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SUMMARY: The first leg of the Amber-Minos Shadow Route. Estereth to Stormalog's Breath.
CHARACTERS: Remi, Merrisol, and Raphaela
Remi can be seen standing aboard a ship at sea, "Father, Trust that you are doing well yes?"
Remi smirks hearing the words from the man, "I wouldn't call to have you bail me out, Perhaps to help orchestrate an escape.. But not bail me out. Little fun in that means to finding respite from the shackles or gallows. And well I have been trying to keep building fires to a minimum these days, Least until I have better hold of the docks and market. But aye, Doing well."
Remi's smile grows as he hears the question asked of him, "Not as of yet I haven't, Few know of our relation.. Besides I thought it best to wait for you to.. pursue that as you spoke of wanting to help with that.. family initiation." A small bow of his head given with the words spoken.
The Shadowpath twists from one existence to the next, each noted landmark sighted reassuring the crew that the Wave Dancer's course is steered true. Having passed the land of Estereth by and then skirted a verdant island close enough to see the welcoming gestures of the alluring inhabitants, some holding up bountiful food items that one only need drop anchor and row a few hundred feet to acquire. This is no joyride however, and the Dancer sails on until the horizon is obscured by a rolling fog. The lush greens of the last layover is lost from view as the thick mist closes in on all sides.
Raphaela is having SO MUCH FUN! She's not neck deep in salt and paperwork. So WOOT!
Remi's head tilts as he listens closely to the words spoken to him, A small nod is given as he smiles. "I do not know where exactly but I am sure I could manage to find it. And well as for being in position to do so now.. I very easily could be.." His right hand moving down to pull free his compass with its strange markings. "I can be back there rather shortly.."
Remi's head nods hearing the question, "Of course, What sort of son would I be if I wasn't prepared to travel quickly from one home to another? I will be back in Amber shortly and will contact you once I find the room. Lower level yes?" The man's voice dropping to a near whisper, "And should I be worried of any guards attempting to ruin my little exploration? and search for the place?"
Remi's head bows hearing the words from his father, "Will keep that in mind, I will contact you once I am there. Shouldn't take too long I wouldn't think to find the place once I get back."
Remi says, "offers the man a smile, "It shouldn't be too long.." With that said Remi turns the card and returns it to his pocket disconnecting the trump call."
Merrisol and the helmsman are upon the raised deck to aft, all concentration poured into monitoring the vessel's pace through the obscured waters; shouting corrections to any small deviation off course; taking signals from the crow's nest, itself distant-looking in the mounting swirls of fog; and adjusting a countdown margin by seconds based on all these factors.
Raphaela is near enough to Merri to be in center of action and watch what's happening, and far enough not to bother them and be in the way.
When the call ends Remi looks out over the deck of the ship, The young man's eyes searching for something before he catches sight of Merrisol on the raised aftdeck, "Mr. Merrisol, I need to borrow the longboat. It's an urgent matter with family, But I will return it and meet you and the ship in Minos, Port of Cameron no? Or somewhere else?" His fine brow lifts as he looks to the man all the while making his way over to where the longboat sets raised and positioned beside the ship.
Sebastian is sticking to wolf form, for some reason the Weir finding it more comfortable to travel by boat in. Probably less barfing.
Merrisol doesn't respond immediately, although his head tilts in reaction to the hail from below. He nods to himself, and casts a look to Mr. Graves at the wheel. "We are holding steady, Sir," assures the helmsman. Merri nods again and approaches the rail, leaning to regard Remi. "We will remain on open water once we reach Minos, Mr. Remi, but we can spare the longboat for your need," he agrees. "Do you have the Captain's trump? And, are you certain you want to deploy here?" It is right foggy of course, and then there are all those suggestive outlines of rocks and things that rear serpentine from the dead calm. There has been no real visual evidence that any of these things are solid, or even close enough to be a threat if so.
The call back from Merrisol and the sight of wolf and Raphaela near the raised aftdeck have Remi's fine brow lifting, "I do not have the Captain's Trump no, But I suspect I will be able to find the ship in Minos with enough ease. Still have some eyes and ears there after all now that more memories have surfaced and since my last visit." Remi moves to begin lowering the longboat even despite the question of wether or not he was certain he wished to launch there, "Here is good as any place, This place I remember well enough and I have my own means to get back with.. minimizing some o' the risk." The compass is held tightly in his right hand even as he grasps the rigging that lowered the longboat into the water in his left. "Safe travels within the shadows to you and the ship Mr. Merrisol, Just remember the ships of white and grey.. avoid and live to see another day." With that said Remi begins to slide down the ropes and into the waiting long boat.
