tzaraisen | overflow post for elnysa

[ He is, admittedly, immediately curious by what Cain could possibly mean. The way he speaks makes him think that this is truly not something that Cain feels proud of, and to keep the harmony between them, he doesn't linger for too long on that thought.

They had all the time in the world.

"I've got you." He says, and though Percival doesn't easily depend on anyone, nor wishes to, he chooses to believe Cain.

After just a moment, because in the end, his conviction to prove himself useful is as strong as ever, he draws his attention back to the distance ahead.

Still, his forehead remains slightly leaned on the other's cheek, and rather than pushing him off of his lap, his hands rest on his waist. ]

[ Percival is, for lack of a better word, feeling quite shook. Clearly, Keaton isn't a human. That much is pretty easy to tell given his ears and tail, but given that he was pretty familiar with the Erune race, he doesn't seem out of the ordinary.

Being calmed by the thought of his ... bones, though?! ]

Of course I'm not into bones, I'm a human, not a dog! [ Besides that's intensely creepy, and not that he'd ever try to go after Keaton's fur, but?!

His outburst makes the ship shake all over again, and Percival realizes what he's done. ]

Ugh! Nevermind, don't elaborate on your creepy bone fantasies. Keep your thoughts to yourself.

I don't doubt it. The Natha Orbiters don't seem like the type of beings who would have us do a task simply for the sake of it.

What do you suggest, then?

[ He starts taking a few notes on the tree in question. ]

Hmm. You can't read well? Were you raised as a peasant in your home world? [ He doesn't need a truth tree to be this rude. ]

[ Cain works in silence for a few minutes, giving Percival the time he needs. He doesn't want to break this quiet, the careful, fragile trust that Percival's given him. His usual laughter and teasing has no place here, not when Percival's showing this vulnerability.

Despite what Percival thinks, Cain is quite capable of understanding when a situation requires delicacy.

Instead, Cain spends the time guiding the ship, making small course corrections. He can tap into that well of calm that's drawn between them now that Percival's no longer wound up and irritable. Like this, piloting the ship is easy, doesn't even really require all of Cain's attention. He finds himself tilting his head, resting his cheek against Percival's hair, idly carding his fingers through the long locks.

That moment of pure vulnerability ends quickly enough, but still, Cain doesn't say anything. He knows what a gift it is for Percival to show that much of a chink in his armor, and in return, he won't push. ]

[uns uns uns uns uns]

[ okay, he doesn't know her at all, and she is rather small and slight so he cannot be blamed for perhaps thinking she might be easily spooked.. but it ruffles her feathers nonetheless, because alisaie is prideful!! especially when it comes to her projected image of toughness.

puffing out her chest, she shoots him a mild frown. ]

'Tis nothing I cannot handle, if you are also able.

[ you afraid of ghosts tough guy?? please say yes so she can torment you in the night. ]

And that aside, the forest in this area is quite dense, like as not we will not find a drier, safer spot.

[ those bones though... ah......... at least they look really old?? ]

There's nothing creepy about them! They're bones. What, are you afraid of them?

[ narrowing his eyes, there's a sparkle in them that wasn't there before. the sudden tremble of the ship gets him to break that mischievous nature starting to come out, and he immediately withdraws back into his seat. he probably shouldn't be trying to touch Percival while he's maintaining control of the ship, but... ]

But my creepy bone fantasies are the only things that keep me warm at night! [ he sticks his tongue out. ] Maybe they'll keep you warm, too?

[ turning to look out the front, he blinks. ]

Hey. That's a big rock! I want it!

[ and it's coming right for the ship. ]

Confident.

[So long as he can keep the monster's attention, Shura can find an opening. Brute strength might not something she's known for, but this isn't the first snake she's fought, and it isn't the strongest or smartest one, either.

This opening is just what she needs--as soon as she has a good shot at the underbelly, she's quick to move. Thrusting the oar-spear up and aiming between the scales isn't easy, but the skin underneath isn't difficult to penetrate. The bellowing screech the serpent makes is enough to ring a bit in her ears, but that just means she needs to finish it off before it deafens her. It really isn't helping itself--between the force Shura's putting behind the spear and the serpent's pained struggle, it doesn't take more than a couple seconds for the spear to crack a couple ribs and pierce something vital in the beast.]

Just die, damn it!

[it is, shura, give it a couple seconds...]

[ Has he ever given thought to what Vane's roughened hands might feel like against his skin? No, truthfully. But right now, it is the only thing he can think about, and each sensation imprints in his memory in a way that ensures he'll never forget it. The increasingly tight feeling between his legs ensures this as well. Percival's mind grows heavy with wanting, practical thoughts flooded by the desire to escalate the situation, to bask in his warm presence and explore his body, too.

It doesn't help that the hot breath against his ear, and way Vane's palms drag across his torso, both weaken his resolve and make him flushed and warm with embarrassment and arousal. He also feels more than a little humiliated, to be reduced to the state so easily by someone who didn't even fathom what was initially happening. He shivers at the feel of Vane's hot tongue teasing his lobe. The remark is enough to spark indignation in him, because of course it is, and he drops his hands from being braced on Vane's shoulders to suddenly dipping between them.

