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Post by Ghost on Mar 31, 2013 18:56:01 GMT -7
Sulk nodded as Siegfried asked him to wash his clothing. "Its not a problem. I usually do the laundry anyway...everyone else is to rough with the delicate fabrics." Sulk ate slowly and his eyes were a little wide as he watched this man swallow his meal so quickly and when he started practically choking on it he looked truly concerned. "Ah....are you okay?"
The Professor watched the man eat as well, pushing aside his own bowl of broth. "You have a pretty healthy appetite." He considered the possibilities, and the interest Sulk took in a subject he knew nothing about. The food store would certainly need the replenishing with the extra hand. He sighed. "We may have to dip altitude at some point, you may fish when we do, and teach any one interested in learning in its preparation." He finished the fruit and the pork crackers, offering the bowl of soup to Sulk and then Siegfried in turn. "Eat slowly, it helps rather then swallowing everything at once."
Sulk never commented on being fond of the Professor he was to busy blushing, his face partially covered by his hands now. He had the greatest respect and maybe just a tiny crush on the man whom was the captain of the ship.
"My physical health is less a concern to me these days." The Professor offered. "Your concern is...touching. Thank you. I will try to remember, but I promise I am not nearly so bad as I may look. Their is still much to be done today...If you will let me wash up and change perhaps I can help you get situated into the routine on board? Then you might explain your...ideas in more detail." Even now he had no intention of going to sleep yet?
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Post by Nightmare on Mar 31, 2013 19:53:16 GMT -7
Siegfried smile at this. "Your a very good lad. But i do very much appreciate it!" When he did choke on the food he just smiled to Sulk and nodded to him. He was very enjoying the company of the Professor and Sulk. He was not use to having friends... not really. He normally only dealt with company of his sister, and the customers at her Inn. But most of the time he was his only friend, and he never really minded it since he was confuse most of the time what he was thinking about. But to him this was a very nice change in his life and was already enjoying his adventures with his new found friends. He agree to himself that this was one of the greatest choices he had made in such a long time.
He look to the professor and nodded to him. "Aye sir I do, I have forever fallen in love with food. The new taste, the different experiments one can do with said food is absolutely amazing in my eyes!" He loved the sound of food and if anyone knew him as well as he did himself people would know he was a major eater... He remember his sister chasing after him for sneaking into the fridge. These were the good times indeed. He started to notice that the Professor was lost in thought once more. As he wonder what he thought about it in that mind of his. When the Professor spoke it startled him and he shook his head. He focused on what the Professor was saying. He was surprise the Professor agree to this... but at the same time he was not surprise. "Aye sir, I have no problem with this... I think I will enjoy teaching anyone who wishes to this skill... ah, yes... its one my favorite pass times I think!" He nodded in agreement loving the sound of meeting the other crew and teaching them this important skill... at least to himself. Once the Professor pointed out to eat slower he turned red in embarrassment and nodded his sir. "Yeah I think so as well... haha..." He was very embarrassed indeed.
Siegfried look to Sulk noticing him covering his face after his statement. He begin to laughed and rub his head rabidly. "Sorry if I embarrassed you kid! I just took a notice to this... You do only take orders from the Professor himself and no one else..." He smiles to him. "No worries kid!" He smirks at this. He was starting to get curious what Sulk was thinking about It was very curious to him. But he tried not to think to hard about it anyways... He was just enjoying his new friends and the delicious meal he was eating.
He nodded listening to what the Professor had to say after he lecture him. He sighed and shook his head. But once he heard the Professor say he was going to help him get things figure out and situated He become very excited. Then he mention he was willing to listen to his ideas in more detail. That blasted him off. "That would be wonderful caps! I have so much to say and I got everything planned out in my head... well I memorize it anyways! My gosh cap your going to love it! Oh! Thanks for willing to help me, this is going to me amaz-" He stop himself and look to the captain. "Wait a minute... NO! Professor.... you got to bed right now! You need your full rest, you almost got me there though!" He nodded his head and pointed to the opposite direction. He was going to stand his ground on this one.
