DS Devereaux on Oct 26, 2013 wrote:

(Oh, no! Here, I know how to get you back in...would it be okay if Alex began wandering afterwards?)

Warwick stretched his arms up, feeling some relief after a long rest.

"I'd love for you to come along," he said to Lizzy with a smile, "I may have a lead somewhere. Or not." Standing up, Warwick splashed more water on his face, starting to walk back into the small bear camp. Walking with Lizzy into Northguard, Warwick could have sworn that he recognized a figure walking over a distant bridge.

"Alex!" Warwick called out, "Alex, it's us! You're alright!" Approaching Alex, Warwick performed a quick and feathery heal upon Alex, smiling. "Glad to have you back." Warwick had taken a handful of Lizzy's berries with him and ate them as the group walked towards what looked like to be the equivalent of a tavern. Within minutes, Warwick caught himself from a rambling story about his Navy days.

"So, Alex," Warwick said, changing subjects, "How'd you turn up on Skull Island?"

(I love how all of our characters have gone through something major and terrifying. It draws them closer together, no?)

Highlander Fox of ... on Oct 27, 2013 wrote:

(It sounds just like her to wander around. XD)

Alex's anger had eased as she found the group. But a bit of resentment lingered, for reasons unknown. "Well, my parents, um, they... Died. They died in a terrible....Storm." There was a lot of lingering in Alex's words. "And it was on a zone not far from Skull Island, Waponi Wu. I wasn't there, but it was a wicked and terrible hurricane of sorts that took them. They were traders from Port Regal, where I grew up. But having no one to take me in anymore, I was told to change my lifestyle and take on a new life in Skull Island. I did as such, but it hurts me so much to take away from others as a pirate, so I took on a more mild, less dangerous livelihood as the alchemist of Skull Island. It's too lonely..." She sighed. (OOC: She's leaving out a couple important details...)

"Oh yes, have any of you seen Angel or Trinity? I heard them talking about vortexes earlier." The alchemist shrugged, and being the kind of person she was, was worried for the duo. Even though she shouldn't worry.

(I just remembered! Today (or yesterday by the time this goes up) is Emma's birthday, as I scheduled it. XD)

Thunder Hawk on Oct 30, 2013 wrote:

Connor who had happened to find the small group, and almost called out, was stopped, a shadow, and a person, catching his eye. His eyes darted to the location of the shadow, but the person was gone.

Had I imagined it? Connor thought.

No. That was most definitely Sean.

But....That's impossible! Sean left for Wintertusk!

Well....What do you think Sean is after?

No. No way. He can't be after that.

Maybe he is. You know the code of the Peacock Master.

......Why do you call him that? His name is Hank.

Whatever. But even you will obey the code.

.............................................

You'd best hurry to Wintertusk, for if Sean discovers it and uses it on the Armada.....Things will get ugly.

.............................................

Side with Warwick and Lizzy. Help them, and I'm sure they'll help you stop Sean.

But that's the least of my worries.......

Connor shook his head of his terrible thoughts. He had to work with Warwick and Lizzy. But they didn't trust him. I'll have to wait. Connor thought. He set an almost complete white windstone out in the open, hoping Lizzy, Warwick, or that stranger Alex would come across it. Connor barrel rolled to the cover of rocks, so he wouldn't be seen by Warwick or Lizzy.

I'll wait. Connor thought. I'll follow them to Wintertusk. When the time is right, I'll make my next move.

OOC: Uh-oh. Things are gonna get ugly pretty soon, I've got that feeling.

DS Devereaux on Oct 30, 2013 wrote:

(I've been SO busy!)

Warwick could tell that Alex was hiding something, just based on how she presented her words. Before he could nudge Lizzy, she had disappeared.

Guess it's up to me, then, Warwick mentally decided. He turned back to Alex.

"Listen," he sighed, "I know you're hiding something about your past, and it would probably be for the better for all of us if you could be at peace with..." Warwick swallowed a thought of his own, "...with your past. So, I'm wondering, why does it hurt you to steal?"

Warwick quickly remembered his own past. It was on the Armada galleon, some many months before - He was trapped in a cell, clinging to the bars as the ship swayed. A clockwork stood watch outside of his cell, a bronze key dangling from a hook on its armor. Warwick, within hours, had betrayed his soldier's code and snatched the key, pocketing it before the clockwork noticed. Once his rescuers arrived, Warwick was leaning against the wall outside, dangling the key from his fingertips. Nonetheless, it was an easy escape.

