Icy Destinations (Relaunch)

[Ara Av-Toa]

Pyro returned with the word soon after. He said, "Well, Mrs. Tuns, they have the majority of the order done. However, they'll need ten to fifteen more minutes for the last pieces before it's all completed."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray’s smile widened. “If I may, I would be most grateful if I may join your crew. The Machine blessed Father Gorrim with a vision, one of my destiny. I will, if you allow, work free of charge upon your mighty vessel in hopes of discovering the remnants of the Machine.” The raccoon bowed his head. “I do apologize, I can be quite the chatterbox.”

[Ara Av-Toa]

Someone esle called Pyro for Wilco. He walked over and asked what the matter was. The man said, "Look, Pyro, it's this broken object. He wants it fixed, and you don't have anything on hand right now, so I suggest you take it." Pyro took the keg piece and inspected the damage. The state of the item could mean the difference between fixing and scrapping.

(OOC: Wilco, I leave it to you to describe the damage.)

[Wilco Whiteheart]

The keg piece was only lightly damaged, easily fixable if the keg was here. Wilco looked at Pyro with a slight look of questioning. "Is it ok?" He asks, his voice deep and his speech sounding like someone had taught a chimp to speak. He was holding his tail, looking upset. "Bad man break keg, me only do my job..."

[Ara Av-Toa]

Pyro nodded. "Ah, no problem. Just five minutes." He walked away to fix the keg.

[Aldrea945]

(My apologies, guys.  Work's gotten a bit more hectic.  I'm trying to be regular in my posts.)
 
Kikara smiled and assessed the Raccoon quickly.  She did need hands on board, so it wasn’t a bad idea.  Creya had post screened people before as well.  Her only big worry was experience.  She’d run every kind of storm in her short years, but experience wouldn’t hold up a class of pups.
 
She tilted her head.  “I am in the market for some new hands, but ship work ain’t easy.  You sure you could handle the rough skies?” she said, not unkindly.  Her ears flicked to listen to others in the room.  Maybe if she got all three, she would actually have someone onboard that could cook and make repairs.  She wasn’t bad at the latter, but cooking…  Well, the last pot she used was probably swimming the oceans still.

[Ara Av-Toa]

Pyro overheard her. Somehow he felt like the question was also meant for him. He didn't understand why, but allegedly he had a sixth sense for this sort of stuff. He paused his repair for only a fraction of a second while realising this.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco heard her as well and registered it with a flick of the ears and a swish of his tail, but he was otherwise waiting on the fixed keg piece.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray offered a wide smile as a part of his answer. “I’m sure I can handle it. Can’t be any harder than navigating the frozen wastes on foot, yes?” He glanced down at the blade of his weapon before he spoke again. “I’ll have to have this repaired before I can leave, unless you have a forge aboard your vessel?”

[Aldrea945]

Kikara tilted her head, leaning back on the desk.  Her tail kicked up dust with the soft sweeping back and forth.  "True,” she said.  When he mentioned the forge, though, she winced.  “I’ve got one, but unless you have a smith, you’d be better off here.  Last smith fell off the boat.”  Little white lie.  Didn't sound like she'd murdered the woman that way, something that happened a lot because of how fishy it sounded.

[Ara Av-Toa]

Pyro overheard this statement and from the corner of his eye, he peered at Kikara. Good thing he just finished fixing the keg. He inspected  it. It would hold, but again, he wasn't sure for how long. He gave it back to Wilco before picking up his wand and saying, "I'm willing to go with you. I'm kinda tired of this town anyway."

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco nods at Pyro, before turning to Kikara, his eyes turning a slight icy blue. "Treacherous lands ahead, Ice mage is willing to go with group." He says as he picks up the keg. "But me only Ice Mage I know here... I get bored of chasing same people every time..." His sentences were broken and slighty understandable at times, but from what he's saying, or tying to say, he wants to go with you.

[Aldrea945]

Kikara looked around at the three, ears perked and tail stilled from kicking up dust.  She smiled.  “Well, if you feel so up for it, I’m willing to teach.  Creya shouldn’t mind much either.  Been telling me to good decent hands for years.”

[Ara Av-Toa]

Pyro raised an eyebrow. "So... you accept it, in easier words. I'm only not sure what you mean by 'teaching us'."

[Aldrea945]

Kikara raised an eyebrow.  “You ever been on a ship?”

The door opened with a bang, crashing against the wall as two massive bovine women stepped into the forgery.  Freezing wind whipped up a whirlwind, and even as the new visitors shoved the doors closed, snow alighted on the front desk for a moment.

The larger of the women, a russet longhorn with a thickly padded coat and pants matching her companion’s uniform, spoke first.  “Another storm’s coming in, Kikara.  Creya wanted to meet for your next mission before it if you could outrun the ice,” she said.  Her voice was hoarse but high, tired from yelling over the wind.  The calm before the storm would be another hour.  Weather people must have heard something from Alisium to the south.

The tiger sighed.  She’d hoped for more time before heading over to speak with Creya, though she loved the woman.  It wasn’t for lack of fondness, but Creya could be… Well, she overestimated Kikara at times.  Whatever mission she was setting up would take a lot of set up, for sure.  Maybe with the crew it’d be easier this time.

Kikara nodded. “Will do.  Thanks, Meuli,” she said, smiling.

The second woman, a grey dwarf cow with an extra-large set of boots on, tossed Kikara a package.  “Better wear this.  Those ears’ll freeze solid, fluffy,” She said with a smirk.  Oh, the nickname.  Leave it to Lohiel to mention it to the crew…

Kikara huffed. “Ha.  Thanks, shorty.”