((Jet, you can post as much as you like within a day, my “2 per day” is as Loftwing said, a recommendation. If you want to post back and forth with someone [which is amazing], go right ahead!! I think this is becoming amazing already. It’s almost real, when I read it.))

Seth opened his eyes, he was sitting on the floor next to Valkyrie, and it appeared as if everyone had fallen asleep, even himself. Which was odd, as Seth didn’t sleep all the night through most of the time. He stood up, and passed each person quietly. Despite not being fed for quite some time, the fire seemed to be going, its gentle rays casting out shadows that danced along the wall. Each person lay, and Seth wondered silently to himself if they knew what they were in for.

Ocealyth. The jovian. It was more beautiful than any of them had guessed. Seth smiled lightly, as normal as breathing to him. He walked to the hall’s door, putting an ear to it lightly, listening for any sounds of wind outside. Upon hearing nothing, he opened the door gently, into the cool night air. He made his way up the winding steps, back onto what would be the hall’s roof, where the Thomas Door stood, silent in the dark. The world was cast by a faint light from Caelis, who was high above in the night sky. The world around him was a dark blue orange mix that seemed unnatural.

Seth walked through the door, putting one hand on the dark frame. It was cool to the touch, which was slightly odd, though he thought little of it. He stopped on the far side, so that the stairs were directly behind him and sat, feet hanging into the open air. The world felt warm, like a summer’s evening, a contrast to Caelis’ cool spring air.

Time seemed to slow as he played the day back to himself. All the oddities that had happened, yet nothing pointed to why the door suddenly… opened. His eyes gazed outwards, but he was barely looking as Isithula tracked her course through the night sky. A feeling of loneliness passed over him, as all the people that were here, Valkyrie and he had little in the ways of friends, always at odds with someone for something that they could not control.

Seth sighed, and put his head in his hands, letting the warm breeze take away his cares, and his sorrows into the night.

(Too late to hop into [yet another] rp? Man, I am so not on top of things.)

Username: Kiar
Character Name: Edwin Luchith
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: Lanky, flight goggles buried in unruly brown hair (when not worn over his eyes.) Wears mechanic gloves and boots nearly all the time.
Background: He loves mechanics and is going to the university to study engineering. He is fascinated with any new technology that is arising, and experiments a bit with flying and building gliders. He also likes to invent and fiddle with small gadgets.
Patron God: Luchess
Other: Generally ignorant of folklore surrounding the Gods. However, he has begun to doubt his previous beliefs based on his Caller gifts arising.

• This reply was modified 130 days ago by  Kiar.

Edwin woke up. He couldn’t really remember what had caused him to fall asleep in the first place. There was another person with him, shaking his shoulder. Edwin tried to concentrate on the face, but it slipped away elusively. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, his head pounding heavily. Edwin moaned as he clutched his skull. “I think… something hit my head,” he said stupidly, the world still spinning.
It was dark now, and it had been day before. Memories slowly started to flow back into his head, and he was able to concentrate enough to hear the person talking to him. “…asleep at the door or something?”
Door? Edwin thought back. He had been in lecture when strange things had started to happen. Something had shattered, and there was an orange mist…
“I don’t know,” he said, not sure if that had answered the boy’s question or not. The world had stopped spinning, but Edwin still wasn’t able to take in the implications of his surroundings. He had been in a classroom before, right? The familiar boy helped him to his feet, saying something else, but Edwin was hardly paying attention. “Where am I?” he finally wondered out loud.

Marcus got up, and he could hear the winds flying outside. It seemed that Seth had already gotten up, not many others were. He saw that Kade was still clinging his book and chuckled, she must have fallen asleep reading it. His fingers twitched, wanting to write his notes. He’d seen a huge ship in his dream. It was wonderful, flying sales and shinning hulls. He carefully peeled it from her arms, and created another rectangle of energy for it to sit on. He took a while to sketch this one, not even realizing that Kade had gotten up until he looked away. He turned and almost jumped up when Kade was looking over his shoulder, “Please. Please, don’t do that.” He let out a breath and finished his sketch. He waved good morning to a few others when he noticed Seth run down the stairs. “There is a ship, an airship coming this way. I think it may be pirates!”Marcus jumped out of his seat, the rectangle dispersing as he ran up the stairs. Careful not to touch the walls as he ran up, he skipped a couple steps, holding the door frame as he swung around it. He saw a new boy, who he wasn’t to concerned about. But the ship.. he held up his sketch book. It was just like it, only this one looked ruined and unattended. “…What happened..”