Without any warning, he pushes his palm firmly between Vane's thighs, harshly squeezing the outline of his cock through his trousers with greedy fingers.

He doesn't seem thrilled with the idea of being so visibly vulnerable, apparently. Not without Vane giving a little back. ]

Be quiet and disrobe.

[ Yeah, unfortunately, Percival has a tendency to take everything a bit literally.

He thinks he sees hesitation in Richie, and he almost tells the other man to forget it, he can find out what this is all about later, but he doesn't look like he's apprehensive because of him. Why is he looking around like that, as if he's waiting for someone else?

Also, it's a good thing to have no concept of drinking age or anything like that, because maybe someday Percival can add "alcoholic" to his impression of "filthy thief" for Akira. ]

Are the effects similar to alcohol, then? If so, that won't be necessary. I am not the type of man to overindulge. [ Or indulge, really. Today's something of an unusual day, and it's likely because curiosity is winning over common sense.

He considers Richie's question once they've purchased their goods. ]

I don't live here permanently, as I live in Olympia at the moment. So I have also been living in a... "crapheap", as you put it.

There is a nice-looking area with a pond nearby that should work well enough. Follow me.

[ He begins to lead and just kinda... assumes Richie will follow. ]

[ He shrugs. It's not unheard of for people to wear only ceremonial blades. He doesn't know your life. ]

I don't think anything of you at all.

[ No sooner does he flatly state that response than does the beast break the surface, its jaws wide, hungry and dripping sheets of seawater. Koltira's eye catches on the flames; for his part, he calls forth ice. Lunging to meet their enemy, he swings Byfrost in a sweeping strike that sends frozen spikes jabbing up through the serpent's belly. Blood streams down the ice, spattering the deck. The serpent thrashes, but its head is intact, and its jaws snapping nevertheless. Not quite dead. ]

Given the amount of overgrowth here, I'll be surprised if we do. But I've been wrong before.

[ And is only alive now because she was lucky there was a cleric handy when she didn't live to tell about it. ]

I'll watch the shore and forest. Though we'll want to keep an eye for traps as we approach. The ground here is marshy enough that sink holes can be easily missed when trying to rush towards shore.

[ She can appreciate wanting to get into shelter ahead of the rain, however. The rain almost never helps mitigate the humidity here, and she'd rather be dry than soggy AND muddy. ]

[ strangely enough (to him), he's drawn to this side of percy that seems so ... defenseless? he isn't sure if that's the right word, but it's endearing somehow. he's filled with these sentiments up until percival presses his hands between his legs.

it's something he hadn't accounted for, and he automatically feels the embarrassment settle in.

he was already beginning to feel a bit tighter against his pants, but this was ... unprecedented. he feels himself harden under percival's touch and he idea that he's getting stimulated from the other. so purposely too. though that indignant look that percival wears so well seems to tip him off to the fact that this was probably in regards to his comment (unbeknowest to him, it's actually the whole affair he's exasperated with). ] That's unfair...

[ no one did anything below the belt yet??? as far as vane is concerned wasn't that kind of cheating? still, he seems to relent easily enough. he begins to pull of his shirt. then, he settles his hand against the buttons on his pants. before, he looks back at percival, gently grabbing onto his wrist. ] What about you?

Don't tell me .... [ !!! ] You need help?! [ is he too drunk??

to remove his own pants?? ]

[ lance is quiet a moment, thinking it over. ]

How are you with aiming and shooting?

[ he takes one hand off the controls to point at their windshield, where their path in the skies has definitely become much more crowded. ]

Because we're probably going to want to get rid of those meteors in our way.

[ He can agree with that, though he figures he doesn't have to say it. Then again, even if the Natha hadn't intended it to be used again, he just has to accumulate what knowledge and skills he can. It's the same here as anywhere else. ]

I can teach you.

[ His hands are too occupied to give any nonverbal cues away. ]

If you don't mind learning from a peasant.

[ At least it wasn't "rat". ]

[ Well... Percival probably wasn't too far off the mark in his initial assessment. He is a fool, and learning still. Wisdom doesn't exactly crop up overnight. But what he lacks in world experience, he tries to make up for in love for his craft; the atmosphere of the ship's shifted, and this time he laughs at the backhanded compliment rather than letting his mood rankle again. ]

Very well. Come judge them whenever you please.

[ It sounds a little bit like a challenge, his mood lifted enough to harbor a thread of haughty confidence. ]

I would welcome your appraisal.

[ A bit of prickliness he can deal with—at the end of the day, it's water off a duck's back. So maybe Percival's not as insufferable as he first seemed. ]

[ To her statement that she's fond of things such as debauchery, he only spares a sidelong glance. It is... well, it's judgment, to be sure, but past a brief moment of silence, he makes no further comment on it. That was her business, and if anything, it would make the transition to living here easier to embrace the culture, he supposes.

It's just not for him.

