Malkav

So...I'm gonna need a bigger boat. Seriously though, I'm working on a chronicle to give you guys a better idea of the pirate world. I'll send it to Shy either tonight or tomorrow.

Just finished a long and convoluted post about the vigilant going down. I provided enough detail so that it will have went down in the country side...I think. If you ask me to change anything it won't get done until Sunday night.

[center][IMG]http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/Minneymin/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG] [/center] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]From the outskirts of New Czenoble on this cloudy day, the Cygnus and its new crew bore witness to the dreadnought that was firing on the town below. Smoking a cigar and only occasionally coughing, Mr. Deacon watched from the pilot's seat. His demeanor gave no hint to what was going on in his mind. Gathered around his seat were a group of fellow vagrants, revolutionaries, and patriots. All of them watching and occasionally making noises in protest of Jack's cigar smoke. He shrugged them off however, they were in his ship. [B]"To believe they'd fire on their own city." [/B]said one of the men behind Jack, excited murmurs of agreement followed his decree. [B]"And you, Mr. Deacon. You would watch this atrocity from a distance and do nothing?" "Yep."[/B] replied Jack, taking a final puff of his cigar before putting it out and tossing it into a nearby ashtray. Everything on the Cygnus was bolted down, of course. [B] "So this tells the story of Jack Deacon."[/B] came an accented female voice. Jack cocked a surprised eyebrow and looked over his shoulder to see who said it. It was a young lady, no older than twenty or so. Her hair was silver and her skin dark, the color of mahogany, a foreign girl. [B]"The pirate who once inspired an island nation to throw down the shackles of colonial rule and declare its independence from Anova sits before us, a coward in his own city."[/B] Jack thought back to the incident she spoke of... He honestly had no idea of what she was talking about. Apparently Jack Deacon the legend was many times more famous than Jack Deacon the man. [B]"Er," [/B]he began, not wanting to disappoint, [B]"right."[/B] [B]"I was there on that island you know, the tiny nation of Kaha'namoku..." [/B]Jack's mind went on a tangent as she named the nation. Kaha'namoku. He remembered going there in search of a fabled tika mask deep within the jungle caves of the island's interior. He and his crew couldn't get pass Anovan officials who occupied all major air lanes and ports into the city. They became drunk one night and started badmouthing the officials in front of a large mass of people who eventually joined in...did they revolt?[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"I remember seeing you there, the shining beacon of our revolut-"[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"What's your name?" [/B]Jack interrupted, trying to avoid hearing another word about revolutions and such.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Kal'ani. Do you remember me?" [/B]she said, she ran a hand through her silver hair.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Can't say I do. But you are welcome on board. As are the rest of you." [/B]Jack began. [B]"But if you're going to be here, I suggest you find some work to do and stop belly-aching about what's going on outside of those windows. If you want to be of any help, I'd suggest Miss Kal'ani take the navigator seat and the rest of you find a station to man. I have two torpedo slots, a pair of rotary cannons, as well as a rail gun. Instructions can be found at each post on how to use them. I would also suggest that anyone who's ever been on a ship crew to fill the slots first."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Are you telling us to man battle stations?" [/B]asked one of the gawk-eyed crew members.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"No, I'm telling you to get in your positions and standby!" [/B]yelled Jack, which caused them to immediately scramble away in all directions of the Cygnus.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Jack had originally built the Cygnus as a hit and run aircraftcapable of delivering a well coordinated blitz to allow he and his crew to get in and out in a speedy fashion. To achieve this, Jack himself had to rethink the very idea behind aircraft. He never liked how airships were little more than flying boats, incapable of turning, ascending, or descending quickly enough to really be effective in his line of work. The Cygnus, however, was just the opposite. He built it with the notion of being free to move in all directions as there were no limitations in the air, like a bird. He followed a small flock of swans in his old ship once, just to see them as they migrated. He recorded their movements and mannerisms and consulted every biology volume he could get his hands on to help him achieve his goal of making an iron bird. It took him five years to etch out the design, and another three to raise the funds for it. He equipped it with lightweight weapons, foregoing traditional cannons as they would only serve to slow it down. In their place, Jack had something installed that would probably not make its way into other aircraft for some years to come. Four years ago, Jack agreed to invest in a weapon being developed, a rail gun that used alchemical enhanced materials to launch an electrically charged projectile at twice the speed of sound. The weapon itself was so fragile, that it was guaranteed to break after half a dozen or so uses. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B][B]"Captain," [/B]c[/B]alled Kal'ani from the nav seat. Jack hadn't been called that in a long time, [B][B]"All slots are filled. Every weapon is manned as you ordered."[/B][/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Jack nodded in approval as he began to circle the gunship. He didn't want to engage, but rather make sure that if it saw him, he would already have enough momentum to avoid it. The hum of the engines gave way to a nearly inaudible whine as they began picking up speed. [B][B]"Prepare the torpedoes for launch."[/B][/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Kal'ani repeated the order into the console [/B]microphone and moments later the call came back that they were ready. [B]"Are we to attack, sir?"[/B] she asked, her hands resting over the large knob that had the words LAUNCH on it. Jack waved his hand to signal no. He only loaded the torpedoes just in case. He still was reluctant to enter this battle. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The gunship shot another round into the city, sending smoke and embers into the air. The cries of the townfolk could be heard almost over the hum of the ship. They wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Suddenly, Jack saw an explosion hit the underside of the ship, and then another, and another. To his surprise, the townspeople were firing rockets at the ship. [B]"Well I'll be damned. There's a fight left in them yet." [/B]Jack smirked as he looked out onto the display. