Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 25, 2012 7:26:27 GMT -5
Tyr blinked, clearing away any such images. He was here for some reason, though for the love of God he could not remember what exactly that reason was. No matter, Dex would know. He always seemed to remember what Tyr had forgotten. The female, however, was an entirely different story.. A story about worms.. He shook such thoughts about worms from his head, attempting to focus on the issue at hand. Yesterday it was racoons and now, today, it was worms.
I need to stay focused! Tyr shouted within his mind, jumping slightly, startled at the loudness of his own inner voice. There was a strange girl on board his ship and she just so happened to know how to pilot, drive, whatever! the damn thing. Such a coincidence was awfully suspicious and Tyr was tempted to obliterate her into bite sized pieces for the fishies, the power to do so with a thought tugging at the edge of his mind.
Closing his eyes, Tyr remembered a warning his father had given him when he was younger. Tyr, our minds are our greatest strength, he had told him, giving us an unlimited imagination that runs in ways and directions no sane mind could possibly ever comprehend. Tyr had nodded appreciatively at this. He had often used his abilities in creative ways to skip through tests that were meant to test how they would react in a situation where one's powers alone could not save them. But, they are also our greatest weakness, Sol had told him, leaving him to figure out how this could be so.
Tyr had never quite understood how one's greatest strength could also be a weakness but he understood now. Danger stood a hairsbreadth from his nose but he was too enraptured with himself to analyze it properly.
With a sigh, he walked up to the female as she and Dex began walking towards wherever people go to drive the boat. Falling in step next to her, he ran one hand through his hair "My apologies, Miss." he began, his voice grudgingly apologetic. "It is none of my business what you choose think." He glanced down at her and her growling little dog. At the thought of the thing being her brother, he could not help but crack a smile. "Her brother, Dex? Really?" He let out a small laugh.
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 25, 2012 8:26:16 GMT -5
He checked to make sure she was following him and made his way toward the Control Room with purposeful strides. He heard Sol catch up with them at some point and kept an ear on what he was saying just in case but more or less kept to himself.
“Her brother, Dex? Really?”
Dex shrugged his hulking shoulders. “Shapeshifter, ain’t she? Might have some coward brother. Might be some plan to worm their way in then he slits our throats while we sleep.” Dex explained without breaking step.
They arrived at the door to the control room just then and Dex slammed it open. The room was decently sized and situated at the top most front side of the boat. (The Control Room is here – I am really just too lazy to describe the room without knowing what the hell it should really look like.)
“Do your thing, girl.” Dex told her sweeping his arm at the controls.
Last Edit: Nov 25, 2012 8:35:30 GMT -5 by Dex Al'Kordon
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 25, 2012 8:42:21 GMT -5
Rae kept her opinions to herself, though when she was apologised to it took her by complete surprise. She gave a small smile and a gentle nod in acceptance of his apology. It seemed like the right thing to do after all, whether it changed her opinion of him or not was simply another story. She was frightened of him, this much still reminded true and as they went into the clean control room Rae was reminded that she had no escape. She was in a small room with only one entrance and one exit and even if she could get away from that, she would then be faced with a boat and a whole load of raging water. Today, it was calm, but storms were known to come on quickly and with little warning. The sea was a formidable opponent and Rae was more scared of her than she was of the two daemons.
The control room itself was daunting. Rae only assumed she could drive a ship. She was incredibly good with machines and technology and had a very good mind for mechanics. The ship was just another robot, another big machine. But it was not the array of buttons and levers or the big open windows that looked out directly onto Rae’s biggest fear that was her first concern. No, her first concern was much more human than that; the men of the original crew. Some were still hog-tied, some were beaten and bloody and some were ripped to shreds. There was a smell of urine in the air and Rae gagged a little, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her black jumper. She paused in the doorway, brown eyes widened a little in horror and sickness.
It reminded her, once again of the situation she was in.
She stepped, slowly, over one of the bodies, not looking to see if it was alive or dead and not wanting too. Calling Eli to her side with a whistle she kept him from sniffing at the men who had fallen here. It was brutal.
