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Aerith was pretty sure that everyone that had been within five miles was most certainly not okay. There’d be stories, songs about it for a very long time and she was pretty sure they weren’t going to be of the good kind, at all. That had been an absolute disaster. If anyone was living they were bound to have a great bump on the head and many must have lost their homes, their work place. Everything for a boat.
“Aye, I’ve heard that before, but it got the job done. My wallet was empty, and now that I think about it…” She let go of her dress ends and took a step back, leaning her weight against the side of the ship to rest for a moment. “This boat could take a lot more use before she breaks down. I could probably search the coastline in this. Find my crew…” No—she was most certainly not going to pity the man that almost got her killed.
She wasn’t. But she was listening anyways because the other part of her that was too good for its own sake was. The without money she wouldn’t slip by—Aerith herself had arrived with nothing and was working her fingers to the bone with flowers and whatever else she could do for a flower shop that was letting her stay with them for the time being.
But he had lost his crew and she found that a little sad. Crew meant friends, and he seemed to be all alone… no one to moderate him, if there was anyone that did that among his circle.
“You haven’t heard of anyone else like me, have you? Men of the sea?” He was asking her something now—and she almost didn’t hear as she was debating back and forth within herself on whether or not she should really be sticking around any longer than she should.
“I ran ashore here sometime last week. Can’t for the life of me say as to how, but I woke up beached here and that’s been it, really. Had to steal a grand sum of gil to make it to town.” She flinched at the ‘grand sum of gil’ and sent a small prayer to whoever he had taken from to get here. No morals whatsoever, it’s like he’s allergic to having an honest job or something.
”It’s a slim chance, but it’s worth trying.” But she could still feel the small connection of loneliness that they shared. Aerith crossed one arm over and held on to her elbow as she looked at the ground, the sour look gone and replaced with a more neutral look that softened her features, making her less of an angry harpy out for blood.
”I haven’t heard of any other pirates around here,” She answered as she lifted her head and looked out to the river bank across the water. ”and if they make half the scene you do, then they’re bound to be quite the local stars. Can’t say I agree with how you got here, and what you’ve been doing, though,” she gave him a look, scolding and disappointed all in a bundle of, ‘You shouldn’t have done that’.
”Now that you have a boat, I hope you don’t go into town and make another commotion on that scale again, for whatever reason.” These people here are weak, she thought and it was true. Compared to the people that had been popping up everywhere, it was laughable. Like adults put in a children’s play pin. Aerith looked over Faris, remembering the weird transformation he had done and wondered. Was he more than a washed up pirate? Did he wind up landing here? He was strong, that much was plain and obvious. He was lost—or, without friends, people he had known, and didn’t know how he had ended up here. He fit the bill quite well.
“If you’re looking for somewhere to go, I’ll take you if it’s on the shore or river. Least I can do after you got yourself kidnapped.”
“This place, Serentestra—have you ever heard of it? Before you washed up, I mean.” The flower girl asked in a careful tone of voice, her hesitation clear in the softer enunciation. It shouldn’t hurt to ask, a seemingly innocent question that could, or could not open up a can of worms.
“You don’t have to answer. I was just wondering where you were from.” She quickly tacked on the end, and she looked away again and thought over his offer. A pout formed on her face—got herself kidnapped. That wasn’t how she saw it—she was perfectly in control of herself and while she was here on accident and a little bit against her will, the word kidnap made it sound like she was helpless or something.
But it was a nice offer. She didn’t know if they had been chased after either, and a little further wouldn’t hurt. She needed to get back anyways. “I’ll go a little bit further with you, I’m heading to Provo, though, and it’s landlocked.” She wouldn’t get a basket out of this, but she’d get a boat ride. Fair enough.
“I don’t mind being on a boat as long as it isn’t in a speed chase, or being stolen. It’s pretty relaxing.” She patted the side in a fond manner and smiled, giggling slightly. “But I don’t think I can manage being a pirate, though. So I’ll stick to being a flower girl, and leave that to more suited individuals such as yourself.”
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 16, 2015 22:55:49 GMT -6
”I haven’t heard of any other pirates around here, and if they make half the scene you do, then they’re bound to be quite the local stars.”
Faris sighed in disappointment. He hadn't been expecting much, but the blow still hurt. He tried to hide the ache behind an off-handed glance to the side. "Well, I'm a bit of a special case. The captain, you know. I make the biggest trouble around here and they know it." Yes, maybe they'd just gone unnoticed. They were all no strangers to foreign lands, after all. Maybe they were just biding their time.
