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Title: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on July 30, 2008, 10:23:10 PM
A brief disclaimer: posts may be edited or deleted if there are errors with them or they go against the flow of things. Don't be offended if a few words have been changed here or there.

The majority of planning and such can be found at the INN (http://www.charas-project.net/forum/index.php?topic=23507.0). There will be more to come, so check it out. If you need to say anything out-of-character (OOC), put "OOC - see Inn" at the beginning or end of your post, and then say it in the Inn. It'll keep things tidy.

At some points you may notice that some groups of text in certain members posts are written in typetext. This is a non character Narrative, used to communicate events that are out of the scope of the Current posters character. A few of the members have a good idea of the intended direction of the story and are permitted to use this narrative....please do not use the narrative unless You know whats going on with the story, and Have run the idea by Myself, Dragonium, or hit up the other RPers on MSN.

And now I'm going to get this awesome RP underway.


The ship swayed gently.

It had been a long journey, and John had become accustomed to the constant rocking. For the first two and a half weeks, the sea had been rough and unwelcoming; and yet now, as the final phase of the journey began, it had become eerily calm, and there was only the occasional wave to sway the mighty warship. The frightening calm had accompanied the rolling-in of a thick fog which surrounded the ship. John had been up on deck a few times, and there was only the dancing light of the nearest ship's beacons to show that they were sailing alongside any other ship.

He glanced around the ship's mess hall. There were maybe a hundred soldiers here, and there were roughly the same number in the other nine ships. A thousand men made up the second wave. Of course, they had no idea what had happened to the first wave - the communications men had lost sight of the early ships' beacons days ago - but John hoped all would be well. The men here were restless. Many of them were young and inexperienced, but had fought hard enough in their combat trials to warrant a place in the second group. John hoped they'd be alright. It nagged at him to think that many of the young boisterous youth here wouldn't be coming back.

He smirked. It was a soldier's lot. They were the grunts whose duty was to stand in the way of a sword. The elite soldiers got the interesting jobs.

John felt fondly at the locket he was still wearing. His wife and children beamed at him from the miniature portrait. He smiled; he'd promised them that he'd be back soon enough.

"Hey, Sanders".

He was broken from his thoughts as someone emerged from the cabin quarters next to him, nudged his arm, and held out a water flask to him.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Moosetroop11 on July 30, 2008, 10:40:24 PM
"Hey. You're..."

"Hackett. We talked earlier."

"Yes. Of course."

The air was getting heavier. Hackett didn't mind.

"This is what I've always dreamed of."

John was slightly taken aback by how genuine the young man sounded. But then again... Was he so young? John glanced over Hackett so quickly that it was all but unnoticable. Late twenties. Hackett's eyes seemed younger than his body.

"Stuck in Fenne... That wasn't the life for me. Out here everything's so different. It's freeing."

'Freeing or freezing?' John thought. At the same time, he smiled. "Keep that enthusiasm kid. It'll take you a long way."

The 'kid' thing again. John couldn't help it. The guy didn't look like he'd gone through any of the regimes and experiences that the other men on the boat had. How had Hackett kept his youthful optimism? Hackett didn't seem to notice or mind being talked down to, so John dropped the train of thought. "What's your speciality?"

"Melee" Hackett replied, not entirely convincingly.

"Watch my back then kid. And I'll watch yours."
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: ZeroKirbyX on July 30, 2008, 11:35:58 PM
The inside of the steel kitchen was much like a furnace, thick steam hovered just under the ceiling, condensing into thin layers of moisture on everything inside. Large hooks were strewn through bars bolted to the ceiling, pots and pans hanging on the opposite ends, gently swaying with the ship as she made her way through the sea. The sound of spatula scraping on skillet and the constant repositioning of boiling pots of water created a hectic feeling when accompanied with the thick steam rising from the bubbling brew. Cluttered as it seemed, everything was surprisingly in its proper place. Salt and pepper shakers were repeatedly lifted from and slammed back to the counter, spoons and ladles slid back into their tins after use, still dripping with the sauces.

