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| Dinnertime; [P]Akala | |
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| Goby Vega | Thu May 2, 2013 6:50 pm Post #31 |
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"Miss Akala?" Goby said as he saw her eyelids begin to droop. Her body wasn't looking well, either. He didn't know how a half sea dragon should look, but he guessed her...those where scales...scales shouldn't be losing their luster like they were. Gently as he could, he tried patting her cheek. "Miss Akala, yoo have to stay awake." Her eyes fluttered, then shut. "Miss Akala? Miss Akala! Wake up!" He reached out and pulled some seawater toward him and splashed it on her face. His pats became harder, but she still didn't stir. He felt beneath her nose. There was still breathe, but it was so slow and shallow. "DAMMIT!" He looked up. Through the peasoup mist, he saw the second contingent of natives round around the ship, moving slowly and using their spears to feel ahead. He glared at them, and with a swirl of his arms, all but one joined their friends in the ocean. That one found a coil of water wrapped around him like the tentacle of a squid, drawing him toward Goby with his arms pinned to his side. "Where's the antidote?!" he screamed at the wooden mask. Wide, frightened eyes could be seen in the shadows of the eyesholes. At the moment, Goby didn't care about seeming small and nonthreatening. He was mad, and he needed medicine. "Yoo buggers have an antidote or a plant or somethin'. Where is it?!" The man garbled something in a high pitch and in a language Goby didn't understand. He knew some of the dialects of those who lived on these islands, but these barbarians were indecipherable. Goby growled and flung him away. Through the fog could be heard an arching scream and a splash. "AND ALL OF YOO STAY AWAY!" He rubbed his head and turned back to the fallen Akala. He'd been using a lot of magic in rapid succession. He'd had nothing to eat. He'd been battered and bruised and on high alert for far too long. Everything hurt, especially his stomach and head, and now Miss Akala was hurt and possibly dying. He ensured the obsuring mist stayed in place before heading back over to Akala. Carefully, he picked her up. He used his legs to move the water underneath him and push him aboard The Midnight Sun. He laid her on the deck of the ship, pulled the rope ladder up, and did his best to make Akala comfortable on the deck. Beyond that, however, he wasn't certain what to do. He wasn't in any shape to take The Midnight Sun back out to sea, and if Miss Akala was poisoned, he didn't want to. The natives likely made their goop from a plant on this island, and the corresponding cure was likely here, as well. What both were, he didn't know, but he couldn't help Miss Akala much by sitting on his rump. "Miss Akala? he said, kneeling beside her, tucking a rough blanket over her and slipping a padded roll under her head. "Ah might have some medicines that'll help slow this, but Ah don't know how to cure it, and Ah don't have a still anymore to make more clean water, and what we need's likely here, so...Ah dunno, Miss Akala. Ah'll try to stay here 'til nightfall, then maybe Ah can get the stars to help me find something for yoo, but...but yoo have to not die before then, alright, Miss Akala? That's the deal." Edited by Goby Vega, Sat May 4, 2013 5:56 am.
