Aaron gazed up at the skies above, as if musing. "Our visit to Cyan's cabin will be for preparation for our journey, and to gain a little exercise before we go. Trust me when I say that you should get as much as possible while we're there. You're going to miss the freedom once we've left." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Lenore ----------------------------------------------------------- With surprising speed the black bird, snatches the smoke from Aaron’s hand and takes to wing in a puff of noxious smelling smoke. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- James takes off at a jog, headed for the nearest hatch. He stops only long enough to ask the location of Fiona's cabin from a nearby crewman - although he'd be amazed if it was anything but the captain's room in the stern of the ship - before disappearing from sight. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Dorian, I would be more than willing to explain the theory behind the palanquet to you as we travel," Cyan replies to the man, "though Berd, as my teacher, might be a better choice...should he wake up." Berd looks mildly amused, then puts his head down again. "I plan to create a palanquet of each of us, then continue from there, making more so that we all have lines of communication. That is, if nobody objects." "You have to remember to live, Jack of Shadows," Cyan notes as Jack moves behind her. "To push too hard is to risk crumbling..." Her voice trails off as Jack's fingers dig into the muscles of her shoulders. She flushes briefly, ducking her head, then laughs, amethyst eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Berd, more than a little annoyed, scrambles around, crawling up on top of her head as Jack disturbs his perch. Cyan can't help but laugh more, at that. It's a bizarre picture she paints, now, the disgruntled dragon crowning her like an odd, living headpiece, but the bard doesn't seem to mind in the least, leaning back slightly into Jack's hands. Lenore's disappearance earns her another disgusted look from Berd - a slight wind picks up to drag the scent from the air around them. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- "I understand," is all Dorian says in return, as he looks at Berd and back again. "I shall be sure to consult with the dragonoid creature, as well. I must admit I am concerned about having a Palanquet of myself made, since I don't what kind of connection or power it grants the wielder over me. Obviously, it is a matter of trust, and I will acquiesce, but it will also help to know more about the nature of these things." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- "Dorian," Cyan says to the dark man, "I will hold off forging a palanquet for you until you are completely comfortable with it. I do not believe in making such things for people unless they truly wish for them - I have a sketch made, but that is all, and I will destroy it." She shrugs, but her emerald eyes are very serious. "The sketch is a work of minutes - I can do another one should you reconsider." Berd favours the cloaked man with a quick look, obviously amused at the situation, then goes back to sitting atop Cyan's head. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- "No, keep your sketch, Cyan. I can tell from the conversation that it is an important tool for communication. Since my means of communicating beyond a single world are limited, it is quite necessary. Besides, I am fully confident in my abilities to defend my mind from intrusion of nearly any kind." Turning his attention to Berd, Dorian adds, "I am also curious about your companion. I can discern that it isn't a normal creature, if such a classification exists, but I am unable to fathom its unique nature." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Berd ----------------------------------------------------------- Cyan nods, as best she can with Berd on her head and Jack's hands on her shoulders. "Very well...I will keep to the sketch. In fact, I can give you a palanquet of myself with which to experiment, should you so desire, before forging one of you." Amusement shines in her topaz eyes as he asks after Berd. "Berd...Berd is singular. Berd is, as he puts it, and I know of no better way to describe him. He is my mentor in many arts, and my friend in my wanderings. He-" Cyan stops, raising her eyebrows for a moment. "Certainly," Berd's eyes glitter as he turns his head towards Dorian. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Lenore ----------------------------------------------------------- The raven glided down to land on Jacks shoulder dropping the cigarette to the deck. She looked at Berd for a moment before letting out a bad imitation of cawing laughter. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- An impish grin formed on Jack’s face where he stood behind Cyan, he released one of her shoulders transferring the other smoothly to work the muscles of her neck. Amazingly for Jack he said nothing as he grinned wickedly. Aaron told me to be myself. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Cyan ----------------------------------------------------------- It's hard for Cyan to see, underneath the mess Berd is making of her hair, but she rolls her sapphire eyes 'backward', trying to look at Jack over her shoulder. "Jack of Shadows," she murmurs quietly, "what cleverness goes through your mind, now?" Out of her sight, Berd gives a long-suffering sigh, and shifts again. