kittenofdeath
*Confused screeching*
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“Attention all passengers” a small gnome said, nobody in the cramped, makeshift bar paid him any mind, they had been in the air for over a month and most of the passengers holed up in the converted ships hold couldn’t give a rats arse what any of the officials had to say anymore. The gnome wasn’t going to quit so easily, he climbed on top of the bar and grabbed a metal pan and a serving spoon off the bartender “ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS!” The gnome yelled at the top of his lungs, bashing the pan and stick together to make one hell of a racket “we will be touching down in Rania shortly” he continued once they all turned to glare at him “we ask that all passengers of this vessel prepare their belongings, and all visitors make ready to return to their own ships.”
The mood in the room lightened considerably as that sank in, they were finally going to get out of the damned air and back on to solid ground. “By the gods its about time” Zell exclaimed with joy in his voice, tossing his hand of cards on to the table as he stood up. “Hey, I could have beat that” one of the other players complained with a scowl, but Zell didn’t care, withdrawing his gold coin from the pot despite the glares he was getting. “Too bad, I'm out of here, the faster I'm on the ground again the better” he said as a farewell as he left, the offense that would normally have started a brawl being ignored on account the good mood settling over everyone.
Zell pulled his goggles down and over his eyes as he made his way through the bowls of the supply ship, humming a happy tune as he went along, he had really detested the trip, he had managed to get himself a ticket on the best ship in the fleet, a real luxury cruise type, and within a week he had decided to stay as far away from the damned thing as much as he could. His ship was fancy, but everyone on it was too, fancy generally means stuck up and intolerant, all the rich folk didn’t like the scary, monochrome demon hanging around like it was people. Assholes.
Luckily this had been anticipated, so a number of smaller ships that berthed on the others did nothing but ferry people and supplies from one ship to another. The supplies were needed to survive, the people needed to move or go insane. So Zell had found a few nice haunts, such as the little brewhouse here where he could play cards, that helped to keep him from hurting people, which would have been a bad idea this far up.
He walked out in to the bright top deck of the ship, even with the goggles he squinted for a moment, then quickly joined a number of other people waiting for a ferry to their own ships of origin. It took a few minutes, but before long he was back on the exquisitely carved flagship of the fleet, and before he had taken two steps he had gotten a few bad looks from his fellow passengers. To be fair, he was a horned, black and white half demon with gray hair, clad in tough leather armour he had died black so he could sneak better at night, but it didn’t mean they still had to look at him like he was going to kill something, he didn’t even have any weapons on him, no one on the fleet had been allowed to keep so much as a boot knife on them.
He sighed and wandered over to the serving boy handing out refreshments and took some water, he may not have fit in, and he may have done his best to avoid the place, but he was a passenger here and he was entitled to every privilege the rest of them were.
The mood in the room lightened considerably as that sank in, they were finally going to get out of the damned air and back on to solid ground. “By the gods its about time” Zell exclaimed with joy in his voice, tossing his hand of cards on to the table as he stood up. “Hey, I could have beat that” one of the other players complained with a scowl, but Zell didn’t care, withdrawing his gold coin from the pot despite the glares he was getting. “Too bad, I'm out of here, the faster I'm on the ground again the better” he said as a farewell as he left, the offense that would normally have started a brawl being ignored on account the good mood settling over everyone.
Zell pulled his goggles down and over his eyes as he made his way through the bowls of the supply ship, humming a happy tune as he went along, he had really detested the trip, he had managed to get himself a ticket on the best ship in the fleet, a real luxury cruise type, and within a week he had decided to stay as far away from the damned thing as much as he could. His ship was fancy, but everyone on it was too, fancy generally means stuck up and intolerant, all the rich folk didn’t like the scary, monochrome demon hanging around like it was people. Assholes.
Luckily this had been anticipated, so a number of smaller ships that berthed on the others did nothing but ferry people and supplies from one ship to another. The supplies were needed to survive, the people needed to move or go insane. So Zell had found a few nice haunts, such as the little brewhouse here where he could play cards, that helped to keep him from hurting people, which would have been a bad idea this far up.
He walked out in to the bright top deck of the ship, even with the goggles he squinted for a moment, then quickly joined a number of other people waiting for a ferry to their own ships of origin. It took a few minutes, but before long he was back on the exquisitely carved flagship of the fleet, and before he had taken two steps he had gotten a few bad looks from his fellow passengers. To be fair, he was a horned, black and white half demon with gray hair, clad in tough leather armour he had died black so he could sneak better at night, but it didn’t mean they still had to look at him like he was going to kill something, he didn’t even have any weapons on him, no one on the fleet had been allowed to keep so much as a boot knife on them.
He sighed and wandered over to the serving boy handing out refreshments and took some water, he may not have fit in, and he may have done his best to avoid the place, but he was a passenger here and he was entitled to every privilege the rest of them were.