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Floating Islands RP
After some consideration, i've decided to create an RP. Hopefully there aren't too many active ones right now, and hopefully school won't get in the way too much. We'll see.
So! Floating islands. As cliché as the concept may be, it's one that I really enjoy, and, being kinda drained from writing a realistic fiction novel for NaNo, I decided to do a bit of world building based on some ideas I had earlier, and, hopefully, start a story with some of you guys that will get more developed as it goes.
Anyway, the basic plot is that there are a bunch of floating islands in some sort of fantasy empire that we'll call, for all intents and purposes, the Sky. Travel between the islands was restricted long ago, and the reason behind this is a secret to all but elite government officials, who plan something sinister within the confines of their marble walls. The only people who regularly travel between the isles are pilots of trade ships, and the Windtracers, an independent (and technically illegal) class of vigilantes who use magic to fly between islands and search for jobs after completing their training in the city of Spark. There are many clusters of islands with various small villages, but most can be sorted into several main regions that are listed below(the first 2 don't really count).
Subtropos - The area below the islands, masked by a permanent layer of thick clouds. No one knows what lies in Subtropos- The surface of a larger world? Gods? Monsters? The few that have had the misfortune of falling down there, either as punishment or by accident, have never returned.
The Heavens - Subsequently, the Heavens are the opposite of Subtropos. The highest regions of the sky that remain mostly unexplored due to thin air, they offer the clearest view of the stars and are the only place where beautiful multicolored aurora can be seen.
Noventia - The massive, dense capital city of the Sky, built on one giant, mostly flat island. It's architecture looks like a strange fusion of medieval and ancient Greek, and it is surrounded by a thirty-foot wall to prevent normal citizens from escaping. There are several breaches in the wall to allow for airships (which can be used both for trade and as warships) to enter the city, but these openings are heavily guarded. In the center of the city is a huge domed building topped by a statue of the first Emporer, who united many warring kingdoms in an long-past war. The building serves as the home of current Emporer Cerus, as well as members of the parliament and other officials. The government is supposed to be a constiutional monarchy, but has become a bit corrupt as of late, with the "disappearences" of some civillians...
Spark - The city where people go to become Windtracers. Almost no Windtracers come from Noventia, due to it being very difficult to smuggle yourself out of there, and most come instead from small outlying villages close to the Heavens. Spark is built in the valley between 2 massive floating mountians, and has an abundance of castles and spires and bridges and such (think Hogwarts but much bigger). It is the highest of all the island clusters, and is thus cold, often snowy, and filled with people who are obsessed with studying the Heavens. The government of Noventia has been out to get the Headmaster of Spark Academy for a long time, because of his violation of the travel law, and his training of an unofficial law enforecment (both very illegal), but they've never engaged in war due to the fact that the Headmaster has basically surroundded himself with trained magical warriors. Thus, the relationship between Spark and Noventia is unstable at best.
Jetsam - Basically one big steampunk-esque shanty town built on a series of islands, filled with makeshift buildings, and, let's just say, not the safest infrastructure in the world. Jetsam is so imbalanced that it uses giant (and noisy) propellers to hold up its islands to prevent them from sinking into Subtropos. The people who are sent to live in Jetsam are usually criminals, expelled Windtracers, and the poorest citizens of Noventia. Despite its appearance, however, Jetsam is secretly the technologcal hub of the Sky, with scientists all over the town working on tech that will one day allow normal civillians to traverse the sky. Noventia has not yet caught on to this.
Wildersky - Lastly, Wildersky is a series of islands that mostly still belong to nature. They are overgrown with vines and jungle (think Pandora from Avatar), and have a very sparse population living in several primitive villages. Being the lowest of all the island clusters, Wildersky is very warm, and is the closest to Subtropos. The natives are very spiritual and have great knowlege of history, including several myserious ruins in the area, and the ancient forces that keep all of the Sky's islands in the air. The very oldest villagers claim to know what lies in Subtropos.
*takes a deep breath* Alright. Now here's the character sheet.
Name
Age (any age is fine)
Gender
Appearance
Background (who they are, where they're from, etc.)
