Tressa took the hand, introducing herself as she gave Jack a brief shake. "Tressa," she said. The captain called out his orders and she paused before adding, "I'll be orchestrating our meals, it seems." She did take after Jack, trailing the woman as she sought out work. "I'm really excited to be here, I've never sailed before." Tressa wrung the hem of her dress in her joy, face lit up and expressing her excitement far better than her words.

Blackfire sighed to herself and stepped into her new room, plopping on the bed. For now, it seemed she was on her own, no one to bother. Or be bothered by. With a quick glance at the door, she waved her hand and summoned what few possessions she still had. She arranged her little knives, tucked her clothes into some drawers, then put her own sheets onto the bed and sat back on it. "Wonder how long it'll take," she yawned to herself, laying back.

Matthew's eyes glanced over to Avery and then back to the captain. "I'm... I'm fine..." he told himself more than the ship's doctor. When the captain dismissed the crew Matthew set off to do some kind of work with the other sailors. Whether it was cannon maintenance, unfurling sails, or some other job, anything was needed to keep his mind off of the green flames. Thankful as he began to work the headache began to fade away, allowing him to work even harder.

Once dismissed, Nikki moved out of the way once more, going to watch the sailors work where she wouldn't be a bother. Not that she ordinarily cared much if she bothered people, but she figured that it wasn't wise, on the first day of a job, to interfere with that same job. She glanced at Matthew every so often, and kept a wary eye on Shafen. If the latter came to close, she planned on moving away.

Avery snorted at Matthew's answer, he wasn't fine, but she knew better than to push the issue. Instead she busied herself with helping the ship and crew prepare to set sail. She preferred doing something rather than waiting for somebody to need her. If they needed her they could come find her. The wood felt good on her feet, smooth, polished, and a little warm. She enjoyed the work, although quietly she hoped the captain wouldn't notice the ship's doctor doing undoctorly things.

     

[I]"Full sails out! As soon as we meet up with the fleet, turn back this way, and prepare for flight!"[/i] Crewmembers echoed his orders as they executed them, making sure the prepare for flight was shouted loudly, so those below decks heard it. Men lashed all the cannons in their special carriages down, so they wouldn't swing wildly when the ship lifted its hull from the water

Several mages gathered in the 'Furnace' room, named for what the vessel that enabled the ship to fly looked like. There was a sort of static in the air as the mages prepared to cast the spell into the container.

Thunder rumbled overhead as the front of the squall came closer, the wind beginning to pick up more. The helmsman spun the wheel as they neareed the group, the other lighter ships already sailing towards the land, their hulls groaning as they lifted from the water, hastily climbing with ease. 'The Legacy' needed a bit more room because of its immense size and weight, but the wind and the group of mages below could pull it up in this distance. Rous grinned, it was going to be close!

As they turned, all the sails opened, the ship picking up speed quickly. The helmsman eyed Rous nervously "You sure we can make it, sir?" He asked. Rous turnd to him, a mischievous gleam in his eye. [I]"On the furnace!"[/i] He shouted, and the order was relayed via shouting to the mages.

The mages thrust their hands towards the furnace, and a blueish orb spun to life. A smell similar to that of lightning when it strikes near filled the ship. Each mage had the look of utmost concentration and exertion on their faces, some already sweating profusely, one uttered a chant over and over, a spell that replenished his strength, as to not burn himself out.

The ship shuddered as the magic began to flow into the furnace, with each wave, the wood lifted more and more. The shoreline was growinng nearer and nearer, people on the docks were pointing their direction, some beginning to scramble. [I] "More magic to the furnace."[/i] Rous said non-chalantly.

The mages pushed harder, the orb in the furnace now grew to envelope the furnace, a high pitched squeal emmiting from it. One mage collapsed to his knees, still pushing magic into the furnace with all his might. The bow lifted as they sped past the docks, people walking along hit the dirt, or dove into the water. There as a loud THUNK! as the bottom of the ship knocked the weathervain of the Randy boar clean off the roof. Rous laughed and patted the shoulder of the nervously sweating helmsman. They were airborne.

With the crew finishing up tying down sails, and doing damage checks to make sure nothing of importance rolled around, Rous looked around " Skeleton crew for now, minimum manning. You all worked hard loading the ship today, let's drink and eat!" Theree was choroused "HUZZAH!" from the crew, and a few nodded and begn to climb the rigging, knowing that they could sleep in in the morning for working the skeleton crew. It was time to get to know the new crewmembersnn

Blackfire shot out of her new room, straight to the captain, and grabbed his arm. "Captain," she said calmly despite her fairly tight grip. "I appreciate your love of danger. It's always been kinda fun. Er... it seems kinda fun. But that squall? It's not a squall. It's a hurricane. And I know you've probably dealt with them, but I'm just saying... you better be damn good at this because I do not want to get sucked into the eye." She stared intently at him for a moment, then let go and started back for her room instead of going to get something to eat. If no one knew any better, it was almost like she was afraid of the hurricane, but unwilling to show it. Which she was, but no one needed to know, because in her mind it just seemed silly. A demon afraid of a hurricane? Juvenile.