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| Akala | Fri May 3, 2013 4:09 am Post #32 |
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Inland from the fog bank and the two on the boat, the tribal chieftain sat on his throne. It was made of bones - mostly human - and decorated with jewelry and gold trinkets that had washed up on the shore, many of them still attached to the earthly bodies they had once belonged to. The gold was very old, but the bones were older still. It was one thing to take a necklace or a ring (those things carry traces of power, passed on generation to generation) but another thing to sit on the bones of one whose power you did not possess. It's an odd notion, but there you have it. Cannibalism wasn't a just a means of sustenance - in fact, if done properly, it was more work than it was worth as far as food went - but a means of drawing power off another human being. To devour another was to make part of him yourself. With a person of sufficient worth, it was well worth the effort. But only the chieftain could sit on the bones of those the tribe had fed on, in hopes they might whisper knowledge to his ears. The fact they made of up the seat as well just covered all the bases as far as the original builders were concerned. Say what you will about cannibals, but they did recognized certain traits that occasionally cropped up in their leaders, including the tendency for him to have his head up his ass. "What do you think of this?" the chieftain asked his shaman, who sat to the left of the throne on a grass mat. They had just received the report from the beach. "The ocean delivers many gifts," the old man said speculatively. "We must merely reach for them." There was silence between the two men. "I would ask you, then, to call the winds to aid us." "The winds would not be necessary." "The waves?" "The waves neither." Silence again. At last the chieftain said: "I ask your advice then." "Advice is not free," the shaman replied. "What is your price then?" The shaman seemed to consider this for a moment, but in truth already had his mind made up. "First Blood from the girl. Lifeblood from the mage." The chieftain pretended to consider this as well, but in truth had also already made up his mind. "Done." * * * Of course, it was well-nigh dark when his advice was finally put into action, with the sun nearly touching the horizon. The first stars were just starting to come out. Akala's condition had not improved, but at least it had not worsened. Several warriors and one of the shaman's apprentices, a young woman of great magical potential and equal beauty (which was why she'd gotten the job), approached the boat. The shaman called out the ritual greeting between shamans even though her master had told her Goby would not understand it. The warriors dropped into a full bow. The lovely shaman half bowed. "Get him back to the village," her master had told her, "any way you can. Make sure he brings his companion. For this you will have First Flesh of the girl and Second Blood of the mage." |
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| Goby Vega | Fri May 3, 2013 7:40 pm Post #33 |
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Miss Akala held up her end of the bargain. She also did not wake. Goby knew he didn't specify this, but it would have been a nice bonus. There was little he could do to alleviate her condition until nightfall, so he did what most sailors did when waiting; he kept himself occupied with the little things. He repaired the dented still as best he could, assuring they could at least get some fresh water in a few hours. He began the process of drying out the charcoal he had with the dry materials he could salvage, using the heat of the last batch to heat the next while getting the still to boil. He tidied up the galley and living quarters. He began mending the torn sails. He risked foraging for nearby fruit. He debated giving some of the juice to Akala, and chose to gently give her some, dribbling it bit by bit in her as her head rested on Goby's lap, his other hand massaging her throat to get her to swallow. Humans could go a long time without food; Miss Akala seemed close enough to human for that to apply, but if she was going to flush to poison out, she needed the water to do it. Between that, he ate fruit and slept fitfully, waking at each coconut crashing through the foliage and each bird screech. The fog dissipated, but he didn't call it back. He emptied the pot of the still of the water that didn't make it through the coil into the second cup, refilled it with seawater, and began distilling again. He watched the clouds roll through the sky. And still Miss Akala slept. The sun finally began setting in what Goby marked as the west when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. He grabbed his spear and peered down at the new contingent of natives. Though they were armed, they also approached at a walk and openly. At their front was a woman who...Goby gulped. It was a hot island, and none of them were wearing much, but when she didn't wear much, it had a different impact. They stopped before The Midnight Sun and bowed. The woman didn't bow as deeply as the men, and she was angled just so that... Goby sank down behind the railing, his back to the solid wood boards. This was to protect himself in case that had more poisoned darts. That was it. This was strategic. It had nothing to do with the rather...ample view the woman was showing. And his face was sunburnt. That was why it felt so flushed. She said something in their language. Goby still didn't understand a word of it. There were no shouts and sounds of attack. If there were, it'd be much smoother sailing. Since they were at least acting polite, he decided, he'd give them a polite warning. "Yoo-" Goby squeaked. He stopped, coughed, and made a conscious effort to deepen his voice. "Yoo lot better clear out now, if yoo don't wanna end up in the drink like yoor friends did!" He put down the spear quietly. He still wasn't at top form, but this was why he avoided using magic all these hours. If they attacked, he certainly had enough strength to repel them again. He just hoped they were going to offer a peace offering of a cure for Miss Akala and leave. He doubted it, but that was a nice fantasy. Edited by Goby Vega, Sat May 4, 2013 3:57 am.
