|
Post by Viktor on Apr 9, 2007 4:32:27 GMT -5
"Excuse me, ma'am, but Aerlinn is supposed to be the nice one. Get lost." The guard said. The other one grinned. "Got ID?"
Dragon just about chokes.
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on Apr 9, 2007 5:26:43 GMT -5
"Compared to the others, I am." Elanor answers brightly. "I'm a Councillor, I don't need to carry ID. Let me through, or I'll change you into a newt."
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on Apr 9, 2007 5:27:54 GMT -5
"Bring it." The bodyguard says, yawning lightly into his hand.
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on Apr 9, 2007 5:34:26 GMT -5
Elanor smiles and starts making a number of exaggerated gestures. "Holibam conjerus magica newtarom." she mutters, and points at the guard. Several sparks spring from her fingertips, and drift lazily around the guard, lie a coccoon of fireflies. Nothing else happens.
"Huh." she says, not sounding too surprised. "Not working. Guess you're too much like a newt already."
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on Apr 9, 2007 5:44:15 GMT -5
"What noise does a newt make, anyways?" The guard asks, rubbing his chin. "Is it a squark or a twitter? Hm..."
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on Apr 9, 2007 5:45:49 GMT -5
"Something in between." Elanor nods seriously. "Kind of like Viktor when you disturb his private interviews."
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on Apr 9, 2007 5:48:58 GMT -5
The guard laughs and steps to the side, nodding to the others to do the same. "Ok, I like you. Get in."
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on Apr 9, 2007 5:50:34 GMT -5
Elanor smiles happily. "Thank you! C'mon Ritsart." She heads up to the ship.
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on Apr 21, 2007 16:26:09 GMT -5
The deck itself has few people currently on it, though some music drifts up from below. It was a deck like many others, just larger and with what looked like full buildings spread across the deck.
There was a larger building in the back with no doors, stairs leading to the upper deck where the wheel would traditionally reside, and no wheel residing there. It had a glass panel surrounding it as well.
"You come up with the strangest stories, Elanor." Dragon said, looking around.
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on Apr 21, 2007 16:30:20 GMT -5
Elanor grins proudly and takes his hand again. "What? They work, don't they?" She looks around curiously. "Funny ship."
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on May 29, 2007 14:13:37 GMT -5
"I guess they do, but its still kind of strange." Dragon commented, stepping out onto the ship and running his hand across the rails. He was smiling. "I've rarely ridden on ships, you know. Usually, I just walked my way through everything. I never trusted boats, but I do like the way they look."
"If you don't trust it, you're welcome to jump ship at any time." Viktor's voice drifted from above, in the direction of a flight of stairs.
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on May 29, 2007 14:35:18 GMT -5
Elanor grins. "I like boats. They get you places. Hi!" she calls up, and heads for the stairs.
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on May 29, 2007 14:42:03 GMT -5
"So do feet."
Up the stairs, Elanor sees Viktor sitting in a very large, very comfortable looking chair with several crystal panes surrounding him on all sides. One of them slides to the side to allow them a clear view of the man with the burnt face. He grins a little, showing one or two filed teeth. "What the fuck do you want now?"
|
|
|
Post by Elanor on May 29, 2007 14:57:17 GMT -5
"Feet are for other things entirely," Elanor answers sagely, with a hint of mischief in the corner of her mouth. She rolls her eyes at Viktor's question. "Did you burn your brain as well as your face? You promised to let me in on a rehearsal."
|
|
|
Post by Viktor on May 29, 2007 15:12:31 GMT -5
"I'm confused." Dragon admitted, turning his attention to Viktor, who smirked. "I didn't ask that. I asked what the fuck you wanted, not why you were here. I know why you're here."
|
|