Since then, Warwick's ethical code had changed, especially once he had been discharged. For the period of time in between Warwick's arrival on Skull Island and his denial of Avery's help in finding his parents, Warwick had taken to stealing like a professional, knowing how to gauge target actions from his experience in Marleybone. He understood the controversy inside, and knowing that Alex felt the same made him wonder.

(I love making Warwick push buttons.)

Just Add Bacon on Nov 2, 2013 wrote:

OOC: Ran out of characters in my last post, so I'll be writing a new one.

I recently started a new roleplay thread (Roleplay -- Costume Party!), and in the first post of it that I wrote, she dances the Waltz by herself (foreshadowing -- hopefully!). She needs a partner, would Warwick be available at that time? Also, it might be a great opportunity to explore his awkward side. I think it might be fun to have Lizzy and Warwick in the same roleplay again, also it would be good practice for you if your character bumped into another one that was important to him (he trusts her -- that's big as far as Warwick goes, right? right?). It'll be good writing practice for the both of us. I do hope you join the thread, although I understand if you don't. Who knows? You could use Destiny or any other character of yours if you wanted to. XD I think it would be a little fun for Destiny and Lizzy to meet. From what I've read of Destiny in A Survivor's Word, the two might not get along in difficult situations, something that I feel would add humor to and deepen the story.

Okay, going to stop trying to sell it now.

Highlander Fox of ... on Nov 3, 2013 wrote:

Alex clenched her fists and grimaced. "As for that, my reason why I don't steal is confidential. Watch how personal you get, Orleans. My history deserves to be forgotten, and I don't want to talk about it." The alchemist was obviously not all too happy, judging by her facial expression, body language and darkened tone of voice in her vengeful words. "Unlike most other pirates, for the record, I didn't make the idiotic mistake of allowing myself to be imprisoned by clockworks." Okay, now she was just being cruel. (OOC: No offense to anyone whose character was captured by the Armada, Alex is just sensitive about that.)

A sudden crash rang out from outside, and a triumphant, familiar voice sounded in a chorus of: "I HAVE FOUND THE HUMAAAAAAAAAANS!" Trinity got to her feet, and despite some of her outfit being slightly blackened and singed with ash, she seemed not to mind, and she glanced in the window. She waved and saluted the trio she and Angel had lost track of. "Sorry, the vortexes were failed."

"And what was all the -cough- nonsense you were on about?" Angel coughed as she followed Trinity. She mouthed 'loony' and pointed to Trinity, who did not notice.

Just Add Bacon on Nov 4, 2013 wrote:

OOC: As the writer, none taken, but as Lizzy... not so much.
~
"Unlike most other pirates, for the record, I didn't make the idiotic mistake of allowing myself to be imprisoned by the clockworks." Alex fired this to Warwick, though Lizzy took the insult personally, breathing in sharply and biting her lip.

She's just a little flustered. The other voice in her mind assured, Alex is stressed, don't blame her for what she says.

This may be true, Lizzy replied in her own voice, but that remark hit just a little bit too close to home.

Lizzy nearly leaped right out of her boots when Trinity came crashing in, announcing to the entire Spiral that she had found the humans... as if she wasn't human. Lizzy shook her head, a confused expression on her face along with a hurt one, though she ignored her own emotions and stood up, greeted the pair of friends, then spoke, taking control of the situation as best as she could.

She took out the white windstone. "The windstone was almost completely whole, laying on a rock just outside." Without looking up, Lizzy pointed with her weak-looking left arm in the direction of where she had found the windstone. "I used the piece that Connor had given me from back in Skull Island and fit it into the other pieces, and now it has its full magical properties." She paused, letting her words sink in and allowing the others to ponder this for a moment. "It leads to Wintertusk, I'm sure of it. I don't know why, but Sean and Connor are going there, and we should follow them to make sure that they don't hurt any of the locals or wildlife there." Lizzy turned to Warwick and Alex. "We should leave as soon as possible," she turned back to Angel and Trinity, "and we could use all of the help that we could get. Would you help us, Trinity? Angel?"

Look at you, said the other voice, you're turning into a real leader.

I'm not a leader, Lizzy insisted, I'm just another part of the team, nothing more.

If you say so. You're nothing less, either, and don't let yourself forget that.