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| Akala | Sat May 18, 2013 8:45 pm Post #34 |
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The woman made a huffing sound and put her hands on her rather ample hips. How was she supposed to seduce him if she wasn't looking at her? She waved the warriors away. They retreated to the tree line. She open her mouth and sung a single, long, clear note, making a sweeping motion with her arms as she did so. The waves curled about her feet and lifted her up onto the deck of the Sun. She smiled charmingly at Goby, then stepped around him and knelt next to Akala. Slowly, she removed a red flower from behind her ear and tucked it next to Akala's. Then she turned back to Goby. She cleared her throat and tried the only other language she knew: the dialect of a nearby, larger island. "Come...help?" she said haltingly, pointing to Akala. "Mistake. Follow." |
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| Goby Vega | Sat May 18, 2013 10:39 pm Post #35 |
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Goby snuck a peak over the railing. The woman was sending the men away. They backed off to the forest's edge, but she stayed. It was a start, but if she didn't back away soon, he would seriously start considering the possibility of nudging her away. She raised her arm. Goby tried to ignore what that did to her anatomy. The ocean began to move, but not by nature or the fisher's hand. It lifted her above the beach, into the sky, and aboard his ship. Goby stared, a bit aghast. She moved toward Akala, who slumbered on. "H-hey! Get away from her!" He shouted, scrambling to his feet with the help of his spear. She didn't hurt Akala. She simply removed a red flower from her hair and placed it behind the half-dragon's ear. "Yoo...yoo better get yoor arse-" he stopped blushed, and tried to not think about that. "Yoorself off of mah ship, right now!" She stood and cleared her throat. She spoke again, and though it wasn't Common, it was something he understood. "Come...help?" "What?" Goby said, then switched to the language she was using, one used by a scattered tribe he mostly knew for their sea urchins. "What?" he repeated in Hu Tah. She pointed down to the sleeping Akala. "Mistake. Follow." Goby blinked. "Mistake? There was no mistake! You attacked us with poison! We might have trespassed. I'll admit to that. But we were shipwrecked! We weren't attacking! We weren't even leaving the beach! You should investigate before you start attacking people, especially people who obviously need help!" She continued looking lovely and needing a less revealing outfit, but her expression was blinking in confusion. Dammit, they had a common language at last, but it seemed he was the only one fluent in it. He breathed, slowed down, and simplified. "You-" he pointed at her. "hurt us. You want to help? You bring the cure here. Understand?" The confusion cleared. Maybe he'd simply been speaking too fast. "No cure here," she said brokenly. "Cure in village. Follow. Help." "Nooooo, no follow. We stay. You go, get cure, return." She began to look sorrowful. "Follow," she repeated, bowing slightly. Goby blushed and looked away. "Sad. Help. Fix. Help. Follow?" "I am not leaving my ship," He glared. He was glaring to the side, however, so he punctuated his point with a slam of his spear on the deck. "Fix ship!" she said, smiling and clasping her hands and pushing...well, she was continuing to make it difficult to think. "Help! Fix ship! Help girl!" She walked forward slowly. "Yoo stay away..." he squeaked in Common. She stood before him, looking up with her dark eyes through thick lashes. She gave a tiny smile, just enough to make his heart flutter. "Help?" she said softly. "Follow?" Small sounds got caught in Goby's throat. He glanced over at Akala. He didn't like this. This stank of rotten fish all around. He'd bet his ship this was leading to a trap. But he couldn't leave Akala as she was, and he could do nothing for her by sitting on the deck. If this could help her, if this would get her to awaken, then he might have to risk a dice roll. They might be loaded, but there was always a chance he could throw dust in the dealer's eyes and leg it away. "You aren't touching my ship," Goby said, reverting back to Hu Tah. "And you're not touching Akala. We'll follow, and you better be honest here-" "Yay!" She said, and hugged him. Tightly. There was squishing. Goby froze in place until she released him. "Follow?" "Yes, yes, we're following! Just...get off the