A man in the corner started whimpering and whining, calling out and complaining, grunting against the gag rag in his mouth. She glanced at the two daemons and then spoke softly. “Untie him?” She asked, failing to find her voice the first time. “He might be able to help steer.” She murmured. “After all, there are two seats up here for a reason.”
She pulled her backpack off her back and placed it down in the left hand chair, taking a long look at the controls and buttons and radars and panels. To her left the radio crackled and buzzed and a voice sounded; a thick London accent blaring out. The ship, due to the chaos had missed its feedback report. Rae picked up the radio and turned to the daemons. “One of you will have to answer it.” She said, meekly. “There were no women in the crew—“ That brought her eyes back to the men, to the terror and desolation. Rae swallowed down bile.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 25, 2012 18:15:52 GMT -5
Tyr frowned, worry lines creasing his brow. Was he losing his touch? To allow humans to remain on the ship in such a vital area, stinking it up with the disgusting body fluids that inevitably flowed once they were afraid enough. Turning to the girl he said "One moment, please." throwing a disdainful look at the men "I guess someone forgot to take the trash out."
With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Tyr waved his hand towards the door, the crew's bodies being jerked and pulled towards it. "Now, come along then." he said merrily as he walked back to the deck, whistling as the bodies trailed along after him as if tugged by some invisible string. Upon reaching the railing, Tyr yawned as the bodies were lifted into the air and suspended overboard. Turning back around to make his way to control room, command center, whatever, he twitched slightly and the bodies were blasted into tiny little bits. Good times.
Returned, he stood next to Dex. "Sorry bout that, ole buddeh."
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 26, 2012 19:29:04 GMT -5
The scene didn’t bother him. It was a tad unsightly but when you’d captained a slave boat you’ve really seen it all when it comes to human degradation. Of course if Dex saw humans as anything more than vermin he might have some empathy toward them.
He did notice the girl’s empathy but luckily for her he shrugged it off as pseudo-supernatural weakness. Pseudo-supernatural being a term for those mostly human supernatural creatures out there like shapeshifters and elementals. They were often more empathetic with their fully mortal cousins.
He was just struggling to hear something she’d murmured when the radio came alive. A London accent spilled out but Dex didn’t catch what he said. He looked at the girl quizzically but she was already ahead of him.
“One of you will have to answer it.”
Dex didn’t hear what she said next as Tyr all too efficiently handled the crew. Dex watched with some fascination. It was a mean display of power. He’d never known anyone to be able to do as he did. It reminded Dex why Sol was here. He had power; power Dex needed to help him slay this beast.
“Sorry bout that, ole buddeh.”
It seemed Tyr was also in one of his better moods. It seemed the fates were with him today. “No bother, my friend, it’s done now.” He replied. Just then he remembered the radio and put his fist through it. “Aye, woman, get this thing out to the Scandinavian Sea. Co-ordinates (bla-bla-bla insert co-ordinates here bla-bla-bla).” He instructed the female shapeshifter feeling as if this adventure was really about to begin now.
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 27, 2012 15:44:33 GMT -5
Rae decided ignorance was bliss.
She stepped away from then looked down at all the buttons and panels in front of her, taking a few moments to read each and to work out how they were connected, her mind whirling. Her fingers stroked Eli’s head absently as she just stood, deep in thought. Then, as if her brain was programmed to do this she sat in the main seat (not the one where her bag was) and began tapping away at the little keyboard; going through the motions as she cancelled the autopilot.
Slowly the engines, which could be heard humming in the background, lost their power and their gentle whirl came to a standstill. Rae smiled to herself. Well that had been easy.
Once more she leant forwards, flicking the first of the two orange buttons, she watched as the panel of buttons light up like Blackpool. The computer screen started flashing at her, a small green line, illuminated. Pausing for a moment Rae thought, and then she typed in the command. For a moment nothing happened, and then the engines began to roar once more.
Rae smiled, whistling to herself as she worked, reprograming the ship to head to the co-ordinates she had been given; directing the ship into the centre of the cold sea.
