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I thought and re-thought a lot over the weekend; I really like Skull & Shackles, and I love Katara as a character. I do have fun with her. However, with all things put on the scale, I don't think this is the game for me. I thank the GM for the opportunity and apologize for leaving, but I'm stepping out. I wish you all have fun and a great game, and I'm sure we will cross again on other games in the future.
I wouldn't want to drink or be the target of it. Honestly, anything that harms the ownership of the character longer than a single combat is just detrimental to the RP experience. I'd prefer we have a chance to find it without being used. I'd also like to hear more about the system we're following for our day actions, night actions, etc.; if we start becoming omnipresent and being able to interact with every single person on the ship on an afternoon, I feel it will also go against the actual S&S system, and eventually harm the fun of the people who can't be as active.
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Katara gives a naughty smile; that of a kid who likely broke something and is now hiding. She then laughs playfully and briefly. Well, locks break, especially in a ship full o'people very much trying tah' break 'em. - she says in a low tone - But that's fine, me' friend. We're all partners here, right? I'll make sure to seek the vial and tell me' companions about our agreement. I'm sure they'll be extra-motivated to hear 'bout recovering their possessions, albeit slow tah' avoid raising suspicions. She then leaves, getting with Atia briefly before heading back to the bilges to meet back with Seadreamer. Seadreamer:
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”Okay look. I’ll slip things back over time. Two or three items today, few tomorrow, and so on. I’ll need you folk to buy a few things legit-like in the meantime, so I can fuge the worth of things and make it look like I made you pay. Deal?” Katara ponders for moments, looking at Atia while doing so. Very well, mate. We will do our best. - she agrees, immediately following - For today, then, maybe I can get back mah' spear, the lock we talked about, and Atia here may have one of her things... Like, for example... She gestures to Atia, for her to say which one of her items she'd want back. As the wizard is speaking, Katara produces the six gold coins for the daggers. ---------------------------------------------------------------
Katara walks aside, towards the kitchen, almost whispering to Atia. Thanks for waiting, Atia... - says the kineticist, now finally starting to munch on her breakfast - ... Since yarr' gonna go for you rounds across tha' ship, please spread tah' our mates that we gotta find the heart-shaped vial, and what we will be getting bah' doing so. As she pauses, she pulls the three daggers she just bought from Grok. Please, take with you, and distribute as ya' go around. It's farr' you, Destinie and Cassandra. I've taken care of Joran, Seadreamer, and Terry already, and I will seek Ming on me' own to arm her as well. - another bite - It's for our protection, as ya' know. For now, 'til we get ever'thin' back. I don't expect anyone to be using, but I don't want us caught in a fistfight anymore.
Just hoping we can resolve our scene before Joran appears there on the galley. Can we say it happens before then? Just to avoid the annoying feeling of omnipresence?
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Katara frowns briefly. 'Ya know, somehow I feel this philter's worth a lot more than our little collection of mundane thingamabobs... - she stops, then holds her scrimshaw image of Besmara - Maybe we should then take a leap of faith together, huh? I have 'nother business proposition; return tha' trunk now. T'will be much easier to find it by using tha' pair o'eyes of eight individuals or so scattered throughout the Worm. 'Tis will not only better motivate people, but will help keep us safer as we risk our necks tah' find the vial while we shirk our duties. She keeps holding the goddess image for moments, then stops to scratch her neck and continues to barter. 'Ya know I'm good for me' promises and coins, and you work everyday side bah' side with Atia here. I can't guarantee we will find it, but I can guarantee if it's around, that's our best chance to find it without calling anyone's unwanted attention. We really can't trust anyone else around here!
