Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

[33Kitty]

Amaya- Cloud- Medic

The small girl's bare feet pounded against the airship's deck as she ran. Amaya ran for no reason really, other than to feel the wind whip through her loose hair, and for the sheer thrill of sprinting recklessly. She didn't mind being this close to the slender railings, despite the fact that they were the only thing between her and a plunging free-fall, despite that fact that such a fall was unavoidably a once in a lifetime occurrence. The constant breeze that came with a life in the skies danced slivered and crip around her lithe form, and she found herself giggling giddily as she slowed to a stop. Far above, the heavens stretched, vast and seemingly endless.

Her destination may have seemed a bit odd considering why she was there, but Amaya knew, after several years with the Cloud pirates, that everyone seemed to congregate here even when it wasnt meal time. Thus, the tiny medic found herself standing just outside the galley's door, and after a moment's wait, she slipped inside, not wanting to disturb the cooks needlessly. Within an instant, she saw a welcome sight.

"Ki~ki!" she sang out, hurrying over the the older girl's side. "What have you been up to?"
Even though their only similarity appearance wise was their dark, almost choclaty hair, Amaya often caught herself pretending that Kiki was her elder sister. To her, Kiki was somebody to look up to, as she was what she considered a true sky-pirate: kind and strong, but still witty and fun to be around.

((I'm posting on my phone, so I honestly have no idea how long this is. I'll be able to fix it and do formatting and stuff as soon as I get home.))

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- { Cɾïṡïṡ Pïɾατε Alεχαṉḋɾïα Sτøɾṃ } -
“Do it today, it might be illegal tomorrow.”

Honestly, she had to wonder sometimes how things ever got done around here. So many questions. Was it all children that asked irritating questions? Or just Frankie? She was in half a mind to shove him down the waste pipe and find some tweezers to fix the clog. But, doing so would be a bad idea, it would be kind of obvious that she'd done it, and she'd never get away with it. Even is she were crew to the infamous Crisis pirates who were known for brawn over brain.

So with an exasperated sigh, one that was clearly close to irriation, she said; "Does it really matter right now? A clog is a clog!" The two sentences echoed up and down the corridor as if to amplify her irriation at the trainie mechanic. She strode past him, mumbling profanities under her breath. "Gee I tell you something is urgent and it's like playing twenty questions. would you like me to describe the color and texture of the clog too? Write it down and draw you a diagram?"

She headed right to the end of the corridor, combat boots causing thuds to echo throughout the ship as they slammed against the floor. She threw open the heavy metal door with ease. She wasn't a weakling, she spent her days working with machinary. Machinary that eveyone else seemed to think was less interesting then flying or fighting. Alex would take machinary any day, after all, it was incredibly interesting and she tended to spend a lot of time working with cogs and sprokects (speaking of which, it would probably be a good idea to replace those sometime soon).

Without even a glance back, she slipped inside the engine room and headed over to the blocked machine. The whole room was a jumble of cables and wires and pipes and tools that hadn't been tidied away. But the lack of care Alex gave was minimal. She inspected the machine that was blocked once more, Frankie would have to go under it to sort it out, a space which she couldn't fit into.

She was tempted to leave the boy to his own demise, but of course, that wasn't responsible of her and would mean that she was a bad influence (like she didn't know that already). So with a resignating sigh she waited for the boy she was tempted to nickname 'slow coach' to show up. As she waited, she rested her hands on the desk behind her and lent back, to find that there was a white board tied to something like a label. If someone had been messing with he machines, there was going to be all heck to pay... She gave the board another quick glance as she waited for Frankie. She was tempted to break into a well known song used at football matches on the Earth below.

Oh what the heck, it'll be funny.

"Why are we waiting?
Why are we waiting?
"W-why are we waiting...?

As she repeated what little she knew of the song, namely four words, she had to stop herself carrying on and breaking into dance as well.