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The Vigilant, in light of this began to hulk its way out of the danger zone, slowly. As it flew, Jack noticed that it would cross the path of the Cygnus at a little place called Bucket Hill. Bucket Hill sat on the outskirts of New Czenoble, far away from the steeples and high rises of the city, to serve as a natural barrier between the town and countryside. Jack maintained his course, not deterred. The gunship began shooting flares in the direction of the Cygnus. Jack knew that this meant back off or prepare to be engaged.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Your orders?"[/B] asked Kal'ani, whose hand had found its way back to the torpedo knob.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Give them the first shot."[/B] said Jack, still on his steady course. [B]"Let them hold onto their pitiful naval traditions."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The flares continued to be shot in the direction of the Cygnus. Jack however was unwaiverable. [B]"That's the problem," [/B]he began, [B]"They apply the rules of the sea to the sky, believing that it is nothing but a starry ocean for them to sail on."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Captain?"[/B] said Kal'ani, not knowing what to say.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"They don't realize that for us to make any progress, we're going to have to reinvent the very rules of engagement. We have to throw out the old ways in order to move forward. This is not just a fact of flight. It is also true of people, systems, and governments. That ship, those people in it, the markings on its side. They all stand for something that is no longer needed in this country or this world."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Jack pulled a lever next to him and a projectile was seen flying through the air in front of the Cygnus. Down below, rockets were still firing up at the Vigilant as the projectile made its way forward between the two ships. Jack gave a nod to Kal'ani who pulled the lever. Suddenly, the projectile burst open to reveal an immense black flag, on which flowed the Jolly Roger. It must have been a heart sinking sight for the crew on board the Vigilant, as they knew their troubles were far from over. Time seemed to stand still as the Jolly Roger floated effortlessly in the air, but it suddenly caught back up with itself as the torpedoes found their targets. They exploded into the side of the Vigilant causing it to tilt violently before coming back to.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Rotary cannons at a ready!" [/B]yelled Jack. Kil'ani repeated his orders as they were done.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The Cygnus, jetted in close to the Vigilant, moving so fast that the massive ship had trouble keeping up. Its heavy cannons fired mercilessly in the direction of the Cygnus, but they only found air as the Cygnus continued its assault. Jack maneuvered parallel to the Vigilant so that the rotary cannons could get in. [B]"Fire!" [/B]he yelled.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] From the cockpit Jack could see holes peppering into the side of the Vigilant as he made his pass, quickly finding himself behind the Vigilant. He gave the order to prepare the torpedoes once more as he circled around to the back toward the Vigilant. Two more torpedoes fired, hitting the propellors found so often on ships of the Vigilant's size. The Vigilant, its crew not prepared to die just yet, began firing its own rotary cannons at the Cygnus, sending sparks flying in all directions around it. Once again, the Cygnus' speed proved to be its greatest strength, allowing Jack to perform a wingover maneuver and speed off again. As he waited for his next set of torpedoes, he looked for a weakness. There had to be some way he could down the ship. He decided to go back in. He swept the ship again, firing profusely only to return to his safe place outside of the ship's range. He was lucky that his speed allowed for such hit and run tactics.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Explosions began peppering the bottom of the Vigilant again, Jack realized then that the townspeople had given chase, and were trying to help him. He swept through again, firing rotary cannons onto the side and taking out a few of the Vigilant's heavy guns. He fired torpedoes again, aiming for what appeared to be the bridge, but to no avail. One torpedo hit the broadside of the ship while the other flew off into the distance.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"I think they're going to get wise to our tactics soon."[/B][B]"Your orders?"[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] Kal'ani said as she recieved word that they were running out of torpedoes. [/COLOR] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]No sooner than she had spoke, a rather large explosion came from the side of the Vigilant. The Underdogs who were firing the rockets hit something key. Jack waited until the smoke cleared before noticing that he could see clear into the ship from a hole that was just blasted into it. [B]"Prepare the rail gun!"[/B] he yelled.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]As he waited for the gun to get ready, he made another sweep, firing into the hole. As he was about to pull out, the ship craft jerked violently, causing Jack to bang his head against his headrest rather hard. They had just been hit. [B]"Get that God Damn rail gun ready NOW!"[/B] he cried, noticing the Cygnus was hit hard enough to loose its speed. He felt another jerk as another cannonball hit the ship. Jack decided to stay in the fray, firing on the Vigilant with his rotary cannons, if he moved too far away he'd be a sitting duck. The Cygnus was crippled indeed now. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Rail Gun ready!" [/B]screached Kal'ani.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Jack pulled out again, getting the hole full in his sites. He steadied the Cygnus and immediately pulled a lever to his side. Everything went dark inside the cockpit for a moment, then there was a flash of blue light. The side of the Vigilant exploded, releasing large amounts of fire and smoke from the interior. Suddenly there were more inside explosions, each one chaining the next. Jack steered the Cygnus out of the way and looked back to see the Vigilant slowly falling in a blaze towards the ground.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The cheers of the crew could be heard throughout the ship as they flew off. Jack however was not celebrating with them. He knew what risks he had taken when he attacked the Vigilant, and he knew the full force of the RPG would be after him soon, if not gunning for him already. [B]"Set course for the countryside, we have to hide this ship."[/B] Jack said calmly, breaking Kal'ani's mood. She did as she was ordered and they flew off into the distance. [/COLOR][/FONT]