ship. Now." She flounced away. There was no other verb for the motion, and leapt over the side. She looked up and watched expectantly. Goby sighed. If he was carrying Akala, he couldn't take his spear, but the island couldn't be so big he couldn't reach some water if he tried. "Sorry, Akala," he said to her, wrapping her in the blanket and carefully picking her up. She was heavy, but years of swimming and pulling ropes gave him the arm strength to carry her there. If not, his willpower would suffice. "Ah don't like a bit of this, but Ah...Ah need to help yoo, and this is the best Ah can do." He walked to the edge of the ship, watching the woman and the warriors still at the edge of the forest. He gulped. "Help?" the woman asked, and began to motion for the warriors to approach. "No! No," Goby shouted down. "No help. I'm fine." He was serious about their not touching Akala, and spending some of his regained strength in a display of power wouldn't be a bad idea. Even if he couldn't use his hands, he wasn't helpess. He swept his leg, dragging his foot across the deck as he extended it, and a coil of water rose from the sea to move around him. Like the woman, it lifted him up, over the railing, and lowered him to the beach. He stared stoicly at the warriors, and at least made an effort to look sternly at the woman. "Alright," he said in Hu Tah. "I'm following. Lead." |
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| Akala | Wed May 22, 2013 8:35 pm Post #36 |
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The woman led Goby through the dense jungle, followed closely by the warriors. They crossed a shallow river and started up a low rise. At the crest of this small hill stood a boy of about five or seven, wearing nothing but a headband and a couple strings of beads. He waved when he saw them and then dashed around a large palm, shouting something. The woman flashed Goby a smile and led him around the tree. It proved to be two trees with a narrow path of packed dirt between them, which led down to a shallow, bowl shaped valley. And inside the valley was a village, hidden from the world by the trees and hill. Round, reed huts sat on either side of a dirt road that had never seen a wagon track. The huts, it seemed, were for sleeping only - life went on outside them. Women did laundry or cooked on outside fires, babies in slings or baskets on their heads. Men mended nets or repaired equipment, making javelins or repainting their shields. Older children wove baskets, strung beads, cleaned fish, or did other chores; while the younger ones ran around shrieking or played games by their parents' feet. Fish smoked, fires popped, and people talked and talked. But as Goby, the shaman, and the warriors walked by, one by one the little knots of people fell silent. Not even infants seemed inclined to cry. They just watched until they had gone by, then joined the end of the procession. The road was not straight, but ran in a spiral down the valley until it ended at a flat, sandy spot surrounded by carved wooden seats and a steep set of stone stairs leading to a stone altar. A few steps above the sandy arena, there sat the chieftain on his throne of skulls and jewelry, with the withered old shaman seated to his left. To his right was a man dressed in a kind of light armor made of shells, bone, and sharkskin. He carried an elaborate shield and spear and gave Goby a look that suggested the sailor was some sort of unpleasant bug. The lady shaman bowed deeply to the chief and to her master, then spoke softly to the old man. He nodded and waved her off to the side. There was a brief consultation with the chief, then the old shaman turned his attention to Goby. "We are sorry," he said haltingly. "We thought you were marauders. The deepest apologies of the tribe are for you. We will help you and your friend now." He said something and a big warrior came forward, arms held out to take Akala. "We are most sorry. I will use magic to undo what the poison has done." He rose on his stick-like legs. "If you wait here, someone will bring you food and water." |
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| Goby Vega | Thu May 23, 2013 12:09 am Post #37 |