Marshall raised and snapped his fingers above his head while swirling the contents of the skillet around. More beef. A scraggly soldier peeked a cracked wooden cutting board underneath the raised arm, doing his best to place it in front of the behemoth of a man before him. The large tree-trunk of an arm reached down and slammed the board to the wet counter, the chopped beef on top jumping and resting directly on the board. Generous portions of beef were tossed into the mix, a hearty combination of green vegetables and potatoes. Dipping a ladle into the mix brewing on the burned in front of him, light brown slop was poured onto the mix. After stirring it some more, he jerked a near perfect 90 degree turn to his right, causing the man behind him to jump up in surprise. Obviously the intended occupant of this kitchen, he was still taken aback that this man had barged into his domain, criticizing his meal. Without any type of hesitation he began to prepare a meal not but an hour after evening mess. His eyes were now focused on the plate that had been gently placed on the wooden topped island in the middle of the kitchen, now full with the contents of the skillet.

"Now, try this and tell me if you know what you did wrong."

Quivering, the feeble arm reached out with its now spooned tip, bringing a pile of steaming food to its lips. After tasting it he grew more relaxed, thoughtfully chewing it as he ate, obviously noting the difference in taste to the food he had recently prepared.

"It's the soy. You put too much soy into the mix. I understand that you tried to at least give it some flavor, but you, made it far too salty. We've been at sea for going on three weeks, we've all had our share of salt."

Wiping off his hands with a partly moist dish towel, he folded it and laid it back on the counter.

"Make sure to plan what you're doing next time. You've got the idea, but some refinement never hurt anyone. I expect a better mess next time. So long."

Marshall walked out of the gateway to the kitchen, making sure to duck underneath the crest of it as not to knock his own head. Wiping his forehead with his finger tips and drying them off on his fatigues and leaving the chef devouring his meal. Cracking his back, he turned his attention to the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Ben on July 31, 2008, 05:25:01 AM
 The sentry duty has left Marcus short of breath, and although the sun was not around to affirm it for him, he knew soon enough His shift would be relieved and he could retire to the crew lounge and get some reprieve from the thick fog that had been stifling his breath for the better Part of the last three hours.  The Small curved wall next to the hatch leading to the Lower decks provided a leaning post for Marcus as he watched the beacon of the Other ships faintly  blink in the dense covering fog. three times in as many hours the light had faded from sight, and Marcus was forced to take post a few feet away at the Bow of the ship to survey the water for debris and listen for the foghorns of the other ship to sound. Each Time, there was no debris, and the horns sounded quite promptly, at which point he resumed his casual lean against the Hatch's Neighboring wall.

    A few days prior, before the fog had swallowed the air from around them, Marcus's Position would have been near the ships crows nest, with a Telescope, translating Semaphore code, but the fogs appearance had left the ships to travel closer to each other, to maintain visual contact and communications and a morse code had been employed to circumvent the compromise to communications.

    Before a battle, Marcus was never the type to feel the ping of anxiety, or healthy underlying terror that accompanied most of his peers. He often passed this off as pure recklessness  when drinking with cohorts, but really, until now Fenne's forces had never encountered a serious threat to the magnitude that the convoy faced. Even with danger being so much more tangible and such a reality, Marcus still did not feel it, and that in itself had left a sort of unease to Marcus' thoughts.

   With a deep, crackling chest cough, Marcus spit over the ships deck, into the sea water.
"Damn fog. Never in my life Have I seen any so thick. It pains my chest" Marcus griped to himself.
In fact, it had taken its toll on all the ships crew...A general shortness of breath and the occasional coughing spasm had found its way to all the ships member...even the kitchen and cleaning staff that rarely found their way to the upper decks.
A crew of One Hundred Twenty Soldiers all coughing and wheezing like an asthmatic child.

