Postby Wolfsong » Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:35 pm
OOC- due to the lack of reply, I shall continue on. If you guys are still in, please just post as soon as you may.
-Aldis Heiss-
Aldis smiled understandingly at Lorelei. "Don't worry about it. You guys just caught him by surprise, that's all." After a moment, he said, "Certainly you can think it over some more. I will help, if I can, by giving my impression of all. Fair warning, I may be a little blunt, but this isn't something that should be sugarcoated. Barret, I'll start with you.
Barret is wildly thoughtless most times, and can lose his temper at the drop of a hat. However, in him is a kind heart, supportive adn encouraging, carries his responsibilities faithfully, and will do whatever it takes to protect his friends and loved ones. A very good choice, if not for his wild behavior. Probably just as well he's collared, I suppose.
Ambrosia is headstrong, reckless, and is focused primarily on wreaking death and havoc among the pirates. Not a bad goal, but we need to all stay alive to enkoy their demise, yes? But her stength, vitility and tenacity are fine virtues, provided she aims that strength in the right direction.
Lorelei, dear child that she is, is clumsy, indecisive, panics easily and is quickly frightened. But I have never found so much sweetness, joy and innocence in anyone but her. Yet, will those qualities aid us now?
Erin is quiet, so quiet that you have to strain to hear him. He is often withdrawn and shys awy from contact like it were a plague. He is fairly smart, in his own right, but I believe the presures of leadership would be too much.
Bret is shy and has always preferred to follow. However..." he pointed to Lorelei's and Ambrosia's bandaged heads. "He has proven calm, efficient and active in times of stress. A fine choice, though he needs to learn to overcome his nervousness, which may impair him in a leadership position.
Me?" He smiled dryly and humorlously. "I am blunt, sometimes overly so. I am often negative, and self-interested. Yet, I have been told that I look to the well-being of my friends even at my worst. But does this outweigh all the faults?" He shrugged. "I personally don't think so, but judge as you will.
That is my personal assessment.Forgive me if I offended anyone." He looked back to Lorelei and Bret. "Does that help you?"
-Kytala Ginero-
Finally, her sobbings lessened, and fell quiet. Harden cocked and eyebrow quizically. "Is..is she asleep?"
"Think so," Syril nodded, relieved. "I was never good with sobbing. Makes me distinctly uncomfortable, for some reason." He carefully laid her back in the corner.
Harden nodded, and glanced around. "Syril, how the heck do you suppose we're going to get ourselves out of this mess?"
"I don't know," was the reply. "Even with the times they've let us up...there's nothing we could use, unless you're an expert swimmer?" He shook his head. "Its hopeless. There's just nothing we can do, but accept our fate."
"I resent that."
They look down to see Kytala staring up at them with a grumpy expression. Syril asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Was, until I heard that." She sat up. "Seriously, Syril, captive for a few hours and you're already quitting? You can't just give now. The party's only just started."
"Yes, and the fun will keep rolling until we're dead," Oben remarked sourly from his corner. His narrowed eyes regarded Kytala's wide, angry ones coldly. "Listen to Syril, child, and accept it. Everything's finished, over with, done. If we try to escape, those filthy sons of the devil will just punish us. And we'll still end up slaves somewhere. There's nothing we can do."
"Slavery? Is that was this is about?" she shook her head. "I'm disappointed in you. But very well, do what you will, I'm going to find a way out."
The hatch suddenly opened. A pirate came stomping down with a bored look on his face. "Taking three out for air," he annouced in a dull tone. He pointed to Kytala, Syril, and Harden. "You three, come on." He turned, and left.
"They do this sometimes," Syril told Kytala as they followed. "They let us out for air, to keep us healthy. Like dogs!" he spat. "Not that it helps us get out. They're always watching us, even when they appear not to be."He glanced around, then shook his head. "We're pretty firmly trapped, Kytala."
"I refuse to accept that!" kytala snapped. She blinked as the light caught her eyes unprotected. She shook her head, shading her eyes. "There has to be a way! We wil find a way out!"
She jumped when someone behind her laughed. She whirled around to see one of the pirates, a youngone of maybe twenty years, hanging off the rigging behind them, grinning at her mockingly.
"You just keep believing that," he snorted. Then he scampered back up with surprising agility. Kytala watched quietly.
"Wow. He's not bad."
Harden snorted and matched toward the side, leaning so far over that he could easily fall. Syril motioned for Kytala to follow, but her eyes were glued to the rigging. He finally grabbed her arm and pulled her along to the side. Suddenly, she jerked away from him and bolted toward the rigging. With a mischevious grin she launched herself at the ropes and proceeded to scamper up at a great pace. She laughed when the spray of a wave soaked her through.
"Hey Syril, look at me!" she laughed, hanging upside down.
"Someone get that girl down from there!" a pirate roared. Laughing, she proceeded to scamper higher, enjoying every minute of it.