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driftfleet2018-07-28 10:45 am
warpandweft) wrote in driftfleet2018-07-28 10:45 am
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mistress of my ship
Who: Alucard Emery and YOU
Broadcast: Partial!
Action: Around Yaugur; aboard the Wonderduck
When: Through the Month
it's not piracy if it's privateering
[So. The thing is: Even if privateering had been a thing that Alucard did simply because he'd effectively been banished from London, he'd actually...enjoyed it. The skill of it, the excitement. For all the time he's been in this particular fleet, he's never found the opportunity nor felt the urge to indulge, however. He gets by well enough without that.
But here! There are ships that remind him more of home at least, no matter that they still float through the air and not over the water. They're still not as much the metal contraptions they live on now and he likes that.
It takes him about a week to find a crew. He's not interested in the pirates, beholden to no one. His only stint at piracy was when he had had no other option and he isn't keen to be punished for that a second time. It turns out, however, that there are a certain amount of trade disputes between various hamlets. And where there are trade disputes, there often comes the need for ships to defend their own. And occasionally to recoup their losses.
Which is to say that he can be encountered in a number of different places while doing this particular kind of work. Perhaps you're working as a guard on a merchant ship which is suddenly under attack. Alucard may not be able to do much with the mist - to his deep surprise and disappointment - but he's a formidable foe with air and water nonetheless. Perhaps you, too, enjoy the shadier side of things and happen to have been hired by the same crew.
Additionally, as part of the crew, he can easily be found gracing the seedier taverns and pubs across many islands, socializing up a storm and unafraid to approach anyone who looks either familiar.]
theatergoing
[As much as he enjoys swashbuckling adventures, Alucard also enjoys refinement. With the money he collects from his service to the merchants he has ample funds to attend the theater.
Catch him dressed up and spiffy, all gold and black, enjoying the shows. Maybe you've been invited to share his private box, maybe he's enjoying a drink before or after the show. Regardless, he's ever his friendly self, buying people drinks and flirting his way around the room.]
that one with the nightmares
[Between the privateering and the hinted promise of treasures below the deep, Alucard has not a small amount of exposure to the mist. Early on, he'd purchased a reasonably well-made mask to deal with that. He'd been assured by the members of his crew that it would hold up, even though they spend more time deeper in the mist than some other ships.
...Something goes wrong. In the middle of a job, in the middle of a dive into the mists - he's likely to have invited someone along or volunteered to be accompaniment to an attempt - his mask lets in a little too much mist. Cracks, or breaks down.
It means that suddenly in front of him, there's a young man. Beautiful brown skin, a riot of brown curls, a golden crown sitting slightly askew atop them. The smile that he gives Alucard is dazzlingly bright and Alucard steps forward at once, eyes wide with surprise but also wonder.]
Rhy!
[At that exact moment, the young man's eyes widen too. With fear and pain, as his hands fly to his chest. He presses them against his flesh as if to staunch a wound, but there isn't any blood. He falls to his knees.
Alucard rushes forwards, his expression shifting from wonder to dread. He attempts to grab Rhy's shoulders but it's no use. Doesn't matter to him, affected by the mist as he is.]
Rhy, no, not again! Stay with me.
network
[The video opens...to a fluffy white paw batting at the camera?
Bap. Bap bap. Bap bap bap.
Suddenly: a pink nose and more white fluff. A hint of purple eyes.
BAP.
The comm falls over with a loud sound, the view on the broadcast showing the ceiling of one of the crew quarters. From offscreen:]
Esa, leave that alone.
[Alucard's voice is definitely way too amused and indulgent to be issuing a command. The face of the perpetrator reappears in the feed. It appears to be a very white cat with deep purple eyes. It noses at the screen, and then moves off. The sound of footsteps can be heard as Alucard comes over to investigate and to set the comm right again.
When he gets close enough to notice that it's transmitting - and by that measure, close enough for his face to be seen up above - his lips quirk into a smile. The comm is picked up, and he turns it around to focus on the cloud of a cat now lounging on his bed like she did nothing wrong.]
Well? It seem like you wanted to make your introduction. Say hello, Esa.