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Post by Ghost on Mar 31, 2013 20:41:52 GMT -7
Sulk nodded pulling his hands down his cheeks now a faded red rather then a primarily scarlet wash across his face. "The Professor is kind...others are just tolerant."
The Professor arched his brow at Siegfried's enthusiasm, but when it was fallowed up by admonishment for his sleeping habits he shook his head. "I can not sleep long, and so I choose to wait till my rest will leave me most aware for my shift. If you want to go about your day alone, or meet the rest of the crew without me you may. I offered that my time may be wisely spent rather then wasted." Though he hardly believe his time would ever be wasted he could not be idle....it left to much time for thought. "Sulk...I'll leave the laundry in the usual place?" The Professor stood now, only just realizing he had eaten an entire meal with his hat on...a fact that did not speak particularly well for his state of thought. Pity he was trying so hard too. "Mr. Siegfried...You will remember in the future to address me as Professor, not Captain, or any thing related to." He was in his mind a teacher not a leader. Besides captain or not he had been a Professor first, and it was who he would always be. He removed himself from the table then careful still to walk softly but struggling not to show it now. Babying the thing would hardly improve the matter....unless of course he had broken it truly...but he wouldn't know for sure till the boot was off his foot.
~A cloudy afternoon, with a warm breeze blowing through the air. He couldn't remember why this place or where, and he couldn't remember what they had been doing, but there they were together, meeting perhaps? or talking...they might even have been saying goodbye for all he recalled just that single moment in a place with pale sunlight and deep soft cloud cover. 'Malici.' The woman spoke from the past echoing in his head and He was taking both her hands with his own and kissed each one softly on the knuckles while she smiled at him.~
His steps on the catwalk stumbled, the burning jolt up his leg brought a hiss from his lips but he remained painfully standing.
"Professor?" Sulk asked tentatively. "w...would you like a hand to you room at least?"
"Do not....Touch me Sulk...It is my one rule."
"For me only..."
"Yes...for you." He breathed in, letting it out slowly, a unvoiced sigh. "I'm sorry..." Without turning to look at either of them he continued on however slow deliberate steps.
Sulk sat pouting a moment before gathering up the dishes quietly. "Um...Mr. Siegfried...Would you mind...if I went to check on the engineers and mechanics? Everything here should be fine for a moment."
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Post by Nightmare on Apr 1, 2013 16:36:02 GMT -7
Siegfried rubbed his chin as he listened to Sulk, nodded in return as he finished talking. "Ah I see, but I understand lad." He didn't know why but he perfectly understood what the boy was saying. Kindness would always draw more then tolerance, but sometimes the later was all you could expect.
As for the Professor's words, he just sighed and listened. This was a stubborn and proud man, Though maybe he had his reasons for this behavior. He did not know the Professor so well. He had only really been on aboard for only a couple hours... not even a whole day... Though he couldn't help but remain curious about the relationship between The Professor and Sulk. The more he knew of the crew the more curious that Siegfried became. These were events he was not familiar with. He watched with caution as the Professor excused himself from the table. This man was obviously in pain, The way he moved, gingerly with the right side and yet to stubborn to ask for help. It was just strange to Siegfried but he said nothing. This man clearly liked his space and harbored his secrets closely. Though why... why did he? What did he truly have to hide he wondered? Once the Professor spoke of what he like to be called, it became obvious...or perhaps more at that moment then any other time. This man had a story to tell, one more obviously intense then all the others on this ship. Of course Siegfried wanted to hear it... all of it... but this didn't seem to be the time. "Yes Professor, I understand." Sighing as he finished his meal.
He was confused on this entire matter so far...Their was so much happening around him. It was like being in boot camp back in the day, back in a time he did not have. It was not as physical as the training, he could not quite recall, not as uniform or organized. Though being admonished by the Professor for calling him Captain was indeed similar to the forced importance of rank. Perhaps in a reverse sense of the fashion but identical in a way. The only thing truly similar was the frantic pressure of the moment to perform to a standard he did not yet fully understand. It was frustrating to have these thoughts and not know where the experience occurred or originated.
