by Atlantian Dominions » Thu Jul 02, 2020 1:47 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Fri Jul 03, 2020 2:17 pm
by Danceria » Fri Jul 03, 2020 2:48 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sat Jul 04, 2020 11:44 am
Danceria wrote:Shivering and scanning the waters, the elderly man was among the first to have survived. By garb and demeanor, he appeared to be a man of the cloth, and though his eyesight had failed him, he nevertheless helped-or tried to help-secure as many of the fallen passengers as he could. To one of the crewmen, and to any, he called out for a "Theomer", a "young lad, sixteen, blond hair blue eyes slight tan." Allegedly he was his uncle..
Danceria wrote:To those who stood upon the beach, the young lad couldn't be older than sixteen. Flaxen yellow hair and groggy blue eyes that sparked in alertness and awareness, he behaved rather...oddly upon seeing that the group were armed and dangerous. He instinctively went for his side, where presumably some sidearm or knife would have been, but the lad seemed to have gotten his wits.
Danceria wrote:He raised his hands and asked something in a strange tongue, none heard by any native of this land before venturing. "...How about English? Can you understand me?" he spoke in an accent most rural and British, but it seemed beneath his calm demeanor he was still a young lad lost at sea.
by Danceria » Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:20 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Wed Jul 08, 2020 2:51 pm
Danceria wrote:"Ship...?" the man cocked his head in confusion. "...We went down in an aeroplane. By the Grace of Theotokos and Saint Cristoforos we've been delivered to your care." the man composed himself. "I am Reverend Stavros Galanis, of the Church of Danceria." the elder however regarded the rest of those who were his fellow survivors. "Though I cannot say that every one of these passengers were from the same country as I am." Turning to address the Captain, Stavros continued. "On the subject of countries, where does this boat make her port? What nation does "Charlestown" belong to?"
Danceria wrote:"Aside from water in my lungs I'm...I'm fine." The lad looked behind him, down the beach and across to the seas, his body shuddering under the cold awakening ashore a strange land. Upon hearing the plans of escorting him to an "estate" his clear blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. "The Household of whom, if I may ask." he inquired. "And where are the others...?"
The last question was a mix of hope and trailing off into hopelessness. Perhaps he truly was the only survivor...
by Toad Isle » Fri Jul 10, 2020 5:29 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sat Jul 11, 2020 11:59 am
Toad Isle wrote:Aubrer was dragged aboard the Mother of Mary, unconscious and unresponsive. In his clenched fist, a belt buckle, silvery and unobtrusive; ranged by white knuckles and clammy flesh. Coins jangled in his pale slacks, diverse currencies from all over the world. At his shirt pocket, a Toad Isle passport, bearing his name, and little else, due to water damage. All in all, an urbane man at the end of his youth, and perhaps his life.
by Toad Isle » Sat Jul 11, 2020 3:02 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sun Jul 12, 2020 1:34 pm
Toad Isle wrote:Before Aubrer could react, the cuckatoo launched itself at him, and he flailed in terror, bashing Yao in the face. The world spun. No, it rocked, from side to side. Not an aviary, but a boat. Not then, but now. Aubrer lay still, gnawed by confusion and fatigue. "Where?" He blinked slowly. "Where am I?"
by Toad Isle » Sun Jul 12, 2020 6:12 pm
by Danceria » Wed Jul 15, 2020 7:44 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Thu Jul 16, 2020 7:19 pm
Toad Isle wrote:Aubrer nodded weakly. Flaking lips croaked out, "We flew in the sky... Then, we fell... The sea rushed up at us like... Like..." The memory of a magazine hitting his face. "Like a mountain spa."
Where Yao's Atlantian was clean, Aubrer's Atlantian was gooey, wobbling with Toad Isle sounds. Now, it gave way to panting. Clouds parted, and a coin flashed in its pile. Aubrer blinked rapidly, struggling to catch his breath. "You... Want... Money?"
Danceria wrote:"I think once we reach...Charleston?" Galanis turned to the Yamese gentleman, speaking slowly and clearly for both parties to understand. "Then...we can talk money." The Toad Islander would see the strange man, smiling gently and offering a hand, but most peculiar were the eyeglasses...how could anyone see out of them? They seemed to be two discs of polished silver than opaque glass...
"Can you stand?"