Soon the sentry shift would be over, and a new soldier would come relieve Marcus Foy of his position.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on July 31, 2008, 06:29:44 PM
John shuffled over as Foy strolled into the soldiers' cabin and sat down a short way away. He looked out of breath - such a complaint had struck all the soldiers who'd gone for sentry duty, including John himself once - and his arrival signalled the end of comfort for another unlucky soldier, who stood up and left grimly. John went back to staring at his locket; Hackett, who had taken to a seat beside John, leaned over.

"Is that your wife and kids?", he asked, his voice full of curiosity and enthusiasm.

John nodded and smiled. "I'm a family man".

Hackett shot him a wry smile, and John knew what I meant. "I'm only four years older than you, Hackett", he added, "you'll be old and obsolete like me soon enough".

Both sat back, and there was a comfortable silence. Hackett broke it after a few moments, leaning across again and saying, "How does your wife feel about you being here?"

John sighed. "She's not too happy, but I suppose she's used to that feeling. Normally I volunteer for the simple, low-risk jobs, just to bring some money in for us. I didn't really have a choice in this one, the commander 'recommended' me for the job. Still, I've promised her I'll be back safe and sound". He smiled and put the locket away, rising slowly to his feet. "Shame we can't say the same about all the lads here".

Hackett bounced up to his feet with more grace. "Let's be the lucky ones then. I'm going to go up on deck for a bit. I know we're not supposed to, but I fancy a look around". John nodded his approval of the idea, and followed up the stairs.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Prpl_Mage on July 31, 2008, 10:57:42 PM
Elias strode down the hallway, the mind in another place, when he noticed the large man.

"Evening Marshall." He called out to him from the distance.

"The wuss." He replied as if he'd expected something else.

"Don't let me bother you." He began and tried to look past Marshall and into the kitchen. But the huge man more or less blocked all view.

"What are you up to?"

"Learning them a lesson." Marshall replied and Elias thought he could see a grin.

"What about you? Just walking through the hallways?"

"Heh, no. Well, not much, to be honest." Elias began and looked around.

"Just trying to find Pack... Seen him around lately?" He continued and scratched his forehead.

"Try the mess hall, that's where people stay after mess." Marshall answered.

"Sounds reasonable enough. I'll make my leave then." Elias nodded with his head and headed back out.

"Join me if you want."

Marshall was possible the best meat-shield in the team after all, and one who probably didn't need the same kind of urgent medical treatment like the rest.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Moosetroop11 on August 03, 2008, 12:03:37 AM
Hackett and John made their way out of the cabin and the former immediately felt the Hulking presence of Marshall. He and Elias were just ahead- walking in the opposite direction of Hackett. The strong beams seemed to strain under Marshall's powerful figure, impossibly large against the relatively slender frame of the healer next to him.

Both of these men had been introduced to Hackett before, at a large briefing before the ships had set sail; he had never really talked to them personally. His fiercely inquisitive nature immediately took over and he excused himself from John's side to approach the disappearing figures.

"Evening. Where are you going?" he inquired, his natural enthusiasm dulled a little by the threatening aura around the large man.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: ZeroKirbyX on August 03, 2008, 07:41:37 PM
The two made their way down the metal hallway, the already small hallway dwarfed by Marshall as he walked down it. Whatever room was left was taken by Elias as he strode beside him. As they approached the intersection of the cabin door and the hallway, John and Hackett made their way out. Inadvertently gaining their attention, the two were greeted by Hackett.

"Evening. Where are you going?" Hackett asked them.

Marshall looked at the two, not noticing the effect he had on the men, as he rarely did. "Ran into Elias here after teaching the chef a lesson. Couldn't believe that mess we had, utterly disgusting. Elias said he was doing... something or other, I forget what."
 
"I was looking for Pack, have you perchance seem him around? Marshall gave the idea of checking the mess hall."

"Well, that's an idea. It's where some people stay after mess." replied John, Elias seemed as if he would have wanted to roll his eyes at the repetition he appeared to be facing.