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"I can carry her myself," he replied in Hu Tah. Thankfully, their spiritual leader was far, far more fluent than the girl. Up until this point, he'd been as silent as the village around them. Everyone was staring at them, even the young children. He understood he and Akala would look strange to them, especially Akala, but he would think there'd be at least some hushed whispers shared. He didn't like this at all, but the most he could do now was keep track of the closest source of water, which was, sadly, much farther than what he was used to reaching, and keeping Akala with him. "I apologize for our intrusion. We were shipwrecked. I understand you're distrust of strangers, but all I require from you is to heal my friend and leave us be until I can fix my ship. I promise we will not disturb you. We will not leave the beach, and we will depart as soon as we can-" Which would be as soon as Goby could get the cured Akala back to the ship. "If you can cure her with magic, please do so now. We will be at peace, then, and I will not share anything about your home. I promise this." |
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| Akala | Wed Jun 5, 2013 3:16 am Post #38 |
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The shaman glanced at the chief; the chief continued to look straight ahead, face expressionless. The old man shrugged and told the warrior to step away. "This way," he said to Goby and led him to the second largest hut in the village. Once inside, he pointed to a design laid out on the floor. "Put her here. Head here," he point to one spot in the designs. "Feet here," he pointed to another. Then he went to a nearby shelf of bowls and baskets, removed a small charcoal brazier from the bottom shelf and started it going with a single word. While it was heating, he started going through the shelf's contents, muttering as he collected ingredients. The woman who had led Goby from the beach and the boy who had been waiting for them on the path filed in behind them. The boy lit several incense sticks, while the woman removed Akala's tunic and covered her torso with a brightly colored cloth. Then she grabbed Goby's hand and pulled him to a bench against the far wall. "Wait," she said, sitting on the bench and pulling him down next to her. "Me too." The air thickened with incense. The shaman started putting things into a bowl on the brazier - things which smoked and smelled sharp and antiseptic - and then began to chant in a low, droning voice. The boy placed flowers at Akala's feet and hands, then made himself scarce. Still chanting, the shaman rose, carrying the bowl with him. He walked into the design, voice rising and falling. The magic power made the room resonate and the design turned iridescent. The shaman poured the contents of the bowl in a long, thin line up Akala's body, his voice rising in a crescendo. The design lit from within. The bowl emptied at the top of Akala's head. The shaman's voice ended abruptly. The design went dark. The incense burned out. The flowers around Akala's hands and feet withered and died. And Akala opened her eyes. OOC
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| Goby Vega | Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:53 pm Post #39 |
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Goby would have stayed stuck to Akala's side, but the woman from the beach pulled him with a soft, gentle, but insistent hand toward a bench resting at the wide hut's edge. He sat, still worried at the distance between Akala and himself, but trying to assure himself as he hunched forward, resting on his forefeet, that they must just need room to work, the sharp, spicy smoke raising from the brazier couldn't be deadly, since the shaman himself would fall over from the fumes while working on his bowl of magic potion. That they really were going to help Akala, since otherwise they'd have knocked him out when he entered the hut rather than going through this rigamarole. That he could rush and reach her if there was any hint of a knife or club or weapon of any kind. The shaman's chanting pounded into his head, massaging his hindbrain into near mush at the mesmerizing tune. He blinked rapidly, his body on edge against the soothing primal melody and the smoke clouding his head and lungs. He had to stay alert. He had to keep Akala safe. His world narrowed to that tiny focal point, even blocking out the warm, soft shape of his benchmate. The concoction the shaman crafted ready, he carried the bowl toward Akala, the chanting growing more fervent. Goby started, half rising to his feet, as the shaman began to pour its contents on Akala, up her sleeping form, and finally emptying it over her head, the strange designs on the ground lighting up in concert, but only for a moment. The light, the flowers, and the fires on the incense died. And Akala opened her eyes. "Akala!" Goby shouted, shooting straight up. "Yoo-" The smoke clogging his mind made the pain of the blow to his head barely a dull thud. Goby's eyes rolled up in his head and he fell, boneless and limp, to the dirt floor of the hut. The woman lowered the small club back to her side, looking up with an expectant smile at her teacher and mentor. |