Merrisol nods. Whether he's heard of that adage or not, it sounds like good advice to him. "Speaking of sails, thanks for the upgrade to ours. Take care, Sir." He glances over the siderail at a rippling silhouette and shakes his head a bit over Remi's nonchalance while moving towards the edge to see that the man is safely away from the moving ship's wake.
Once inside the longboat Remi uses one of the oars to push away from the large ship, The young man waiting until he is far enough away to not be in danger of crashing against the side of the ship within the rough waters before he is pulling out the charter for his compass, The mists slowly begining to swallow him as his lips just barely move and trace the lines while he uses one hand to semi-steer the longboat in the direction that the compass points. Soon enough the longboat and the Minosian dissapear from sigh swallowed by the fog bank.
Raphaela watches Remi go "Strange one. Where did you pick him up?"
Merrisol stares as the longboat disappears either by fog or by other magic, and appears to shake off the responsibility, deciding perhaps that he'd best trust the other man's instincts rather than worry that he just lost one of Caine's brood to sea monsters. "Uh well, he came to us.. as another amnesiac. Maggie took him on as a guest since she felt he was familiar somehow, herself. He's had steady success in rediscovering himself, as you can see," he smiles faintly.
Raphaela ahs "More than some, I'd say." she ponders at Merrisol now he caught a moment off the task at hand "Hey...I've started getting into too much Begman issues, you know..."
He looks down silently for a few seconds after that, then glances to the helm again before going down the steps to the main deck, joining her. "Have you? You knew this was a Begman vessel when you agreed to come along.. is there a problem, Raphaela?" he asks quietly.
Raphaela shakes her head "I just thought warning you I had a bit of an issue with begman...whassis called... secret agents. A while back. Helping out other amnesiac with another lost ship..."
"I didn't know there was a precedent for us losing our ships.." muses Merri. "Well, losing them the old-fashioned way, I mean. Do you mean the government objects to your mechanical style..?"
Raphaela grins "Well. He nearly died on it... It was too...much for Begman goverment I remember. What I mean...is... My mechanics isn't really compatible with Begman 'technology'" yes he can hear the '''' there. "But, if conditions are right, I'm fairly certain I can get it floating so you can drag it away. But if you need it fixed my old friend...Begman...owes me a favor."
Merrisol thinks on that a minute. "The name is familiar. I know an Artificer myself who might be persuaded to give it a tune-up, but first things first. Getting it up and running or at least towing is the primary order of business." He shakes his head. "I'm not certain if there is any mechanical or systems damage, or to what extent. I don't remember being inside it ever, although there are some bits of evidence via witness accounts that suggest that I have been. As one or both men. It will no doubt be a confusing experience, if we do manage to find it. Which is why I wanted you here, aside from your mechanical acumen.. you'll be able to deal with me if... if it gets to me."
Raphaela asks "Another thing... Just how long is it underwater?"
Raphaela skips the other issue easily.
Merrisol notices, but goes along. "As long as eight months now, if it is still in the same place."
Raphaela nods "We can't know if there is structural damage or not...To what extent..."
The fog seems to billow and dissipate gradually in skirls of mist. Merrisol blinks a glance sideward to study the movements, then replies, "It was hijacked and stolen, not torpedoed, or crashed. But yes, you're right, since that time anything could have happened. It may be useless as a device to help Rebma. But I will bring it there nonetheless. The next leg of the route is by dark and storm," he notes, lifting his chin and scanning the skyless scenery. "For your safety, you should retire below."
Raphaela nods "Well. If shit happened afterwards...I trust Merrisol of past was as clever as wicked. I am certain he made sure she is well protected from accidents for safekeeping.
He nods grudging half-agreement. "He made sure by holding my father and other Begmans captive to ensure it operable," he says with a low hint of growl in his tone, rather than the troubled guilt that was typically in evidence when he spoke of the incident.
Raphaela says "Then...if they were on board...we have a different issue of if he considered air supply options in case of his prolonged...abscence."
Raphaela blunt as club. As usual.