"Would you boys care to join us?" Marshall asked happily, slapping his large hand on the shoulder of Hackett, a cheerful grin on his face.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Ben on August 03, 2008, 08:22:43 PM
After a good deal of intense coughing and and griping to whoever would lend an ear to it in the crews lounge on the lower deck, Marcus had thought it prudent to soon  make his way back to the mess hall and see what was going to be served for dinner...but no sooner had the thought occurred to him to do so, then an on duty ships messenger barged into the room with delegations from the officers on board.

  "All off duty crew are ordered by Commanding officer MacLellan to muster at the Aft end of the mess hall for a briefing in regards to our current course and ETA. You have five minutes to report"

And with that the messenger was off to the other areas of the ship to relay his news to the rest of the crew.

"Food will have to wait...." Marcus thought to himself, while half musing that there might be some chance food was on the tables already, waiting for him, steaming hot. But wishful thinking didn't have a habit of lingering with Marcus for very long. With a few paces, Marcus was already in the mess hall, only to see he was one of the first there, with the exception of Officer MacLellan and a couple of his own subordinates. Various Sea charts and maps, some rolled up neatly, some weighted down and opened up, and some were being rifled through by MacLellan himself, who seemed a bit frantic....which was quite out of character for a man of his position.

And then, It occurred to Marcus that he had overlooked something. Huddled at one end of the table the officers were occupying was a hunched up wad of fire blankets, with a  mop of wet black hair, dripping wet, and shaking back and forth in a sickly manner. The man appeared to have been thrown overboard, but did not look to be a member of the crew that Foy had run across during his weeks at sea.

   "FOY. Take a seat soldier.  The briefing will begin shortly." MacLellans Number one had Barked at Marcus, which snapped him out of some sort of deep thought...deep enough to stop him from his casual saunter toward the muster point. "YOU GUYS TOO. SIT" he continued to bark over to a group of soldiers who had made their way down the hatch to the far end of the Hall, behind Marcus.

     Something serious was happening, and evidently it meant a change of plans.


( OOC- See the Inn)
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on August 03, 2008, 08:45:39 PM
John turned on the spot as the commanding officer's voice reverberated down the passage. He turned to Hackett and raised his eyebrows; "Looks like something's happening. Action stations". He turned again, and made to walk back down the passage towards the mess hall. After a few moments, he looked back. The other three soldiers were casually making their own way down the passage, Hackett excitedly chattering away to Marshall and Elias. John smiled. There were traits he recognised - Hackett's enthusiasm, Marshall's spirits, Elias' thoughtfulness - they reminded him of his younger self. Nowadays John Sanders had mellowed and settled down somewhat. In some strange sense he thought of himself as a father to the men he'd fought alongside.

He chuckled, and walked off down the passageway, looking back once. He saw Hackett point to him and mumble something to the others. The fact that he knew it was a quip about him getting old and senile made him smile even more.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Fortet on August 04, 2008, 07:24:48 PM
Alex's ears perked up as he heard the message boom through the lounge. He quickly closed the book he had been reading (which he had read through twice - medicine never seemed to let his interests falter) and shoved it into his bag. Scooting his chair back, he slung the bag around his shoulder and began to walk towards the door leading into the crew quarters.

These 'meetings' weren't too often, and usually consisted of something vital - the last one concerning the horrible weather and the new means of travel. Maybe it was the weather messing with his mind, but Alex had an odd feeling about the meeting. Obviously it was important or else it wouldn't have been called. At any rate, he figured he was just a bit paranoid and continued through the hallway.

Alex finally entered the mess hall's hallway, noticing the small group of other soldiers.
"Hey, you guys here for the briefing?"
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Prpl_Mage on August 05, 2008, 12:41:27 AM
Elias walked with the others, a company he didn't have much against, they were good people. He'd barely had the time to speak to some of them though; but his oppinion remained the same.
He just missed the company of a medic like himself. The topics to talk about wasn't as many with the actuall soldiers and being a healer wasn't the most honorable in the eyes of some.
They walked through the corridors and the lone person in front of them was clearly seen. Especially because of that bag.