"Can’t say I agree with how you got here, and what you’ve been doing, though,” the woman added, and Faris was so lost in his own worries that it took him a moment to so much as wave his hand.
"I'm a pirate. It's in my blood," Faris said, though he wasn't really paying attention. The boat had some kind of an engine. Though Faris wasn't exactly a master at mechanical engines like this, he'd seen the genius of Cid and Mid in motion, and knew generally how they were supposed to function. They needed all those parts inside of it moving, and they were fed by some kind of liquid fuel. Was there enough still inside this contraption to get him as far as he wanted? Faris couldn't be sure.
Then the woman asked him something he wasn't expecting. “This place, Serentestra—have you ever heard of it? Before you washed up, I mean.” Faris glanced at her in surprise and then recrossed his arms. He'd expected more moralizing, but the woman's voice had changed. No longer was she the sharp-tongued scolder of old, but now she seemed hesitant, even nervous. Faris eyed her carefully, and she quickly added, "You don’t have to answer. I was just wondering where you were from.”
There was more to this, though Faris couldn't imagine what. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
"Serentestra? Is that what this kingdom's called? I've never seen a single place like it, and I thought I'd flown the world enough to see everything." No matter what the woman's reasons, Faris figured it wouldn't hurt to let her know something like that. Even if it could, he didn't see a single reason to keep it all to himself. "Me though? I grew up with pirates, so there's not really a 'place' to tell you. Though if you're that curious, I guess you could say I was born in Tycoon." Faris touched nervously at the scarf near the back of his neck. "No one here's ever heard of the place. But I grew up on the sea."
On the sea on a ship full of pirates. That was his home more than anything, and he longed to return to it. Faris didn't need fancy clothes or castle halls or even a roof over his head. He only needed that sense of belonging and the freedom of the open sea.
Faris would return to it soon. He had to.
“I’ll go a little bit further with you. I’m heading to Provo, though, and it’s landlocked. I don’t mind being on a boat as long as it isn’t in a speed chase, or being stolen. It’s pretty relaxing.” Aerith touched the boat and gave an almost girlish giggle. “But I don’t think I can manage being a pirate, though. So I’ll stick to being a flower girl, and leave that to more suited individuals such as yourself.”
For a moment, Faris could only stare at her. Not five minutes ago the woman had been spitting fire, and now she was giggling. It reminded him of Lenna and even Krile. One moment they'd be in a passionate rage and the next they'd be happy as moogles. Aerith had even complimented him in a way, peculiar for someone not fond of his way of life.
Faris was absolutely certain that he'd never understand women.
"I think you'd make a good pirate, though. You have the fire for it." Faris fought back unease from her abrupt emotional switch. He put a hand on his hip and laughed. "You about scared me senseless with that look of yours! That's all a pirate needs. A look like that is worth a dozen swords." Faris hopped over the remains of the broken, scattered baskets and took control of the boat again. As he knelt beside the rudder, he looked to Aerith expectantly. "Provo, eh? I hope that's on the way, because we're sure not getting through the city again tonight." Faris started the engine again and felt its power in his hand. "You might want to sit down to keep your balance. Don't worry, though, lass. I'll take it slow this time."
"Serentestra? Is that what this kingdom's called? I've never seen a single place like it, and I thought I'd flown the world enough to see everything." Flown…? Her head tilted, attention captured and her interest fully focused on the other. He’d been in the sky, then? Or, was that another pirate-y term? Either way, travelling the world and seeing it all, that sounded amazing. Aerith was a little jealous that he had done that.
"Me though? I grew up with pirates, so there's not really a 'place' to tell you. Though if you're that curious, I guess you could say I was born in Tycoon. No one here's ever heard of the place. But I grew up on the sea."
“Tycoon? That’s right… I haven’t heard of a place like that anywhere around here.” She half mumbled to herself after the other had answered her question. “I’m from a place called Midgar—a city. It isn’t anywhere around here either, from what I’ve been told as well.” He had been gracious enough to tell him that, so she gave the same in turn, even if he hadn’t asked for it. Hoping that maybe, he would understand why she had all of the sudden asked.
Or, at least not look at her strangely.
“Living on the sea though… It’s hard to not see that you like it, a whole lot.” Enough to steal a boat. She wasn’t going to be getting over that any time soon. In fact, Aerith was pretty sure she’d be telling everyone on her death bed about the pirate that took a boat right out from the center of the city and how she’d tried to get a basket. "Your crew--I'll bet they're somewhere around here. Where one goes, the rest follow, you know?"