Danceria wrote:The boy stopped for a few moments, thinking upon the words that Mr. Scott Gray had stated. Bowing slightly he politely intoned. "Forgive me my trespassing and may the Lord be favorable towards you as you are towards me." came the formal, yet traditional, response towards hospitable persons during unexpected journeys. "I am Theomer Eorlmyn. If you permit me a change of clothes and food in my belly, I will be more than happy to earn my keep and tell my tale."
by Toad Isle » Fri Jul 17, 2020 2:55 pm
by Danceria » Fri Jul 17, 2020 4:11 pm
by Kuronami » Fri Jul 17, 2020 4:14 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sun Jul 19, 2020 8:26 pm
by Toad Isle » Mon Jul 20, 2020 11:46 am
Atlantian Dominions wrote:OOC: just a heads up for everyone, I will be unable to post for a few days while I get my keyboard fixed (posting from smartphone now which is not conducive to me writing good). Apologies for the delay, but I’m glad to see other people joining in!
by Atlantian Dominions » Fri Jul 24, 2020 11:11 pm
Toad Isle wrote:Aubrer took Galanis' hand, and reached for Yao's shoulder. Like a carcass in a butcher's window, he was hoisted to his feet. Haemonculi writhed in their silver wells, and Aubrer saw himself among them, perched on Galanis' nose. Yao was there too, tiny and cryptic. Nauseated by effort, and the eyeglasses, Aubrer took several steps away, then struck with dizziness, lurched to the nearest wall, resting his forehead against it. He grunted, and turned to face the others, pressing his back into the painted metal.
"I can... I can stand." He tried to read them, but they were too strange. With few options, he bet on the gentle smile. "But... I need help..." His voice trailed off, strangled by thirst. "Water?"
Danceria wrote:With a stern nod, Galanis gently placed Auber’s arm over his. In spite of his age, he was once a sailing man himself-although his routes typically trawled for river-fish rather than the open seas. His spectacles, a high tech marvel unlike any the Atalantians had seen before, were gently folded and placed in his pocket, next to a small bible in braille. The elder had taken great care not to look at Auber directly, for if he was distressed by the glinting marvel of technology, he may be even more distressed by the horrendous scars that caused him to be blind in the first place. Galanis had regretted not taking Theomer’s advice in walking with shades, as this pair was an expensive gift from his admirers and defendants.
“Mr. Sailor sir,” Galanis asked Yao. “If we may have some of your water ration, where would we find it?”
Danceria wrote:“I am from Rohan,” he stated with pride. “And I am no stranger to herding or farmhanding. If my name is too much for you, call me Theo.”
Kuronami wrote:The tide curled over her near lifeless body as she laid face down in the sand. She had blacked out again as she drifted along the sea and since then her state of consciousness was really blurry and in and out. The sounds of the waves coming and going filled her senses, the salt water and sand up her mouth nose and throat stung and was unpleasant to say the least. She could feel critters crawling over her or birds occasionally coming down to examine her but she just for whatever reason couldn't get the energy to move. She could feel her legs and toes though and felt the cold sensation of sea water running over her so safe to say she wasn't paralyzed, just drained from having to survive. Her lone eye opened but vision was blurry and she couldn't make out anything in this alien world she found herself awashed in. Where was she, who was she and why was she here? She had no answers right now.
by Kuronami » Sat Jul 25, 2020 1:14 pm
by Toad Isle » Tue Jul 28, 2020 5:19 pm
“I’m John Beauregard, captain of this vessel,” Beauregard said to Aubrer. “I’m glad to see more people up and about. I was worried that we’d just be fishing out bodies, but thank the Lord we seem to have a few live ones.”
“The Reverend here said you were on an aeroplane,” the skipper continued. “Are you two countrymen?”
by Qassadia » Fri Jul 31, 2020 4:42 pm
Office Of Her Imperial Mejesty
Recipient: Her Majesty Empress Ortfiné Fredericka von Eylstadt of Kuronami
Sender: Her Imperial Majesty Empress Relena Von Peacecraft of Cassadia
Subject: Particular recent event
Encryption: PRIVATE
You Majesty,
I pray that you are in good health and that the Lord may guide your hand in leading your people and country through these trying times that test our Faith and souls.
Upon learning the news of the recent plane disappearance over the East Pacific brought me nothing, but the weights of grief that I am sure to have been piled on, on the shoulders of their families who must be experiencing the indescribable trauma of the potential loss of their children and loved ones. And for that, I would like to express to you my deepest condolences, both to you, your country and the kin of the affected as I and my sisters, and baby brother know what is like to lose the two most important people of our lives. Our mother who passed away in childbirth while trying with all her might to bring into this world a brother whom we would never be able to pamper, coo over, play with and confide and share our joys and sorrows. A fate that caught up with our father several years later when he suffered a massive heart attack to which he succumbed shortly thereafter; after his passing per his will; I had to take up the monumental burden that is being not only a Monarch but also a Ruler in the purest sense after since my ascension to Throne as well as takes command over the reigns of the Crown-Government and command of the Armed Forces and all that came with it.