[She...doesn't. Alucard turns the comm around again to shrug eloquently at the camera.]
Cats.
Broadcast: Partial!
Action: Around Yaugur; aboard the Wonderduck
When: Through the Month
it's not piracy if it's privateering
[So. The thing is: Even if privateering had been a thing that Alucard did simply because he'd effectively been banished from London, he'd actually...enjoyed it. The skill of it, the excitement. For all the time he's been in this particular fleet, he's never found the opportunity nor felt the urge to indulge, however. He gets by well enough without that.
But here! There are ships that remind him more of home at least, no matter that they still float through the air and not over the water. They're still not as much the metal contraptions they live on now and he likes that.
It takes him about a week to find a crew. He's not interested in the pirates, beholden to no one. His only stint at piracy was when he had had no other option and he isn't keen to be punished for that a second time. It turns out, however, that there are a certain amount of trade disputes between various hamlets. And where there are trade disputes, there often comes the need for ships to defend their own. And occasionally to recoup their losses.
Which is to say that he can be encountered in a number of different places while doing this particular kind of work. Perhaps you're working as a guard on a merchant ship which is suddenly under attack. Alucard may not be able to do much with the mist - to his deep surprise and disappointment - but he's a formidable foe with air and water nonetheless. Perhaps you, too, enjoy the shadier side of things and happen to have been hired by the same crew.
Additionally, as part of the crew, he can easily be found gracing the seedier taverns and pubs across many islands, socializing up a storm and unafraid to approach anyone who looks either familiar.]
theatergoing
[As much as he enjoys swashbuckling adventures, Alucard also enjoys refinement. With the money he collects from his service to the merchants he has ample funds to attend the theater.
Catch him dressed up and spiffy, all gold and black, enjoying the shows. Maybe you've been invited to share his private box, maybe he's enjoying a drink before or after the show. Regardless, he's ever his friendly self, buying people drinks and flirting his way around the room.]
that one with the nightmares
[Between the privateering and the hinted promise of treasures below the deep, Alucard has not a small amount of exposure to the mist. Early on, he'd purchased a reasonably well-made mask to deal with that. He'd been assured by the members of his crew that it would hold up, even though they spend more time deeper in the mist than some other ships.
...Something goes wrong. In the middle of a job, in the middle of a dive into the mists - he's likely to have invited someone along or volunteered to be accompaniment to an attempt - his mask lets in a little too much mist. Cracks, or breaks down.
It means that suddenly in front of him, there's a young man. Beautiful brown skin, a riot of brown curls, a golden crown sitting slightly askew atop them. The smile that he gives Alucard is dazzlingly bright and Alucard steps forward at once, eyes wide with surprise but also wonder.]
Rhy!
[At that exact moment, the young man's eyes widen too. With fear and pain, as his hands fly to his chest. He presses them against his flesh as if to staunch a wound, but there isn't any blood. He falls to his knees.
Alucard rushes forwards, his expression shifting from wonder to dread. He attempts to grab Rhy's shoulders but it's no use. Doesn't matter to him, affected by the mist as he is.]
Rhy, no, not again! Stay with me.
network
[The video opens...to a fluffy white paw batting at the camera?
Bap. Bap bap. Bap bap bap.
Suddenly: a pink nose and more white fluff. A hint of purple eyes.
BAP.
The comm falls over with a loud sound, the view on the broadcast showing the ceiling of one of the crew quarters. From offscreen:]
Esa, leave that alone.
[Alucard's voice is definitely way too amused and indulgent to be issuing a command. The face of the perpetrator reappears in the feed. It appears to be a very white cat with deep purple eyes. It noses at the screen, and then moves off. The sound of footsteps can be heard as Alucard comes over to investigate and to set the comm right again.
When he gets close enough to notice that it's transmitting - and by that measure, close enough for his face to be seen up above - his lips quirk into a smile. The comm is picked up, and he turns it around to focus on the cloud of a cat now lounging on his bed like she did nothing wrong.]
Well? It seem like you wanted to make your introduction. Say hello, Esa.
[She...doesn't. Alucard turns the comm around again to shrug eloquently at the camera.]
Cats.