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| Akala | Thu Jun 27, 2013 7:05 pm Post #40 |
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Magic hummed in her very bones, a deep, bell-like ringing. That was her first sensation. The second was just...fog. It may or may not have been outside her own head - she wasn't sure - but it was quite definitely hard to focus. She was trying to blink it away when something was tossed beside her with a meaty thud. She forced herself to focus on it. A familiar tanned face was rolled toward her, eyes closed, sun-bleached hair tousled. "Goby?" she said weakly. He didn't respond. "Goby?!" Still nothing. "Captain?!" She hauled herself over to him, fighting the wave of dizziness that slammed into her. She pressed her ear to his chest - his heart still sounded strong, his breathing regular. "Come on," she murmured, "open your eyes." He didn't oblige. She ran her hands through his hair, looking for head injuries. A lump the size of an egg attested to damage done by...someone. Akala looked up and looked around, the world lurching painfully. A woman, topless and flaunting it, stood talking to an old man. Two tall and lanky warriors stood just next to them. Something inside her snapped. She didn't know what it was, didn't know why, but suddenly the world went red. Anger burned along her nerves. She let out a draconic shriek of rage and hurled herself at them. And his something very solid that felt like a lightning bolt made of pure magic. She tumbled back on to the floor. The air between her and others rippled a bit, then stilled. She screeched again, a frustrated dragon. The men ignored her. The woman gave a condescending smile. She nearly lunged again and stopped just short of the invisible wall. For a blinding second, she hated other female more than she had ever hated another person. She punched the wall and was knocked on her rear for her troubles. The woman laughed at her. Akala dragged herself over to Goby and flopped down on his chest. She listened to his breathing and his heartbeat, willing the world to stop doing its funny lurching thing. The next time she roused herself to look, the people who'd been in the room had left. She and Goby were alone. She put her head back down on his chest and buried her nose is his shirt. He smelled of the sea and tar and sun - in short, all the things that Akala had grown up around, all the things that smell right. "I don't know what's going," she whispered to Goby. "Tell me." No response. "That means you have to wake up." He didn't. "Damn." She closed her eyes again and tried to think. There was a dull throbbing between her eyes that made it difficult. She rolled over on her back, head still on Goby's chest, and stared at the ceiling. "Don't die," she said to him. "I'd be very upset if you died." |
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| Goby Vega | Sun Jun 30, 2013 2:29 pm Post #41 |
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Through pure force of will and a certainty that, perhaps, now wasn't the time to nap, Goby barely surfaced into consciousness and stared up at the underside of the hut's roof. He felt heavy, and breathing deep enough to maintain wakefulness was harder than it should, but it was important to be awake. He'd find out why, then he could go back to sleep. Now, what was happening before his nap.... Why was he napping? Miss Akala was finally awake! He thought about sitting up, decided the weight on his chest made that too great an effort, and opted for trying to call out her name. "Mmss 'Kala?" he mumbled, eyelids fluttering. He forced his head up at a slight incline. The weight on his chest was starting to concern him, but it looked as though it was just Miss Akala's head. That was less worrying then a medical issue like broken ribs or punctured lung. "Mss Ak'la? Yoo 'wake?" He flopped his head back, started to doze, then forced himself awake again. "Oh...we shoul' pr'bly leave now, if yoo are. D'n't really trus' these villagers. R'ght after a nap..." Goby's eyes shut again, and there was a slight wheezing noise through a small blockage in his nostrils as he slept again. ....