Matthew, already used to this kind of flight, held onto the railing on the port side of the deck and held steadfast as the ship narrowly missed the inn they were at only a few nights before. Despite having done this kind of sailing before, Matthew let out a sigh after they were much higher in the air and let go of the railing. He began climbing the rigging to tie down the sails. After all of the sails were tied down Matthew quickly headed down the rigging and back onto the deck. He let out a loud "Huzzah!" With the rest of his crew members. After that, Matthew quickly headed towards the mess hall of the ship, being one of the first to arrive.

Avery jumped out of the way as orders were given, she didn't care to be run over by any of the crew. The wind and approaching weather conditions made her nervous. The storm felt enormous, she could feel the water being thrashed about by the winds if she listened hard enough to her gift. Rather than witness the oncoming storm she dodged crew members until she was safely below deck and working towards her office. A thud of the boat hitting something made her flinch, she hoped that nothing was too badly damaged. At the call of skeleton crew she relaxed, they were clear of most dangers for now.

The thrill of the bustle of the ship was enough to keep Fer busy for the most part in the beginning. Pulling ropes where needed, giving a hand when it seemed open. He did glance over as he heard the thunder rumble, the wind was blowing his hair about. Fer could feel the shake from the magic through his boots, it brought a smile of excitement to his face. He couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like taking off from the water. Wandering over to the side looking off the rail as they went over the town knocking off the weather vain. He glanced up towards the captain hearing his laughter, he kinda liked the boldness, and seemingly lack of outward fear in almost anything. He was going to like sailing under this captain. Like the others, he started to head down below with the offer of food and drink.

After the captain had dismissed everyone, Jack lingered for a moment leaning on the rail of the ship, looking off at the sky, the town, even towards the storm. It hadn’t bothered her much, even though a storm, plus airborne ship, should equal a bit of panic. The top deck started to clear out, she just stood there looking, the wind blowing the bit of free hair that still sprang out of the dreads.

((OOC: Ummm... you there Rous???))

OoC// I am indeed here!

Rous chuckled at Blackfire's alarm. [I]" No need to fear,  Miss blackfire. It's just a tiny storm. We are travelling along with the edge of it nice and easy like. I hope Miss Tressa fares well her first night of cooking. When she is done, have her meet us in my cabin. If you, the gunnery seargent, our surgeon, resident assassin, Mr. Fer, Miss Jack and the nekomimi would follow me please, I have something I need to talk to you all about. [/I]" He grabbed a couple bottles of rum from a crate, as he motioned to her to follow. He led her to his cabin.

[I]"Just give a knock when you have those mentioned gathered, it's very important to the....developement of your careers aboard this ship. Off you go!"[/I] He shooed her with one hand, the other arm cradling the rum bottles.
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Nikki's ears perked. The captain wanted her? For something important? Now that was certainly intriguing! She wondered what it was as she quickly made her way to Rous' side, her imagination coming up with what quickly became increasingly outrageous ideas. She was sensible enough to discard each after momentary consideration, but that didn't stop her from letting her thoughts run wild.

((sorry for my absence.))

Once the ship got moving, Tressa beat feet back to the kitchen. If she stayed up top, she might get pulled into setting sail and while it wasn't that she was trying to dodge hard work, she didn't know how to manage any rigging or set up sails or...hoist whatever was hoisted? Rather than embarrass herself, she scuttled back to where she was master. Cooking was a cinch.

Of course she'd never had to manage food for a whole ship before, but then if she just took into account how many people were on board - and she'd seen the whole crew just moments before when they were all on deck - and how many people she normally cooked for at the pub...

She set to measuring out quantities proportionate, she was certain, to the number of people needing to eat and setting dishes in motion. If nothing else, she'd prepare too much, but better too much than too little. At least, when the next stop wasn't far away and rationing wasn't incredibly vital. All the same, Tressa took care to make as close to exactly enough as she could, willing to err on the side of too much this time.

Matthew, being one of the first to arrive sat at a random table and waited for his food to come by. He tried to keep out of conversations unless he was directly included in one, where he would chat with his fellow crew members for a while before his mind would drift away. He watched as Tressa was counting a few heads before she set to work on the food. He attention then drifted to the other crew members. He never really paid any attention to them up until this point. They all ranged from different colors and sizes, he could tell who's profession was what, and where they were placed in the ship's little monarchy.