{{Ooc: Apologies for the shorter posts earlier, I find it hard to think when I'm low on sugar and I was suffering a sugar crash. My sugar levels are back to normal now however.}}

[SmileyWily]

Frankie, Crisis Mechanic in Training
Frankie glares as she snaps at him. He was only asking a simple question. A question that shouldn't have annoyed her as much as it did. Well, he was no Cloud mechanic. He sighed as he followed Alex into the engine. He looked over at her as she chanted those four words. Frankie shook his head at her and walked over to the brown box.
He tossed his satchel to the floor and turned to her. He pulled down the bandanna and asked, "What am I supposed to do?" He pulls the bandanna back up after he coughed from the dust and steam. He felt himself getting dizzy from the vapor. He hated what steam did to him. He has even passed out from steam while in one of the many illegal fights he had been in, and he didn't want that to happen to him while he was working. Alex probably wouldn't know he was passed out and he'd die from the fumes and toxic gases. He just hoped it wouldn't happen at this horrible time.
He placed a hand on the box and felt it vibrating from the clogged pipe. The build-up was bad and he knew it would back up and blow the air back to kill all the ship occupants in a matter of days. That would be a slow, painful death that he wouldn't want to go through.

[Hobo!]

Mitch; Crisis Fighter
The girl gave a yelp, but quickly brought it back in as a well-aimed kick caught her off guard in the side. She was dazed, but not enough for him to be able to grab her around the neck. Now that would just be careless of her, would it not? Mitch quickly ducked under his grab, her waist protesting with a small burning pain. She didn't let it show of course. Why seem weak when she could show off, let him know that he wasn't the only fighter on this ship.
Instead of the reflex her body wanted her to give, which was the obvious answer to anybody that wasn't used to fights like this, so anybody that wasn't on the Crisis airship if she must say, to run, she instead stepped to the side in a swift motion. She brought her bare hands up to the front of her face, quickly throwing a side-cut to the right hand area of Skye's cheek. She wasn't one to draw a lot of blood in pointless brawls like this, much less break a bone. So of course the girl wouldn't aim for her crew-mate's nose.... Due to previous experiences.
Mitch had been a practiced fighter, using her fists and her sword since she boarded this ship. The first day actually. Supposedly she was staring at some fighter funny, and he didn't like it. Next thing she knew, she was pummeled to the ground, unused to the impact of a body against hers. Her reaction was idiotic, throwing empty puches anywhere she saw body, which in her case, was everywhere. No to mention the squirming legs that were still pinned under the man. Eventually, after a few punches at her own face, she socked the guy right in the nose. His response was a loud curse, and a pool of blood falling on Mitch's shirt and even on her own face. She wasn't allowed to get a real change of clothes for a week, sporting the red-brown blood stain on her white shirt for the longest time.

[Noel]

Melody
Cloud Fighter

"Far too few hours." Mel agreed with a nod. True she could have taken an hour here and there to learn to do something other then fight, but that was her talent. Mechanics made her head hurt, she was as reckless a flier as the Cloud group had ever seen, and Mel's ADHD kept her from focusing on anything that didn't involve running and stabbing for more then a few minutes. No surprises why she was finding being injured insufferable. She wasn't one to tell tales, but rather one to react them with a few practice swords and a fencing partner. Assuming she wasn't busy on the battlefield anyways. Many fighters tried to avoid fighting when they could as to prevent unnecessary bloodshed -heaven forbid they end up like those bloodthirsty Crisis pirates!- but Mel was always a volunteer. It was that blind eagerness that got her injured, naturally.

"Smart girl." Mel commented with a grin, but like Quiana she respected others jobs; without people like that girl they would have starved long ago, the ship would have fallen into disrepair and disorganization, etc. Following after the cheery other girl quickly, ignoring the pain from where her leg had been slammed during that last fight, Mel was immediately entranced by the smell of food that flooded into her mind. Ah, she had forgotten about that aspect of the kitchens, something she rarely got to enjoy. but it made her hunger much more apparent, and it growled loudly like a feral beast that wanted nothing more to tear into a meal. Hopefully the noise was quiet enough that it wouldn't draw attention her presence, for Mel had no desire for someone who knew she was restricted to tasteless heath mush to make an appearance.

