Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

[Noel]

((I knew there was something I was forgetting... DX Anyways, just send me an angry PM whenever that happens. >_>
This is a very short post, I apologize. In a rush helping my account partner work on a RP idea and study for finals. ))

Mel, Cloud Fighter

Mel was a bit distracted, as normal for her. Fighters were supposed to be focused people, Mel was not, or at least not when she wasn't on the battlefield. Away from the clash of swords, sounds of exclamations made by tired voices, the scent of blood.. her mind was always elsewhere, looking ahead towards what could be happening. Mel was, as normal for her, plotting how to be able to fight in the upcoming battle despite being on strict orders from the medics to stay far away from fighting. As normal, she would find a way. The small of cheese and egg was practically hallucinogenic to her as well, which didn't help with the lack of focus.

She snapped back to attention, quite transfixed with her elaborate plans and watching Quiana cook -something no fighter was even slightly good at- thankfully missing the sight of the girl shaking those awful health flakes into the omelet. She wouldn't have touched it if she had seen for sure, being hopelessly immature about food even though pirates rarely had many options and the flakes would surely be tasteless and help her to recover. She grinned at the question, placing her elbows on the table and leaning her head on a hand. Another thing fighters weren't so good at was general manners, but then again no pirate was.

"We got new info. Someun up north says to have a map. We're headed 'ere fast as we can. Gonna fight wit' Crisis for sure." Mel's tone was cheery and light; the idea of another battle on their ever-growing quest for LF was quite the exciting thought for most of the Crisis soldiers alone, but Mel had a bloodlust that many Cloud fighters were spared from having."We've got bout half a day before we get there. Captain should be calling us soon enough."

[SmileyWily]

Frankie, Crisis Mechanic in Training
Frankie takes the jacket that Tor held out to him and nodded a thanks. He sat down and watched Tor run off. He set the pillow behind his head as he lay back. He asked, "Are you speaking French?" He closed his eyes and coughed lightly. That was the steam in the air that was messing with his system once again. Or was it the gases this time.
Frankie felt like he would fall asleep, even seconds after he had asked Alex a simple question. But it was the hum of the engine. The whirring and buzzing that filled his ears. He loved that sound, but he used to hats it to death. Luckily, he had grown to love that lullaby that constantly filled his mind while he was down here. Frankie couldn't compare that to the sound of sizzling bacon. That was by far his favorite sound in the world. At least what he had seen of it.
Frankie opened his eyes after a few seconds, feeling queasy, but it was just the steam and gases effecting his. It was as if he was allergic to steam, but he would be dead by now if that was the true case here. It was almost as if it was true though.
A cough threatened to escape, but he opened his mouth and breathed shakily. He felt like he might die, but hopefully that wouldn't happen. At least not anytime soon.

[Placebo Effect]

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

"Oui-- I mean yes." Alex answered Frankie and then attempted to figure out what on earth Tor was doing with her hand, did he want to dance or something like that? That had better not be the reason, she wasn't dancing for anyone. She watched him run off, and wanted to follow him, her heart yearning for fun and adventure that she wouldn't get by staying stuck down here - yet someone needed to look after Frankie and she felt no obligation to leave the poor kid by himself.

She sat down next to him, gently moving his hair out of his eyes and checking his temperature as if she were a nurse and Frankie the patient. She was worried about him, no offense to Frankie but he wasn't as strong in physical condition as other people were and it was likely that things that affected some, would affect him in much worse a way. Alex caught one of his arms and carefully pulled him to his feet, taking as much of his weight as she could. "Come on Frankie, let's go see if we can find you a medic?" She hoped he'd agree and come willingly to go find a medic, or she'd smack him around the head with a hammer and drag him there if need be - though she understood that would be more help than hinderence in this situation.

Rule #1 in the medic's journal, never heal a patient like Alexandria Storm. She tended to cause more harm than help when trying to help out in the medic's hospital of 'creepy equipment'. She'd gone over there to help out when there was a busy day, everyone thought that because Alex was used to working with putting machines together, finding out problems, stuff like that - that she'd be able to help out... They were wrong and it had been amusing. She'd swapped many of the tools for her own accidentally, tried to use a spanner as a stephoscope, and the final straw had been when she'd attempted to knock someone out since they wouldn't lie still. It was sutiable to say, Alex was banned from attempting to help out in anything that wasn't engines or mechanics.