Whew. Thanks for taking the time to read my wall of text. I'll make my character once I know people are interested. This story is heavily based on world building, so feel free to add any details you want to this world. Just make sure to make your character from one of the areas previously mentioned. Peace.
submitted by J.B.E
(December 3, 2017 - 10:31 pm)
(December 3, 2017 - 10:31 pm)
I misspelled my own name. There's two e's in Phoebe.
ANYWAY:
Phoebe~
Turns out finding my way through the streets is easy. Not many twists and turns- just allyways.
LOTS of allyways.
It's like there's a seperate road system for the people who don't want to be seen.
A more creepy one, too.
Some were nicer than others, but those were the ones where the people I was following didn't seem to be interested in.
Rats scuttle along the walls, and once or twice a mechanical wind-up mouse is kidnapped by one of his living counterparts.
The
two guys glance at a clock on the front of a shop and start going a
little faster. I'm starting to wonder if this is a wild goose chase when
they walk into a resturaunt and slam the door behind them.
Rather than undo my spell, I peer in the front windows, trying to see what they're doing.
As soon as I catch them, they start walking toward the door. They walk out as I stay near the building's false front. That's weird, I think. It looks like-
One of them turns and crashes into me.
My invisibility spell drops instantly and my hood falls down.
"You!"
he grins. "From the airship docks! What a strange coincidence that I
should find you way over in the technology district casting spells."
I
scoff nervously. "This whole island is a technology district." I look
desprately at the street signs, trying to calculate the best way to run.
"Sorry," he says. "You're trapped."
I look around me. He's right. I'm surrounded by the people who came out of the resturaunt with him.
"Come in here," he says. "We have some questions."
"What a coincidence, so do I," I say.
We walk into the building.
(February 26, 2018 - 5:46 pm)
Weird, I didn't type it in verse...
(February 27, 2018 - 7:41 am)
Ok, I went and wrote a post from a different POV because
A. I wanted to write something other than Corilis
B. Noventia exposition.
Which reminds me that anyone can write from a different POV if they feel like it, as long as it's okay with whoever made the character.
Alright...
Lieutenant Amadeo~
Emperor Cerus was mad in more ways than one.
When Amadeo came home, he was greeted as a war hero. The people saw him as a valiant survivor of the Reaver's uncivilized tactics and Spark's out-of-control incantations. Cerus saw him that way too. At first. But as the Lieutenant's tale unfolded, the emperor's face grew harder to read. When he heard of the massive death toll, the failure to locate his daughter, he took on a kind of forboding demeanor that Amadeo knew was masking his rage from the public, and that he would make his own face purple with screams as soon as he was out of earshot from his citizens. Only the news of the Headmaster's death seemed to generate a smile from him, but even that was difficult to interpret. It was a smile like a firefly; bright, but cold.
Amadeo was summoned to speak in private with the Emperor in his palace. As much as he dreaded the confrontation, he took pleasure in simply being back among the chattering crowds and warm golden walls of his home. I don't know how they can stand it up there, being that cold.
Maria was in the gardens, and he spoke with her about Aloise, trying to be as comforting as possible. Poor girl, he thought as she broke into tears, she's suffering for something she had no part in.
When the time came, Amadeo was summoned to the palace by a legion of rose-gold guards, and before he knew it, the heavy iron doors slammed behind him with a thud that resonated throughout the marble hall.
The man in front of him sat on the scarlet throne like a statue. His crown, a semicircular band of gold, wrapped around the back of his head, rested on his ears, and bent sharply upward at his temples, ending in two spear-points that framed his face and gave him a distinctly horned appearance. His receding hairline contrasted with his irregularly long beard, a beard he normally kept well trimmed, to create the image of a man much older than he. Even after Amadeo bowed, it seemed like this old devil would never answer. Until he finally did.
"Where is Tygellus?"
The Lieutenant was apprehensive. Was Cerus waiting for something? Normally he would have exploded by now. But his persistant calmness was unusual. Worrying, even.
"He... took the duty of jurisdiction over Spark, your grace. I returned home on his orders."