She ruffled Eli’s scruff and pulled the dog against her, it was cold on board the ship and the dog was warm.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 28, 2012 17:09:40 GMT -5
Tyr yawned and plopped himself into one of the chairs chair, knocking the girl's bag out of it, and positioning his wings to be more comfortable. A leg propped up on the arm closest to the girl, boot on the table thingy between them, and one fluffy black wing draped over the back as he watched her with half lidded eyes.
"I dont trust you." He told her, blunt as ever. "And I'm pretty sure you aren't a shifter. Father taught me how to be able to tell what something is, and what it isnt." Tyr's senses were not telling him what he felt they should about her. Nothing inside her reached out and called to him in the way shifters normally did. In fact, she reeked of human to his senses. Of course, the entire room reeked of human. The Creed had never had a particularly exceptional sense of smell, to be honest, so he ignored it.
Tyr swiveled his head lazily towards Dex. "Dex, I think she's a liar. And her dog keeps looking at me funny. She might be a spy, sent here to spy on you. Or me. Or what we're doing." His voice was so monotone that the implied threat underneath his words was nearly impossible to detect. "What should we do about it?" he asked, examining his fingernails for traces of dirt or blood, not really caring, so long as they got on with things.
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Dec 1, 2012 10:53:34 GMT -5
Dex stretched out limbering himself up as the girl worked at the controls. They stopped at one point which made him give her a threatening glance but soon they started up once again and Dex was happy.
He drew his warhammer (Mjolnir) from across his back. It was called Mjolnir after the legendary Norse Daemon, Thor’s, mighty hammer. It was longer than the actual hammer of legends because, of course, that had been a throwing hammer. After the comic of Thor had come out he’d had the following word’s inscribed on it’s metal head:
‘Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power off… DEX’
He swung the axe around finding its balance. Enjoying the weight of it in his hands. There was a streak of blood across it’s otherwise finely polished surface from just this morning. It had not been out of his hands for long.
"Dex, I think she's a liar. And her dog keeps looking at me funny. She might be a spy, sent here to spy on you. Or me. Or what we're doing. What should we do about it?"
He didn’t hear what Tyr had said to Rae being so engrossed as he was but when Tyr spoke to him he’d stopped and looked over. He still didn’t seem too impressed or bothered by the time Tyr finished however.
“Who would spy on us, Tyr?” He asked exasperatedly. He couldn’t think of anybody. “Listen up, girly,” he said looking right at the girl his hammer firmly in his grip “I don’t care what you are. You get us where we’re going and there won’t be any problems.”
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 1, 2012 11:03:40 GMT -5
When her bag was kicked to the floor Rae sighed to herself and rose from where she was working to retrieve it. Her bag carried her life within it and it annoyed her that he kicked it aside so carelessly. She knew the important items within it would be safe, for now, but she did not want to risk him deciding to throw it over board or something so stupid. So, she fetched it and placed it next to Eli; the animal was hunkered down under the control panel lip. He was growling to himself, not enjoying this adventure. She placed the bag beside him and as the dog had done so often, he crawled alongside it and rested his head on it. Eli understood her, and she didn’t even need to command him. He was a good dog and friend to Rae.
When they began questioning her she rose to her feet. “We’re moving. We should be at the co-ordinates you have given me in twenty minutes.” She told them both quietly, not wanting to come across as too bold. Her eyes flitted over the great hammer and over the blacked winged daemon and she smiled softly, anxiously. “Look, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” She said gently. “I was trying to get to Norway and I’d rather be on the boat than swimming right now okay? So you won’t get any problems from me.” It was gentle hesitation, and spoken softly. Rae was a damned good actor.