"Pack! There you are."  Elias pushed his way forward past the others cought up with the medic.

"Been looking for you these last hours or so... Where were you anyway?" He asked as he put a hand on Pack's shoulder.

"Reading, you know me. Just can't stop it." Pack answered and nodded towards his bag, where he obviously kept it.

"I see. Sounds like I missed you in that case." Elias thought and wrinkled his forehead.

"Here for the briefing by the way?"

"Hmm? Ah, yes. Of course. Do you have any idea what's going on by any chance?" Elias looked up as the others closed in on them.

"I doubt he does. I'd say we get there and find out."

They party continued to move with friendly talking between the like-minded as they walked up to the hatch.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: ZeroKirbyX on August 05, 2008, 06:42:04 AM
Shortly the group arrived in the mess hall where many of the soldiers had already gathered. Taking a seat in a small section of open bench, Marshall shoved the men on either side of him outward. With the others taking a seat on the bench opposite he, Marshall rested his chin on the back of his upraised hands. Looking at the rest as they sat, he began to speak over his shoulder, indirectly at the men across from him.

"Any of you boys know what this is all about? Didn't feel the ship rock, 'still have at least a good week to land." he quizzed as rotated his head from the men on the benches around.

"No idea," John replied, "but it must be something important for MacLellan to call a meet in here."

"Hm."
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on August 07, 2008, 10:54:48 PM
Over the few minutes that followed the array of soldiers began to fill up the mess hall, until MacLellan had performed a swift headcount and decided that all were present. He stood up sharply and strode to the front of the room. A few soldiers stood to attention, but MacLellan gestured them back down; he wouldn't want the troops on edge, especially not since there was already so much unrest among the ranks, John speculated. Once the commander had reached the front of the mess hall, he stood waiting, and a dead silence fell.

"Gentlemen", MacLellan began, his relatively informal tone appearing to relax the assembly, "We have received...". He trailed off, and looked over to the quivering man in the corner. John had already noticed the figure. He looked vaguely familiar somehow. Presently he sat huddled among a pile of blankets in the corner of the mess hall, shivering out of cold or fear, and glancing about wildly whenever the ship creaked. "We have received word of the first wave", MacLellan continued.

He paused again, and a buzz of quiet discussion broke out. Hackett leaned across, and mumbled "I thought nobody had heard anything from the first wave. What's he playing at?"

John sat back in his seat and sighed. "MacLellan said word of them, not from them". A dim anxiety rose up in his chest, but he forced it back. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on August 16, 2008, 06:05:13 PM
OOC: See Inn.

After a brief moment the chatter died down. MacLellan strode forward and continued. "The first wave is gone", he said flatly. More chatter rose, and a few soldiers shouted questions. "Where has it gone?", shouted one boisterous youth, "And why didn't we hear anything?". The talk became more fearful, but MacLellan stood on a chair and bellowed for quiet. A sombre silence fell.

"We do not know where the first wave has gone", continued MacLellan solemnly. "In this fog, it is entirely possible that they have drifted off-course, but in these waters it is safer to assume the worst". John nodded grimly. "As to why we had no sign, our scout ship came under attack. They tried to send word" - at this point MacLellan turned to the unknown man huddled in the corner, who nodded as if for affirmation - "but were sunk before signal could be sent. We only found him because we lost sight of the remainder of our wave and were forced to scout by sight". The commander looked over to the soldier who had been on lookout duty previously, still wan and short of breath from the constricting fog. "We are still awaiting signal from the remainder of the wave. I do not know if they have made the same discoveries as us. I am sorry to be so bleak, but I hope you will appreciate my honesty. I shall not lie to my men when their lives are on the line". Without another word he sat down.