Cerus nodded in approval. He liked General Tygellus. He was a ruthless man, a cruel man. He had even been known to toch villages on occasion. In short, he was like Cerus. Which explained why Cerus had given him so much power.
"Are you meeting any resistance in Spark?"
"There is... one roadblock. The new Headmistress doesn't exactly approve of us."
Cerus' eyes narrowed. "New Headmistress? Does she have...?"
"No, she does not have the Heart." Amadeo answered quickly. "I made sure of that. If she starts any trouble, we can easily overpower her. Most of the Tracers have gone to Jetsam, anyway. Whoever has the Heart is mostly likely among them."
Cerus nodded again, studying Amadeo before speaking again. "You know how few people in the Sky know of the Heart, Amadeo. How few people, even within my inner circle."
"I do."
"And you know how much trust I put in you when I revealed it to you."
"I do, your grace, and I am honored." Amadeo swallowed hard.
"And with one speech, I could've revealed Nix's little secret to all of Noventia. All of the world. And once everyone knew his weakness, well, he would've toppled like an autumn leaf." The emperor shook his head and gazed out the window, almost looking nostalgic. "I could have taken him down so easily."
"But you never did, did you?" Amadeo knew he had overstepped as soon as the words left his lips, and immediately regretted it. Because Amadeo knew something even more obscure than the knowlege of the Heart. He knew that Cerus and Galligan had been companions, once. A long time ago. He knew that any hesitation to attack Spark in the past might have been in the name of their past friendship. And he knew that if this information got out, well, it wouldn't be good for the emperor.
For a moment, the familiar rage returned to Cerus' eyes, and Amadeo was almost happy to see it return, before he realized it might be the oncoming warning of his own execution. However, with a deep breath, the emperor's anger dissipated and he returned to the quiet, cold, and unpredictable persona that he had recently adopted. Amadeo decided he did not like this new emperor.
Cerus spoke again.
"It does not matter what I thought of Nix Galligan in the past." The emperor's words were slow and heavy. "He is dead and gone. What matters now is that you find whatever sorry soul he decided to pass that rock onto, wrestle it out of their hands, and bring it back for me to personally smash it into ten million pieces."
"It... it will be done," Amadeo replied, trying not to show the relief in his voice. "I have already sent agents to Jetsam. If the Heart is there, we will find it."
"Good," Cerus said. "It is, after all, the last thing standing between us and the return of unified Noventian glory. Once that pebble is gone, we will be able to complete our... task."
"Our war?"
"It does not become a war until they refuse to surrender, Amadeo. Now leave me. I have a headache the size of this city."
"...Of course, your grace." Amadeo bowed stiffly, and exitetd the room with a pit in his stomach.
(February 26, 2018 - 7:12 pm)
Meanwhile, back in jetsem...
Phoebe~
We sat coldly at opposite sides of the table.
Staring.
at.
each
other.
The man from the docks walked up to the table and sat down.
"Now talk."
"You first."
"You're the one who followed us across jetsem."
"You're the one who's sneaking around, looking at symbols on ally walls."
"We caught you. You didn't catch us."
"Technically, I caught you first."
"Technically, there's a large group of us and you're trapped in this resturaunt."
"Fine."
"Good. Now, who are you and where did you come from?"
"You don't need to know my name, but call me feather if you have to. And, I came from spark."
Everyone looks up with interest.
"So you're a windtracer then."
"I was invisible. Of course I'm a windtracer."
"Hmm."
"What do you mean, hmm?"
"What about all the other people on that ship?"
"Mostly other windtracers. I was one of the first ones off."
"And a group of them is, in fact, going to the Phoenix."
"Yes. And it seems like I should warn them not to go."
He looked at the clock on the wall. 5:00.
The man in the dark cloak spoke up. "Oh, it's too late for that. They're probably almost there. And if you want to get there in time, you're going to need our help. It's getting dark."
"I'm not about to follow you through the streets in the dark."
"Why not?" one of the other ones said. "You've already done it all day."
They laughed, but they didn't sound too mean.
"Well," said the one in the cloak, "We'll answer a few of your questions."
"We," he began, "are all part of a secret organisation know as the Engineers. We're a fairly old group, and most of us have known each other for a long time.
