Etherium wasn't dead! It was just resting! Vooom! FWEEWEEWEE!

[imperialkitten]

A variety of circumstances have led me to believe that I have the right to shove Etherium's plot right up to the point where I can play again. If you disagree (or are just curious what they are) you can find it here.

Even though I'm playing with myself, this IS an open post. I don't WANT to RPsturbate, you know! ;)Shin-sin-fa had lookout duty

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[pj_patches]

If Fate were not such a trickster, PJ would have been happily scrawling in her journal in her makeshift hovel, half cave and half lean-to, with all of her clothes on and a warm meal in her belly, when one search party came across her home

[imperialkitten]

The boy had learned within his first hour on the ground to simply ignore the wildlife above him. There were no signs of any large predators (and this planet was of no size to support much of a population of them either). In fact, the animals around him were so unafraid he had the idea that there probably were no large carnivores, and whoever had written the sign was gone. When PJ's morph went over his head, he didn't even look up to notice that it wasn't a monkey

[pj_patches]

Over the back of the prone cat-boy's head, PJ glared at Scrap, who made a phallus and scuttled off to hide from her wrath.

He bloody well knew it was just a boy, she thought sourly. Looking down at the tense but oddly patient form beneath her, she shook her head sadly.

The kid was a pirate all right--the sheer number of blades on his body proved it if the permanent hoops in his ears or the scars she could see up the back of his neck didn't. So many sailors that were treated ill on straight vessels turned pirate, and he'd obviously been treated ill somewhere. She found herself wanting to gather his slight frame up in her arms and squeeze him, maybe spit on her shirt hem and wipe that smear of dirt off of his left cheek...

She firmly resolved to stop thinking that way; he was a pirate, and there might be more that weren't just mere boys. Lucky that he had come this way rather than a more burly companion, one that may have bucked her off before she had her blade out

[imperialkitten]

Shin-sin-fa swallowed hard, feeling the knife bite into his flesh with the action, and tried to think quickly.

Obviously, these were the craftiest damn pirates he'd ever met--how they'd managed to acquire such stealth in the woods, he would never know. Spacers weren't exactly usually trained in woodlore, and you'd need it to be as silent as his captor had proven to be.

There were three main options. He could tell the truth, which was almost entirely out of the question. He could refuse to answer, which he was certain would be hard on his body and do no one any good. Or he could lie, which was probably the best idea.

Then there was the fourth option--stalling.

"I'm not talkin' t'jus' anyone," he grunted. "Take me t'whose 'n charge, an' then we'll see 'bout me talkin'."

[imperialkitten]

As they approached the ship, and people came to see what was going on, Shin-sin-fa rubbed his face with his hand and slid his fingers back into his hair in his customary sign of distress, combing and recombing hair that was too unruly to warrant even that much wasted attention.

Patches nearly gave him a heart attack by mentioning, "There better be someone of authority present or we'll simply have to come back later,"

Please, he thought desperately, Let at least one officer be there, preferably Flint. And definitely, definitely not Truax.

They reached the gangplank and PJ stopped him at the very bottom, sheltering as much as she could behind his slight frame as she called out, "Who's in charge here?"

Okay, someone! It doesn't have to be an officer, just whoever would likely have been left in charge. If no one responds soon, I'm going to just make it up myself :P *raps your knuckles with a ruler like a nun in a bad porn*

[heutimtag]

Heut slipped over to the plank of the ship from his post on the opposite side, and narrowed his eyes at the scene. In his uniform, with the Jathe sword resting in his hands, he certainly looked like he might be in charge. And as First Mate...well, surprisingly, he was

[pj_patches]

PJ was taken aback at Tag's appearance. As she had stated so truthfully to Shin-sin-fa, she knew her ilk. And this--well this plainly was not it.

Still, she thought cautiously, I could be wrong. Maybe this kitty is telling the truth, and maybe this other man is simply a very odd sort of pirate. I've not seen everything just yet."First Mate Heutist, you ought to take this lad over your knee. He ain't told a word of truth any time he's opened his yapper. That said, you've done landed on my planet and I wanted to know what manner of ship I'd be boarding were I to ask a ride to the grocery store

[heutimtag]

"First Mate Tag, if you please."

His tone told her that she DID please. "Madam, the way that you are trying very hard to hide most of yourself behind my crewman tells me that you did not exactly meet under pleasant circumstances, in which case I applaud his uncouth methods in trying to avoid what I'm sure is your most impressive skill in dealing death to his crew. That being said, the ship that you look upon is a merchant's vessel, currently on a scientific mission of some great import. We saw a message upon the surface, and have landed in order to facilitate a rescue."

He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her. Her little...pet did a rather good impression of him - which was disconcerting. "Assuming it is you who is so - what was the phrase? - "bored as hell", then really it would behoove you to release the boy and conduct our conversation in some manner that does not involve a morph greatly exaggerating my anatomy."

[artemis_xiah]

Hearing a bit of a commotion out on deck, Artemis slipped up out of the galley and walked silently over to stand next to Anthony. As he approached, he saw an unfamiliar woman, with brown dreadlocks and patched clothes. She was yelling something about being taken to their leader, and then Tag welcomed her to the Etherium crew.

Thoroughly puzzled about the events that were taking place, Artemis shyly asked Shin what on earth was happening.

[imperialkitten]

Shin-sin-fa was about as afraid of Artemis as he was of Ignatious, and the other felinese had been nothing but polite. He had his reasons, though, and he'd kept a wide berth from the taller alien. Still wracked with gut-twinging fits of embarrassment (and apprehension about what Tag was going to do with him for taking off without leave), he mumbled in a low voice,

"I--ran inta her. In t'woods." His ears flattened, and he figured the truth would get around sooner or later. "More like, she leaped on my shu sa fen head from outta t'trees an' drug me back here." He blinked, looking at PJ, and switched to Felinese. "She's plum crazy. She's been talking about all kinds of weird nonsense on the way back. She yelled at some monkey for going over the speed limit. And she picked up some shit off of the ground and ATE IT. I swear to shu sa fen Ten-ki, I saw her do it. She's starkers."

He sighed and took a step closer, still staring at the--the new crew member?!--rather than Artemis, he asked quietly, "What was our first mate like

[imperialkitten]

Okay, wait, that was dumb of me. I didn't think about that... We'll have to wait until Drea can post a quick OOC note telling you what Tag was like while Shin-sin-fa was gone. I'm stupid. But she's on alot so I doubt we'll have to wait long!)

[lepetitemort]

OOC: I have been...so friggin' busy this last week. *yawns wide* You guys did fine. Taggy's pretty simple, underneath it all.