It was as though MacLellan had condemned the company to death. Furious shouting rose up until the mess hall was a sea of soldiers standing and yelling and making angry gestures. Marshall jumped to his feet and bellowed for the rowdy youth to be quiet, and John followed suit, with MacLellan bellowing from the front of the room. Eventually order was regained, although it was clear from MacLellan's expression that he had naught more to say.

John took the initiative. "Commander", he began, finding all eyes in the room on him, and Hackett giving him a broad grin, "What are our current plans? Given the circumstances, perhaps sailing on blindly would be foolhardy".

There was a murmur of assent. MacLellan nodded. "Most astute, Sanders. I know why I recommended you for this job. I have seen to it that we will travel no further tonight. We shall remain in a defensive position, as it were. Lookouts will be doubled - Sanders, you may take first watch. I urge you all to relax and avoid panic, but stay alert and battle-ready all the same. Keep your weapons with you. Be prepared for anything". With that, the commander rose and strode to the door of the mess hall. "Dismissed", he said finally, and left the mess hall. Soldiers began to leave immediately.

John rose to his feet awkwardly and stretched. "Strange business", he muttered, which was met by a chuckle from Hackett. "I'm going to my quarters to get my musket, then I suppose I'd better get up on deck. Anyone fancy coming with me?".

John sighed. He hated times like this. He preferred times of calm when he could relax and sent letters to Melinda, but even when that was not possible, he preferred a simple stand-up fight which would be over quickly to hours of tension and uncertainty.

He shook his head grimly and left the room. War was a risky business, and for now, they'd just have to put up with it.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Moosetroop11 on August 16, 2008, 07:30:55 PM
Hackett glanced around and then, quickly and inconspicuously, he pulled out his notebook and scribbled some words in the back pages. The notebook was new, and this was the beginnings of the first entry; if enemy vessels were between the ships and the shore then they were clearly not still engaged in battling the first wave. They are prepared for reinforcements and expect them.

The information Hackett managed to gather here, if brought back, would be invaluable to the full second wave, dictating which strategy they took. The weight of his responsibility struck him quite suddenly and for a moment, he was unaware of the swaying of the ship, the nervous chatter of the soldiers. Then, suddenly, he awoke. Stuffing the notbook into a pocket, he jogged after John. The first sign of news would be on deck and he wanted to be in the thick of it.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Prpl_Mage on August 17, 2008, 10:58:48 PM
Elias remained still all the time. He'd expected something like this all along, that's why he wanted to catch Pack in the first place.

"Well, I guess I better grabb the stuff as well huh?" Elias said as he cought up with reality.

He leaned his head over at Pack who nodded in reply.
"Anything can happen, that's why I keep this bag right here."

"Well then, I'll excuse myself and head over to the quarters." He announced and stood up.
"Better get the bag before the ship sinks." He mumbled and grinned. "Like that would happen" He thought to himself as he made his way out of the room. Pack getting to his feet to follow him, it was better to make sure that they had everything under control anyway.

"Let me know if you want a new partner John" He called as he saw the two of them walk of in the distance.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on August 17, 2008, 11:15:10 PM
Upon reaching his quarters, John strode over to his bunk and leaned over to where his musket hung by a strap at the foot of the bed. In doing so he disturbed his knapsack, and a few sheets of paper and envelopes fluttered out onto the floor. He'd been meaning to write back to Melinda once they were on land, but it didn't look like that would be for a while. He folded a couple of sheets and an envelope into his pocket - once they landed it would be his first priority. He took up his musket and powder satchel, raising it to his shoulder to test his eye. He was no crack shot with the musket, nor did he know how the whole thing worked, but he'd used it long enough to be experienced and comfortable with it. He could hit a target from a safe distance, and that was all that mattered.

He sighed. The entire reason he'd taken up the musket was to keep himself out of trouble. If he could stay behind the front lines, he'd be more likely to be one of the lucky ones, and he'd be going home to his family rightly enough. He felt a slight pang of guilt that the other brave men, no lesser men than he, would be thoughtlessly cut down while he knelt behind them firing into the enemy at his own pace. Still, he'd have to put up with it.

