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Where Karin tries to get some experience on the newly arrived Mischief and two Svefra meet.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

[The Mischief] How to Look Busy (Naia)

Postby Karin on February 7th, 2016, 3:06 pm

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10th Bell, 5th Winter 515 AV,
The Patchwork Port

The Port's waters were full of activity and ships of all sizes, but the most majestic one that stood out was the Mischief, that had arrived just two days ago. This was the thing Karin had gone to see, intrigued as to what illusion the ship would be and had her skipping brightly down by the water's edge on that clear, Syna-lit morning. The girl didn't have a ship of her own, and so seeing such a large, beautiful creature such as the Mischief made her sea-heart beat faster, fluttering like the wind through the riggings.

But Karin was also intensely curious about the people that ran the ship, as well as its illusions and its newness. She loved the ocean, and all that came with it, but rarely had a chance to explore her distant pipe-dream of owning a boat of her own. Now that the Mischief was back home again, the girl could potentially explore.

Her goal was simple, really. Find a way onto the Mischief and explore. She hoped that she could, she knew that it was a ship with many travellers and sailors, actors and dancers and many more besides. A girl marked with Laviku's waves would surely look at home in such a place, and therefore not questioned.

So, with all these goals in mind, the girl had walked down to the Port, and now stood gazing down at the hustle and bustle of the Port, watching carts being hauled from the holds, smiling distantly at the various performers who seemed to be slacking off and getting in other people's way...

The ship itself acted as the backdrop for it all. Currently, the Mischief was transformed into what looked like a regular boat. Except, it was bright red, with fountaining shades of crimson, rouge and scarlet covering the surface. As the girl got closer in fact, the entire ship seemed to be covered in scarlet seaweed, from bilges to sails.

Karin smiled, with her jaw half-agape. It truly was a wonder. Perhaps because the ship carried the illusions of Ionu despite not being in Alvadas proper. But all that was forgotten, as the Svefra was suddenly caught up in the hustle and bustle that milled around the gangplank.

A woman with impossibly long, dark hair stood playing a tin whistle, as workers scowled at her to get out of the way. Karin stood nearby, with the sounds of busy footfalls, rolling wheels, and pipe music weaving its way through her hearing. Always shuffling on her feet to move, she was almost dancing so as to avoid collision. It seemed an important cargo had to be delivered, and someone's employees were the ones who were working hard to move it out, much to the apparent amusement of the entertainers that tried at every opportunity to get in the way.

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[The Mischief] How to Look Busy (Naia)

Postby Naia Whitewater on February 9th, 2016, 6:35 am

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Speech | 5th of Winter, 515 AV | Thoughts | oocI keep forgetting how... not the most kind Naia can be XD

Naia wiped the sweat from her brow.

It was winter, the cool winds sweeping from the Suvan tousled her wild locks, and yet she could still feel the uncomfortable trickle of sweat down her back as she reached to undo the final knot that bound a number of smaller crates. The hulls had been full, brimming with goods from the cities all along the trade route brought back to the City of Illusions to brim and fill the local stocks. A great majority of smaller goods had been cleared to the crimson decks, making way for the largest barrels and assemblages to be extracted.

Even with so much room aboard the ship, when dozens of bodies were in a constant string to and fro the hulls, decks, and Port, the breath that one breathed was not their own, and had Naia not been one of the taller women, she'd have likely found herself pushed and prodded back into some ill defined corner. Her height gave her the much needed view among the sea of sweaty bodies, and though it meant she was often face to face with red cheeked, sweat sodden men - it also gave her a much needed boost to the illusion of productivity. So long as she could see that there was work being done, she didn't at all feel the biting urge to do all work herself.

The crew had only worked through some of Syna's light the day before- the encouragement of as many and any to attend or support the performance on the 3rd left some great number of sailors with blood of alcohol, and those that were fine were hardly going to let their superior sailors know that.

Someone grumbled a harsh word to the Svefra's near left, and Naia gave a contemplative stare at the knot before her. It was tight, and the rope itself seemed to be rather worn and fraying, the goods having come from the more recent stop of Riverfall; they'd barely broken ground on the goods from the second venture to Kenash. Either there was an exceedingly grand amount of stock and work cut out ahead, or the vast majority of the crew were worryingly ineffective. She was willing to hedge her bets with the later - many saw it as a season of holiday, too caught and lost in thoughts of friends, family, and food to mind the mind the colossal and weighty barrels and crates they were lifting.

Naia had to use both hands to count the time she'd nearly been crushed, bumped, or otherwise run into, but the crew seemed to be getting into the rhythm as the morning pressed on, the additional hands from labourers who worked in the Patchwork Port having born more hindrance than aid until then. Now, if only the performers would stop floundering about like jungle foul in a thunderstorm.

She was taking too long to act, and the man made another disgruntled sound, seeming to make out that he wasn't enjoying the moment of ease and the cool rush of ocean winds. "The rope isn't worth saving, I'm borrowing this," to award the man's rudeness, Naia reached to his belt and plucked his knife, an old, near rusty little thing, and with much greater difficulty than she'd thought, severed the fraying rope.

