it would be a girl also i was thinking 5-10 in age if im allowed. Also let me know whos going to find me so i i can talk to them so that my first rp is not to far off from where they already are.

I can find her if that's alright. I'm not sure what to do at the moment anyways. :)

fine with me as long as its fine with and as long as hes ok with the age.

OoC//

Good deal! I shall be expediting the next 2 days in a few posts! Give everyone some time to read my book of a post, and to notice that I am indeed posting normally again

OOC: (( Just in case you're wondering, Rousjester didn't mean halfling as in the alternative name for a hobbit, he means half-breed (half-demon in this case), just to clear things up if you were confused :)))

IC: "Is this some kind of joke?" Matthew said, glaring at his demon patron. "I assure you, I'm being very serious." Beelze said, his eyes narrowed at his champion. Matthew's shoulders tensed and his hand drifted to the hilt of his father's sabre. "How is this possible?" Matthew asked not long after. "He has personally requested your presence to me. It seems he already knows about our partnership." After a few moments of silence Matthew finally said "Take me to him."

With that, Beelze turned around, and with a flick of his wrist, reality seemed to tear, a rift standing before both of them opening until is was about seven-feet tall. None of the other crew members seemed to notice the portal on the top deck, but Matthew didn't question it. Beelze stepped in first, and once he was halfway through, he beckoned for the young gunnery sergeant to follow, then he disappeared into the rift. Matthew followed after him, stepping into the portal, and then plunging into darkness.

He felt like he was falling, but he couldn't see himself falling. Soon, it felt like he was changing directions, as if he was still falling but... sideways, and then back down again. He fell for what seemed like hours, but actually was only just a few seconds, before he could see something. He looked down to find the ground rushing towards him. "Shit!" Matthew shouted just before he hit the ground.

Surprisingly, as he hit the ground, it seemed to shatter like glass, and soon he was spit out in a sideways position, stumbling to right himself. He looked to find someone's feet in front of him, still staring down from regaining his balance. "Beelze, what the hell-" As his eyes drifted upwards, he started to find that the man in front of him wasn't the Demon Prince. He was slightly larger, and a bit more muscular as well. He looked at the man's scruffy face and his eyes widened.

"What took you so long lad?" Matthew's father said.

"Blackfire's around somewhere," Nikki answered. Lying about that seemed silly, even if Rous hadn't told her not to. She didn't mention that the man had already seen the other woman, though. "Wait, sense souls? Sweeeet~ Hey, if you could tell we were around, why didn't you tell us to go back earlier?" Nikki folded her arms. "Seems like you actually /wanted/ the company to me." She moved closer to the flame, eyes dancing as they reflected the light. "It's all dark colors," she observed, tilting her head. "Why's that?" Then something the captain had said earlier registered, and she jerked around to face him again. "Waitwaitwait -- officer? I'm an officer?" Her tail swished in excitement. Nikki was a master of focusing on the wrong thing.

Avery nodded, that sounded like a fair enough answer. "Okay, well we can always use another hand." she replied, not really bothering to be polite. Skills were well enough, but sealegs and skills were helpful and Garret hadn't really mentioned anything about sailing work. "As long as you can handle a ship I'm not too worried about ya." she added. She finished packing and grimaced, "Would you by any chance know how where my ship is?" she asked Garrett. If she focused she could feel the water's call but even that small skill would distract her from quick-fingered pickpockets that might feel that she'd be an easy target.

[I]"I wasn't looking for you then. Only when I searched I found your souls. And it is Maroon because it feels like it. It doesn't need air to burn... [/I]" He looked over his shoulder at her. [I]"It DID bring life to this world, it is the Father Flame, after all."[/I] He went back to working, setting gloves down on the ground. He picked up a pair ofsmaller, ffeminine gloves and tossed them to her. [I]"Before you go back down he mountain, take these. These are your pyromancy gloves. I'll teach you how to use them when we set sail tomorrow. Take some more with you, hand them out to as many people as you can. I'll bring the rest. There's a glider up the stairs. Should take you a few hours to get down the mountain."[/I]

(( What would ordinary folk know about the Father Flame? Mythology wise, I mean.))