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jack ----------------------------------------------------------- “Nothing worse than usual Cyan, I am just stealing you for a bit.” Jack said focusing all of his attention down at something behind Cyan “I hope you all don’t mind.” he added to everyone =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Kaelyn ----------------------------------------------------------- Kaelyn meets James as he goes below deck, "Are you now rested and prepared for wherever we go next?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian smirks, meeting Berd's gaze for a moment with a small nod of his head. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Berd ----------------------------------------------------------- Berd suddenly lifts from Cyan's head with an irritated expression, right before Cyan's topaz eyes widen. "Jack, wha-" A blur - a rainbow shimmer - Cyan and Jack dissolve into sparkles - Berd settles to the deck, looking mildly piqued that his perch has disappeared. Of Cyan and Jack, there is no sign. They have vanished. Berd, yawning, flaps up to land on Aaron's shoulder. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- There was a glint behind Aaron's eye as a thought emerged behind it. That thought crawled up towards the back of his skull, and siezed his brain like the taloned claw of a certain one-eyed raven. "Ah. Not a bad idea, that." And then he glanced to Berd, then Jack, and then Cyan before looking to Dorian. "Dorian, if you would, please inform everyone once they get here, that Cyan, Jack and myself have gone to prepare for the journey. There are a couple of things I need to confirm before we leave, and I'd prefer to do it in private. I'll be sure not to keep everyone waiting, however." "Cyan? Jack? Please join me in my cabin, if you would." Reaching up to scratch Berd behind his head, he then proceeded back in the direction of his cabin. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- "Of course," Dorian says simply, turning his attention from Berd. He only assumed that Berd would go wherever the three of them would go, and their conversation was over. No matter, there were things to be done. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Of course his cabin was figurative. He'd be staying in the same place along with everyone else once the time came. Still, he did need to return to his own place, to gather his things. "Berd," he said politely to the drake on his shoulder, "please inform Cyan that we will be joining them once all is assembled. Oh, and if they need a little extra time, tell them that I'll do what I can for them." A small, amused chuckle followed that, and he shook his head. Returning to his room, he removed his jacket (making sure Berd was comfortable before doing so), donned the Armor Herzkrieg, and then replaced both drake and coat upon his person. Leaving his quarters, he then proceeded in the direction of Fiona's quarters. He knew full well that James was on his way to get her. But Aaron wasn't going to meet with Fiona. No. Rather, he needed to make sure his extended family was comfortable and well taken care of before he departed. And he knew, deep down, that Chrissie was more than likely raring to chew him out. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by James ----------------------------------------------------------- James replies to Kaelyn's question "Yes, thank you. I slept well. As for ready, well, as ready as I'm going to get." "I'm just going to find Fiona, the others have gathered up on deck. Aaron is going to announce our next destination. If you'll excuse me?" James follows the crewman's instructions until he finds Fiona's cabin. He knocks on the door, then announces himself. "Princess Fiona, it's James. Aaron would like to speak with you concerning our next destination." =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Kaelyn ----------------------------------------------------------- Kaelyn continues up onto the deck as a result of the little talk with James. She looks a little relieved to sse that JAck is not present as she looks over her companions. She will have to learn about them when she gets a chance but only what they chose to tell. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Jonnee ----------------------------------------------------------- Jonnee wakes as people start to move around on the deck, and pushes Hunter to one side so that he can get up, ignoring the grumbling of the wolf. He stretches, scratches, and wanders across to where the others are gathering. Hope there's a good breakfast laid on. He stifles a yawn, and says, "Morning all, what's happening?" =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Dorian ----------------------------------------------------------- Dorian continues to watch Berd with a faint hint of concentration upon his face as he studies the creature. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Berd ----------------------------------------------------------- Berd, bobbing away on Aaron's shoulder, slowly turns his head around to face Dorian and gives him a needle-toothed grin. Not threatening - it's just his normal, wide smile. He winks. Once. =========================================================== Re: Part 28 - The telling of tales by Aaron ----------------------------------------------------------- Many minutes later, Aaron, Berd upon his shoulder once more, strolled out from the confines of the ship and returned to the deck. "This is it!" he yelled, and made sure everyone else (practically on the ship) could hear him. "Once I'm sure Fiona gets the message that Amber needs to bolster the defenses of the worlds around the Kingdom, we're getting off this boat." "All aboard!" ===========================================================
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