(Heyo! Are ya still here? Wonder if I came too late ;-:)

(Hello? :3)

i'm here ^^ what chu wanna RP? :3

(Well, I wanted to test out my WoS character Vincent. So yeh, I will be here for a short bit ^0^)

okay ^^ want me to use Jokull or Amaya?

cool, want to continue the Rei and Xenon RP? where we were? :3
-H H

( @Kimio)

(Well, Vincent is a bit of a grumpy guy. So, maybe someone who can tolerate grumpy stern-ness :3)

Both of them can, but Amaya is a bit more happy-go-lucky.
-Haiiro

(Heyo @Hyperion! ^0^)

(Aye, go ahead and choose. I can't idk why xD)

i'll go with Amaya.

what island?

(Okay! ^0^ You starting off or am I? :D)

(Hmmmm....Axelle :D)

okay ^^

hmm... you start

(Okee! *Cracks fingers* Letz geht Krakin :3)

Vincent adjusted the heat of the furnace propelling his slender dirigible. It had fins, wings and a tiller for better manueverabillity through the air. It was his prized possession. Its metal was stained a dark blue to blend into the night sky. He peered over the edge of his prized vessel, the wind roaring fiercely. He inhaled the wind, gleaning information from the gale.

"This smell.....A maelstrom is on its way.....I can feel it...."

Just as he said this, a flurry of droplets beraided him and his vessel. He swept them away from his eyes. The water was cold, cold enough possibly to create hail.

He hears a faint yelling of a soft female voice, it gets closer.
"Heeey! you better land! it's gunna get really windy!" he suddenly sees Amaya swoop up beside him and fly along side his aircraft. "don't want cha getting in a wreck mister."

(sorry, was bringing in the dogs and hugging my parents goodnight)

Vincent heard a voice from the port bow. He kept a firm grip on the tiller as he turned his head, he saw where voice originated, a bird hybrid.

"Your assistance is not required. I am not like most hapless humans. Axelle is dead ahead. And the storm's wind is coming from the eastern straights. I am adjusting my trajectory and tightening the balloon. Just try not to get drenched yourself. I would hate to have to save you because your wings get drenched."

Amaya lowers both her eyebrows. "I've flown through hurricanes before, i can handle a little rain... i can help speed you along if you want"

(Not to be rude. But may I join?)

Sorry, but not tonight, already RPing with 2 ppl. maybe some other time.
-Iron

(Ok.)

The wind and rain started beating down on the dirigible. It seemed to just glide off its slender design. Vincent poured a small vial of blue liquid into the furnace of the vessel. The flames turned blue and increased its speed.

"Me and Morsus Mihi have flown through many storms. I guess you could say that I have a competitive edge over nature.."

Vincent closed his eyes. As he did so, the sphere on his robe glowed. And when it did, the wind and rain started parting around the front of vessel. allowing it to pasd tnrough the storm easier.

Amaya looks at the sky, a bit confused. She looks back at him with a confused look "Are you a mage?"

Vincent stared at amaya and nodded.

"Correct. I am delivering medicine to an orphanage in Axelle. A friend of mine is waiting on the south-eastern dock."

Vincent looked into the distance, he saw an ominous row of contrails.
Turning his head in Amaya's direction, he spoke.

"I would fly carefully. It seems the wyverns have tagged along with the storm. They are not to be trifled with."

(Now I already know dis is a non impact roleplay. As in, there will be next to no violence or conflict. I am merely using wyverns as a mentionable flying carnivorous predator. If they are not allowed, we'll void this post)

Amaya looks where he was "will do, thanks for the tip"

(wyverns are aloud, they are just rare... same with dragons. i already have a conflict in my head xD so...)

(Ah, so we might have a fight scene? I am not against such.)

Vincent flattened his left hand to his chest, than tapped it three times with his right hand in a ball. It was a hand gestured commonly used by sky travellers that mean't: ''No problem'' or ''Don't mention it''

"If you begin to tire from the constant bombardment of the storm, I am obligated to allow you to seek shelter within my wind pocket."

(And cool, Thought I might be overstepping boundaries. Glad to know I didn't ^0^)

"eh, i'm okay, i was looking for a work out anyways"

(nope, no battle scene ^^' i don't like battle scenes... <:l)

(Oh my bad. When you said Conflict. I thought you mean't a battle. Silly ol' me, goofing stuff up xD)

(xD Conflict as in something to make people nervous... xD)

Axelle was just coming into view. The storm seemed to receed the closer they got to the quiet floating island.

"Funny time to seek excercise..."

"funny time to go to another island." she retorts back at him

(Ah, Okee! Awkward moments xD )

(i guess xD)

Vincent scoffed as he tossed a small vial of red liquid into the dirigible furnace. Tne flames became a normal again. No longer a scalding cobalt blue.
"There is nothing ' 'funny' ' about delivering medicine to sick orphans. It is my duty to do so."

"yeah, true... if you don't mind me asking... what are they sick with?" she looks at him, then ahead.

"Humorose Mucose Impetus. Or commonly known as the ' 'Chiran Flu.' ' People believe it originated there. But, none truley know. It is not commonly fatal, but a real nuisance for those who have it. Since it is highly contagious and the fact that it primarily afflicts children."

"oh... poor little guys." she looks sad

Vincent starting easing up on the fuel so that the vessel decended toward the docks.

"More like lucky. They could be in one of the countless orphanages that do not have the funds to pay for any medical supplements."

Amaya lands on the dock and waits for him, a bit depressed now.

Vincent removed the spell he had casted on the Morsus Mihi.
The dark blue vessel descended upon the docks with a dull thud. He grabbed the chain linked to the Morsus Mihi and fastened it to a dock spire to anchor it to the ground.

"Enough of the pouting. To grieve for those you have never met is worthless. I only grieve for my loved ones....The only people that matter."

She gives him a stern look "everyone is somebody's loved one."

Vincent started unloading the boxes from the Morsus Mihi.

"Then let their loved ones grieve for them."

Amaya huffs angerly and gives him a slight glare while crossing her arms

(igtg to sleep, sorry ^^')

Vincent finished unloading the medical supplies unto an industrial push cart.

"Now, you striked me as a very indipendant and mature young woman. Don't make me think otherwise. Now, you can either stand there and stew over my sobering words or enjoy helping me administer these to the orphans. Normally my friend would, but it seems she is a no show again."

(Oh crud. G-night @Kimio! Thanks for the great roleplay! ^0^)

She sighs and lowers her arms "fine... how much does the medicine cost anyway?" she's still a little annoyed that he doesn't even care about others, but she keeps quiet.