"Just remind me at som'point, 'cause I'll prolly forget if you don't." Mel replied, giving no response to the comment about who gave Ki-ki the shirt but vowed to find whoever it was and pound them into the ground. "And yeah, you're 'lot taller then when I last saw 'ya." She gave the smaller girl's head an endearing pat that might not have been exactly common in Cloud ground, but the habits from her first country died hard. Besides, she meant nothing diminutive about it, and she meant what she said. Quiana had to be at least two inches taller then Mel remembered, perhaps someday she'd catch her in height, although Mel still had about seven inches on her which would probably be a bit hard to make up. Finding a chair and pulling it up to her side to sit, Mel was just about drooling at the idea of cheese.

"That sounds great. Anythin' that ain't that tasteless... stuff." Hearing the cook, Mel looked away as if to help her remain unrecognized. Thankfully it seemed that the cook who disagreed didn't know of the orders regarding Mel's food though, thankfully. She let out a quiet breath of relief when the cook was gone, before looking back to Kiki. "So, anythin' interesting happen to ya while I've been busy?" Mel had spent most of the past few weeks on the ground world, fighting in the brawl for information about LF. A lot had happened, but she wasn't sure what she had missed on the ship.

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(sorry they are not super long, I am doing this all on my phone at the moment)

Sara, Crisis Flyer

"OOF" The crash was not as bad as it could have been, but it was hard enough to knock Sara back a step or two. Not to out done by Skye's colorful varity of swears she let loose a string of her own swears, that if said anywhere would have gotten her arrested. For a few ackward seconds she stood there rubbing her forehead looking at Skye as he reeled back. Obviously had taken the worst of the blow because he cept on hand on his forehead even after Sara had lowered hers.
"Don't be I should've be watching where I was going." as Co-Captian and as someone that she held some respect for, Sara didn't want to get a bad wrap with a higher up, it would just make things harder for her. She was slightly startled as another girl walked by bumping into Skye, but she was mostly unconcerned even after she heard the prod that she made at Skye. About to move off she backed off a few steps as the two of them proceeded to engage in a fight. For a while she just watched, it was fine to let a couple of fighters go at it that is what they trained for after all however for all the rumors that the crew passed about her being totally blood seeking she didn't really like fights all that much, unless the were play fights.

"HEY! Come on take it to the training room." striding foreword she tried to pry them apart. At this point Sara was just trying to stop the conflict before it escalated it to a full on sword fight as she had left hers own sword in her room as it could be a pain to fly with if there was not an immediate danger around. Suddenly she remembered that she had to ask Skye where Ren was. This morning she had been told that she was going to be his mentor and she had been on her way to search for him when she had been asked to give an experimental craft a test fly. She had completely forgotten about it till now (taking a free fall plunge had a tendency to do that to your memory.)

Max, Cloud Stratagist

Thu-thunk. The sharp sound of a compact metal telescope jolted Max awake. He had fallen asleep upon the large desk that had been set up in one corner of the large planning room just for him again. His head felt sore from being pressed against the hard wood for the few hours the boy and been asleep and his hair had a tousled look to it. Slowly he reached over and picked up the fallen telescope looking at it not quite understanding for a few seconds. Then he reliezed, they must be turning, meaning they had set a course. Also in turn meaning that there would be some action and they would need a plan. Pushing himself to his feet faster than his legs could wake up so that for the first few steps he stumbled like a new born fawn he made his way over to the door descending the set of stairs that lay just beyond the door with three large leaps. Taking a direct and precise path he headed for the kitchen, and place where he could get something to eat before getting back to work and where he could learn what was being planned.

[Hobo!]

{Uh... For the post to Skye and Mitch, Mitch does have her sword, it just isn't drawn. And no blood has been shed. They're both currently "fighting" but there is no blood involved ^^"}

[ET4252]

(Oh Sorry, for some reason I read her memory of getting beat up as part of her fight with Skye, I will change it in a second.)