“What would you have me call you both?” She asked further. Ugly was not a suiting name for the horned one, nor, come to think of it was horned one. She could call them horned one and winged one, but she was not sure those thoughts should ever leave her head. What they called her did not matter too much, she had been called worse than girly
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 2, 2012 20:52:23 GMT -5
Tyr rubbed his temples, rolling his eyes. After closing them briefly, they opened to look at Dex incredulously. "I am the son of two of the most powerful gods known to this world! They, of course, are nearly invincible. But me? No, I am one of the few vulnerabilities they possess." He rose from his seat, eying Dex's bloodied hammer. Tyr had seen the weapon put to devastating use and had no wish to have his skull split like an over ripe melon. While the large fiend may be able to overpower him under normal circumstances, Tyr was fairly confident nothing could stand before his berserker rage. Of course, such close quarters would surely work against him, Tyr thought as he glanced around the room briefly.
Tyr slightly berated himself. Always thinking of a fight, that was his problem. Too eager to prove himself a ram, many had told him before, some complaining that his father had instilled the same alpha male personality in him. "Apologies, Dex," Tyr began with a sigh "I often forget my manners."That being as much of an apology anyone would ever manage to wring from him, Tyr turned to the girl to eye her disdainfully. "I am Tyrant Creed. I suppose you may call me Tyr, as most do." he told her levelly.
Squinting at the controls, Tyr asked impatiently "Are we nearly there yet?"
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Dec 4, 2012 17:03:20 GMT -5
“Look, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I was trying to get to Norway and I’d rather be on the boat than swimming right now okay? So you won’t get any problems from me.”
“Good.” He answered gruffly his grip on the hammer no laxer. He was about to turn when she asked a question.
“What would you have me call you both?”
Dex opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by Tyr informing them of his heritage more than a little pointedly. Dex took that as an objection to him not caring about the girl’s race. Dex opened his mouth to reply but was cut off this time by Tyr’s apology.
Dex finally got a moment to reply then. “No worries, Tyr.” He said allowing himself a small smile to prove he wasn’t irritated or angry. “I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.” He told her standing straight and allowing himself a moment of pride before mirroring Tyr’s question. “How long ‘till we’re there and who are you anyhow?”
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 5, 2012 15:37:18 GMT -5
Were they stupid or deaf? She had said that they would be at the co-ordinates in twenty minutes, she had told them this information and there was nothing else she could do to speed up this process. Ultimately, she wasn’t even sure that the co-ordinates they seemed to want were right. They pointed, after all, to the middle of the damned ocean. This, to Rae, seemed a little ridiculous but she did not have a death wish and was not about to voice this opinion in any form to them. Her eyes remained on them only until after they had introduced themselves and then had returned to the monitors before her.
Tyrant Creed. She knew him. He unnerved her and as he came to the controls beside her she found herself watching him anxiously. She would not stop him touching them, or playing with them, but actually she found him rather infuriating. While glad he did not seem to remember her, because that would ache like a hole in the damned head, she was also rather annoyed that he carried himself with such arrogance and charisma. Out of the corner of her gaze she watched his impatience growing and found herself inching away from him, to look at another series of controls and panels.
Dex. He was a different machine. Tyrant just bled chaos and oozed destruction when there was something more calculated about the second of these two companions. Something about Dex spoke of logic and thoughtfulness, of pride. She wondered if she could win him over to her side a little more, that way she would have someone to stand between her and Tyrant should he re-discover his memory of her.
Rae was just glad neither of them had asked her to call them master, or something else misogynistic and demeaning. She wondered, privately, if they knew she was human; whether they would kill her on the spot or try and use her until they had no other purpose for her. She could not decide…and did not want to dwell on it for too long. She just smiled and nodded, and turned her eyes to the sea, repeating her answer to their questions; despite already having voiced it. “About twenty minutes until we reach the co-ordinates you gave me….though they’re out in the middle of the sea…so I don’t really know where you think we ought to be heading.”
Teasingly, and light-hearted, she added; "Unless you're going fishing, you won't find much."
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 8, 2012 16:31:20 GMT -5
Tyr tapped his chin impatiently. He hated being idle, and sitting for a long period of time. It made him itchy. According to what the girl had said, they would arrive shortly. That was good. But until then, Tyr needed a way to pass the time. Something that would occupy him until they reached their destination. Glancing at the girl briefly, Tyr almost regretted that he had killed all of the other passengers.