Lizzy's eyelids suddenly felt really heavy. It had been a long day. "We should rest up, first, before we go. Our next little adventure could be rather... exciting, to put it nicely." She glanced back up to Trinity and Angel after examining the windstone. "Will you join us?"

Just Add Bacon on Nov 7, 2013 wrote:

OOC to Emma: You seem to describe Angel and Trinity in such a way that they seem human (a little crazy, yes, but human all the same as far as appearance goes), and it's because of this that my characters think that Trinity is a little... eh... delusional, and that Angel is humoring her. They do seem to have a different kind of magic, but my characters (based off of how you describe your characters appearance) don't believe that Trinity or Angel is an alien. XD Trinity's going to have to do a little more than call Warwick, Alex, and Lizzy 'humans' to prove that she's not, at least in Lizzy's mind. By the way, superb job in describing Alex's emotions. That was so real, I could feel all of her emotions as well and I felt absolutely awful for Alex, a desired effect when a character is going through some inner conflict. Excellent job, Emma!
~
Lizzy flinched from Warwick's sudden outburst. She wished she could calm him down in some way, but before she could, Trinity came in. Lizzy then made her request for help from the two of them, curious by Alex's silence but deciding not to divulge in it.

She stared at the bag of coins on the table, lost in the wild sea of her own thoughts. Lizzy gently declined Warwick's offer of pay for the night, and instead trudged to the door, the white windstone still in her hand. She turned around and politely nodded to the three girls still standing there. "Goodnight, guys. Sleep well." Lizzy walked out the door and into the crisp night air.

Night had fallen, and Grizzleheim was every bit as beautiful as it had been in broad daylight. The clouds above dragged by lazily, throwing the world into shadow and light whenever it passed by the moon, completely oblivious to the problems that the creatures below had to deal with. The river nearby seemed to cast a wonderful blue glow, illuminating the things inside and lighting the path for those walking by. Lizzy walked at the edge of the riverbank, carefully picking up and placing her feet on the damp black stones so as not to lose her footing. Fish swam by, every bit as oblivious as the clouds above, and Lizzy gazed at it all, her thoughts leaving her mind as if they were washing away down the stream.

Lizzy leaped onto a nearby tree and quickly scrambled up it with practiced movements, quickly coming to rest on one of the highest branches, one that could support her weight but none others, something that she had taken care to do in case a stray wolf or grendle witchdoctor decided that she looked like a tasty morsel... she shivered at the thought.

She rested her hands under her head and crossed her legs after she had laid down, and Lizzy stared at the moon, unable to sleep. So many things kept her up it seemed like she wouldn't be able to sleep at all for the night -- thinking about her friends, the newcomers, Connor, Sean, the wolf... spiders... and the fear of nightmares. Lizzy knew she couldn't go to sleep without experiencing a nightmare, thus she laid awake the entire night.

Just Add Bacon on Nov 7, 2013 wrote:

OOC to Emma: You seem to describe Angel and Trinity in such a way that they seem human (a little crazy, yes, but human all the same as far as appearance goes), and it's because of this that my characters think that Trinity is a little... eh... delusional, and that Angel is humoring her. They do seem to have a different kind of magic, but my characters (based off of how you describe your characters appearance) don't believe that Trinity or Angel is an alien. XD Trinity's going to have to do a little more than call Warwick, Alex, and Lizzy 'humans' to prove that she's not, at least in Lizzy's mind. By the way, superb job in describing Alex's emotions. That was so real, I could feel all of her emotions as well and I felt absolutely awful for Alex, a desired effect when a character is going through some inner conflict. Excellent job, Emma!
~
Lizzy flinched from Warwick's sudden outburst. She wished she could calm him down in some way, but before she could, Trinity came in. Lizzy then made her request for help from the two of them, curious by Alex's silence but deciding not to divulge in it.

She stared at the bag of coins on the table, lost in the wild sea of her own thoughts. Lizzy gently declined Warwick's offer of pay for the night, and instead trudged to the door, the white windstone still in her hand. She turned around and politely nodded to the three girls still standing there. "Goodnight, guys. Sleep well." Lizzy walked out the door and into the crisp night air.

Night had fallen, and Grizzleheim was every bit as beautiful as it had been in broad daylight. The clouds above dragged by lazily, throwing the world into shadow and light whenever it passed by the moon, completely oblivious to the problems that the creatures below had to deal with. The river nearby seemed to cast a wonderful blue glow, illuminating the things inside and lighting the path for those walking by. Lizzy walked at the edge of the riverbank, carefully picking up and placing her feet on the damp black stones so as not to lose her footing. Fish swam by, every bit as oblivious as the clouds above, and Lizzy gazed at it all, her thoughts leaving her mind as if they were washing away down the stream.