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- { Cɾïṡïṡ Pïɾατε Alεχαṉḋɾïα Sτøɾṃ } -
“Do it today, it might be illegal tomorrow.”

She tapped her fingers against one of the machines as Frankie finally walked in. Her fingers were the only aspect of her that wasn't decorated with bright colors and diddn't reflect her lively personality. She had tried nail polish, but finding one day, after she'd spent half an hour working on stripy and spotty nails, that she ended up accidentally getting greese and oil all over her hands, she'd had to wash the lot off since the greese stuck to it. Sticking stuff like jewels to her nails didn't work earlier, and she'd had to apologize profusely when someone found dimante splurting out of one of the kitchen taps. Oops.

She watched him play yo-yo with the bandana, pulling it up and down. Why he wore that bandana she had no idea, the fumes were only bad when the engine was going at full pelt, that was when you needed to cover your face, no matter who you were. It smelt horrid, it smelt like burning metal and greese when the engine was going at capacity. Alex always found a way to be somewhere else when that was the case. Repairs in here would have to wait if it was smelly. Other times, she was used to it, it didn't bother her any more, though she did suffer from more coughs and colds than anyone else on the ship since she spent so long down here. Perhaps she should consider a mask of some sort.

When the kid began asking questions once more, she reached under the machine and flicked a catch, exposing the machinary that moved completely in sync with each other. Only this machine didn't. Two of the pistons seemed to be jammed, repeatadly trying to push something, and stopping and jarring halfway down. A bit further down the pipes they were connected to, Alex tapped four of the pipes that would need removing, cleaning and replacing. "Though you have to stopper the pipe when you take them out." She rummaged through her belt for some wax and made her way to a larger pipe on the floor to show him what she meant.

The pipe on the floor was a cut off, just randomly discarded. She took a bit lump of wax from the pot she'd gotten out, and bunged it down the end of the pipe, it acted like a cork did for a bottle. She pulled the wax off the pipe and stuffed it back in the pot. "You need to take a pipe out, and stopper the pipe in the machine to make sure it doesn't pump air from in here into the ship. Then you just clean out the inside of the pipe, take out the stopper, and put the pipe back in. Hey presto." Her whole speech was delivered with as much enthusiasm as a kid had for school.

"Comprende?" It was just a habit of hers to switch to French sometimes, she'd grown up in the French town of Lillie and it was only natural that her first language was French.

[Noel]

Skye Briht
Crisis Fighter and Co-Captain

Skye was disappointed that Mitch wasn't forced back much with the kick to her side, quickly drawing his leg back to the ground to dance back a step. It was too late to avoid the side-cut towards his face; Skye had known the kick left him open to retaliation, but had decided it was worth it. He managed to turn his face first to damped then blow, but it left a sharp pain and what would probably be a bruise after a few more minutes. Even if he had been the one to technically start the fight(though in his eyes it was Mitch's fault as she had called him 'miss') the blow left him with a boiling anger as well, and Skye was not good at holding that back. It was a skill that he would have to get someday. As the ship Captain had told him: 'I didn't pick ya to be my successor for your intelligence, and I 'ertainly didn't for your merciful mind. Reason is you ain't easy to kill. But ya gotta stop attackin everyon' kid.' Skye still winced when the conversation played back in his mind. But as far back as Skye knew, the only that belonged with him was weapons, the only interaction he wanted with people was to fight them. Skye was one of few who had been asked to join the pirates, not asked them to let him join. And he had not let them down, with a fight-success record beyond what many had doubled.
Mitch might not aim for her crew-mates nose, but Skye would. A broken nose wasn't fatal or impairing, now was it? But it was painful, which made it something he would like to give to Mitch. Step-siding in the direction his head had been hit, Skye ducked down around Sara's arm. He had no intention of going to the training room; there were people there to see that the fight had occurred. Utterly ignoring what she said, Skye aimed punch to Mitch's already kicked side, bringing his arm that had already been near her neck to try to hook around her head again to make her unbalanced or better yet fall.