The higher most of the crates teetered at the release, but two ticks of held breath proved the object to be stable enough, and Naia blindly handed the fellow sailor back his knife before placing a rough hand around the crude groove that made more a handle, and tipping its weight so it slide down, and towards her, the woman barely managing to round the object with her other hand before it fell. "They're heavier than I thought they'd be," the little slip of justification was entirely uncalled for, but she couldn't let the slight rising of the other sailor's brows be left unremarked on. With any luck, the next two crates were heavier, and her words were wrongly justified.

It was almost like Naia had dived into white water rapids, suddenly losing her ability to control pace or direction, shoulder to shoulder and jabbing unsuspecting sailors with sharp edges as she made the journey through the funnel to the gangplank. Naia had long grown used to diversions and baiting of the performance side of the crew, and did her best to enjoy the music as she willfully ignored the irritating placement of its source.

Something hard and heavy hit her square in the back, and a sharp pain bloomed between her shoulder blades, just five steps after clearing the gangplank and hitting the sturdy wood of the dock. Naia teetered forwards, and scarcely caught herself, the crate in her hand knocking the poor, wry fellow before her near clear off his feet, and the young man skidded into the luckily empty place before him. Common wasn't a language expressive enough to vent her flare of anger, and her words rung out in crude Fratava. "Hey, can you watch where the petch-" her head had whipped around so quick her gaze spun, but it was evident that the man was a labourer, and quite obviously bare handed.

"Sorry, I uh-" the man spluttered common, hands rising to give further gesture. He didn't seem at all to have cause for the slip, just another victim to inattention, and the Svefra took the opportunity to bring into play the rites of words versus actions, affording herself a quick shoulder check to ascertain the state of the fellow that she'd near fallen, surprised to see that he'd already disappeared into the sea of people.

He obviously bore no great pain, she figured, and her tone softened immensely as she switched back to common. "You're going to show me how sorry you are by taking this crate," she arched her eyebrows at the man, and remained resolute as she too became a fixed point that bottlenecked the efforts. The man took several ticks to relent and take the box from her hands, and when he did her smile was sweet, before she squared her shoulders and broke from the mill, seeking a quiet spot as she rolled her shoulders as she surveyed the damage she could.
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[The Mischief] How to Look Busy (Naia)

Postby Karin on March 1st, 2016, 5:25 pm

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The commotion was more than she realised, and the sound of an almost familiar, but foreign-sounding language spoken by a tall-looking sailor broke her out of her concentrated dance of avoidance. Almost immediately, a heavy man stood on her toe, and an un-known elbow dug into her stomach, unfortunately painfully.

With as much effort as she could, the girl squeezed out of the crowd, following the woman who'd nagged at her memory. She was starting to remember, slowly but she knew she needed to hear more. Unsure how, the girl finally found herself free of the crowd, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

Karin looked around, slowly. She'd only caught a brief glance of the woman's dark hair and stature. So she scanned the crowd, hoping to find someone similar. There were a few dark-haired people milling in the crowd, but none that matched what she'd seen.

Feeling stumped, the girl decided to try and find the woman on the ship itself. To be honest to herself, she was looking on the ship not only to find the woman, but to explore it herself. However, if it all worked out, then it would be fine.

Without feeling too worried about being caught, the girl slipped back into the crowd that was flowing onto the ship. As soon as her feet no longer rested on good Alvadas earth, her heart leapt into her mouth. I'm actually on a boat!

The girl grinned, and quickly squirreled away to the side, away from the people who might notice that she wasn't an actual crew-member. The boat was substantial, at least in her eyes. The redness of it all was a factor that confused her, more than it should.

But hesitantly, she examined where she was. The deck was open and broad, and various people milled about. Karin trailed her hand over a coil of rope that lay nearby, and zoned out the noises of shouting and industry. In her head, she replaced it with the sound of the ocean, the hush of the tide on the beach being the only sound she knew.

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I left it a little open, if you want to find Karin after the crowd, or if you wanted to go onto the boat, then it's all there, I think. Let me know if you want anything changing! Also, to let you know, Karin's oceanus gnosis is visible at the moment, as she's pushed her sleeves up.
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[The Mischief] How to Look Busy (Naia)

Postby Chameleon on April 3rd, 2017, 6:29 pm

Your Grades Are Here...


 
Karin Ironyach
Skills...
  • Planning: 1XP
  • Observation: 2XP
  • Stealth: 2XP
Lores...
  • The Mischief: Changes Appearance
  • Oceanus: Makes Her Match Sailors
  • Stealth: Matching the Crowd
  • Stealth: Avoiding People who Know What She Isn't

 
Naia Whitewater
Skills...
  • Socialisation: 1XP
  • Bodybuilding: 1XP
Lores...
  • The Mischief: Carrying goods back to Alvadas
  • Cutting through rope instead of untying knots
  • Fratava: More expressive than Common
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Once again, a shame this got cut off short! I couldn't find very much with your two posts, but I hope that what I've got is fine! Feel free to PM me and let me know if you disagree with my grade - I've probably missed something :)



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