Hackett came in and called out, quickly ducking back at the sight of John wheeling round with his musket raised. After a moment, both broke into laughter. "Little on edge", Hackett chuckled.

John nodded. "Aren't we all". Hackett gathered his equipment, and both filed up the stairs onto deck.

The fog had thickened somewhat. It was difficult to see anything at all, but duty called, and both men set about watching for beacons in the distance. Time passed slowly in an uneasy silence.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Fortet on August 18, 2008, 12:55:58 AM
Alex followed Elias to the quarters. Men passed by them - some were angry, some were worried, and more were in between. This was big news after all, so who could really blame them. Alex had figured out a long time ago that different people deal with stress in different ways. He himself was a bit worried. Like he had said before, anything can happen.

"So, Elias, what do you think might happen now? I mean, it could be a variety of happenings, but what do you think MacLellan is gonna' do?" A bit of worry was beginning to show in Alex's eyes. He could mask any emotion except worry.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Prpl_Mage on August 18, 2008, 02:40:49 PM
Elias grabbed his backpack from the bed. It was already packed, safest that way.

"It sounds to me that he wants us to remain here for now." He answered to Pack's question while making sure that the straps was secured.
"A bit like sitting ducks I guess if our enemy really does know where we are." He continued and turned his head in Alex's direction. He was done, everything was there.

"That's not the best of plans." Alex answered with a sound of anxiety.

"It may not be... But I'm afraid we are out of options at the moment. To continue without recieving words from the other parts of the wave would be truly unwise." He said, certain that he was correct.
"And our enemies would need an impossible large force to beat us on our own ship. So we are safe for now, but as the commander said: better be on our guards.

Pack nodded in the reply and went over to his own stuff, Elias leaned against the wall and waited for his med-partner to get things packed.  As long as they kept their calm; everything would go fine no matter what happened. But by the sight of the crew. This could just get tough.
Title: Re: The Faceless - RP
Post by: Dragonium on August 21, 2008, 06:07:34 PM
Time passed. There was almost dead silence on the sea, broken only by the occasional cough from John or Hackett, and a low, ominous murmuring sound over the water's surface, what sailors would call a "brool". John fell almost into a daydream; due to the rolling of the mist and the calmness of the water, his vision would come and go, and there was very little to see. Little sparkles would flicker in front of his eyes, and he would have to shake his head and focus his thoughts to regain clear vision.

Presently he shook his head again, and started. One of those tiny lights was brighter than the others, and was not dispelled by his efforts. He strained to see - he was sure it was permanent. Out over the bough, several hundred yards away through the fog, was a dim flicker of orange light, only just visible. John leaned over to see it better, and as he did he spoke quietly.

"Hackett", he began, "Tell me you can see that and it's not just my eyes".

Hackett sauntered over, probably glad of something to do, and started. "Yeah", he mumbled, "I can see that. I'll go and fetch MacLellan".

A few minutes passed, with John keeping his eyes fixed on the flickering will-o-wisp in the distance. It seemed almost as though it were sinking slightly, or perhaps moving further away. There was a flurry of footsteps and MacLellan stormed onto the deck, accompanied by Hackett and a few soldiers who had been bold enough to follow. "Gods", MacLellan whispered, "There is life out here after all". He raised an arm and gave some sort of signal, and the ship began to turn, and move in the direction of the light. The deck began to fill up, with many soldiers coming to see what the fuss was about.

There was a general murmur of quiet anticipation, as the ship drew closer and the mist began to clear. At last something large and oddly-shaped came into view; the dancing light became clearer; and a ripple of silent shock spread through the congregation.

Out in the water, apparently having been split completely down the middle, and with her entire front half protruding into the air, was the wreck of one of the earlier second wave ships, its beacon still futilely flickering on the bow.