He is, however, a little more impressed by her statement on the "little people". ]

There really is no better perspective on how well a kingdom is ran than to assess the happiness and safety of the common people. Both Wyver and Olympia allowed a plague to strike their cities, so it's only natural that despite being cured, their people remain uneasy.

[ After a long moment, he also leans down and tries to assess the bones along the ground, frowning at her realization. ]

There's also a skull that is clearly reptilian... whatever or whoever hunted these beings down doesn't discriminate.

[ The bones look old, at least. The firewood that's gathered at the center, though? That looks like it's just been put out. ]

Hmm. I hope this means we are on the coattails of other travelers, and not the killer themselves.

[ Unafraid, he leans down and kindles the fire with the tip of his forefinger, providing the cave with a bit more lighting and warmth. ]

Put those items back immediately. They may be unclaimed at the moment, but there's no way to be sure their owners won't be looking for them soon enough.

[ Yeah, he may be a little salty from losing his own sword, but he truly hates to think about someone looking for their items, needing said items, and not even having a chance at finding them again.

Stealing is wrong and you should stay in school, Akira. He makes a face at the offered herbs. Even if it's blazeweed, he hasn't unlocked that threat yet in our timeline, so this is just some stinky grass. ]

Why would you want to keep such a foul-smelling thing for yourself in the first place? Put it back this instant.

[If she sees the look on his face she either pays it no mind or doesn't care to react to it, as she's more than used to judgments and assumptions of her person from people. But as always, she knows what she's about, and she nods in acknowledgement with what he says.]

And here I thought people of higher status found their speech to be mindless drivel, but the answer to most problems or even finding out the problems themselves lie in the places most overlook. You've got a good head on your shoulders if you're thinking of listening to them.

Looks like we missed out on quite the party. [She steps to the side to avoid stepping on what looks to be a ribcage of some form, frowning slightly when she looks down at it. She doesn't linger there for long, catching up to him right after and peering down at the former fire pit.] At least I'd like to think we have with empty it seems here. Maybe we could use it to our advantage if it comes to it, give us the element of surprise?

[The spark of his flame to the wood gives light to the cave, and any other ideas she has to offer to get the jump on any unseen enemy is quieted by her awe and surprise at her surroundings. She's peering at the faded markings and paintings on the wall, curiosity running through her.] Well, looks like there's more to this cave than dark and spooky after all.

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[ He stops what he's writing only long enough to answer Mika, with not a moment's hesitation. ]

Of course not. There are many valuable things to be learned from common people. They are what makes a land prosperous. [ Certainly not nobles, even if he is one. Even if he is a filthy noble, his mama taught him right. ] If you can truly teach me the basics of such technology, I would be indebted to you.

[ And then, because it's the most obvious thing when he thinks about "payment". ]

Reading and writing practice. I can offer this, in return.

[ He is... apparently unfazed by her ruffled feathers, though he's relieved that they won't have to keep looking for a place to stay. Percival nods firmly, now that they've reached this understanding. ]

Of course I'm able. I'll ensure that nothing disturbs our rest.

[ Sadly he'd be that guy who thinks ghost stories are stupid... what a party pooper.

With that decided, he begins to sort of... kick some of the bones to the side so they can settle down. What a warm and comforting temporary home... ]

[ he considers the other's words thoughtfully. ]

It isn't my specialty, but I can get the task done.

[ He's no marksman by any means, definitely a sword guy through and through, but he's at least used firearms before.

Also, those meteorites are huge, so how can he go wrong?!

Basically, thanks babysitter Lance for finding something for him to do so he doesn't have to step out on El Nysa with a bruised ego. ]

This button is to fire, correct? [ He points on the dashboard, already testing out the controls to aim the missiles. ]

You have set a high standard for your work now, so I expect not to be disappointed.

[ They truly are of a sound mind now, easy confidence and douchebaggery.

Eventually, the ship breaks the stratosphere, guiding itself lower and lower and not needing very much guidance from either of them at all.

It's a Christmas miracle. ]

What... does that even mean?! Quit speaking nonsense!

[ Percival can barely work the controls here, much less think about what it means to "pull up". Pull up where? To that meteorite coming right at them at breakneck speed? Definitely not.

Though, he has to admit she has a point. Even if this is, in his mind, the best way to secure this strange being and ensure that they land safely, he's given up use of his left hand. Whatever she's made of, her presence is making him feel increasingly uneasy every time she fazes in and out of his proximity.

It's not like the ship's course can get any worse, so he finally takes a moment to set her down on the seat next to his own and strap her down. ]

As am I. It should be obvious that I have everything perfectly under control.

[ This is quickly shaping up to be the most unproductive conversation between two douchebags.

He does actually stop in his tracks when Archer points him in... the exact opposite direction he was so confidently going towards.

And now he's just a little... flustered, turning around and clearing his throat. ]

That-- cannot be true. I've passed by that very same tree four times now! [ but the way he's going isn't the right way either. So maybe Archer's direction IS the right way? ]

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look a thread as you asked

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bone fantasies, huh.

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bye britt

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goodbye forever britt

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