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| Akala | Tue Jul 2, 2013 3:53 am Post #42 |
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"Damnnit, Captain," Akala rolled over until her face was inches from Goby's. "Stay with me." No good. His eyes had slipped closed. He was snoring slightly. If he'd been awake, he could have learned three new words, all unsuitable for print. Akala patted his face lightly. There was no response. She gave him a firm shake. Nope. The world lurched again and she buried her face in Goby's shirt, using the fabric to muffle a slight scream of frustration. It was thin fabric and she was quite loud, but even this didn't wake him up. Water. Maybe if she splashed his face with water... She held both hands cupped over his face and focused... But her focus slipped away. She tried again, but, again, she couldn't reach around the pain blocking her concentration. It was like trying to scoop water with a sieve - she could feel the magic around her, but she couldn't get to it. She tried a third time, concentrating her head hurt. A few drops fell on Goby's face. He didn't even twitch. Akala called him a very nasty name and flopped back as hard as she could onto his chest. He let out a slight grunt in his sleep. Finally, she gave up and stretched herself over his side like a cat. For a while, she just watched him. He wasn't a bad looking sort - quite handsome actually: even features, tanned skinned, a straight, attractive nose, a firm jawline. Thoughtfully, Akala reached up and brushed the hair away from his forehead. She tried to remember what color his eyes were and failed. She ran a finger down his jaw, but stopped just short of the chin. She'd just had an idea. "And why not?" she told herself. "It works in all the stories." "Yeah, that's because they're stories and not real life," a more sensible part chimed in. "He hasn't woken up for anything else, do you really think he's gonna wake up for that?" "What's the harm?" the little treacherous part of her from earlier said. "If it doesn't work, no one will ever know." Sitting up proved to be a bad plan, so she just...adjusted herself so her face was closer to his. She wasn't shy, but she was sort of glad he wasn't awake for that. She leaned forward...and hesitated. "Come on," that little voice said again. "You know you want to." She laid a quick, light kiss on his lips. Then she quickly jerked her head away, so he wouldn't notice. No fear there. He didn't wake up. She sagged with a bit of relief, cheeks starting to turn pink. "That was terrible," both sides of her admonished. "You can't expect it to work if you don't do a proper job of it, now do you?" Her cheeks lit up further, but she strangled down the last part of her that decided this was a bad idea. It didn't really put up much resistance. She took a deep breath, leaned in, and pressed her lips firmly against his. |
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| Goby Vega | Tue Jul 2, 2013 3:14 pm Post #43 |
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The Midnight Star tossed and bucked in the tempestuous sea, the sails snapping in the gales and the deck awash with wave after pounding wave. Goby scrambled across the deck, grabbing the whipping ropes of the unsecured sails, tying them down, then running to the next. No matter how many he lashed down, however, there was always another each time he turned, and he could do little more than slide across the slick deck to the next rope. Waves pounded against him, leaving him soaked and battered, lightning flashed, and still he struggled to get the sails secured, tying rope after rope after rope in the storm - One of the waves crested the railing, struck his face, and stuck. Instead of the other waves, which he knew were harsh and cold despite the fact he'd yet to get even goosebumps from them, this was felt a lot softer and warmer, and it wasn't sloughing off like water should. This, more than the eternal lashing, the impossible to walk on deck, or the storm from nowhere, made him question his surroundings, leading to more questions about the reality of his surroundings and, with those questions, for the dream to fade away. The ship, the sea, and the storm faded away. The soft, warm wave stayed in place, replaced by Akala's lips. Goby's eyes shot open and his entire body froze. The alternative was flailing wildly and possibly screaming, but he didn't want to startle Akala. He didn't know what to do, though! He'd never been this close to a girl before. Well, there were the ladies, but they weren't girls like Akala was a girl. He should push her off, but he didn't want to offend Akala, and it wasn't like this wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was really, really nice. Maybe it'd be alright if he were just to...kiss back. Just a little. |
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| Akala | Tue Jul 2, 2013 5:45 pm Post #44 |