James. Allow Jack to take down the vigilant. he's in his ship and it would make a lot of sense for him to do the honors. I'm sure whatever you've planned can fit that little change in it. I've already thought of the technical details for it and I've been itching for a chance to show off the Cygnus in all its technical glory.

[COLOR=#483d8b][FONT=Palatino Linotype][center][IMG]http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/Minneymin/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG] [/center] As much as he hated it, Jack left the races early. His dear sister Morphia, whom he loved more than anyone else in the world hadn't even begun to race by time Jack was pushing past crowds to get out of the stadium. He had a prior engagement, one which he kept to non other than himself. An hour's stroll and transport ship ride later found Jack in a small tavern in the slums of New Czenoble.*The Slaughter Slums of New Czenoble were a dark, dangerous ghetto filled with immigrant workers, pirates and criminals from the Old Globe. It was many of these same workers who first entered Czenovia with dreams of finding great fortune, only to find themselves jaded with the nation's strict class system. As a result, the worker's paradise that Celcius Almagest had dreamed of when designing*New Czenoble ultimately fell victim to the same crime and corruption that plagued every other major city in the world. While the Royal Police Guard still fought valiantly to maintain order through the current crises, the Slaughter Slums were the one part of town where all hope was lost. [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#483d8b][FONT=Palatino Linotype]Jack Deacon knew that this place above all others would be the perfect spot for him to reestablish his connections within the criminal underworld.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#483d8b][FONT=Palatino Linotype] He was alone, or at least appeared to be. People were following him all the way there. They hid behind walls and pedestrians. Blending, but at the same time not blending. Jack chose to ignore them as he walked, for he knew exactly what they wanted, and he wasn't going to be intimidated by the likes of them. As he sat sipping his whiskey in the tavern, a staunch looking man walked up to him and spoke. [B]"Would you care for a game of poker?"[/B] [B]"No"[/B]*Jack replied, [B]"I prefer Gin Rummy."[/B] The man nodded approvingly. [B]"Jack fucking Deacon. The last I heard, you were being hanged for impersonating a clergyman. How is it you go from that to wanting to join our humble gang?" [/B][B]"I could never stay awake in church. It was too much to ask. To get to the point, am I in or not?" [/B]The staunch man straightened up and sat down next to Jack, ordering his own drink before he began to speak. [B]"There will be two targets this afternoon. We've chosen them because we know the prats in High Czenoble will be too busy endulging in ther damnable games. One will be CHAOS, the other will be Artemis Air Transports. We know of your ship with in the hangars. If you can allow us use of your ship. Our pil-" "No one, and I mean no one pilots my ship unless I approve of it. I'll handle the driving." [/B]The man hacked a laugh under his breath. He should have expected it. [B]"Very well then, Mr. Deacon. If you're willing to take the risk, then I suggest you be ready to fly in two hours. Wait for our men to board and fly off. Since your ship is fast, we've coordinated with the other crew at CHAOS to await you and board. You are aware of the consequences you may incur at the expense of helping us? We are well informed of your aristocratic lineage. Your crimes will be against your own family." "My family is not the Almagests. Bunch of stuck up, arrogant, and annoying brats they are. The lot of them. It would be a*public*service to take them and everyone like them down to the gates of Hades." [/B]Jack shifted lazily in his seat. [B]"Tell your men I'll be waiting in my ship. They should know it. 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If at all possible, have Morphia and Bavaria go to the little shindig. I promise I'll post something with Jack before the end of the week detailing his exploits infiltrating the underdogs. Cyriel's leaving the country soon, but I please don't write off her character. After super tuesday I should have some time (Barack's coming to my school and setting up shop during the event...joy.) to be more frequent