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Katara looks at Atia, as soon as Grok finishes, silently. After some moments, she covers her mouth, shy to have an urge to laugh. Mate, is this... Is this fah' real? A love potion? - the young human doesn't really understand anything about alchemy or arcane spells - I... I didn't even know such thing existed! But 'aye guess we all saw much stranger things around. She pauses briefly, now scratching her chin in seriousness. How does the vial look like? I'll run around and try to find it, but honestly t'will be quite hard. It might not even be in the same vial anymore. It maybe even have been used! - she's honest on her assessment - But I'll do mah' best, my friend. Katara now waits some seconds, giving space to Atia to speak, before proceeding. Anyway... I wanted to purchase a couple more things. - she goes for business - I need a lock, good one if 'ya have it... And three more daggers. New pause. Well, I also have two other questions. First... is anyone 'round the ship missing an arm, or a leg? I'm a carpenter... I may be able tah' make sum' coins there. - and then, finally, she points at the trunk where hers and her companions gear was stored - The other question is simpler... Give me a number for that trunk. How much for its contents? Just gimme a number, be good, and I'll work on it.
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Katara smiles when Atia hands her the breakfast. 'Ya goin' for your rounds now, right? Please, hold on a minute. I need to talk tah' you before you run the ship, as soon as I'm finished here... Promise I won't take long. - she asks, lightly touching her arm, before turning back to Grok. What are you missing, mate? - the kineticist finally asks the quartermaster - Maybe I can help you find? Or maybe, I can find 'ya a replacement?
DM Fern:
Katara has an uneventful night, after the evening activities, and wakes up in a good mood. She makes sure to carry the right equipment with her, and includes the extra pieces she wants to distribute to her companions. She ponders, for minutes, on how to do it - but then she's surprisingly happy to hear that the Dwarf is assigned to the same isolated place as she is!
She does just the bare minimum of her tasks, waiting until she's finally alone with Seadreamer. When it happens, she approaches him with a smile, and literally extends her hands with a heavy mace. Ahoy, mate! I'm sure ya' know how to use this one, right? - she says, happy with the fortune to have her work made easier - I've been getting sum'thing at each one of our hands tah' better defend ourselves. At least to give us a better chance. No one will bat an eye to a tough Dwarf carrying around a spiked ol'ball of metal in a crude stick, right? -------------------
One more time Katara seeks Grok, the quartermaster. The Garundi now carries a mace with her, tied with the other carpentry tools, and her wooden armor can be inferred from under her thin clothes. More visible, however, is the scrimshaw depicting Besmara held in a leather necklace - especially since Besmara looks suspiciously like Katara herself in the art. Howdy, Grok! - she says, giving the half-orc a smile before proceeding - 'Ya get any mor' stories for me? Any news? Are we all rich already? Her tone is that of someone lightly joking, making small talk. She interlaces her fingers and patiently leans against a wooden wall to hear.
Or maybe we can just let her play to her strengths, right? You know, instead of the whole "damsel in distress" angle? :) Just some thoughts. Who knows, at the end of the day, she may be the one playing the Captain. Despite being afraid, or disgusted, or even in danger, maybe the character is enjoying the opportunity to amass some fraction of power through the illusion of fragility, and maybe the player is enjoying their scene?
DM Fern:
Jack took the dagger, turning it over in his hands a couple times, then nodding and tucking into his belt, under his oversized tunic. "Be careful," he cautioned, a sincere look of worry on his face. "You should 'lay low' as well. Do not get caught stocking up on arms or it will paint a target on your back." Katara just smiles and waits for him to leave. It's already a bit late, so she stops to think about her next day; her priority right now is to put a weapon into Seadreamer's and Ming's hands; one of the maces and the last dagger likely would do the trick. She has no idea if anyone is actually martially trained, and these are simpler weapons to use than the exquisite handaxe. Maybe one of them would know how to don this leather armor too?, she wonders, considering on how to approach it without catching too much attention. Atia, Destinie, and Cassandra don't look much the type to use weapons and Sandara had somewhat helped them already, but yet Katara wants to make sure even they end up with means to defend themselves better than resorting to spells or prayers. Maybe some more daggers, I guess? Or just some light maces? I can't have Grok having too many ideas about me, though., she concludes, thinking that she needs a better lock. She goes to her hammock, finally, carrying the small crude bag with some of "her" "new" belongings. Somebody gotta be missing a leg., crosses her thoughts as she puts her left arm under the head. Tomorrow will be another day, but I already feel safer than a couple days ago. - and as she looks at the wooden ceiling, she holds the scrimshaw and prays to Besmara, preparing for more mischief.