OoC// Some would only know that it had been around since the dawn of time, and that it is the source of pyromancy knowledge. Some pyromancers who had done their research would know a little more. Why doesn't Nikki ask what that means? :3

"My, my," Blackfire said from the doorway, strolling into the large room. "The Father Flame, back to life. I never would've thought I'd ever see it go out... Good job, Rous." She smiled over at them, brushing a few black feathers out of her hair. "I miss home so bad, but by the looks of the city it got demolished and rebuilt sometime ago. There was always construction going on, it seemed like... Walls, houses, the palace..." She shrugged and strolled over to them. It really was nice to be back. And it was somewhat bittersweet to have two "friends" standing with her beside the Father Flame.

She scuffed her foot against the ground, shoving away some dirt. "I can't believe you didn't want us to come, Rous. That's rude, not inviting me back to my own home. Well... one of them, anyway. Spent a looong time here..."

((Good news, friends! I got internet!))

[I]"I thought I recognized you when you signed on. But I wasn't sure. And you know how it is. Can't be having random people in here. [/I]" He chuckled at the 'going out' comment. [I]"You weren't here when it all went down, the group and I gaining the Father Flame. Otherwise you'd be the same as me. But the Flame never truly goes out, seeing how it lives in me, and the others. Hence why I am still alive, 400 years later. And also, what you are explains why you are, too."[/I] He turned to her, a concerned look on his face. [I]"Why did you split with us before we got here? You said, before you even started helping us that you weren't gonna stick around long. Why was that?"[/I]

"It still went out in the brazier," Blackfire countered. Then she noted the look on his face and blinked, a little surprised. "Listen, I... uh, I was... I mean..." She looked down at her feet, unsure what to say for once. "Listen, you two... It's just... not a good idea for me to stay with you much longer. I tend to put people in danger when I'm around too long, so... I just... don't wanna see anyone else die." She cleared her throat softly. "Those drakes were fun, but nothing compared to... er... See you back at the ship I gotta go do stuff around town bye!" Turning on her heel, she hurried toward the door.

It wasn't at all usual for her to stutter and stall when talking; however, it was even more unusual for someone to look even the faintest bit concerned for her. So while it was a lonely life, she at least didn't have to watch those things kill any more of her friends. Because she didn't have any.

(( she was going to, but I needed to know what she knows first. ^.^;; ))

Nikki blinked. "Father Flame?" She eyed it skeptically. "Aside from the funny color, it sure doesn't look like much." She caught the gloves, and grimaced. "Can I cut off the fingers? I like my claws, and I prefer being able to feel what I'm touching," she complained. When Blackfire entered the room, the nekomimi turned to face her, eyes widening as the demon woman spoke. "You've seen it before? This was your /home/?! Lives in you? 400 years?" Her voice rose to an incredulous squeak. "Does everyone on the crew besides me have cool powers?! So not fair~"

[I]"No, you can't. They won't work anymore. As for the Father Flame, it's time for a story. [/I]" He folded the gloves, and set them aside. He eyed the Flame with wonder.

[I]"At the dawn of time, the world was dark, cold, lifeless. The Father Flame then scorched the dirt, and from the ashes sprouted life, the sparks ignited the sun, the steam and smoke made clouds, which carried rain, making the oceans. The Father Flame then stuck around, to ensure that evil did not harm this world.

Soon, men found the flame, and learned from it Pyromancy. Bringing forth this kingdom."[/I] He held his hands out, indicating the castle and ruins around them.