I Saw that Shy was updating portraits and wanted to see if we could get Meredyne in one. I have two pictures, and both have an early 20th century feel to them. I wanted to go slightly anachronistic with the look (like I did with Jack) because I would assume pilots, being one of the few things really anachronistic in this game, would look avante garde when it came to fashion. I have two choices, both attached. The one with the three women, I was looking at the girl in the middle. On a side note, these were drawn by the same artist who drew Jack and Fauntleroy...I like her work. Both faces would make for beautiful portraits.

Edited, anything else?

After this bomb business, Jack is gonna do some investigative work into the cause of it and who's behind it. I would like Henry to join him. How they come together, I do not know, but'll be fun considering what's just happened. So who's up for an adventure in New Czenoble?

Disarm the bomb, Gavin.

[center][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/daedalusavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG] [/center] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B] "Sucker punching son of a bitch." [/B]Jack said as he saw Daedalus dash off. As the guards came to grab him he gave them a very nasty look and they kept their distance. [B]"The nerve of that man."[/B] Bavaria said, [B]"I have half a mind to-"[/B] [B] "Come off it, Bavaria. You should do what he says."[/B] Jack lifted himself up slowly, coughing again. [B]"Oh Jonathan, not you too!"[/B] began Bavaria. Her brother locked eyes with her, showing a concern and sending a message that only a brother could to his sister. [B]"I'll find Morphia. And whatever you're planning Jonathan, don't let them wreck the house."[/B] She pulled her brother's face down to hers and kissed him on the forehead before leaving with one of the guards. [B]"I won't set foot outside of this house until Morphia is found!"[/B] A guard moved closer to Jack, [B]"I'm afraid you have to-"[/B] Before he could finish Jack's fist caught him hard in the jaw. As he tried to recover he felt another hit him in the gut, and then a jab with the left, and a hook with the right. He went down quickly, [B]"That's for your sucker punching boss. Tell him that if he ever tries something like that again, next time his flunky won't take his beating for him."[/B] The guard's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jack set off behind Daedalus. The old man was powerful but at the same time slow. Jack caught up with him just as he went down into the wine cellar. Jack caught the door before it slammed behind him, alerting Daedalus to his position behind him. [B]"Bloody hell, boy, I thought I told you to get out!"[/B] yelled Daedalus as he saw Jack descending the stairs. [B]"Shush old man. I'm in no mood, what's going on here?"[/B] Jack's attention immediately fell on the contraption. [B]"What in blooming hell is that?"[/B] [B] "That's what we're trying to find out."[/B] said Daedalus, [B]"If you're done I'd suggest you follow my orders and evacuate."[/B] [B]"God no,"[/B] replied Jack. He saw the gunpowder on the floor around it. [B]"It's a bomb."[/B] [B]"And what do you know of it, Mr. Deacon?"[/B] asked Daedalus, suspicious. [B]"I've used on of these before when I... nevermind. It's real bugger when stowed in the right place."[/B] Jack looked around the wine cellar, [B]"It'll blow the foundation right from under the house. Who has access to this cellar on a regular basis?"[/B] [B]"Only the family and a handful of servants."[/B] said Daedalus, as he and Jack circled the thing. [B]"Well I'd suggest you check the family and handful of servants, this here was an inside job for sure."[/B] [B]"What are you saying? The family would never have done this."[/B] [B]"Sure old man. We need to disarm this thing before it blows our dear home."[/B] No sooner than he said this, Daedalus was already examining the side of the device. [B]"Good job."[/B] Jack said as he moved in closer to help his in law.[/COLOR][/FONT]