I meant to say something earlier, but I fell asleep (I was...up for over 24 hours again) - Katara's really killing it with the scavenging. Awesome stuff. Thanks mate! Each one of us is doing our jobs right? I'm trying to pass unnoticed and meanwhile equip our group! I also worked the quartermaster, but if I had known that Joran was interested in tapping the half-Orc, I'd have just waited for him to use all his charm before doing anything :) Plus, instead of a weapon, I'd have gotten him a pair of shoes, or some blue pills...
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As she notices the Conchobar and Tilly approaching, Katara understands that's her cue. She stands up laughing, tapping on Terry's shoulder, and leans to whisper to his ears only. Keep'em busy, Terry th'Tiger... We need the friends, or at least tah' understand where loyalties lie. I'll leave something by your hammock tonight. She blinks to him, right by the moment the gnome and the human get by. She leans on the gnome's shoulder. Tis' guy is hilarious! - she speaks to Conchobar while pointing at Terry, and as soon as she sees them engaging with him, she will use the distraction to disappear for her night activities. On the way, she will seek Terry's hammock, make sure she's not been observed, then leave a hidden object wrapped in some old clothes - in which she writes "Olga's Flag" with a piece of coal. Hidden Object for Terry:
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Oh! - she says, picking the piece from him and immediately wrapping around her neck - It's fantastic, mate! She organizes the objects with his help, then speaks. Ya' know, 'tis will be another of our secrets. We gotta be ready... And I do have sum'thing for you as well, that I got today with Grok. - she pauses, looking around as he did to make sure they aren't being observed, then produces one dagger - Keep it hidden, mate. 'Tis not ta' be used, huh? Only if 'ya need to defend yourself. Find me if you ever need help... But try to lay low so ya' never have to use it. While she is aware that he had to be using something to carve the scrimshaw, she figured it would have been something improvised - and hoped that the dagger would give him some protection and a better tool for the job. DM Fern:
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Oh, 'ya crack me up, mate! - she says, now stopping to clearly look around to see if anyone else has gathered around them - Dunno who suffered tha' most... Buckley, The whores to entertain that ugly bastard, Olga for the shame, or that poor flag!
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Oh, for crying out loud! This kid has eyes of an eagle!, she thinks. For moments she ponders if she should just keep her silence and hide, but is concerned that he'd come down to search for her and end up hurt. Instead, she rushes upstairs, and tries to put her mouth to shut him up. Shhh! - she whispers - Come, b'fore someone sees us. I'll explain 'ya. She tries to pull him out silently, towards the crew quarters.
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Katara truly enjoys the turtle soup - what a pleasant surprise, she thinks, all things considered. She pays no mind to Joran and Atia's business, instead seeking Terry through the crowd. Once she finds him, she sits by his side with a smile; she tries to ensure they're alone when she does so. Ahoy, mate! I wanted to talk to you. 'Ya know, just sheer curiosity. - she starts, then following - 'Aye heard you have some curious story from Quent... Sum'thin' about a magic parlor trick involving a disappearing old piece of cloth. She pauses, waiting for his response. Meanwhile, she looks around to make sure no one else is paying special attention to them, so pushes for the small talk. ----------------------
Still with one of the daggers well hidden, Katara goes for yet another night of exploration. She has been lucky, so far, but her small size and nonchalant behavior helps wrap her in the shadows and she moves away from prying eyes. This time, she tries to seek the brig of the ship, or whatever place was being used to keep Jakes (the keelhauled man) before.
Big bad dude is expecting a Donatello soup and you might end up serving him some Splinter dumplings. Classic!
Katara smiles to Grok, and then produces seven gold pieces and carefully organizes them over the table. Thanks, mate! Like I told 'ya, I'm not really good at counting with me' fingers. I'm skinny but these things are as fat as manatees. I'm sure tha' Captain will check that these *six* gold coins perfectly make it ta' the chest. She blinks, collects the purchases, then immediately takes a minute to don her armor under the clothes. The kineticist carefully hides the daggers on the same sack of coins she brought, bids farewell, then leaves to stash the belongings and get back to the chores.
