Postby Wolfsong » Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:40 pm
[quote="Oddood198"]OOC: I am going to laugh, so gut-busting hard, if Aliera is the only one who does that and is just shouting by herself.[quote]
OOC- Ye-ah, that might be a little embarressing...lol!!! Just so everyone knows, I'm loving working with you all on this!
Also, Oddood, Koneko, great going! I'm leaving Ship 2 in good hands, then. Thanks guys. By the way, Koneko, I'll allow Layla to be able to heal despite the collor, since its not an offensive thing, but only cuts and bruises, please.
One more note! The voting for leadership is entirely open-ended, so don't feel like you have to vote for my characters, okay?! Just making sure now!
-Barret Soback and Aldis Heiss-
Barret sat bolt-upright when Ambrosia suggested him. He was even more surprised when Lorelei agreed. "Guys, I....no! This is Aldis's idea, let him do it!"
Aldis chuckled, enjoying Barret's obvious embarressment. "Hey, I gave the choice to them. If they choose you, its you, you're stuck. So far, two have voted." He grinned sidelong at him. "Sorry."
Barret stared at him a long moment, then sat down, putting his head between his knees, and could be heard muttering something about "poor me, why me..."
Aldis let his smile go, as he tried to think seriously about the problem. Choosing a leader is a very important thing, and if you chose wrong, there would be problems. Ambrosia and Lorelei had decided Barret, or himself if he'd heard Lorelei correctly, would be a good leader. He agreed, that once Barret came around he'd do fine. However, he wasn't entirely sure yet.
"I'll need a little more time to think," he decided. "I want to be sure about this."
-Aliera Fae-
Several people joined the cheers, though some seemed reluctant. Aliera understood- they weren't fighters. All their life, they had sought a peaceful way of living. Fighting just wasn't in their blood....for the most part.
The meeting broke up a little later, after Boatmaster Regal had called out a group, who were to begin the building of a ship immediately. Once things had calmed down, he went off with a group of others, to discuss various things concerning a rescue. He had asked Miles to come with them, but Aliera wasn't sure if he'd gone or not. She looked around, trying to see who was left. She noticed Dakota in a corner. Something about that...guy? girl? made her shiver, but she didn't know quite what. It didn't have anything to do with...him being able to weild ice! She caught his eye, and quickly looked away. She spotted Mara, and hurried over.
"I saw your hand," she said. "I really hope he lets us go, you know? I really don't want to be left behind, when I could be helping save our people!" she grinned excitedly. "Maybe we could go as stowaways, if he says no? I could easily cover us-it'd be no trouble!"
-Kytala Ginero-
"Oh look, sleeping beauty finally woke up."
Kytala's head jerked up at the sound of a sarcastic tone. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at the woman leaning against the wall. "Its Kytala. Who the heck are you?"
The woman tossed her head. "I needn't introduce myself to a brat." she looked away. Kytala's fists clenched, and she looked like she was about to just leap forward and punch her.
"Primavera," Harden whispered. "Relax, ignore her. She and Oben have been total jerks ever since they woke up here. Just move on."
Kytala nodded, but her fist didn't unclench. "Fine, so long as she stays out of my way." She blinked, then asked, "Who's Oben?"
"That guy over there." he pointed to the man in the corner. He was staring at the wall, with an expression plainly saying 'stay away or else'. Harden continued. "He and Prima are birds of a feather. heck...they'd probably belong better up there with...them."
Kytala glanced at him, surprised, then shrugged. "Great. So instead of help they're more likely to be a hinderence, right?" at his nod, she muttered something nasty. "just great." She walked toward the wall, then tripped over something.
"Ouch!" it said. She glanced over her shoulder, then sat up again, rubbing her hip. "That hurt!"
She saw a young boy, younger than 13 certainly, rubbing his ankle, which was what she had fallen over. She crawled over, saying, "Sorry. Didn't see you. You alright?"
He nodded, blinking back tears. When she came closer, he scooted away slightly, as though trying to shrink into the wood. Taking the hint, she stopped. "What's your name?"
"A-andrew," he murmured, sinking further back. "A-a-andrew...b-b-b-raveheart."
She couldn't help but smile. "Andrew Braveheart?" she repeated. "Nice name!" he looked about ready to cry. She stood up. "I'm Kytala. Kytala Ginero. Have...is my brother, Marshall, here?"
He shook his head. "D-d-d-don't know."
She nodded slowly. "Alright, thanks." She turned, to find another person before her. He was a tall man, with a kind face. There was an aura of strength around him, though.
"You are Kytala?" he asked. She nodded, arms akimbo. "And if I am?"
"I was merely curious," he answered quietly. "You slept a long time. We were worried you wouldn't pull through." He extended his hand. "I'm Syril. Nice to meet you."
Quietly, she took his hand. "Is there anyone named Marshall here?" she asked him. He shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. I have spoken with everyone here, and there is no Marshall. I'm sorry."
She blinked, finding her eyes full of tears. "he's...He's probably dead," she whimpered, suddenly very weak. She slumped suddenly, and Syril caught her. "I'll...I'll never see him again...ever..."
Harden and Syril shared an uncomfortable glance over her head, as she began sobbing.