Lol, I guess. Jeez I hate Almagests with their explosive violent tempers, always resorting to hurting someone than diplomacy (that someone being Jack, is it because [strike]he's black[/strike] a man?). They should be more like Deacons, such a swell bunch those Deacons. Anyways, expect a post from me in the next hour or so.

No one can do the daughter but me, I'm in. If not, kill her off, she goes with me.

I have a slight problem with the slew of posts that have cropped up between yesterday and today. That problem manifests itself in how Bavaria's siblings sit idly by as their sister is insulted. I simply have a hard time believing they would just watch. No matter how wrong she was, they're not going to let her get spat at and 'watch apathetically' or simply do nothing. I'm sure that you put alot of effort into your posts and for the most part they're good, however I can't suspend my disbelief that far. I may come off as rude, but I mean no offense. I'm also not asking for an edit, but rather in the future to be more thoughtful of the fact that there is a flip side to the coin and she does have people on her side. I didnt expect the dinner to be done before I had a chance to post, but I will be posting in the next few days. Can Jack give Henry a proper thrashing?

No worries, Shy. You just take the time to heal from your [strike][URL="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=man+flu"]man flu[/URL][/strike] cold. We'll just have fun without you. Well, Jack will on the dice floor. Get well soon.

If Charles is in Rosengard, give him some face time with [strike]the brat[/strike] Gadget/Gerrault. I've been where you are and usually I just find something not necessarily storyline related to post.

So I've thrown my character blindly into the Harlem Academy. Why, I do not know. I'll edit if I need to, but in the mean time. CHARACTER INTERACTION. -Mal

[FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]After another two hours or so, they were done for the night and Harvey escorted Alice home. The city was cold as Harvey expected. The two of them made light chat as they walked, Harvey trying to walk close enough so that people would get the impression that she was his girl, while at the same time keeping far enough off so that he wouldn't make her uncomfortable. His mind was still elsewhere though. After his search for Chronos turned up nothing, Harvey was having a hard time keeping his mind on Alice. He always wanted her on a night like this. He always wanted her cold, alone, wanting someone to squeeze the warmth back into her with their arms. Harvey was a true romantic, but tonight was just not his night, as most of them seemed nowadays. The rested at a bus stop, awaiting a bus to come and take her. [B]"Don't forget, Harv, tomorrow." [/B]Alice said as she saw the bus rounding the corner. [B]"I most likely will."[/B] Harvey said, smiling. [B]"You play too much, boy."[/B] Alice hugged him, giving him slightly more than they would allow in a church before letting go and climbing on the bus. She gave one last wave before the doors closed. Harvey watched as the bus drove off and smirked, she wanted him. He reached into his pocket, producing a headset and his music phone. Dawning the headset, Harvey threw the hood on his hoodie up and began to walk. He let the beat carry him, walking in step with it, watching the people go by. It was like the world became a music video for him as he walked. If he didn't need to see where he was going, he'd close his eyes and just let the beat take him, but he had a small amount more sense than that. Harvey continued his trek. His thoughts pierced the serenity brought on by the music, the thoughts of Chronos and titans, about history blinking out of the books. His mind, as powerful as it had become, began to subconsciously vibe with him. The world suddenly had a beat to it, with everything around Harvey moving to the sound of his music. Footsteps moved with the base, what little speech he heard around him spoke in tune with the rhymes his favorite rapper was spitting into his ears, even the way streetlights sparkled in time with the snare in his ears, everything was synced, everything was on his time. His head began hurting a small bit as he manipulated the ebb and flow of time. No one around him would notice his display, but they would notice an oddity in his walk, and a slight rhythm in his step. If they were to look at the hands of a clock, they would notice that his movement was always in step and on time, fluidly mechanic. [I]Don't waste your time, fighting the law State your voice, and you'll understand [/I]He couldn't hold his control for much longer, and everything fell back into its place within time. Breathing in a deep slow breath, his slight headache left him, and he looked up to see it, the Harlem Academy. He had heard about its library and its large number of volumes. He couldn't help butthink, maybe even hope, he could find his answer in there. He looked around, seeing no one but himself and the few strangers in the night. Harvey, not knowing exactly why he wanted to, maybe it was the track changing in his music that gave him his change of heart, but he wanted to go in there and search for his answer. A deep fear came over him, one of the unknown, that which he couldn't understand. The sad irony of the master of time disappearing into it was enough to push him to go into the alley on the side of the building. The sickening feeling that something or someone so powerful they could alter history and time and erase it forced him up the fire escape. Lastly, the fear that the same fate may befall him should his abilities be discovered by this eraser of time compelled him to slide open the emergency window and enter nimbly into the building. [I]Light as a feather when I'm floating thro-[/I] Harvey turned off the music, leaving nothing but he and the darkness. He walked slowly toward the nearest door, making no noise as has sneakers carried him through the building. It was remarkably emtpy. Sure he heard a few voices here and there, but Harvey knew how to make himself unknown. He soon found himself at a set of large double doors, the word "Library" was to the side of them. Licking his lips, he opened one and slipped in. [/COLOR][/FONT]