Jack blushed at the praise. "My father taught me. The real one, when I was young. There are always plenty of fish skulls left after meals, I use pieces of them. After cleansing them, of course! It should not have much smell to it. I could bore a hole through the top, should you wish to tie a cord to it?" T'would be awesome! I mean, assuming it can be done without crackin' it. - says Katara, already thinking on finding some small thin cord around the ship to use with the art. She talks a bit more with the young man, happy and surprised to be actually creating stronger ties in this nightmarish ship than anywhere she had been before. Besmara is probably having a big laugh about it right now!, she thinks in a smile, going back to clean some rum stains from the aft deck wood. ------------------------------------ Grok seems all too happy to chat about herself, and you sense she may have helped herself to some of the rum she was filling. "Ha! I know Harrigan's a hardass, but I've had it worse, believe me. See this?" She indicated a wicked scar that encircled her throat. "Some nice men gave me that when I was eleven. Had all sorts of things to say about my heritage. Let's just say having an orc for a daddy ain't all it's cracked up to be, even when you never meet him." She chuckled. "So uh...what're ya in the market for?" Me' friend, I hope these men's luck run out a long time ago, and the reapers already took'em souls to whatever hell they belong to nowadays. Eleven years old? I ain't even twice that yet! 'Tis just a shy over the fingers I use ta' count! She gives Grok some space to talk more about it or not - by her own discretion - and as the half-orc asks about what she wanted, she continues. Well, first 'aye really wanted to get me' wooden armor back. Bah, sorry, any wooden armor would work ta' be honest, I didn't care for the other one anyway. - she starts, quickly remembering that anything she had before, doesn't belong to her anymore - Plus, sum' daggers. No, I'm not looking far' trouble... It's just protection, you know well. 'Bout three daggers would do tha' trick, or even a rapier if you'd ask me fair coins for it. She gives a smile to Grok; she was very much willing to negotiate, but probably wouldn't push her luck too far. DM Fern:
Jack smiled at her comment about smiling. "I am sorry for not conversing more yesterday. With all of the morning's...excitement...I will admit I kept my distance out of nervousness. I...erm...I made you something, last night. If it is not too presumptuous of me." He rummaged in a pocket and pulled out a piece of bone about the size of a hardtack biscuit. Carved darkly into the bones was an image of such artistry, Katara could not do much but stare for a moment. It was an image of Besmara, as she was typically drawn, with long dark hair and rapier drawn, the jolly rodger symbol in the background. Only, he'd somehow managed to make Besmara's face look like Katara. "It is called scrimshaw," Jack explained anxiously. "The method of carving it, I mean. You mentioned Besmara taking you in, so I thought you might like a reminder that she still with you. Perhaps it will bring you luck?" Jack, mate... - she looks shocked for a moment - You honor me with it! 'Tis incredible work! Where did you learn this... Crim shan? Scrimshaw? I'll treasure it forevah'! She honestly likes the work; while on the back of her mind she was thinking where the materials would have come from (or who the bones belonged to), in truth she was in awe for it. Her devotion for Besmara was as real as the seas were salty, and the small object almost felt like a holy symbol for her. Thanks for it. Don't worry about yesterday... I was glad 'ya didn't get caught on all tha' ado. I wonder if I can hang it in a necklace? - she completes, back to admiring the artistry. ---------------------- When Katara heads to the store, she finds Grok in the process of portioning out the evening's rum rations. "Ah, back, eh?" Grok grinned. "Why, I'm betting that means you 'earned' a bit of coin or trade." My oh my, ain't you brawls AND brain? - Katara smiles friendly towards Grok; she really somewhat admired the half-Orc and her style - Yeah, did find sum' coins laying around. Guess Besmara fortunes the salties, right? She leans against a wall and for a second tries to read if the goddess name had had any effect. I don't want to take much of yarr' time, mate. But I guess we may have some minutes... Sum'day you gotta tell me your stories. How did you end up here. Who were you b'fore Harrigan give you this current... opportunity. She pauses, hoping to make an impression - while she was genuinely interested in hearing about Grok's past and get a feeling of where the quartermaster's alliances would ultimately lie, she was also trying to sweet her deals with her and create a powerful ally in the ship.
