Lye never really had sea legs. The ship itself was rocking beyond what she wanted. She felt sort of sick, she wondered why they even had to go on boat. She heard some conversation about how the gods wouldn't heal someone. "What hypocritical gods," Lye said. But she really didn't have anything to say. She felt queasy and this just wasn't her day. She felt like she was going to lose her stomach after this. Heiser and Lorel were happily walking around the ship. Though Lye didn't feel so happy.
"The gods will do whatever they damn well please, whether you want them to or not." "And that's precisely my beef with them." "Oh, Atrius, I'm sure you'll be just fine without the gods," "Huh, I guess." Atrius said, somewhat confused at her response. He was expecting a minor scolding about blasphemy and not pissing off the gods. Oh, well. Well, you could make sure all of the supplies are loaded and everyone's on board. Uh oh, his "avoid chores" alarm rung and he slided to the back of the ship, to the big cabin he had called 'dibs' on. He entered the supposedly captain's cabin, only to find a completely desolated room with nothing more in it than a scrawny, red sheeted bed and a pitiful desk. So this is what you got for thirty thousand gold pieces? Being cheap wasn't worth it. He reached for his pipe, wondering how that opium dealer was doing, and proceded to light it. A puff and a half later, Atrius had once again learned of opium's likeness to sleep spells. He hoped no one would come in, interrupting his flotation in a sea of complacency to ask him to do a boring chore.
The others seemed to be chatting amongst themselves and Deathblade found the opportunity to slip back in and check on Incendia. She was peacefully sleeping on her side. He sighed and decided to get her a blanket in case she got cold. He took a look in the wardrobe finding one in there. He got it and placed it over her. He turned around placing his sword next to the wall and taking a seat in the chair.
Incendia had been sleeping peacefully when she felt a difference. She felt something warm covering her, and there was another, comforting, presence in the room. Still half asleep she opened up one of her eyes the smallest amount and saw a familiar, dark figure sitting in a chair with a giant sword behind her"Deathblade..." She muttered before slipping into a new, more comforting slumber. "Thank you..."
When everyone left, Luke made his way down the hallway. His crew couldn't just lay about and sleep; they all needed to pitch in if they were going to get the ship sailing. When he reached Incendia's room, he tapped on the door once and opened it, peeking in to find both Deathblade and Incendia. "Do you expect me to sail a ship alone? I need everyone to pitch in. Help me out, Deathblade." He didn't necessarily expect Incendia to help out. She had, after all, been wounded in the fight, and she had yet to be healed, but he did need Deathblade. Leaving the room, Luke walked down the hallway, calling out for everyone to head to the main deck. Of course, he had no idea how to sail a ship. Perhaps someone could instruct him.
"Do you expect me to sail a ship alone? I need everyone to pitch in. Help me out, Deathblade." He glared at Lucas, "I said to keep it down," he practically growled out the words, "I'm staying here to watch over Incendia, so if she does wake up, she won't kill herself if she falls over again. Now Leave!" He nearly slammed the door in his face, but remembering Incendia he grabbed it quickly, shutting it without a sound.
Lye was now walking around, maybe she'd feel better, but the truth was she wasn't feeling any better. But Lye was always to herself so she wasn't going to say anything to anyone else. She knew what she needed only wondered if the ship had any of it on board. Of course she was the one who packed some of the items, so it was certain they had. Or maybe it withered. Lye decided to check. She began walking down the stairs, she hoped she was going the tight way. She felt that she couldn't resist the urge any longer, but she continued holding it back. Finally no longer to withstand the urge of throwing up, she just let go on some random piece of cloth.[OCC:Atrius] When Lye realized that this was no cloth, but a person. Her faced flushed with extreme embarrassment, she was frozen locked in desperateness. "Um...I'm sorry," Lye said, "Let me clean that up." It had been a long time since she, she of all people fumbled with her words. Or felt this silly and ridiculous for doing something like that.
Atrius was just about to drift off when someone, most likely in mistake, entered the room, and threw up on him. Seconds passed before the absent-minded Atrius caught on to what happened, looking at everything with a sleepy expression and glassy, blood-shot eyes. "Um...I'm sorry," Lye said, "Let me clean that up." "Ahg, no need." Atrius said, in a calm but somewhat disgusted tone. He reached for his dagger and tore off his clothes, not wanting to touch them or to get the smell on himself. He picked the shirt and vest up from the floor and made his way to the upper deck, where he threw the clothes on the water. At least his new hat had been spared. Not wanting to stay shirtless through the time he was going to spend on the ship, he stepped off the ship, and found on the floor the pirate Deathblade had killed. Those pirates hadn't even took their friend's body. Well, this way it worked out for him. He took the dead man's shirt, which was too big for his body, but better than nothing, and went back into the ship. He remembered Lucas yelling about meeting them in the main deck, so he decided to stay up there, counting the numbler of colors in each individual cloud. He realized that might be a side-effect of the opium, but he didn't care. One, two, three...
"Mmm..." It had been a while since Incendia had laid down and she was starting to wake up from her nap. Slowly she opened her eyes and once again saw a dark figure sitting across from her. Incendia raised herself up a little and gave a little yawn. "*Little Yawn* Hello, Deathblade. Have we set off yet?" Incendia asked before she noticed that someone had laid a blanket over her in her sleep. Lifting the blanket a little bit she asked, "Did you do this for me?"
