high_seas | Bloody Roses Rescue Their Captain. Good One, Grell.

Who: Bloody Roses
Where: Darkcloud Island - that's in the sky, you guys.
When: Whenever Grell demands them there, to whenever she demands them not there. ~~(This could be discussed but Plurk is down. Loser.)~~
What: Collecting their captain, who is not dead, she's just on a cloud.
Warnings: Bloody Roses (swearings, violences, unicorn whips)
Status: Bloody Roses only

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[If so, what is the culture like here?]: The legend goes that King Ukir of Darkcloud Kingdom is a very, very old man who decided he didn’t want to live on the ocean one day. He lived in a very large city wide tower that housed many of his loyal subjects and at the top of it was one very large ‘sun stone’ a yellow gem that helped the kingdom thrive. Making a deal with a mysterious man, King Ukir was granted a long life and a levitating island. The clouds around the earth hide it from the sea below and help hold it in the sky. The clouds are fluffy but dense, able to walk on them the darker they are. The father out you walk, the more of a chance you have to fall off.

[Island peculiarities]: There are several huge tunnels in the island, where propellers can be lowered and pushed out, spinning to propel the island in case of need to move it, though they are rarely used. Emergency reasons only.

The clouds are huge and from below they look like an enormous storm cloud. The piece of land is supported by the clouds, floating in them. You can park a boat in the darker clouds, but lighter ones are more apt to sink a ship, very slowly. Walking the clouds feels springy and light, but the whiter the cloud the less safe it is.

It’s rare that anyone comes here, so when a ship does make it up here it’s almost a bit celebration. The people of the city tend to like good people who come with fun things to trade. It’s too hard for them to get anything from below so come with some fine goods! the people of the Darkcloud Kingdom are very fine seamstresses and tailors. Light flowing silkish clothing and wide footed cloud shoes that work very well in most clouds and even help some fast people run on water.

There is a large purple glowing tree hanging off one cliff. This tree is huge, branches stretching out and trunk wide. Its roots wrap around the cliff and through it. the fruit from this tree is what the locals call Cloud Fruits and eating a ripe fruit will leave the person happy and light feelings (which also makes it easier to walk on the clouds in further regions). An unripened cloud fruit is very hard and will weigh a person down, not only in weight but in bad thoughts.
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Grell looked up from her notes and spotted him trying to catch her attention. A familiar face! She grinned brightly while giving a wave and began to walk briskly over to him.

"Ahoy~!"

"Sorry for making you wait," Arthur said as he reached the other Brit. Thankfully, there was no sign of the illness that had been starting at the end of the previous month. "Glad to see you're well. And back."

Sorry, Arthur, but Grell is going to invade your personal space and hug him! Tightly!

"It was awful! I was stuck here for ages!" Which was just a few hours at the least, perhaps. "I was worried you wouldn't come!"

She pulled back, and held him by the shoulder.

"Which reminds me to give Faye a bit of payback later." That little brat was purposefully rubbing her the wrong way!

Erk- Arthur's cheeks went red as he stared at her with wide eyes before she pulled back. People hugging him... not something he was quite used to. He coughed to clear his throat. "Well, we'd be a pretty lousy crew if we abandoned our captain."

He held out the package. "Here, I thought you'd want this as soon as possible."

His reaction didn't garner much notice from Grell. Perhaps she was too used to violating personal spaces to care about reactions by now.

Green eyes blinked at the package before she gasped and tore it open, revealing the beautiful work in the shade she loved best of all. Grell admired the detail with gentle fingers for a moment.

"It's exquisite!" Lifting it up, Grell got a better look at it fully before glancing to Arthur. "Will you help my put it on?"

"Of course," the nation said, holding his hands out for the greatcoat. Once he had it, he shoot it out and held it up for her. "I hope it meets with your approval. I made the seams extra strong so you won't have to worry about it tearing in combat."

"Ah, yes, that pesky problem. I thank you for that." She was sure if she had worn her red coat properly, it would have torn. It wasn't even hers in the first place, but details.

She slid her arms through and marvelled at how it actually fit, and she was wearing it properly. Giving it a few adjustments, Grell turned to face Arthur while pulling her hair from the inside.

"How is it?" She held up a finger towards him. "And be honest!" Idly, Grell was feeling over the material. "I don't think I could ever willingly get this stained with blood."

"I think I'm going to be biased no matter what since it's my own handiwork, but I think you look marvelous," Arthur said with an approving smile as he looked her over now that she was wearing it. It really did look lovely on her, with a more feminine fit than his own.

Adjusting her hat, Grell wore the biggest smirk on her face. "I feel like a true captain!" She was never going to take it off, now.

"Speaking of being a captain, what occurred while I was away?" She managed to figure out the current date, and realized that an entire month had passed by without her knowledge.

Arthur offered her an arm to lead her back to their ship like a proper gentleman, feeling very pleased with himself for her approval. "Most of the month was spent in the Ghost Race. I'm afraid we didn't fare very well in it due to the damage I mentioned over the journal, though we gathered some new supplies early on during an odd food rain."

Grell linked her arm with hisas they walked back. A debriefing on the events while on a stroll was a marvelous idea.

"Damage? From what? And...I'm not sure I understand what you mean by food rain."

Was it really raining food?

"Cannon fire. I think they had a bit of a grudge against you, since they aimed right for the captain's quarters," Arthur said, bracing himself inwardly. "We fired back of course, and I believe comparable damage was done. And I mean food raining from the sky like hail from hell."

Now she wonders what sort of race they all participated in. She sighed before shrugging.

"That could be anyone. Was it a particular crew--wait they targeted MY QUARTERS?!"

Oh hell no. That crossed the line.

"WHO WAS IT?!"

Bloody hell. Well, it wasn't as if she wouldn't have noticed the damage when she got to the ship. "The Triton's Mistress. They fired on us at the start of the race."

"I shall remember their name, and be sure to smear it with their blood." Grell's mood after receiving her gift was tanking, which made her sigh. "Do you know why?"

"Unfortunately I don't," Arthur said with a flicker of irritation at the fact. He liked to know why his enemy attacked, if just to have something to crush them with later. Or use as a warning sign.

"Interesting..." Grell began to ponder to herself for a few moments. "I've crossed many foes since arriving. I'm sure they must hold some sort of grudge, however I'd be unable to say which kind."

Even she knew the line to get revenge on her was long.

"We'll find out, surely."

"Obviously the violent sort of grudge." Arthur snorted, looking up as the ship came into view. They'd take care of most of the damage, thankfully. "Welcome home."

Grell was his arm a squeeze when the ship came into view, smiling fondly.

"It's very nice to be home."

"We've quite missed having our captain about, my best efforts aside," he said with a cheerful tone, heading for it.

"And I bet you were the best, yes~?" How could Grell think any less of him?

Arthur stood a little straighter, praise going straight to his head. "Of course I was! I've done this thing before after all!"

Bloody Roses Rescue Their Captain. Good One, Grell.

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