Daso gazed at the horizon, his eyes narrowed at the approaching city. He was hoping Dara had received his letter and a letter from her would be waiting for him at this next stop. She'd probably ignore him, but he could at least hope for the best.
Name: Luis Falkov
Age: 18
Gender: Male (FtM)
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: 5'4", curly dirty blonde hair down to the middle of his neck, crystal blue eyes, pale white skin, long legs and short torso
Personality: Protective, usually quiet and reserved, kind, prefers peace over violence (the rest will develop)
Job: Boatswain
Backstory: Luis lived with his mother and little brother in a small house in Trieste. They were quite poor and didn't have many luxuries. (The rest will be revealed later…)
Quirks: He hates when his feet touch the ground while he's sitting. If his feet do touch the ground, he'll lift them up while he sits.
Other: His mom was a doctor, so he knows quite a few medical tips.
Sector of Origin: Trieste
"We're going to stop at the next city soon," Leah answered, not quite answering Baz's question as she looked up towards the taller boy, her green eyes a bit more faded than usual. He could easily tell that Kameo being hurt had taken a toll on her.
"You haven't been drinking too much, have you?" Baz asked, glancing towards the others on the ship as he recognized a few faces; Yeon and Daso so far. He hoped the question hadn't been too blunt, though when he first became a medic, he had made sure to go through all their files and to constantly check up on the crew members and their problems.
"Not…too much," Leah answered with a small pause, as if she were choosing the right words to continue her comment. After a few moments, she turned back towards the water, focusing on it instead.
(What time of day is it?)
Cicada walked up onto the deck and looked off to Sole. She leaned her cross arms against the ships railing as her now cut red hair blew in the wind.
(Shoot I gtg)
Luis stood on the deck, leaning against one of the posts. He honestly had no idea if the post had a name; he was still new to this pirate thing. He hadn't made any friends here yet, which didn't surprise him.
Name: Zanna Storm
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Short choppy black hair with dark purple tips, sharp violet right eye, light brown skin, freckles on her face and upper shoulders, black eyepatch over her left eye, prosthetic underneath her left knee, and one replacing her right arm.
Personality: Cut off, childish, witty, does the thing where if you ask for a hand she throws her prosthetic.
Job: Surviving, jk mechanic/repairman
Backstory: Shtuff, but she did 'die' in front of Cicada so her current state of alive is a bit of a mystery.
Quirks: Quirks
Other: Other
Sector of Origin: Born in Anjou currently residing in Sole.
(She good?)
(Looks great!)
(Yay!)
Zanna had spotted Cicada's wanted poster in Sole. She had almost doubled over laughing, Cicada was alive. And she was a pirate again, that was typical wasn't it. She had been waiting at the port in Sole. The Andromeda would have to come here someday.
Yeon pushed to his feet with a grunt, humming some upbeat tune to himself. He looked at the bottle, deciding that he should probably put it back in the kitchen so Joanna doesn’t get too mad.
(@ShadeStar do you think Zanna and Dara should meet before the Andromeda gets there?)
Dara sat on the front steps of the library, Daso's letter still in her hands. She'd received it a few days ago now. She'd cried for a while, of course, and then shook herself out of it. Why would she cry? She wasn't an emotional person, anyway. Action was better. What better way to prove she wanted to mend their relationship than by running away with him? She crumpled the letter and crammed it into her pocket.
(Sure! :P)
"What the hell is that," Dara mumbled suddenly, her eyes glued to a newcomer walking down the street a few yards away. She had an eye patch and purple and black hair. That wasn't something you see every day in a place like Sole. "God, I'm so intimidated," she whispered to herself in awe.
Zanna walked down to the port. She saw no new ships and let out a slight sigh, her body rested against the wall. She rubbed at her eye as she scanned the horizon looking for any new ships. Where was it?
"So, I'm following her for reasons unknown to even myself," she continued to mutter to herself as she headed towards the port, her bag slung over her shoulder. "I mean, what if she knows Daso, right? She looks like a pirate. Alluring, but filthy." She glanced down at the bracelet on her wrist. "What am I getting myself into?"
Zanna glanced over at the girl who had been following her. She looked like someone from Sole, and well, Zanna didn't. Most knew to keep their distance, but not this girl apparently. A small smile flicked onto her face as she sat down and took off her prosthetic leg. It needed a tune up anyway.
"Holy shit she just took off her leg," she gasped. "The prosthetic looked so real. I wonder where she got it. Sole's prosthetic limbs are pathetic at best." She paused. "Heh, pathetic, prosthetic." She fiddled with her bag. "I want to ask. But she scares me." She walked a bit closer, pretending to gaze out over the ocean, both hoping and fearing the girl would notice her.
Zanna kept working on the leg, but spotted the girl getting closer. Without looking up she said, "What do you want?"
"Where'd you get your prosthetic?" Dara demanded, her heart racing. She pulled her bag closer to her. Was this a good idea? What if she mugged her and stole her bag? She didn't seem that friendly. Wow, she had so many regrets already and she'd only said one thing so far.
"Made it myself," Zanna responded. She reattached the limb and stood up. Testing it with light weight to make sure it hadn't been put on wrong, "With the help of a few dead friends."
Dara blinked, narrowing her eyes at the leg. "It's incredibly elegant. And the motions are so fluid." She glanced away. "I'm something of an inventor. Well, not really. I like to read books and pretend I'm an inventor. I'm more of a closeted genius."
Zanna chuckled a little, "Thank you. Now if I can ask, why are you here at the port? Normally people who like books aren't."
(I've gtg.)