[SmileyWily]

Frankie, Crisis Mechanic in Training
Frankie stood up and held Tor's jacket in one hand. He looked up at her, but then she answered the question on his mind. A medic. He didn't remember seeing a medic, ever. But maybe Alex had met one after her years on the ship. And she was more social than him, even though he had met most people on the ship. Frankie knew the ship was quite social though. Pirates were almost always social. That's why Frankie was weird. Well, different, from most pirates.
Frankie stood shakily on his feet, staring blankly at the ground. He takes a step toward the ladder that would take then to the lowest deck where people lived. Where the air would finally be cleaner than the stuff that he was breathing down here. He couldn't wait as he almost staggered, looking drunk as he neared his safety. "Do you think it would be hard to learn Mandarin? I feel like it would be hard. Maybe German and Norwegian. If I knew Norwegian I could speak to Swedish and Dutch people. Wouldn't it be great to speak all those languages and be a pirate. Especially since pirates travel so much."
Frankie was rambling again, going on and on about the languages he would like to learn. The ones that people on the ship might know. Everybody on this ship was from a different place, possibly even another country. It would be spectacular to be good with many languages.

[33Kitty]

((I'm just checking in, as I don't think I'm really in a fit state to be writing at the moment, especially after testing all day and stressing over writing a statement/reason proof proving the relationship between the two triangles that make up a square tile drawn in two-point perspective.... Anyways, that is to say, Kitty=very stressed right now. So Kitty no be posting until school goes bye-bye and she gets back from Paris.))

[ET4252]

(I know what you mean, not much school left, and it is still so stressful)

Sara

Blinking once slowly Sara took a step back and nodded her head towards a set of stairs that could be seen to be leading upwards. "We'll head up to the cockpit for now, see what you know. Then maybe later we'll head to the hanger bay and see what you can do." With that she moved off towards the stairs. The flyer who was currently maning the cockpit at the moment would welcome the break that Ren and she would provide besides they had some time before they arrived at their destination. Plenty of time workout what Ren knew, needed to know and then start their first lesson. She wondered how much Skye had taught him, considering he was much more of a throw-you-out-of-the-nest-and-hope-you-grow-wings sort. While sometimes this was a good approach it could be a bit nerve wracking for first time flyers. Climbing the last set of stairs leading to the cockpit she paused at the door with one hand on the door handle she asked "have you flown the big ship yet?" Unlike smaller crafts this great hulking tub of a ship had an array of controls that was liking trying to work with a table covered in glasses, you could not help but a couple over once in while.

(waiting for Ren)

[Artesian]

[Ooc: Okay... I was thinking that Tor would have to try to communicate with someone regarding the ship's altitude. The other pirates on the ship might start feeling woozy or lightheaded, especially those that had been fighting. There could be a bit of turbulence and worry and excitement before they get over the mountains.

I don't know who I should have Tor speak to though. Skye? Ren? Sara? Kiero? Any volunteers?]

[ET4252]

(You could have him talk to Sara, she is up in the cockpit about to take over flying with Ren.

And about the light headedness as a pilot Sara is more used to extreme altitudes however after a while it will start to get to her.)

[Artesian]

TOR - Crisis Navigator

It only took Tor a few moments to find the maps. He snagged a pen from the desk and a pad of paper, and raced off again, down the hallway. He began breathing hard - natural, as he'd run up two decks and across a third, but... he didn't. He couldn't. He stopped, staggering to a halt in the empty hallway. He leaned on the wall and breathed hard to get his air back. We're too high.

He didn't have time to go to Skye, he realized. They needed to get down now. They didn't have oxygen masks for everyone on the ship - it had been designed for adults years ago, before it was crewed by cheaper, lighter and more desperate children. He hoped Frankie would be okay. He pushed himself off the wall again - feeling much better, the wooziness he'd first noticed under the ship fading slowly - and continued down the corridor. The cockpit was two flights overhead (why did this ship have to be so tall!) and he'd be there.

He threw open a hatch near the end of the hallway, as far forward as you could go on this level, and climbed up the ladder to the next level. And the next. And finally, he was there. He poked his head out of the hatch in the floor, and saw Ren (who was staring at the controls of the ship nervously) and Sara (talking kindly to him in an effort to calm him). Hmm. Well, at least they probably wouldn't dispute his suggestions. He pulled the maps out from under his arm, flopped them on the ground and pulled himself through the hatchway. He pulled out his notepad. With these two, there was no way he could sign out his worries. How would you even gesture about oxygen and atmospheric pressure anyway.

He wrote, in large, even letters: [WE R 2 HIGH. OXYGEN IS LOW. WE HAVE 2 GO LOWER DOWN, OR WE WILL FAINT & DIE.]

Tor wasn't much one for subtlety when writing. He handed the pad to Sara, and gestured at the map, with the Oxygen levels written in meticulous red ink along the side of the map, with the altitude peaks of the mountains.

TOR is with Sara and Ren inside the Cockpit.