I know from experience what it is like, to witness the grief that my siblings also had over circumstances that are in a way similar - and for that I as Grand-Marshal of the Armed Forces and Head of the Crown-Government would like to offer to your country in the name of the affected families, a promise to which Cassadia shall commit in earnest if you and your Cabinet are in agreement; for a SAR Task Force that could track, locate and secure the debris of the plane as well as any possible survivors who could be rescued, or at the very least, secure any remains of the persons in question that could be retrieved upon discovery.
The Cassadian Royal Navy thus could contribute the following ships and maritime surveillance vessels and underwater vehicles.4x Oliver Hazard Perry-class frigate *long hull* (each storing two SH-2 Seasprite LAMPS - multi-purpose helicopters, for SAR operations and surveillance)
1x Multi-role DP2 support vessel (MV Asparuh surveillance vessel)
1x Deep Submergence Rescue Vehicle ASV-28
2x Kawasaki P-1 Maritime Patrol Aircraft
1x modified for maritime surveillance, Bayraktar Tactical UAS
3x FROGMAN diver teams
I pray that the families who were visited by this tragedy find some solace in at least having the remains of their children be returned to them for a dignified burial so that they are to be brought to the mercy of our Lord where they shall find eternal peace.
We may have many differences especially when it comes to morals or in the organization of our political system, but despite that, at the Winter Ball, I saw someone I could see as a friend rather than just an acquaintance or a colleague. I hope you and the Government of Kuronami consider my proposition to aid in your efforts in finding those girls thoroughly. As I have, and prayed over the objections of many of my ministers, to decide on offering you this extended hand of help in putting this tragedy to rest.
Dearest,
Relena
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by Folaisia » Fri Jul 31, 2020 5:45 pm
by Danceria » Fri Aug 07, 2020 8:43 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:“So, were you on a ship that went down?” Hamish asked, somewhat more insistently this time. “Fall overboard in a storm or something?”
Atlantian Dominions wrote:Scott Gray took tentative steps towards the...it looked like it was a woman, lying in the sand. Yes, definitely a woman, and definitely a foreigner as well.
“It’s a woman,” he called back to his family. “Foreign woman.”
“From your ship?” Hamish asked Theomer, though at this distance the question was more on the side of rhetorical.
Kuronami wrote:"I can't remember anything....Do you know who I am? Where I came from?"
by Atlantian Dominions » Sun Aug 09, 2020 11:33 am
Toad Isle wrote:Captain Beauregard found him at a disadvantage, licking the last drops of water from his whiskers, and angling his neck backward to do so.The word "captain" focused Aubrer's attention, and his neck ratcheted to normal. Beauregard... An unknown quantity with unquestioned authority. Aubrer nodded sympathetically to Beauregard's comments, and answered expansively, "I'm Aubrer Delane, from Toad Isle. I only know what I've seen: this man, the Reverend, is a good man, and this ship, the crew, is a heroic ship." Aubrer praised the ship too loudly, so it would be overheard. "I doubt we're countrymen - but we're survivors together." Aubrer puffed out his chest. "Um... Where are we survivors together?"“I’m John Beauregard, captain of this vessel,” Beauregard said to Aubrer. “I’m glad to see more people up and about. I was worried that we’d just be fishing out bodies, but thank the Lord we seem to have a few live ones.”
“The Reverend here said you were on an aeroplane,” the skipper continued. “Are you two countrymen?”
Danceria wrote:"Not a ship, an aeroplane." Theo explained, having little issue guiding the horse and conversing with his newfound companions. “My uncle-well, he might as well be my Uncle-the Rev. Stavros Galanis-and Ah were travellin’ o’erseas fer m’ studies, when either by accident or sabotage we crashed into th’ ocean.”
Kuronami wrote:"I think so..." She moved a little more. "Where am I?"“Miss? Ma’am? Can you hear me? You speak English?”
Danceria wrote:“Probably, wouldn’t know fer sure…” With almost liquid movements, the horse was stayed and Theomer dismounted, upon eying the woman’s injury. He was by her side momentarily.“From your ship?” Hamish asked Theomer, though at this distance the question was more on the side of rhetorical.“Steady breaths, Miss.” Theomer explained tearing a portion of his shirt-another wasted luxury of Stavros’ patronage, to fashion a bandage. Turning to his companions, he asked “Mr. Gray, do ye have any medical supplies, the lass must’ve been gashed by th’ plane. Saints preserve us if she’s got shrapnel in ‘er…” he explained. While by no means a trained doctor, it seems this young lad was no stranger to First Aid."I can't remember anything....Do you know who I am? Where I came from?"
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