"I think you'd make a good pirate, though. You have the fire for it. You about scared me senseless with that look of yours! That's all a pirate needs. A look like that is worth a dozen swords." Her hands clapped together excitedly and the brunette was beaming by the end, not seeming to be offended by the compliments that he had given her.
“Oh, really? I might just have to think about it then. Maybe I’ll come looking for you some time, for a few pointers. Who knows, maybe I’ll start snatching boats and stealing baskets so well they’ll fear the color pink till the end of days! Though I’ll have to pass on the swords. Those are far too pointy, I’ll just stick with my usual blunt force upside the head approach.”
She watched as he climbed over the wreckage of the baskets—a small part of her inside mourning all the broken, beautiful craftsmanship on the ground—and pushed off of the side of the boat and started to clear a small stop to sit down. "Provo, eh? I hope that's on the way, because we're sure not getting through the city again tonight."
“Or any time this month,” she chimed in as the baskets were scooted aside and a place big enough to sit and watch the water was made.
"You might want to sit down to keep your balance. Don't worry, though, lass. I'll take it slow this time." And so she did; her back against the side of the ship and her legs underneath her. The engine started and she turned her head to look at him and the machine, giving him a thumbs up with one hand.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 18, 2015 8:22:05 GMT -6
Rather than take offense, the girl clapped her hands in excitement at Faris' suggestion. “Oh, really? I might just have to think about it then. Maybe I’ll come looking for you some time, for a few pointers." Faris hadn't been certain how she'd take the idea, but it seemed she was easy to please so long as no one was getting hurt. She even added a few ideas herself. "Who knows, maybe I’ll start snatching boats and stealing baskets so well they’ll fear the color pink till the end of days! Though I’ll have to pass on the swords. Those are far too pointy, I’ll just stick with my usual blunt force upside the head approach.”
Faris raised an eyebrow. 'Usual blunt force upside the head approach?' But the woman didn't seem likely to elaborate so he could only shake his head. "I get the feeling I wouldn't like to see the rough end of your bad side," he muttered. For a moment, Faris couldn't help but imagine the woman with a club raised over her head, her braided hair, bow, and pink dress billowing in the wind as she let out a fierce war cry. The thought of it made him grin again, though he wasn't about to tell her why.
The woman seemed to have finally gotten herself in something of a good mood, and Faris would be damned if he was going to break it.
Though Aerith hadn't been the most willing of partners, Faris found that he liked having someone else beside him. Sure, she might have been sharp-tongued, fiery, and prone to acts so stupid that she could've given Bartz pointers, but Faris had missed this. He'd missed the idle banter, the good-willed insults, and even the mild scolding that had made up his life until now. Faris wasn't made for a solitary life, and as Aerith settled herself in the bottom of the boat and looked at him expectantly, Faris couldn't help but smile.
“All good over here, Captain Faris.”
'Captain Faris.' That's what he liked to hear.
"Aye, it'll be a long journey yet." Faris pushed his wet hair over the side of his scarf and settled on the bench beside the rudder. The boat's engine gave a hum of activity, and then they were moving again -- faster than was probably necessary, but slower than the break-neck pace he'd set before. Forests and grasslands blurred past in streaks of brown and green. They'd make it to the sea by nightfall at the latest, and then it was only a matter of searching the coastline.
As Faris settled into the boat's familiar rhythm, the events of the day beat inside him like a drum. It had all started with a simple boat-jacking, and then with this woman -- mysterious in her brazen attitude and liberal use of magic. Faris hadn't meant for anyone to get hurt, and yet as he'd seen those guard ships coming closer...
It was like a power had risen inside of him, not just from he crystals, but as a kind of instinct. As soon as self-preservation had kicked in, it was all over. He'd called Leviathan without even thinking, and had bowled over his enemies with barely an effort. Dozens of lives might have ended, all because Faris had wanted a boat.
What was it that bar-addled cretin had said not so very long ago? 'You're one of them, aren't you? One of those super-powered freaks that dropped from the sky. How do we know you won't be next?'
Looking back on it, maybe the drunken coward had a point. Of course it had seemed ridiculous at the time, even insulting that Faris would ever willingly hurt anyone. But that power was still there along with the temptation to abuse it. Would they be telling stories about him now, along with that pink-haired woman everyone was always muttering about? Would they use his story to turn on another lost traveler and ask, 'How do we know you won't be next?'
Faris took on a hard look as his eyes set on the coming horizon. A dark wind was rising on this strange kingdom of Serentestra. It wouldn't be long now before something terrible took this world.
Faris only hoped that he was still around to stop it.
OOC: ((I think this is the end? xD If you have anything to add, feel free, but it appears to have wrapped up pretty well.))