[I]"I'd tell you more, but I don't have the time. There's 400 years of history in my life. And even more for Pyromancy. As for everyone, no. Only me, and a handful of others have the Father Flame within us. Every other pyromancers just knows the art, can touch it. I have it in me truly. As long as me and my accomplices are alive, the Flame lives, and as long as the Flame lives, we live. But, the Flame grows weaker every time we die. It would eventually go out, and with it our life. Until one by one we are all dead, and the Flame burns out."[/I]

“All is totally alright with me” Jack smiled, “It is late, I’m not sure if we would be able to start now just with it being dark and Rous has warned me not to widdle up his ship. I’d rather not find out what the wrath of the captain is for using a post as target practice” Jack grinned. “We should be able to get up early and go find you a sturdy knife that fits well in your hand, one that you can have on you at almost all times if you wish. But like I did say, the throwing skills would transfer just as well to kitchen knives if the need would surface.” Jack sat on the post still, her legs crossed still looking up at Tressa.

(( So this world is not a very old one, since men found the flame soon after it was made, and that was 400 years ago?))

i pmed you so we can talk about where you want to find my girl.

Tressa considered this. "Yes...if we could go into town tomorrow to get me a good knife, I think that would be prudent...and of course it'd be perfect if you could help me find something that's a good fit for me. I don't know, I suppose it'd be similar to finding a good kitchen knife? I know how a knife should feel in my hand, anyway, but...maybe it's different for fighting?" She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Well, either way, we probably should retire for the night...would we get a target or something to avoid, as you say, whittling up the ship?"

"Thank you madame." Garret said with a smile. He pointed towards the docks and at a very large ship that rose above the rest. "Master Matthew seemed to head that way, towards the giant ship I can only assume belongs to your captain." The former beggar and scoundrel was about to exit the door, before he stopped himself and returned to the woman at the table. "When should I come to the ship before it ships off?" He asked, nearly forgetting that important detail.

Matthew's eyes widened, bewildered to see his dead father there, standing in front of him, while Beelze lurked around in the shadows, supervising the conversation. "You look like you've seen a ghost son." Jack said with a smile, "Other than me of course." Matthew inspected his father. He looked no older than when he left for sea over nine years ago. His scruffy stubble peppering his face, his nearly greasy yet neat brown hair decorating his head, poking out from under his old tricorn hat. He wore his red and silver captain's coat over a yellowed lace-up shirt. Four flintlock pistols were holstered on his chest, along with an empty sword scabbard on his leather belt. 

"How... why are you here? Why did you ask for me to come here?" Matthew said, questions rushing through his mind. "Easy there, lad. I heard that you and Beelze here struck a deal. I just wanted to tell you everything that happened, so Beelze allowed for me to talk to you for a few minutes." Matthew frowned, "Rous already told me how you died. He killed you in battle aboard your ship, you both being on different sides of a war." Jack stood in silence as Matthew talked, scratching his stubble on his face. "That... sounds about right. But I have another thing to tell you, son." Matthew's eyebrow raised, wanting to hear as much as he could from his dead father. "And that is?" Jack thought about the words he was about to say. "You have the blood of captains in your veins, son. Try commandeering another ship on your travels. I'm sure Rous wouldn't mind. He seems like a respectful individual. And don't let these," Jack lightly shook the horns poking out of Matthew's dark brown hair, "bring you down. Wear them with pride." Jack nodded to Beelze, acknowledging the demon prince of said emotion.

"Time's nearly up." Said the demon prince, arms folded. Matthew's eyes rushed back to his father, "I have so many questions though, why can't we stay much longer?" Jack scratched the back of his neck, and with a sigh he said, "And I've got so many answers, but this pocket of the Crimson Kingdoms is about to become unstable, according to Beelze here." Beelze opened another portal in the darkness as the room began to shake. "I need answers though!" Matthew shouted, Beelze trying to nudge the young gunnery sergeant towards the portal as the room began to shake more violently, "And I'll give those answers at a later time." Matthew's father said, putting his hands on his son's shoulders. "I promise." And with that, Jack shoved Matthew into the portal, the darkness instantly consuming him and Beelze.