Merrisol looks at her, frowning and remaining silent to ride out the shock of that possible discovery, and then the surge of anger that follows. "No doubt," he says, eventually. "Now will you go below please, Raphaela?"
Raphaela watches him with those placid eyes "I'd perfer to stay."
Merrisol takes a deep breath and steadies, losing his glare. "Yes.. fine." He raises his voice, calling off to the side, "A rain poncho for Her Excellency!" Then focusing on her again, he says in a measured tone, "I.. have something that will keep you safe in case it gets bad and you go over. For a little while.. until we can get you back."
Raphaela tilts her head "I brought my own protections...Hopefully I won't need them." she gives the deck a lazy gaze, and not watching his way, ruffles when nobody is looking. Stealth mode! Never! Happened!
Merrisol flails.
Raphaela looks to side, arms folded on her back. She looks at him and wonders "Flies?" she tilts to look around him at source of flailing. Grin.
"Very well.. something anti-drowning, I suppose?" Merrisol does look away to check for that poncho, and does flinch and take a bit of a swipe at whatever is seeking to land messily in his hair or whatever. He turns then to eye her grin-lessly a moment. "I learned a magic technique from the Regent," he says presently, refusing to reach up and push back the locks of hair hanging about his temples. "Selkie's Kiss. But I'm glad there's an alternative."
Raphaela tilts her head "Huh...I should've remembered to bring antidrowning...with me..." she blinks "Is that like Rebman kiss? Just HOW did he teach you?" forgetting the 'you meant to snog me' part.
Merrisol assures her, "It was very enlightening. It's not often that Martin is so intense." He narrows his eyes a moment as though it has just occurred to him what she's saying. "He demonstrated with Quinlan, if you must know."
Raphaela arches both brows to that "You know...Once upon a time, a rebman told me it doesn't have to be a kiss. Not that I would mind one from you...BUt if you were so glad abotu alternative, I'm pretty sure you can avoid actual kiss. And I would hate to drown."
Merrisol looks uncertain for a flash second. "Yes.. well. It's true, Martin said as much, and showed me. But I don't understand how that works.. it makes sense to me, mouth to mouth."
Raphaela watches him, has a sudden blush and decides skipping storm on the deck.
CHARACTERS: Remi, Merrisol, and Raphaela
Remi can be seen standing aboard a ship at sea, "Father, Trust that you are doing well yes?"
Remi smirks hearing the words from the man, "I wouldn't call to have you bail me out, Perhaps to help orchestrate an escape.. But not bail me out. Little fun in that means to finding respite from the shackles or gallows. And well I have been trying to keep building fires to a minimum these days, Least until I have better hold of the docks and market. But aye, Doing well."
Remi's smile grows as he hears the question asked of him, "Not as of yet I haven't, Few know of our relation.. Besides I thought it best to wait for you to.. pursue that as you spoke of wanting to help with that.. family initiation." A small bow of his head given with the words spoken.
The Shadowpath twists from one existence to the next, each noted landmark sighted reassuring the crew that the Wave Dancer's course is steered true. Having passed the land of Estereth by and then skirted a verdant island close enough to see the welcoming gestures of the alluring inhabitants, some holding up bountiful food items that one only need drop anchor and row a few hundred feet to acquire. This is no joyride however, and the Dancer sails on until the horizon is obscured by a rolling fog. The lush greens of the last layover is lost from view as the thick mist closes in on all sides.
Raphaela is having SO MUCH FUN! She's not neck deep in salt and paperwork. So WOOT!
Remi's head tilts as he listens closely to the words spoken to him, A small nod is given as he smiles. "I do not know where exactly but I am sure I could manage to find it. And well as for being in position to do so now.. I very easily could be.." His right hand moving down to pull free his compass with its strange markings. "I can be back there rather shortly.."
Remi's head nods hearing the question, "Of course, What sort of son would I be if I wasn't prepared to travel quickly from one home to another? I will be back in Amber shortly and will contact you once I find the room. Lower level yes?" The man's voice dropping to a near whisper, "And should I be worried of any guards attempting to ruin my little exploration? and search for the place?"
Remi's head bows hearing the words from his father, "Will keep that in mind, I will contact you once I am there. Shouldn't take too long I wouldn't think to find the place once I get back."