Yawning, he spoke "You. Girl. You're probably wondering why I allow you to continue living." He grinned at her "And no, its not because I need you to drive this heap. It is actually because I remember you from a diner somewhere in America." He tilted his head slightly, the smile going from his face. "No doubt you remember me as well. I am such a memorable person." He gave a slight chuckle at that and spun up from his seat.
"And so the adventure continues, Dex my good friend!" Running one hand through his fine black hair, he smiled "For we have nearly arrived!"
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Dec 9, 2012 8:25:57 GMT -5
“About twenty minutes until we reach the co-ordinates you gave me….though they’re out in the middle of the sea…so I don’t really know where you think we ought to be heading.”
Dex smirked. If they didn’t see it right away it would come back. They could wait. Ships up here had been disappearing like crazy recently. Every few centuries the Jormungandr was said to go on a feeding frenzy. If they went to the co-ordinates and waited the monster was sure to attack eventually.
“Unless you're going fishing, you won't find much.”
“Well it’s kind of a fish.” Dex replied turning away from the others as he went back to practising with his mighty warhammer.
“And so the adventure continues, Dex my good friend!”
Dex turned as his name was mentioned. Just then there was a terrible noise and the boat rocked furiously drowning out whatever Tyr said next. Dex stumbled but held fast. There was a barrage of noises as all over the ships things were flung left and right as the boat rocked.
“What the hell was that?” He roared glaring at Rae for a moment. Though, he reasoned, it had felt more like something had brushed up against the boat from beneath; something big. He moved closer to the window gripping his warhammer tight and staring out of it. He couldn’t see anything out there but that was just one view out the ship.
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 9, 2012 8:44:28 GMT -5
Rae looked up from the controls as Tyrant addressed her; she had been called much worse things than ‘girl’ before, chewing her bottom lip she straightened as he grinned at her. It was not a grin she appreciated, nor was she looking forwards to what came after the grin.
”I remember you from a diner…no doubt you remember me as well”
While she remained bold, stood still and straight and while her eyes remained on him in a chocolate gaze her heart sank. Yes, she remembered him, yes she was afraid of him, yes the thought of being in such a confined space with him seemed like the most unholy thing in the world. But his knowing who she was, his remembering who she was and the trouble they had gotten into at the diner was not something she needed him to reflect upon. If anything his admittance to such a thing was only more likely to get her killed here, he’d use her as bait…if he could…something inside of her sunk as the realisation came about her.
Rae nodded to his words, quiet. It didn’t need an answer and she certainly wasn’t arrogant enough to mock or speak boldly to him. She merely nodded and turned away from his sugary glare back to the control panel. It was like she could feel his eyes on her, feel them burning into her back.
As she regained her emotional balance the ship flung itself viciously from left to right. Rae hit the ground hard, the motion throwing her to the ground and there she knelt, a pulsing in her shoulder and ribs where she’d knocked her against the control board. A nausea shifted in her stomach and she was instantly reminded of why she did not like water; the sea being a large body of her greatest fear.
”What the hell was that?”
Rae scrambled to her feet, pulling herself up and sitting once more in the captain’s chair. She ran her fingers through her pale pink hair and stared at the screens before her; there were red flashing lights now; but the sonar caught her intense gaze. “There- there’s something…massive under the ship.” She said in a frightened murmured, unable to gather her thoughts together. Looking towards Dex she saw him go towards the window- “Get down!” She yelled at him, just in time to see what could only be described as a snakes tail curl up and into the grey sky.
It waggled for a moment, taunting and then with a massive flick hit the side of the boat. The backlash of the sea serpents dive into the depths once more sent the ship rocking, and Rae clutched the arms of her chair, her knuckles white. Was this what they had come out into the middle of the ocean for? Where they mental? If they were hunting a sea monster surely they should be better prepared than a cruise liner and a hammer? What the hell was going on?
Rae was panting, the fear was gripping her system as she stared out at the sea; “It’s come back around-“ She told them; voice a timid whisper as she watched the blip on the sonar.