Siegfried shook his head trying to ignore such thought. But what was this? A memory? Something from a book? He didn't recall reading anything in such a matter. He let a displeasing sigh as he to rose from the table. He stopped at the doorway and turn to Sulk. "I need a moment to gather my thoughts lad... Would you do me the kindness and ask the engineer, also the mechanic to meet me in the engine room?" He asked in a firm voice. He was being honest these thoughts somewhat disturb him. He needed to add more thought to this, and gather as much information as he could. Maybe the Professor would know something? He nodded his head, as he turned back around moved deeper into the engine room lost in thought. Maybe the Professor would know something and it would be best to speak with him about this matter. He was going to do this once he was finished with his work.
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Post by Ghost on Apr 2, 2013 20:04:42 GMT -7
Sulk nodded and wound his way past the Professor and across the bridge. "Sorry Professor, excuse me." He muttered as he went rushing to the kitchen informing the engineers and mechanic that the new recruit Siegfried would like to speak with them about helping in the engine rooms. Then leaving the dishes with the cook he went to find Jin, letting the Quarter master know that the Professor would likely need a hand getting to his room.
Jin nodded obliging the lad by heading in the direction of the engine room bridge where Sulk had last seen the Professor. "Come on Professor..." The large man offered his shoulder to the smaller. "You'll have work you want to finish I'm sure."
"Quarter..."The Professor nodded after a moment before allowing the man to help him to his rooms.
Moments after the Professor and Jin were down the hall, the Mechanic and Engineers arrived already discussing when would be a good time to flush the waste lines, so they weren't over any known civilized areas. "It should be all clear to dump it now." said a female voice. "We're still on the main waterway, what if we hit a trade ship?" A young man this time. "Oh come on, its not like their are that many trade ships anyway and from this altitude who cares." The female voice once more. A moment of silence. "'Ell....even if yer right it doesn't sit well with meh." An older gentleman with a bit of an accent. "Unless you really want to over hall the dehydrator compactor. Least then we wouldn't have to worry about the coal for a bit." This was the young male voice. "Onlay if whey mix the wood ash in the c'mpacter...don hav all th' par's fer the d'hydrat'r...." The elder accented voice. "Well...it would improve the smell anyway..." The female voice now " 'S no so bad Las...processor pulls out th' tox'ns." Again the Elder Male now. "Well We'll need the extra supply to burn either way." The young man
The woman was brushing a hand through her hair now as she regarded the elder gentleman with a sideways glance.
"An now we'll have the extra hand to boot."
She was dressed in a very feminine set of coveralls mad of thick canvas trimmed in faded lace, around her waist was a set of heavy pouches strung on braided cord. The elder man himself wore a kilt made of carefully pleated and rather rare fiber, with two tool belts crossing his chest. Both wore heavy leather gloves on their hands and goggles at their throats. The young man however was dressed in tattered cut offs that looked like they had been stitched from several different heavy tapestry fabrics and was held on with a good bit of rope woven by hand into a very neat belt. He was covered in oil splatters and more then a few healing burns, perched on his nose were a pair of busted glasses, mended with bits of wire meshing that made them appear ore like goggles then glasses.
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Post by Nightmare on Nov 29, 2013 21:48:07 GMT -7
Each step with in the engine room the air had grown thicker and more heated and the lower the level went the thicker still as you got closer to the compressors, furnace and water tanks. It did not bug Sigfried in anyway, though the shock at first of going down, had been... Well exhausting really, though he had not noticed the toll at first. As long as their was work to occupy the mind everything else was just a matter of atmosphere. The air thinned by lack of ventilation and superheated by the furnace, full of humid steam, the grainy particles of acidic ash and powdery coal. Waiting now for the return of the engineers and mechanic He was thankful for this moment of silent reprieve on the open walk where he could get some air against his skin. Siegfried stood on the bridge connecting the hall and the engine room, looking around at the curled metal grating and intricate wooden grain of the ships frame work as he let out a sigh. Thinking to himself, I wonder what's come over me? I'm traveling with sailors, they might even be pirates! O' lord I surely hope not... though, it might be interesting... a life unbridled by the common laws, full of gambling, and grand adventure's fighting by air and sea, a real tale like no other! Ha ha! The very thought of his life becoming one of the great adventure tales that people embellished as they told to other travelers in envy, It sent a small fit of chiding laughter up from his throat, choked by the inward ridicule of his own adequacy to fill the part. He could only shake his head at himself for such a wild fantasy.