Lizzy leaped onto a nearby tree and quickly scrambled up it with practiced movements, quickly coming to rest on one of the highest branches, one that could support her weight but none others, something that she had taken care to do in case a stray wolf or grendle witchdoctor decided that she looked like a tasty morsel... she shivered at the thought.

She rested her hands under her head and crossed her legs after she had laid down, and Lizzy stared at the moon, unable to sleep. So many things kept her up it seemed like she wouldn't be able to sleep at all for the night -- thinking about her friends, the newcomers, Connor, Sean, the wolf... spiders... and the fear of nightmares. Lizzy knew she couldn't go to sleep without experiencing a nightmare, thus she laid awake the entire night.

DS Devereaux on Nov 11, 2013 wrote:

(Sorry if my posts are short -- I've been working on my novel, lately, and my creative energy has been poured into it for the past few weeks.)

Warwick felt a sharp blow to the backs of his knees, and he fell to them, gasping for breath. He heard the raggedy panting of the wolf, now, as the sound created a moment of fear and foreboding in Warwick. He braced his shoulders, shrugging them to protect his head, as he heard the sound of metal.

"And you," the wolf sneered, "Warrior of the littering general, to his knees." Warwick cringed and felt for his weapons, only to realize that the wolf had nabbed them. Clasping his hands, he pulled retractable scales from inside the wrist-guards, locking them in place. His boots were steel-toed and probably held the greatest measure of hope for him.

"What do you want, wolf?" Warwick growled, arching his back. He had used the same trick in front of cat burglars, and they had responded in a way allowing an exit. The roar of the waterfall seemed louder, but the chill of the morning was dull, and the cackling of the birds became muted.

"Revenge, thief. I can smell the negligence towards your position." Warwick straightened his back before realizing what the wolf actually meant. He was on his knees in a foreign land, fighting for himself and betraying nearly every law presented to him. He wasn't a captain at all. Deep down in the many layers of his values, the ones protesting Marleybonian law and ethic had long since faded away, like a ghost haunting Warwick as he stole and fought for himself. He didn't turn, though, as he saw familiar tendrils of poisonous flowers wrap around him, the flowers themselves soon withering and blowing into the wind. A curse, Warwick realized as his vision quickly went dark.

DS Devereaux on Nov 17, 2013 wrote:

Emma? Elizabeth? Are either of you still here?

DS Devereaux on Nov 19, 2013 wrote:

Thank goodness!

~
Warwick grasped the neck of the flask, his hands shaking. He downed the entire contents - somewhat minty in aftertaste with a hint of something unfamiliar - in a single gulp, shuddering and sliding down the wall so he was sitting. He took a few seconds to recuperate, hands clasped around the flask. He looked up.

"I am grateful," he coughed, standing slowly. He tried not to use Alex as a balance, feeling the loathing towards him somehow half-radiating through her stare. He scratched his head, feeling the dizziness quickly return. Something in him felt that he wouldn't be recovered for a little while. At this point, Northguard had woken up, villagers carting their wares back and forth, some calling them out premature to arrival. Warwick glanced in a puddle of collected water, rubbing dirt from his face and fixing his hair.

"I guess we should go back inside," Warwick said, "At least while trouble's afoot."

Highlander Fox of ... on Nov 24, 2013 wrote:

You've done the right thing, Alex, a new voice to the alchemist resonated. You're far too benevolent to allow another human being to die. Never listen to those two, they'll only ever corrupt you and your soul.

Alex nodded to the entity she could not see, residing in her compass of judgement, and stood. "It's advisable, if you ask me." The brunette shifted her position and headed inside, checking for certain that Warwick was following her. "I must warn however, silver-grass is a component that is difficult to manipulate. It will induce a particular lightheaded sensation, possible headaches, and you will probably feel sick to your stomach for a short period of time. Tea, chamoomile, Moolong, or a Wintertuskian coffee should relieve the latter two inflictions and should numb most pain. Take care in what you eat for the next two hours. Sorry to order you around, but it's what I can do."

The alchemist seated herself. The brunette was silent and a bit tense- was Warwick angry with her? He may have stated his gratitude, but it did not radiate. Maybe it was the lightheaded sense. Yes, that was it.