Katara swabs around, pretending to care about the work, but with her head anywhere but there. She is glad they weren't jumped again, but has already started her preparation for the next time it happens - if it happens. While moving, she would talk with Jack, trying to gauge on how he was feeling. Hey, mate... 'Tis my third day here now. You should be smilin' a lot more for having me' company! - she smiles to him, friendly, and even honestly worried - 'Ya know, one of me' new friends is Chelish too, like 'ya "adoptive" father. Atia, the girl by the kitchen helping tha' cook. **********************************************
For Katara, she only lost 1 point of CON both times, she has an odd CON, and she basically recovered it during the overnight sleep... So I guess it's a little easier for me as I don't have to really change anything. @GM Fern: Katara gave the kitchen knife to Joran. Should it be treated like an improvised dagger? She just wanted to make sure she started the arm her companions in case someone decides to jump them again.
Katara goes back to her hammock, before then organizing "her own belongings". Before actually setting to sleep, however, she slips out to seek Joran. As usual, she navigates the ship as silently as she can, using the dim lights to her advantage.
She finally gets to his section as she's talking to the Dwarf, and holds for moments; then, she approaches and taps the barbarian carefully. Sorry tah' disturb, mate. - she whispers, leaving a small object by his hands, wrapped in a piece of cloth - I'm sure 'ya can make good use of it, only and if needed. Not sure how tha' morning tomorrow will go, so I'd rather the strongest ones across us are better... Prepah'red. She waits briefly to see if Joran or Seadreamer would say anything, but then leaves almost as fast and silently as she came. The wrapped object reveals to be a sort of kitchen knife - that could likely be used as a dagger.
Night Actions:
Katara sits down with the others after the bloody hour. She's still quite bruised, but the young Garundi looks more absorbed on her thoughts than the usual - actually, she's thinking about what the quartermaster told her; and, at the same time, wondering if she'd become an unlikely ally. It seems the kineticist had already gotten some clues on the things that may appeal to the half-Orc, and she plans on how to make the friendship even more fruitful.
I'm torn between option #2 (my preferred, I think) and option #1. I dislike option #3 because it cuts too much on the RP opportunities - as much as I like the die rolling and mechanics, I actually prefer the scenes, chatting, etc. (plus it helps also base our own group - we don't actually know each other at all, as characters or players, and without the RP it will be awkward to define ship roles etc. later on).
As she walks, Katara gives Atia a brief smile, trying to encourage her companion to thrive. She's brief, though, as quickly she gets to the quartermaster and is greeted. Howdy... - Katara responds, shy between her teeth - Well, t'would be hard for me tah' have something to trade when all my belongings were taken, right? Katara is way too paranoid to trust anyone; she likes her skin too much. She just plain states the truth, before following. Anyway, good morning fah' you too... My name is Katara. - she takes the time to introduce herself - I... I don't want to take much of your time. I can only imagine how busy ya' might be! To be trusted the stores on a ship surrounded by violent, strong individuals, ya' gotta be stronger than most. The Garundi pauses briefly, tactfully analyzing Grok's size, features, and weaponry. Well, not all of us can be like that... - she gives a smirk, showing some of the bruises from earlier - ... And yet, I... Look, 'aye don't want to hurt anybody. Keep me' weapons, if you may. I just need some protection... Maybe just me' armor. And I'll repay on tha' first chance...