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Akala didn't know which was more surprising - that it worked or that he started to kiss her back. Not the the second thing was bad at all. It was pretty amazing really. The world was spinning a bit still, but it wasn't a bad spinning right now. It was kind of a fun spinning, like getting caught in a water jet. Tiny lightning bolts were going off in the very back of her head. She kissed him harder, her hands reflexively dropping to around his shoulders. "Ahem," the part of her brain that was still capable of thinking said. "Dire peril. You should get out of that now and finish this later." Akala ignored it. She was suddenly very aware that she wasn't wearing much more than a blanket. And that it was in the way. But that sensible, survivalist part of her was very insistent. "HEY! Deal with the peril now so you CAN finish this later." "Right." With some regret, she pull herself away from Goby, her cheeks flushed to a bright pink and her lips a bit sore. "We should stop," she said, but her heart wasn't really in it. "We should figure out how to get out of here." The brain said that was a great plan, but the rest of her said, "Awww..." She swallowed. "Maybe pick up with this later?" |
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| Goby Vega | Fri Jul 5, 2013 2:48 am Post #45 |
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Instead of jerking away or slapping his face, she began to kiss him more, her hands placed lightly on his shoulders, the warmth of it exhilarating, making him wish his shirt wasn't blocking the touch. Uncertain what to do, he slowly raised his own hands to her face, resting them on her cheeks. Her skin felt strange. It wasn't human skin, but it wasn't scaly like a fish either. It was like very, very fine metalwork or softened snakeskin. His hands began to drift down, feeling that strangely silky smooth yet patterned texture to her neck. He started, worried he'd gone too far when she suddenly jerked away from him, a pink blush pushing through the blue on her cheeks. Goby was suddenly reminded she'd been undressed for the strange ritual, left with only a blanket to preserve her modesty. His brain was torn between wanting to apologize profusely to her for being in the same room as her while she was in a state of undress and wondering what laid beyond the fabric. He settled for turning his head away, cheeks flushed enough to descend to his shoulders. "We should stop," she said, and Goby's confused heart fell. He wasn't certain what he was supposed to be doing earlier, but he was enjoying the time spent learning. "We should figure out how to get out of here." "Oh! Oh, yeah," Goby said. "We should." He kept his eyes averted, though they kept trying to creep back toward Akala. They did need to get back to his ship. In the center of a suspicious village of natives was not the place for this, whatever "this" was becoming. His mind was still far, far too focused on Akala, however, as were - he turned even redder - other parts of him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't be thinking about this now! He had to snap out of it! Okay, think of...think of...think of Shelley! Imagine Shelly, giving another long lecture about lemons and the dangers of sailor's rot. Think of his bald, spotted head, his wrinkled, ancient face, his toothless, gummy, mouth flapping in a sea of knotted hair and dried lemon pulp that was his beard.... Alright, yes, that...That was definitely the exact opposite of Akala. He was back in control. Now he could focus, and the two of them could - "Maybe pick up with this later?" Akala added, looking up at him with what looked like hope in her eyes, still wearing naught more than a raised blanket. Dammit! Pulpy beard. Pulpy, ratty, beard! "Yeah, uh, um, maybe, but ah...ow," Goby rubbed at his head, feeling the raised lump on his head. The pain had been growing as the electrifying warmth receded, and now it rose as a throbbing welt on his skull. "Ah guess that one girl knocked me out? Dammit, Ah knew Ah shouldn't have trusted her, but yoo weren't waking up, and she said she had a cure, and ah..." He did not want to mention that the fact she was clothed in little more than Akala was now prevented him from completely following his better logic. That embarrassed him to no end, but he at least tried to say no to her. "But yoor awake now, and they've left us alone," Goby whispered, "So," he rose to his feet, walking with a crouched gait toward the entrance to the hut. "We can take out anyone outside the door and head to the beach, or at least the ocean. We should be safe - " The rest of Goby's plan ended abruptly as his face struck what felt like an invisible wall of electric eel, knocking him flat and dizzy once more on the floor. He raised and shook his head to knock the shock out, wincing at the pain this caused in his earlier head injury. "So, ah," he said, glancing over at Akala, not wanting to try that again in his state. "Ah'm hoping yoo have another plan?" |
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