Kade slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she was the last of the group to wake. She blinked a few times then stood and stretched, feeling surprisingly well-rested after sleeping on a, very gorgeous but nonetheless stone, floor. She had realized upon waking that the book was no longer in her hands. She turned and saw Marcus sketching behind her. She didn’t look at the page, but rather at the wall in front of her. She remembered how he felt about people watching him, and if she was being honest, she didn’t care about the process so much as the finished product. She stood still, a gentle breeze wafting down the stairs and rustling the fabric of her skirt. In front of her, Marcus jumped, “Please don’t do that.” He mumbled to her, but she barely heard to respond, “My good man. I’m sorry. I must have zoned out. Honestly I haven’t a clue what you are drawing. Looking over shoulders is rude. I was studying that design.” She pointed at an intricate series of drawings all put inside a fist-sized circle midway up the wall directly in front of them, “Not whatever it is your drawing. No offense, but I don’t care. I’m sure it’s beautiful, but I would only look at a finished work you allow me to see.” She smiled at the boy, but before she could continue, Seth was at the stairs, spouting some nonsense about an airship. She followed him up the stairs, and watched, “I could get a closer look if you want.” Finally a chance to seem useful.

“I could get a closer look if you want.” Kade said, confidently.

Seth folded his arms and looked out at the approaching airship. Behind him, he heard the new student mutter something under his breath. “Go ahead, but be careful, Kade. I don’t know what we could find on the planet.”

The drifting airship continued its course towards the rock on which everyone stood. It was a small galleon boat with a large balloon, an oval, lengthways over the ship. Various sails were attached to the sides like wings, white against the dark colored wood. It looked to be in semi-good repair, but hadn’t seen much action in a while.

Just looking at it made Seth feel uneasy for some reason.

Marcus looked at Kade, confused at her comment. The bag wasn’t nearly her size. But he took it, and listened for once as she explained her inheritance, and she shape shifted into a falcon. He almost clapped, but stopped himself, as he didn’t want to draw attention. He watched her fly into the air, then sat down and began to sketch what he’d just seen, accompanied by notes: /That was amazing! I mean, I saw shifters before, at the school, but not like that. It was a very quick transformation, unlike others I’ve seen. This Kade girl is really interesting../ he stopped and looked back up, to make sure he wasn’t left behind and nothing important had happened yet, as it seemed to whenever he looked away.

((Crimson… what?))

Marcus watched as the ship slowly came to a stop across from the floating island and stood up. It was there way of travel! he laughed when Seth turned and asked him for a way across, “This is fantastic!” he said as he got up, “I hope everything is good up there, Kade! We’re boarding!” he closed his sketch book and put it under his arm as he ran over. Marcus put one foot and extended an arm in front of him. He unclenched his fists and energy appeared in front of him, and he slammed his hands down in front of him. It solidified into a bridge from the edge of the circle to the edge of the air ship, “There’s your way across! Now get going, I have to be the last one across,” he laughed. He’d never been so happy about something. His ancestor’s air ship!! He stood with his hands in his pockets and a hearty grin on his face.

From her vantage point, Kade observed the ship while keeping an eye on the group far below her. The ship appeared to be deserted, at least the deck of it. The tattered sails snapped in the breeze, and the ropes creaked, but nothing seemed to stir on board. It seemed all was quiet on the ship, but it still made her feel uneasy. Slowly, she circled lower, tighter, but still nothing. She heard the shout from Marcus, and descended further, following above and behind the group as they made their way to the ship with Marcus’ help. With great effort and concentration, she managed to speak in a croaky voice that didn’t enunciate perfectly through the beak, “Seems pretty dead. On the deck at least.” She considered alighting on someone’s shoulder, the effort of changing back wasn’t very appealing. Kade rather enjoyed being in a different form, but she flew on ahead, over the bridge and to the deck of the ship, beginning her transformation back into human form before landing. Amid a small whirlwind of green and yellow, she stepped lightly onto the deck, a smile of pure happiness tugging at the corners of her mouth as she stared around, “This is brilliant!!” She mumbled, holding a hand out to Marcus as he climbed on board, reaching for her bag, “Thanks for that.”

Seth looked around at the airship, in awe of its splendor. The others boarded and looked around themselves, but Seth grabbed the lead quickly. “Does anyone know anything about airships? Because we are going to need a pilot, and goodness knows that that is not me.”

((Short post, sorry. Conversations are conversations.))

Seth followed Marcus around the ship as he looked at the designs. Marcus seemed to know what he was doing, and Seth continued to Believe that he could do it, bolstering his confidence, if even ever so slightly. Finally Marcus came to where Seth assumed one could steer the boat. “By the looks of it, only a Defender can steer this?”

((Agreed. Interest may have been lost :\ ))

((Oh gosh! I still want to keep it up if ya’ll do. I just had it in the back of my mind to respond, but completely forgot…))