"We are against the Noventian Empire and are trying to build an undercover militia. Noventia has spies even in Jetsem, despite what you may have heard. If they discover us, the chances of the rebels winning is significantly lower. As of yet, they still have no idea that we even exist. This could change at any moment.
"When we first started out, a generation ago, we were tiny. Very few people, but we've been growing like crazy in the past few years. Noventia has been taking action, but soon so will we.
"By now, about a fifth of Jetsem's citizens are 'Engineers' and a lot of them are going to the Phoenix tonight."
"You're bringing an entire organisation to a inn just for the refugees?!" I say indignantly.
"No, we were already going to have a normal meeting there. But then Theo here-"
The man from the docks nodded.
"-talked to some of the refugees and heard about the attack on spark. This is bad, seriously bad. If Noventia dared to take on Spark, we're probably next."
"So now we're going have a meeting and recruit some of the windtracers. Having magic on our side would help us out tremendously."
We were silent for a while.
"I know you probably don't trust us too much," the guy in the cloak continued, "but we need your help. The guys at the docks are willing to give us ships and a few weapons. We have enough armor and weapons alltogether and if we can get enough windtracers we'd be able to launch an attack on Noventia and put a critical dent in their army. How many people came from spark?"
"Almost all of them."
"If they all joined, we might be able to defeat the empire."
I looked at the group of people looking at me in earnest.
"I'll join," I said finally.
"Good," cloak-guy said. "Let's get going. Wait, feather?- there's one more thing you should know."
"What?"
"You know a guy named... Corilis?"
I try to remember. The name sounds vaguely familiar.
"Yeah, kind of. I think he was on a mission or something here-"
"There's a Noventian spy who's trying to assasinate him."
I stared at him.
"And they'll probably be at the Phoenix."
"We need to get going then, if we're going to stop the spy," Theo pointed out.
Everyone nodded.
"Alright then, team. Come on."
"Wait," I asked him, as we all slipped out into the noisy dusk. "What do I call you?"
"Ash," he said, and the group started running down an ally.
(February 27, 2018 - 7:46 pm)
(February 28, 2018 - 3:20 pm)
Corilis~
It was a difficult trip to the Phoenix. The streets were dirty and full of vermin and stray dogs, and people looked at me funny the entire way there. Once or twice I encountered a few ill-looking familes slumped in an alley, and another time I saw what looked like a group of red-robed priests disappearing behind a building in a single file line. This was a weird place.
At least I'd made it. Hands on my hips, I stood peering up at the flickering neon sign suspended from a chain on the contrastingly old-fashioned inn. I had no way of knowing whether or not the impending darkness was due to nightfall or just a particularly bad cloud of smog. In fact, I was already beginning to miss seeing the sky. Oh well. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.
As my eyes adjusted to the ambient light, a strange style of music I'd never heard before and the smell of roasting meat was all there was in the world. Then, a sea of red, glowing lights winked into view. As time went on, I saw these lights were being emitted from a number of glass orbs, each set on one of many tables stretching out into the gloom. Nameless people in dark, concealing clothing were sat at these tables, and several of them looked up at me when I came in, their unfamiliar faces washed in scarlet light.
The wooden floor creaked as I made my way across it, and I felt as if all eyes were on me, despite the fact that no one seemed to be saying anything. Or if they were, it was far too quiet to hear. I uneasily pulled my hood over my face as I walked up to the counter. A few people sat on barstools and a bartender stood polishing a glass, shadows on his face dancing in the light of several lanterns hanging overhead.
I stood in front of the counter awkwardly until the bartender noticed me, saying nothing but giving me just enough of a look to know that I'd gotten his attention.
"Um... is Omen here...?"
The bartender nodded and silently pointed to a man sitting just three stools away from me, but the man himself had heard my question and had already gotten out of his seat. I took a few steps backwards as this tall, lanky figure with a sallow face loomed over me.
"Are you him?" he asked me.
"'Him'?'"
"We should talk somewhere private. Come on." The man who was allegedly Omen grabbed my wrist and pulled me through a nearby side door without giving me a second to object. He closed the door behind him, and sat down at a square table, the only thing in the tiny, windowless room. He motioned me to sit in the other chair.