Blackfire sighed quietly. Hurricanes, thunder storms, whatever, they were all the same... at his request, as she liked to think, she settled herself against his door frame, and six little shadow mice appeared. "You heard the man," she mumbled. "Get them. And yes, use my voice." She waved her hand, and the little mice scurried off to their respective people. Once they arrived, each said, "The captain has requested we meet in front of his door right now. It involves our careers, as he put it. Get here." And then they faded back into whatever shadow they had popped out from. To spend the time waiting, Blackfire tugged something akin to sandpaper and started to file at her claws.

Avery stretched on her bunk, her stomach giving a slight gurgle reminding her that she was starting to be hungry. "Oh for pete's sake" she grumbled at her stomach. She slid out of the hammock, her barefeet touching the smooth wooden floor. A shadow zipped over to her of its' own accord causing the doctor to jump back into the hammock. Long practice of balancing on the unstable fabric was the only thing that kept her from tumbling out of it and onto the floor. Avery peered out over the side of the hammock at the thing. A voice she barely recognized asked her to report to the captain's chambers.

The woman sighed and waited until the shadow moved away before she got out of the hammock. She was not a fan of having new magical things pop up like that. She mumbled curses to herself as she checked the corners of her room. "What's next? Flesh eating shadows?" she grumbled as she finished her scan. She hoped not, shadows weren't supposed to move like that. They were intangible, how could it have had a voice? Still grumbling she exited her area and wandered the halls until she found the way to the captain's quarters. Standing at the door she wondered who all was supposed to be there.

Tressa busied herself with preparations, shrieking when a shadowy mouse interrupted her. She managed not to fling or drop the knife she was holding in alarm, raising instead her free hand to her chest as she breathed heavily to chase away the jolt of adrenaline. She wasn't much fond of mice, even ones that had messages for her. Or maybe especially?

Meet with the captain right away, eh? She couldn't leave right now. She was trying too cook here! But then, she didn't want to disappoint the captain right away either, and most her preparations were done...With a heavy sigh, Tressa finished slicing up the carrots she'd been working on before the mouse, slamming her knife into the cutting board as she worked with haste. Well, it wasn't like she had anything boiling. With a sweeping motion, she moved all her carrot slices into a pot and placed a plate atop it, just in case there might be rats. With that, she headed over to where she'd been directed.

((OOC: Merry Luminaire/Christmas all!))

Matthew stared at the delicious food in front of him. He was amazed. He never had food as good as this before, at least by the looks of it. His mouth practically drooled all over it as he admired every square centimeter of it, praising it as if it were a god. Right as he was going to dig into the food a small black mouse scurried up the table. Matthew's expression quickly turned grim as he quick drew one of his pistols practically right on top of the mouse, ready to blast it into tiny rodent bits if it did anything to his food. Upon closer inspection, Matthew noticed this was no ordinary black mouse, as he could actually see through it. It then relayed the first mate's orders and Matthew instantly regretted not blasting it right on the spot. His eyes narrowed as he got up from his seat and walked away from food-chan towards the exit, tears welling in the edge up on the edge of his eyes, like a bad sitcom.

     

OoC// You guys bear with me on the boring stuff for just a bit longer! After this little session of getting to know your characters, there will be a time skip to the dawn of the third day, where they will be approaching the mountains. Something will happen then!

The runes on the door began to glow, a line of fire tracing through them speedily, as the mechanisms in the metalwork began to turn, unlocking with metallic clinks and clunks. Rous poked his head out, eyeing the people he had just summoned to his chambers. All with empty hands. [I]"We are going to be in here for some time, you might want to grab your food and come in, the door will be open!" [/I] He grinned mischievously. Messing with people was a pass time of his. It let him know the characters of those he interacted with, those he called friends, to see how much they could take before they snapped. He shut the door, then waited for each to enter.

He had set the table in his cabin for them, a nice, white table cloth covered it, with candles lit on top, each little flame burning a different color. As the others returned with their food, he held his arms out wide, a welcome gesture [I]"Pick a seat!"[/I] he said, kicking his boots up on the table. His shirt was white, with a deep v, long sleeves and devoid of those silly frills every other country was obsessed with, had a leather strip, pulled thin, weaving across the v-neck to pull it slightly tighter. He leaned back in his chair, snapping his fingers before crossing his arms over his chest, a fire springing to life in the fireplace, which was still empty of wood.

[I]"Someone tell me their story, their past. Doesn't matter who starts. I'm going to know you, inside and out. If you are to be my officers, I gotta know I can trust you!"[/I] During the first part of the sentence,  he stared directly above him, admiring the firelight as it played off the black teeth of the drake skull above his mantle. At the mention of officers, he suddenly began to look to each face, making eye contact with each individual. He re-crossed his feet, eyeing the empty rum bottle disapprovingly. He reached down, uncorked another one, and took a swig, before holding it out at arms length and shaking it, as a way of asking if anyone else wanted any.