Remi says, "offers the man a smile, "It shouldn't be too long.." With that said Remi turns the card and returns it to his pocket disconnecting the trump call."
Merrisol and the helmsman are upon the raised deck to aft, all concentration poured into monitoring the vessel's pace through the obscured waters; shouting corrections to any small deviation off course; taking signals from the crow's nest, itself distant-looking in the mounting swirls of fog; and adjusting a countdown margin by seconds based on all these factors.
Raphaela is near enough to Merri to be in center of action and watch what's happening, and far enough not to bother them and be in the way.
When the call ends Remi looks out over the deck of the ship, The young man's eyes searching for something before he catches sight of Merrisol on the raised aftdeck, "Mr. Merrisol, I need to borrow the longboat. It's an urgent matter with family, But I will return it and meet you and the ship in Minos, Port of Cameron no? Or somewhere else?" His fine brow lifts as he looks to the man all the while making his way over to where the longboat sets raised and positioned beside the ship.
Sebastian is sticking to wolf form, for some reason the Weir finding it more comfortable to travel by boat in. Probably less barfing.
Merrisol doesn't respond immediately, although his head tilts in reaction to the hail from below. He nods to himself, and casts a look to Mr. Graves at the wheel. "We are holding steady, Sir," assures the helmsman. Merri nods again and approaches the rail, leaning to regard Remi. "We will remain on open water once we reach Minos, Mr. Remi, but we can spare the longboat for your need," he agrees. "Do you have the Captain's trump? And, are you certain you want to deploy here?" It is right foggy of course, and then there are all those suggestive outlines of rocks and things that rear serpentine from the dead calm. There has been no real visual evidence that any of these things are solid, or even close enough to be a threat if so.
The call back from Merrisol and the sight of wolf and Raphaela near the raised aftdeck have Remi's fine brow lifting, "I do not have the Captain's Trump no, But I suspect I will be able to find the ship in Minos with enough ease. Still have some eyes and ears there after all now that more memories have surfaced and since my last visit." Remi moves to begin lowering the longboat even despite the question of wether or not he was certain he wished to launch there, "Here is good as any place, This place I remember well enough and I have my own means to get back with.. minimizing some o' the risk." The compass is held tightly in his right hand even as he grasps the rigging that lowered the longboat into the water in his left. "Safe travels within the shadows to you and the ship Mr. Merrisol, Just remember the ships of white and grey.. avoid and live to see another day." With that said Remi begins to slide down the ropes and into the waiting long boat.
Merrisol nods. Whether he's heard of that adage or not, it sounds like good advice to him. "Speaking of sails, thanks for the upgrade to ours. Take care, Sir." He glances over the siderail at a rippling silhouette and shakes his head a bit over Remi's nonchalance while moving towards the edge to see that the man is safely away from the moving ship's wake.
Once inside the longboat Remi uses one of the oars to push away from the large ship, The young man waiting until he is far enough away to not be in danger of crashing against the side of the ship within the rough waters before he is pulling out the charter for his compass, The mists slowly begining to swallow him as his lips just barely move and trace the lines while he uses one hand to semi-steer the longboat in the direction that the compass points. Soon enough the longboat and the Minosian dissapear from sigh swallowed by the fog bank.
Raphaela watches Remi go "Strange one. Where did you pick him up?"
Merrisol stares as the longboat disappears either by fog or by other magic, and appears to shake off the responsibility, deciding perhaps that he'd best trust the other man's instincts rather than worry that he just lost one of Caine's brood to sea monsters. "Uh well, he came to us.. as another amnesiac. Maggie took him on as a guest since she felt he was familiar somehow, herself. He's had steady success in rediscovering himself, as you can see," he smiles faintly.
Raphaela ahs "More than some, I'd say." she ponders at Merrisol now he caught a moment off the task at hand "Hey...I've started getting into too much Begman issues, you know..."
He looks down silently for a few seconds after that, then glances to the helm again before going down the steps to the main deck, joining her. "Have you? You knew this was a Begman vessel when you agreed to come along.. is there a problem, Raphaela?" he asks quietly.
Raphaela shakes her head "I just thought warning you I had a bit of an issue with begman...whassis called... secret agents. A while back. Helping out other amnesiac with another lost ship..."
"I didn't know there was a precedent for us losing our ships.." muses Merri. "Well, losing them the old-fashioned way, I mean. Do you mean the government objects to your mechanical style..?"