"So, where is it?"
My mouth hovered open in confusion for a few seconds before I realized what he meant. I quickly reached into my pocket and yanked out the Heart, fumbled with it for a few seconds, and held it out to him. He snatched it up without any hesitation and held it close to his face like a jeweler. Slowly, a fiendish smile spread across his narrow face, and remained there for an uncomfortably long time until his eyes turned back to me.
"Who are you?"
"I'm..." I was about to lie, but I realized that if the Headmistress had sent me to specifically find this one man, it was probably okay to reveal my true identity. "...I'm Corilis. Corilils Asterlon."
The man looked surprised. "Well I'll be darned. The mapmaker?"
I nodded.
The man shook his head, that odd smile returning. "Never thought I'd meet the mapmaker. Not this way, anyhow. They'll be right dumbstruck when they hear about it."
"They? Who's they?"
By now, a sense of doom had flowered in my stomach and it was amplified tenfold when the man stood up, pushed in his chair, and slipped the Heart into his pocket.
"Thank you for your help, Corilis. It's a shame you won't be makin' any more maps."
A split second before it happened, I anticipated the man reach for the blaster on his belt. Time slowed down as I lunged across the table, grabbed him around the waist, and tackled him to the ground. Just before we collided with the floor, I felt something hot whizz over the top of my head, singing the tips of my hair. It ricocheted off the table and hit the corner of the wall, erupting into a small burst of flame and leaving a black scorch mark.
The man growled in rage, pushing me off of him and whacking me across the jaw with his pistol. I was stunned for a bit before scrambling back onto my feet, only to see him back up as well and preparing to take another shot. Adrenaline pumping in my ears, I unsheathed my dagger, blindly slashing out into the dark room. I heard a cry of pain, and saw I had cut him across the face.
The man did not raise his weapon again, and instead bolted to the door of the small room, ramming it open with his shoulder and staggering back into the inn.
I ran after him, my heart racing a million miles a minute...
(February 28, 2018 - 6:33 pm)
Sorry it's kinda short- and ends in the middle of a conversation. ;D
~~~
Phoebe~
We reach the Phoenix and are about to head inside when we hear a gunshot. We go inside even faster.
Pandemonium.
A tall man with a fresh five-inch cut on his face bolts out from a small room, followed by a desperate looking windtracer holding a dagger tinged with blood.
"Well, shoot!" an Engineer says, amused. "Maybe these windtracers aren't so trustworthy after all!"
"They're good fighters, that's for sure," one of his comrades jokes.
I think fast. One last spell...
I close my eyes, gather the air and get it between my hands...
POW!
My loud clap echoes exactly where I aimed it and whoever the windtracer is chasing is stunned for one second.
A second is enough.
The windtracer dives forward and lands on top of the tall man. Ash and the rest of the group run over and form a circle around the pile. I squeeze my way into the circle and lean over to the windtracer.
"Why'd you do that? You made a scene," I whisper frantically. "That's a bad idea!"
We all glance around nervously.
Everyone in the area stares... for five seconds...
And then the band picks up again and everyone goes back to their conversations.
Ash chuckles. "Fights are fairly commonplace here. That's why it's a good spot for meetings."
The people on the ground aren't laughing. "Let me go!" the person on the bottom growls.
"Not until you give back what you stole," the windtracer replies.
"Hold on," Ash says. "Are you Corilils Asterlon?"
The windtracer hesitated.
"And who are you?"Ash says, more forcefully, to the man under the potential Corilils Asterlon.
The tall man glares back.
"Why should I tell you?" he sneers.
(February 28, 2018 - 9:01 pm)
Not a huge issue, but just for future reference: Corilis isn't a Windtracer. He can't do magic. Galligan entrusted him with the Heart because it is traditionally passed down to people who are unable to unlock their magical abilities. Once Corilis links himself with the Heart, he may gain magic, but for now he has none. Guess I forgot to mention that in the synopsis (I still recommend you read the whole RP, to get all the details)
(February 28, 2018 - 10:53 pm)
Oh, sorry. :/ I should have gotten around to reading the rest sooner. Thanks for the heads up.