[center][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG] [/center] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] It was awkward, their meeting. After ten years you'd think she would have embraced him, or kissed him, something lovingly. That wasn't the case with Bavaria, never at all. [B]"Weren't you awaiting execution or something?"[/B] Jack had returned to the house just in time for Bavaria's homecoming. Jack removed the cigar from his mouth and put it out in a nearby ashtray before speaking. [B]"Nice to see you as well Bavaria. I see the years haven't made you any less of a frigid-"[/B] [B] "Ahem."[/B] came Agron from behind Bavaria. Jack immediately closed his mouth as his father began to speak. [B]"Where have you been, Jonathan? For a moment I thought you'd ran away again."[/B] [B] "I considered it, but thought why not stay here and spend some quality time with my good old dad. I was hoping we could go fishing."[/B] Bavaria's eyebrow raised slightly. [B]"Oh you two. Jonathan, where's Morphia? I was told she would be here."[/B] [B] "I told her to go home."[/B] Jack replied. He knew it was coming. [B] "Why on earth would you do that?! How could you be so careless?!"[/B] Agron stepped forward as if he were about to strike Jack only to be stopped by Bavaria's slim arm. [B] "Father, please. She will be at the dinner tonight, won't she Jonathan?"[/B] Bavaria's smooth voice calmed her father, whose face had turned a nice shade of pink. Jack nodded to his sister. [B]"Well, then. Now that that's taken care of, I believe we've seen enough here. Jonathan, will you be joining me on the ride back home? Father has other things to attend to and a carriage has already been sent for him."[/B] [B] "I suppose, if the old man's got no problem with it."[/B] Jack looked at his father, who's face scrunched up. [B] "Bavaria, I will be going back with you too. I think we've seen enough of Rosengard. Besides, I must have a talk with your sister. It seems she's forgotten her manners." [/B] To the Jack's chagrin the three of them walked from Rosengard and into the gardens where Bavaria's carriage was waiting. They filed in and settled in. Jack waited until the carriage was moving before he began to speak. [B]"For the love of the King, father! Can't you go one day without meddling? You're like an old housewife."[/B] [B] "Watch your tongue, you, you... Bloody hell, there aren't enough words in the King's god damn english to describe you."[/B] [B] "There's one for you. It's called a-"[/B] before Jack could finish he felt a sharp slap across his face. Bavaria pulled her hand back and looked at him, her eyes looking like those of a scolding mother. [B]"You will show our father respect, Jonathan. I will here nothing otherwise."[/B] she then looked at their father, [B]"And you, you will stop bringing yourself down to his level. Imagine if the King or someone of like importance saw you behaving like this. I think they would think exactly what I'm thinking now, 'and he advises royalty?'."[/B] Jack and his father said nothing. Both feeling like children. Silence filled the cabin of the carriage they were in until Bavaria spoke once more. [B]"So Jonathan, how did you escape that prison? When I got your letter for money, I didn't send anything for I was quite sure you would handle it."[/B] Jack looked at his sister, then his father. Agron was watching with silent interest, eager to hear about this. [B]"Er,"[/B] Jack began, trying to recall it, [B]"The man in the cell with me had been working on a whole for 14 years. We were dumping dirt every chance we recieved. I just helped him finish his work. I think I spent about a month or so in there before escaping."[/B] [B] "They didn't ask for a name? Or come after you?"[/B] Agron asked. [B] "They did. But don't worry father, I was in under an alias."[/B] [B] "Good,"[/B] replied his father. [B]"God knows we don't need you hurting our name anymore than you have."[/B] Jack began to speak, but seeing Bavaria motion her arm caused him to pause. The rest of the trip was a silent one.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[quote name='4815162342'][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed] Just for future reference, and I guess the mistake is forgivable this [I]once[/I]...Numbers is a girl, thank yeh very much. ;P Don't go trying to call me a guy again, aye aye? :evileye: [/COLOR][/SIZE][/quote] [SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed]*m. night shymalon voice* What a twist!! [/COLOR][/SIZE]