Raphaela grins "Well. He nearly died on it... It was too...much for Begman goverment I remember. What I mean...is... My mechanics isn't really compatible with Begman 'technology'" yes he can hear the '''' there. "But, if conditions are right, I'm fairly certain I can get it floating so you can drag it away. But if you need it fixed my old friend...Begman...owes me a favor."
Merrisol thinks on that a minute. "The name is familiar. I know an Artificer myself who might be persuaded to give it a tune-up, but first things first. Getting it up and running or at least towing is the primary order of business." He shakes his head. "I'm not certain if there is any mechanical or systems damage, or to what extent. I don't remember being inside it ever, although there are some bits of evidence via witness accounts that suggest that I have been. As one or both men. It will no doubt be a confusing experience, if we do manage to find it. Which is why I wanted you here, aside from your mechanical acumen.. you'll be able to deal with me if... if it gets to me."
Raphaela asks "Another thing... Just how long is it underwater?"
Raphaela skips the other issue easily.
Merrisol notices, but goes along. "As long as eight months now, if it is still in the same place."
Raphaela nods "We can't know if there is structural damage or not...To what extent..."
The fog seems to billow and dissipate gradually in skirls of mist. Merrisol blinks a glance sideward to study the movements, then replies, "It was hijacked and stolen, not torpedoed, or crashed. But yes, you're right, since that time anything could have happened. It may be useless as a device to help Rebma. But I will bring it there nonetheless. The next leg of the route is by dark and storm," he notes, lifting his chin and scanning the skyless scenery. "For your safety, you should retire below."
Raphaela nods "Well. If shit happened afterwards...I trust Merrisol of past was as clever as wicked. I am certain he made sure she is well protected from accidents for safekeeping.
He nods grudging half-agreement. "He made sure by holding my father and other Begmans captive to ensure it operable," he says with a low hint of growl in his tone, rather than the troubled guilt that was typically in evidence when he spoke of the incident.
Raphaela says "Then...if they were on board...we have a different issue of if he considered air supply options in case of his prolonged...abscence."
Raphaela blunt as club. As usual.
Merrisol looks at her, frowning and remaining silent to ride out the shock of that possible discovery, and then the surge of anger that follows. "No doubt," he says, eventually. "Now will you go below please, Raphaela?"
Raphaela watches him with those placid eyes "I'd perfer to stay."
Merrisol takes a deep breath and steadies, losing his glare. "Yes.. fine." He raises his voice, calling off to the side, "A rain poncho for Her Excellency!" Then focusing on her again, he says in a measured tone, "I.. have something that will keep you safe in case it gets bad and you go over. For a little while.. until we can get you back."
Raphaela tilts her head "I brought my own protections...Hopefully I won't need them." she gives the deck a lazy gaze, and not watching his way, ruffles when nobody is looking. Stealth mode! Never! Happened!
Merrisol flails.
Raphaela looks to side, arms folded on her back. She looks at him and wonders "Flies?" she tilts to look around him at source of flailing. Grin.
"Very well.. something anti-drowning, I suppose?" Merrisol does look away to check for that poncho, and does flinch and take a bit of a swipe at whatever is seeking to land messily in his hair or whatever. He turns then to eye her grin-lessly a moment. "I learned a magic technique from the Regent," he says presently, refusing to reach up and push back the locks of hair hanging about his temples. "Selkie's Kiss. But I'm glad there's an alternative."
Raphaela tilts her head "Huh...I should've remembered to bring antidrowning...with me..." she blinks "Is that like Rebman kiss? Just HOW did he teach you?" forgetting the 'you meant to snog me' part.
Merrisol assures her, "It was very enlightening. It's not often that Martin is so intense." He narrows his eyes a moment as though it has just occurred to him what she's saying. "He demonstrated with Quinlan, if you must know."
Raphaela arches both brows to that "You know...Once upon a time, a rebman told me it doesn't have to be a kiss. Not that I would mind one from you...BUt if you were so glad abotu alternative, I'm pretty sure you can avoid actual kiss. And I would hate to drown."
Merrisol looks uncertain for a flash second. "Yes.. well. It's true, Martin said as much, and showed me. But I don't understand how that works.. it makes sense to me, mouth to mouth."
Raphaela watches him, has a sudden blush and decides skipping storm on the deck.