Do you know where everyone else went?
Evergreen, Kyoto (formerly know as doctor who?), Catsclaw, Aspen, Allie... Now it's just you and me posting story chunks back and forth. What happened?
(March 1, 2018 - 7:13 am)
Well, Pete (he's my brother in real life) said he's too busy to post anything for the forseeable future, and I'm pretty sure Aspen's still here. As for the others, they kind of disappeared around Christmas. Hopefully they'll be back at some point. For now, I'm just glad that at least one other person wants to continue the story.
Corilis~
I didn't know who these people were, but from the way the girl was dressed, and her little display of magic, she seemed to be from Spark. I was good with places. But not faces. Despite knowing just about everyone in Spark, she failed to jog my memory, let alone any of the other strangers circled around me. But they at least seemed to be on my side. Which was refreshing.
"Hold on," one of the men said. "Are you Corilis Asterlon?"
I didn't answer, partly out of shock. How could he have recognized me? One of my biggest selling points, my "gimmick", if you will, was that I never put my photo on any of my maps. I could've been eighty years old for all people knew. In fact, I wasn't sure if any pictures of me even existed. Before I could express my confusion, however, the man turned his eyes towards my assailant.
"And who are you?"
The tall fellow scowled up at him, though not making any attempts to free himself from my grip. "Why should I tell you?"
"You shouldn't tell him," a new gravelly voice entered the fray, this time from across the room. "You should tell me."
Another man, who seemed to have been watching this play out, strode over from the bar. He was well-built, with chestnut skin and a bit of scruffy stubble. He was wearing a black leather jacket and matching heavy boots, a wide-brimmed hat lined with silver, and unusually large metal gauntlets that covered his hands and reflected the redness of the Phoenix. When he walked, his clothes seemed to jangle as if they were concealing a myriad of loose objects. The men who stood in the doorway seemed to almost wrinkle their noses when they saw him come over.
"Oh. It's you, is it?" said the man who had spoken to me earlier.
"Nice to see you too, Ash."
"We've got this handled, you know."
"I would disagree."
I took one hand off of Omen to signal my confusion. "Hey! Can someone please just tell me what's going on? Am I just supposed to automatically know who all of you are?"
"I can't speak for the others, but I'm a friend," the leather-clad man replied, crossing his arms.
"Are you with the Reavers?" I asked.
"No."
"With the Engineers, then?" the girl spoke this time. I didn't know who the Engineers were, but from the looks on the other men's faces, he wasn't part of them.
"Hardly," scoffed the guy called Ash.
The leather-clad man smiled, ignoring Ash's comment. "No. Despite what others might think, I don't align myself with any group or organization. In fact, I'm the closest thing this crazy town has to actual law enforcement. Folks in this district call me the Sheriff. You can call me Skylark." he stretched out his metallic hand, and noted my hesitation to leave Omen.
"Don't worry. He won't be running away any time soon."
After pulling me to my feet, Skylark reached into his jacket and pulled out... a pair of handcuffs? He knelt down and grabbed the tall man's hands, binding them together with a snap of the mechanical device.
On one knee, Skylark tilted his head to stare right into the man's eyes, shaking his head almost like a disappointed parent. "You're not really Omen, are you?"
The man snareld in contempt. Skylark responded by forcefully rolling him over onto his back and beginning to go through his pockets. He extracted the Heart, which he tossed over his shoulder without a second glance, as if he knew exactly what it was and had no interest in it. I clumsily caught it in astonishment and slowly put it back into my own pocket.
Skylark then extracted what looked like a vial of an unknown blue liquid, holding it up to his eyes and squinting. "What's this?" the man who was apparently not Omen answered only with an unwavering glare.
"I'll take a look at it later." Skylark tucked the vial into the bottomless confines of his jacket, and pulled one more object from the man's clothes, which appeared to be what he had been looking for from the way his face lit up.
"Ah ha!"
He turned towards us excitedly, holding a small bronze object between his thumb and forefinger.
"Take a look at this."
"So what?" Ash asked.