Deathblade looked to the floor, thoughts flooded him about times in the dark knights. The glorious battles, the carnage, the demonic destruction, and then there were his bad moments, training, torture, floggings. His thoughts were disturbed with a murmur and yawn. He looked up to see Incendia waking up and sitting up in her bed. "*Little Yawn* Hello, Deathblade. Have we set off yet?" "Yes, Lucas is getting some work done, Atrius slipped off somewhere, and Agnorth is helping Lucas out with Annaleigh." He got up and walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. She stared at her blanket before looking back up, "Did you do this for me?" "yes, you looked a bit cold," he gave a slight smile, "how do you feel?"
"yes, you looked a bit cold," he gave a slight smile, "how do you feel?" Incendia returned Deathblade's smile with a small smile of her own. She reached back to grab the back of her head before saying, "Yeah, the nap definitely helped out... And thank you for the blanket." She paused, looking at Deathblade for a moment before asking, "I wonder if Lucas needs any help getting this ship going. I used to do a lot of sailing with my brother. Did you know that?"
"Yeah, the nap definitely helped out... And thank you for the blanket." "your welcome, as long as your feeling better." "I wonder if Lucas needs any help getting this ship going. I used to do a lot of sailing with my brother. Did you know that?" "Oh Lucas," he remembered nearly slamming the door in his face, "I'm sure he's fine, and no I didn't know that." He paused, "I don't think we've really had much of a decent conversation to tell you the truth."
Lye began walking out of the room. She felt ashamed for doing something like that. But right now she needed someone. So she walked around and found the door to the room she saw Death go in. "Um Death..." Lye said and realized there was a conversation going on, "Oh sorry."
"Um Death..." Lye said and realized there was a conversation going on, "Oh sorry." Deathblade looked up to see Lye standing at the door, "not a problem at all," he looked to Incendia then back to Lye, "you can come in if you want."
Lye walked in and she stared at them. A bit awkward now, she was a bit afraid to tell Death what she had done. But she needed a spare change of clothing as well. Not only that, but she probably needed something to clean herself up. She only gave a quick look to Incendia and she looked at Death. "I need a spare change of clothing," Lye said, "I threw up due to sickness of the sea." Her speech was very formal and odd, but she didn't mind. She didn't want him to get ideas that she and him were friends. Like he was spewing about at the camp.
"I need a spare change of clothing," Lye said, "I threw up due to sickness of the sea." Her speech made her sound too formal for most conversations. He wondered to himself if she was still unsure about the conversation back at camp, he meant it, besides in this world today it was always good to someone to help watch each other's backs. Still on the bed, he pointed to the wardrobe, "there are a few different styles of clothing, just leave the dress and night gown," crinkling his brow he thought over his next words, "you don't have to talk so formally to me, I'm not a lord, master, or superior officer, I'm just another guy that you know as more than of an acquaintance, but less than of an intimate partner." What he meant is that they were friends, but most likely she didn't want anything to hear of that. Her dogs came in and one of them found their way to him. He smiled stroking the head of the friendly compatriant.
Lye stared at Heiser and Lorel. "You two should act more like wolves," Lye paused, "That is why I brought you here." Lye stared at Death. "Thank you, I'll go look through it...hopefully I can find another nice dress," Lye said. Lye walked over to the wardrobe. She found herself to uneasy for words. Just cause she didn't like people seeing her at her when she was vulnerable like this. She just needed to get out of here and freshen up as quickly as she could.
"You two should act more like wolves," Lye paused, "That is why I brought you here." "Not all creatures are heartless Lye, these particular ones I enjoy," he continued petting one of them, he didn't know the names of them, however. "Thank you, I'll go look through it...hopefully I can find another nice dress," "Your welcome, I'm sure you'll find one that suits your needs."
"you can come in if you want." "Yeah" "I threw up due to sickness of the sea." "That's horrible!" "there are a few different styles of clothing, just leave the dress and night gown," "you don't have to talk so formally to me, I'm not a lord, master, or superior officer, I'm just another guy that you know as more than of an acquaintance, but less than of an intimate partner." "Thank you, I'll go look through it...hopefully I can find another nice dress," "You are welcome to take what you need, and Deathblade is right. You don't need to be quite so formal, I may be from a noble family but it doesn't really matter out here." Incendia got the feeling that Lye had been ignoring her. It bothered Incendia, but she decided not to say anything about it.
Deathblade looked back at Incendia, her eyes were telling a tale. Something was bothering her, then he thought that maybe it had to do with Lye. "Something wrong?"
Lye stared at Incendia. "I do apologize, hello," Lye said. She wasn't use to this whole socializing thing. Especially with so many people. "You may come from a noble family, but that has nothing to do with the pride of the elven people," Lye said. Lye looked down, how could she talk about elven pride when here she was? Her dress likely flecked by her own throw up and she was asking to borrow clothes. "If I go to the wardrobe does that mean I'm taking one your guy's clothing pieces," Lye said.
"If I go to the wardrobe does that mean I'm taking one your guy's clothing pieces," Lye said. He looked back up to Lye, "no not at all, we found them in here."
"Something wrong?" "Oh, um, nothing... I must still be a little tired I guess" "I do apologize, hello," "You may come from a noble family, but that has nothing to do with the pride of the elven people," "Oh, that's okay. Of course not, it's one thing o be able to take pride in your family, it's an entirely different thing to take be able to take pride in your entire race. "If I go to the wardrobe does that mean I'm taking one your guy's clothing pieces," "Of course not. Deathblade's right, you're free to take whatever you need."
"Oh, um, nothing... I must still be a little tired I guess" Deathblade knew that she was lying, the way she said it gave it away. Better to change subject however, he noticed that he was starting to get hungry. He gave a slight smile. "you hungry at all?"
"Now that you mention it I am a bi..." Incendia's sentence was cut short by a loud grumble. Her face grew bright red as she realized that it was her own stomach that had made the stomach. "Something to eat would be good..."