The Garundi works well enough, but still tries to make some time on her day to chat with the others - and hopefully go see the quartermaster at some point. When the oracle speaks, she is quick to respond - looking around to make sure no one else would be sticking their ears on the conversation. That was Aquan, mate... - says Katara, giving Destinie a smile - I'm sure tha' given enough time, we can teach 'ya. It seems tah' be a good option for us here. She pauses for a moment to breath - while she's hurt, she doesn't feel it's anything that would kill her, and wasn't her first rodeo being roughened up. Yet, the pain is still there when she swabs around, as well as her filling hatred for the faces she well recorded in her mind. What was that about? - she finally speaks towards Cassandra and Destinie - I mean... They said what it was about. They wanted tah' give the big loud guy their welcome. He does speak too much, 'aye guess, but why would they round us up with him baffles me. We gotta stick together, but this association is starting tah' feel a bit painful! She's sincere as she speaks, stopping with a silent "ouch" as she bends her back while working. DM Fern:
Katara sees that the situation may be defusing, despite being hurt, and once again breathes down and calms. These would leave some bruises, but she was going to survive. Maybe. Probably. Regardless, as she lets the steam out, she kicks the half-orc away, and moves towards the stairs to flee.
Did someone take the plate numbers for the truck that punched me in the face? :) Not sure Katara will have a nose this afternoon, and she's already missing some pulled hair. At least carpenters can be bald and work with a broken nose! As a player, I still feel she should be holding on her blasts. No way to do them nonlethally, and at our level they can be deadly! As a character, however, I think I can't justify her pulling back anymore hehe :(
Hurt, Katara seems to be absurdly holding herself to avoid doing something stupid that she may repent later. Yet, her fists look full of water - not sweaty, but if as someone had both her hands inside jellyfishes. She grins, trying to simply shove the other woman out of the way.
Katara five-foot-steps towards Randall. Again, she gathers power - water bags seem to form out of everywhere, some of it from air itself, in a very loud windy cyclone of sorts around the kineticist. This time she doesn't very much speak anything, but her eyes look almost blueish from all the water accumulating there, and the hair moves around in bags of water as if it had life itself... ... And this time she doesn't release the tension - she keeps very much gathering more, the "water witch" is too young and rash to hold any longer on hitting back after being hit once again.
Katara grins; there's actual hatred through her teeth, focusing her stern gaze on the girl that just pulled her hair. Centered on her, an entire area 20 feet wide shakes loudly, as water from air itself seems to move and gather around Katara. Planks and hats move, in what looks like a small cyclone starting to form on her hands.
Didcha' just pull my hair, %$&&$%? Yet, she breathes down, letting the elements calm.
'Ya ain't worth the whip. Really, just count it as 'ya luck day. She just tries to push the other girl away, in a non-dangerous fashion, and doesn't even manage to bruise her.
Finally, she steps back, giving space for her peers to step in if they want to. She speaks something as she does it, and it sounds as if bubbles are popping around her. Aquan, towards Destinie: Feel free to step in, mate. I have to control my own hatred for a moment before I end up killing someone by mistake. - even her Aquan sounds strongly accented, but there's something natural to it: as if water is embed to Katara to her very core.
Thanks - I was mostly setting up some boundaries here. We're in a game environment, and we should remember there are players trying to play their characters on the other side, instead of trying to hog the action. If in real life one "gentleman" (in fedora probably!) could put himself in front of a smaller woman to "defend her honor" (ugh!) against another large individual, all I see is Clark Gable saying "he doesn't give a damn" if you catch my point. It just feels dated, chauvinistic, and I was bluntly honest with it; I have difficulties imagining the same "step aside darlin" thing would happen if the character was a skinny 17-year-old boy. I addressed it in-character, but I wanted to also call attention here in discussion to make it abundantly clear before it escalates more. If after reading my comment, your first thought is to play victim and call for "respect", then you absolutely missed the point. Yet, I agree with the GM, and will use Fern more as a mediator in the future (hoping that this episode made abundantly clear that I'm not okay with certain actions). Cheers and to a great second day.
Honestly, people, please don't "darling" me or any other kind of misogyny or male chauvinism. We should be respecting the other players (and characters, for a healthy party). I already asked the GM to manage some of the bickering and passive-aggressive posts, and wouldn't want now to also become part of it. Let's play in a healthy way.