"The seal of Noventia." I looked closer and indeed saw two crossed spears engraved in the little badge. "He's a spy. An imposter, more specifically. I've seen this before, a couple times." He looked back to the imposter. "Where's the real Omen? Mind telling me that?"
"He's dead," the imposter rasped. "I killed him when I came here."
Skylark furrowed his brow. "That explains why he wasn't at the Phoenix the past few days. Shame. I liked the man. You know you look just like him? Almost exactly. How'd you manage that?"
The imposter spat on Skylark's boot.
"Not one for conversation, are you?" Skylark muttered. "Alright, on your feet." He grabbed hold of the imposter's wrists, yanking him to his feet. Then he looked at me again.
"I know why you're here, Corilis. Old Hyeweathre relayed a message just a few days ago. I was one of the first to hear what happened. Sorry about Galligan. I was one of his most trusted allies."
"What?"
"It's true. I'm surprised she sent you for Omen and not for me, to be honest. I know a way to help you out with that Heart stuff, and it's a bit more efficient than a blacksmith. I'll take you to one of Frasier's welding factories tomorrow."
"Wait, hang on-" I said in vain. This man dished out information almost as quickly as he took it in.
Skylark led his new prisoner to the door. "Stay in the Phoenix for now. Order something. The lamb's good. I've got to go lock this one up somewhere. We'll meet later tonight and discuss business."
Before I could even finish my sentence, he had disappeared into the night.
(March 1, 2018 - 8:28 pm)
Whoo! Five whole days. Sorry about that, I've been busy.
Phoebe~
I looked out the door after Skylark. The wind whistled briefly before the door slammed shut.
"What's your name?" I asked the guy from Spark.
"Corilis Asterlon,"he replied, "and I-"
"Forget you," one of the Engineers snarled. "We were told a large group of Sparkians would be here and there's only two. Where'd you get your information from, Theo? No one is here! What happened?"
Just then, Tanni and about fifteen other windtracers walked up to the table.
"Jetsam happened."
"What?"
"They made a new immigration policy. Five drasmil or you get sent back. Most of the vilagers ended up staying on the airship for the night. Most of the people who could pay the fine went looking for a mayor to complain to. We took forever to get here because we kept getting stopped by the so-called 'law officials.' Even though we payed the fee, no one wanted us to come on board this contraption of an island. Now, what's going on?"
Ash filled in the newcomers while Corilis and I ordered some lamb. We came back to Ash finishing his speech.
"So, whadda ya say? Are you in?"
The windtracers looked at each other hesitantly. Everyone was crammed at one big table.
"Might as well," one said. "We don't have anything better to do."
"Great." Ash grinned. "We'll stay here for the night. This place is pretty cheap."
Tanni looked at him warily. "I don't trust cheap hotels."
"Well, it's almost midnight. We aren't going any where else."
"Uhg. Fine."
Ten minutes later, we were crammed onto every surface in three hotel rooms.
"This was a bad idea," someone grumbled from the other side of the room.
The city's racket came in through the open window.
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I nodded, wondering exactly how hard it was to remember a name that was printed on nearly every standard map of the Sky. "And you're Phoebe."
Suddenley, I saw her eyes float towards my pocket, where the Heart was. Where she'd seen me put it.
"Bartleby Frasier told me it was going to rain this morning. I met him on the airship, you know."
"What do you know about him?" I asked, slightly more offended than I realistically should've been. Frasier was, and had been my hero for quite some time.
Ash stood up, stretching his arms. "Well, I certainly don't. That's my two cents on it. I'm gonna go get some more food."
(March 12, 2018 - 8:01 pm)
Feel free to post again, because Phoebe has nothing to do until morning and Corilis was supposed to meet Skylark at some point. In the meantime, here's a thing:
Phoebe~
I roll off the table with a grunt and try to tiptoe around the sleeping bodies. At least sleeping on a table beats being packed in like a tin of sardines.
Come to think of it, this whole town is like a tin of sardines.
Fishy characters packed in metal and grease.
I walk back down the stairs and people-watch from a table in the corner.
(March 16, 2018 - 7:32 am)