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Post by Admin on Oct 18, 2020 17:45:54 GMT
Captain Barrett returns to Calvera in the company of Lorelei.
"Ah, and here is your royal cousin, prince Calvera. He too hides his true worth under a rough exterior!
"Prince Calvera, may I introduce your royal cousin, Princess Lorelei."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2020 1:01:15 GMT
"Well look at you cuz all grown up. So what's shakin?"
[OOC: Judging from the 'castle players' thread Calvera would have been part of the court the one time Lorelei was there.]
Calvera stands about 5'10" and has the build and tightly coiled energy of a gymnast. He's clean shaven, face and head, well tanned including on his bare chest and feet. He's not a man that one would often describe at ease, but he seems completely natural on deck wearing only loose black pants and a pair of mismatched heavy gloves of some kind of scale or hide.
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Post by Lorelei on Oct 19, 2020 6:34:46 GMT
[OOC: With everyone remaining in their own thread, while they interact I'll multi-post.]
"As I was telling Captain Barrett, with the events of Amber being reflected into Rebma, it's my duty to visit the castle and pay my respects. I noticed Family aboard and had to indulge Tradition. There is no telling how many decades before we see each other again."
"Speaking of, I hope our respective fathers' game has finally been set aside, and our's will be one of our own making."
She moves her hands such that he can grip them in his own or step between them for a hug. If he chooses the hug, their torsos briefly press together and he notices her bracer still bares a bit of sea-chill as it touches his back. Even with both of them barefoot, Lorelei tops Calvera by two inches. While they have similar builds, she weighs a bit less due to the gender difference. Her hair is long and black, reaching her mid-back, and is so dark that it has blue undertones, much like his father's. She has beautiful jade-colored catlike eyes and arched eyebrows, similar to Llewella's, that stand out against her pale pink complexion. She is attired Rebman fashion; black swim-trunks covered by a short skirt of silver scales with pouches along the belt-line. Her only other adornments are a coiled bracer on her left forearm that resembles a flattened silver eel and a saber hanging at her side. To the initiated, her blade seems to posses a gravity of its own... At this range, it's unmistakably a Pattern-blade.
"So, what has you booking passage on this vessel? I assume Eivor has gone below deck. Is she travelling for the same reason?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2020 14:44:32 GMT
I had some other sardonic quip to follow up my rude greeting but for some reason I was completely disarmed by her hug. I I stood there stiffly in her arms and patted her awkwardly on the back.
"Our Fathers are both dead, and I for one do not intend to have my life ruled by their shades."
I stepped back.
"I sail for that vision of Paris Corwin laid claim too. I could use a guide. You'll receive poor welcome in the Castle, why not come with me."
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Post by Admin on Oct 19, 2020 15:46:29 GMT
As Lorelei and Calvera talk they see from the corner of their eye two more passengers come onto the ship: A tall musclebound man attending to a delicate, sophisticated lady. Captain Barrett fusses over and flatters the woman while mostly ignoring the man.
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Post by Lorelei on Oct 20, 2020 9:49:32 GMT
She takes no offense from his stiffness or the slight distancing. The differences between their worlds was more than just air- or water-breather, patriarchy or matriarchy, insular or open mores. "It is my understanding that our fathers were so much alike that it fueled their rivalries and eventually their hatred of each other. I am glad there will be no hostilities carried over between us."
"I imagine that Father's Paris will be as different from Amber as is Rebma, in a myriad of unexpected ways. Having never been there, I would be a poor guide, but perhaps my presence could smooth your way. Ever since I learned of its existence, I have wanted to see it, but the loss of Morganthe has made Mother over-protective, hence...," and she gestures back to where she had come ashore with the palace guard, who has already disappeared below the waves... The mention of her deceased sister noticeably darkens her mood.
The new arrivals draw her attention for a moment. Nuances in how they carry themselves tells Lorelei the woman is some kind of noble, but the man... there is more to him than initially meets the eye. "I don't suppose you know who they are...," she comments to Calvera.
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Post by Admin on Oct 20, 2020 13:38:00 GMT
The ringing of a large bell sounds out over the harbour, signalling that the tide is optimal for the ships to sail. Across the bay, ships raise anchor, unfurl sails and set out across the sea. Behind them, the docked ships pull in their gangplank, unmoor their ropes, then sail of row out into the water.
Barrett yells at his crew good-naturedly and has them push off and race the other ships out of the bay.
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Post by Admin on Oct 20, 2020 13:55:24 GMT
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