I am not ya' darling, neither 'aye need ya ta' speak for me. - says Katara, not allowing Joran to step in front of her, and then responding directly the other man - Yes, mate, in a hurry! Trying ta' get to work already. The small woman stayed there, looking at the bald man with confused eyes. She doesn't really much understand what was going on. As Destinie speaks, she nods her head in agreement. Ya' know, she's right. No need for any problems, right? - she steps sideways, showing that their numbers were considerably larger - Let's have sum' rum together tonight and keep things peaceful like the Captain said.
Oh, that's sum'thing right there! - she says, admired with the young man's experience - 'Ya know, if you were looking ta' sign for a ship, then don't fret about this one. Things may always change from night ta' day, right? Maybe Besmara will show us a path we can't even see now. She approaches, yet not beyond an arm of distance. We can all help each other. I mean, I can't see how 'aye could be of use to anyone, but still. - she is a lot more sincere than she'd like to be - But 'tis great to be able to count with you. We gotta stick together if we're all in tha' bottom of the barrel. She then turns to Destinie.
... And if I may intrude, I agree with you, mate. 'Tis easy to grab ourselves to a feelin' of trust, when in truth we don't know who's surrounding us. - brief pause - But looking at the fact we seem ta' be on the same boat, literally and figut... Figur... I mean, literally and non literally, then ta' Terry's point, we should at least try to count with each other. Finally, she reaches in to touch Seadreamer's arm.
I hope I can accompany ya, mate. 'Tis a bit late for me as well, and if yar' good with tha' blades, then I hope ya' can get me safe to the hammocks even without one in your hands. - she gives him a smile, proceeding to greet the others a good night.
Cheliax? - she says, thoughtful - Oh, it makes me feel how little 'aye know 'bout the world. Ya' know Jack, the young lad which was by me as you approached b'fore? His adoptive father is... Was... Chelish too. Well, not really adoptive father, but someone he cherished. Maybe you two would like to talk! She doesn't extend much more the conversation. Sandara approaches with some items from Atia and Cassandra, so Katara just gives her a smile and leaves her be, turning her attention to Terry, nearby. She limits to take mind annotations about the items she has, and who they belong to. --------------------------------------
The kineticist turns to Terry with eyes of curiosity. Maybe the rum is already making its effect, but she feels as if she is already smiling too much. So... Terry, right? I saw how fast ya' climbed the mast. - she's brief to follow up - What's yar' story, mate? It feels as if you had don' it before! The Garundi stops speaking to give him space to talk. If any of the new ones have prior experience, this would be a nice and welcome surprise. --------------------------------------
Katara analyses the leg and saves it, together with the knife - one never knows when it might be useful. She leaves the hook and rope behind; this might be something for a different day, but she's glad to know it's here. She leaves for bed after the night activities to get rest.
Good to meet ya' too... Shark bait. - she pronounces with awkwardness, a little shy, before turning to the wizard. Atia is a beautiful name! - says Katara, recognizing the woman which brought her food before - Pity you hadn't cooked the one today, but hopefully ya' have a talent for it. T'was the top of my day to be able to stop working a bit tah' fill me belly! Where do you come from? Can't imagine you're from anywhere in the Shackles.
At dinner time, Katara seeks the company of the other ones that just joined the ship with her. She sits with the group, but keeps an eye open for the officers - she's a bit paranoid, and with the attention some of them are gathering, she wants to avoid being "too associated" in case the Captain decides to paint the bottom of the ship with a special tone of young Garundi red. Nice to meet you all, despite our circumstances... - she finally speaks, shy, giving her best to take courage - My name is Katara. I remember some of you... From the Formidable Maid. She pauses, looking around, and after she eats a little more rations, she speaks again. I know it might feel as if fate was cruel with all of us... But I trust Besmara, and she works in mysterious ways. But you know, it's after the storm... She then picks up a small piece of bread with her left hand, and with her right hand she makes rain over it - of course just small drops, almost no water at all, but still out of thin air. She does it in the stealthier way she can, so that only the small group would see it.
Finally completing, she stops the aquakinesis and just gives a large smile. ... It's after the storm that the sun shines brighter.