So Vincent's gonna be at the palace? If so maybe he and jack can have some more face time.

Does anyone else want to interact with Bavaria at Rosengard? I kinda wanted to post her leaving with Jack and Agron to return home. So let me know something before I post.

Give him a fair shot. Sword fight him with a barracuda

Decided to introduce Jack to Vincent. Not much of a real post but at least they can say they've interracted.

[center][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/vincentavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG] [/center] [FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] Jack spit onto the freshly manicured lawn of Rosengard. He had returned from his ship to the estate to await his sister's arrival. However, he refused to enter, choosing to poke around outside in the gardens rather than go back in and expose himself to anymore going on in the house. He coughed, feeling that sickening feeling in the back of his throat again. Earlier he had coughed up blood, which was a tell tale sign that whatever that woman did to him, he wasn't going to forget it soon. Jack had felt a strange feeling walking through the estate with his gun. It was as if the guards, servants, and pretty much anyone he passed knew that he had it, and could see the nervousness that overtook him. He wisely chose to wear his aviator sunglasses to shield his eyes from the people around him, not wanting anyone to see the awful truth. Jack was scared. Not of Macey though, no, he had seen his share of witches in his travels. He was scared because he didn't know what was going on, or even better, what was yet to come. It wasn't a crippling fear, no. It was more of a 6th sense, a feeling he couldn't shake. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar and lighter. He produced a lighter from another pocket and placed the cigar firmly between his lips. He lit the lighter, and as he was bringing it up, he felt another cough spell coming on. He choked a little and began coughing hard, spitting the cigar out in the process. As his spell cleared, he looked around for the cigar. To his luck, the cigar had landed firmly in an ant bed, and the insects were already swarming it. [I]Dammit[/I], he thought as he searched for another cigar, he had none. Jack heard footsteps coming from behind him and turned to find himself face to face with Vincent Achard, who was holding up a case full of cigars for him. [B] "I've never enjoyed smoking alone."[/B] he said, as Jack took his offering and lit it. He lit Vincent's as well. [B] "Yeah, well you do it long enough, you get used to it."[/B] replied Jack. [B] "I suppose I can't argue with that. I heard you out here a moment ago. Are you sure that's good for you?"[/B] [B] "Yeah, if anything it'll stop the damned coughing."[/B] Vincent stood slightly taller than Jack, although comparably he was less muscular. The two stood smoking for a moment, not saying much. Jack wasn't sure what to say honestly, as he knew exactly who Vincent was and by all means he could be arrested for his adventure the day before. The one involving the Chimaera and the romp across rooftops. [B] "You don't speak much Mr. Deacon. I hope our professions have nothing to do with it."[/B] spoke Vincent. [I]Bloody hell,[/I] Jack thought to himself, [I]what? You can read minds now? Is anyone in the bloody family normal?[/I] [B]"Er, right. How are you related?"[/B] [B] "I'm not. Well, not anymore. I was once married to Macey Ellen Alma-"[/B] Jack began coughing again before Vincent could finish, the name had surprised him so much that he lost control for a second. Back during Jack's stint in the RPG, this type of situation was called a charlie foxtrot, and nothing good could ever come of those. "Are you sure you're alright sir? Maybe I should have the house doctor look at you." Vincent said, his voice sincere. [B] "No (cough), I'm fine. Really (cough, cough). No worries here."[/B] Vincent nodded slightly and took another puff of his cigar. Jack fixed himself up and the two of them continued with their small talk.[/COLOR][/FONT]