@GM: do I participate on the party chat as well, or do the actions I took happen at that time? Just asking before I start interacting :)
Katara tries to sneak around the ship while most eyes are driven to the dinner and leisure of the night. She has some idea of the layout of the ship, and is smart enough to avoid the office quarters for now; she's tempted to do some exploration at the quartermaster's store, but that's probably for another night. She needs to better understand the quartermaster and the rhythm of the shipping before taking such risk. Instead, she pulls herself to go explore the galley and see if she can find anything of value there.
Katara drinks the rum - yes, it isn't great, but she likes it anyway. She knows it makes her friendlier, but honestly she doesn't much care: it's mostly about the taste, really, and to forget some of this horrible day.
Katara observes, silently, as Rosie is carried to the mainmast. What a sadistic, brute bunch, are her thoughts. Yet, she can't deny it's effective: she knows she is powerless against what's happening, and knows to keep her tongue well locked in her mouth. There would be a time and a place for payback later. The young woman eyes try to avert the sight for a moment. Blood will splatter, she knows, maybe even on her. The kineticist lets her thoughts go take her around the faces on the ship: all the newcomers, like her, the other very few that showed any sympathy, and of course those forsaken.
Katara sees the cook's assistant coming by, and taps gently on Jack's arm to let him know the food is coming. My sincerest thanks, mate. - she tells the petite woman as she approaches - 'Aye honestly hope things at tha' kitchen are looking better for 'ya, huh? The last part is practically whispered towards the woman for her ears only; the kineticist remembers she was just shanghaied together with her, and how she was thumping around and feeling daze when they were first awoken. I'm starving! - she finally concludes, this time involving both Jack and the newcomer - ... Hope ya' had sum' spices for the chew!
Ustalav... - she says - ... Well, I honestly haven't heard much. I me'self could say I'm Garundi, like mah' parents, but was born onboard of a ship, and barely ever lived in something not constantly bobblin'around. She pauses to process all the information Jack had just told her. Despite his openness - and apparent hatred towards the Captain - Katara is way too paranoid to let her own feelings out, limiting what she shares. Sorry for your loss, mate. - the kineticist finally follows - 'Ya know, pirates will be pirates. But those people that sell, or buy, other people... They should probably share tha' blame for your pain. She stops hammering for a moment and approaches him, daring to touch him on the shoulder and offer a smile. 'Ya know, maybe you feel lonely now. But look around... You're not. I'm here, and like me, many others too. - brief pause - Another orphan of the oceans, but Besmara took me in. Look beyond tha' swabbing, and you'll see the seas and all they offer to 'ya future. Hang on and it'll pay off big. 'Til then, enjoy the ride and tha' small pleasures!
As Katara hammers down some loose planks, she speaks again with the nearby Jack. She isn't the best at making friends, but she'd at very least try. Well, as we get ta' work... Tell me your story! How did you end up here? Ya' don't look the sailing type, you know. - she says - I like the way ya' speak! It makes me feel like a lady. Ya' know, not any lady, but one of those fancy madams from the courts!
I am Katara. Nice ta' meet you, Jack. - she says, offering an awkward smile - Let's talk later, mate! Dying ta' hear how'd you end up here. She interrupts herself when Scourge approaches, careful to avoid catching the officer's attention. As he asks about repairs, her eyes turn to him, and she replies in a shy, low tone, raising her arm slowly. I can do some woodworking, especially if there are tools... - she says, complementing - ... Had done repairs in tha' past.
Scourge used it, Javell… that’s why Terry is bringing it up, I imagine.
DM Fern: Katara notices the one staring at her, and walks towards him, dissimulated as if pretending she was simply going for her tasks. Yet, as she closes by, she speaks. Ahoy, mate. 'Twas staring at me sorry arse as I climbed, huh? - she starts, briefly - Ay, don't sweat it. Just pickin' on 'ya. Name's Katara. She doesn't extend a hand in compliment, still trying to pretend nothing was going on, and trying to avoid the attention from the officers.
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