"How silly am I, still thinking as a child... pirates, and adventure... If only my sister could heard me speak such madness. She would only share my humility, a grown man speaking like a child who has read to many books."
He heard the sounds of an argument coming down the hall, what sounded like a heated one at best. He was hoping it was the engineer and mechanic. He turned to face the hall, trying to ready his request and fill it with his willingness of purpose, hoping the fight might settle by the time they arrived.
The mechanics were drawing closer and he could just make out some of what was being said...an argument? When he heard a mixture of words involving shoveling and bodily waste he practically froze like a stature the moisture on his skin though cooled in the air seemed to instantly become like ice. His eyes wide as the images of his frame knee deep or worse in muddy and distinguishable waste product, the putrid essence of its smell threatening his nostrils and choking his lungs of valuable clean air! He swallowed hard and a cold shivered sweeping up his spine... The thought...the action, the smell...though only imagined made him sick to his stomach. This time it was not the movement of the ship or even thought of how far off the ground they were. He could not clear the images from his head and the footsteps growing closer were a pounding thretening tread against his heart beats growing pace. His skin started to pale, his lungs felt tight and he was getting a little light headed.
"Oh no...no. no.... I need to sit...sit down. All this..." He took a deep gulp of air. The thoughts of airships, heights, and human waste. "This is... is making me kinda... er... sick." He breathing was coming in huffing gasps now as his stomach began to roll over on itself. the thin air of the altitude only adding to the dizziness created by his erratic breaths. Air which even a moment earlier had seemed so completely refreshing compared to the superheated engine room.
He sunk down to catch his breath and to gather his thoughts as his frame clung to the rails of the walk way like a life raft in his nightmare, resting his hair against the chill metal. His mind continued to swirl, so much that oral human waste threatened his senses pushing past his lips in threatening response to the panic, the splash hot against his cold lips in the chilled air, the wind whipping it away and against the sleek frame work below him.. He continue to listen to the argument, and as he tried to calm his mind the people talking seemed distant, distorted and rough... almost inhuman like huge beings. The fevered threat of his mind making the socially fatal association of image to his perception. His mind began to draw a picture of what the people looked like. He saw giants, huge and angry things not even like people with fire dripping from the maws of their putrid seeming mouths. His eyes ever widening, his body trembling as knelt on the small causeway between ship and engine room. He tried to shake this horrible imagine from his head.
He whispered to himself, his voice trembling. "O' lord, What am I to do?!!!" His head turning to look this way and that. "Should I hide? Or should I walk over there..." Swallowing as he looked down the hall which seemed now dark and endlessly long. "...Walk and see... if i can...." He shook his head a violent jerk from one side to the other, as he unconsciously started yelling. "NOOOOO! I Wish not to anger these beasts! O'lord what have I gotten myself into! You idiot! What have you done!" This was madness if they saw him here like this it could only get worse, maybe they would laugh and send him away...but to where? What if they put him in the tanks? Burnt him in place of fuel? This...this was ridiculous get a hold of yourself man do you hear this madness your spewing?" Your not a child! O' Lord.....Walk over there and be a man!!! You can do this Siegfried!!!" He nodded, bolstering his courage thought it felt so thread bear and false as he swallowed the bile on his tongue. At last despite the fear of moments earlier, forcing himself to breath evenly, forcing his mind to reject the absurdity though it still shook his frame. Slowly returning some normalcy to his stomach though the deprivation to his mind was hardly settled from just a few even bursts of oxygen. He made himself rise to his feet holding the rail for balance. Forced himself to turn away from the engine room where he had been unintentionally crawling away from the sound of approaching steps. He turned to look at the ships hallway once more.
He wished to make his request, or sign up to be a soldier, but then again....he still has no ideas what these people really were; Pirates, fisherman, pioneers, transport ship? He laughed at himself nervously. How could he have made this decision without even knowing what type of sky sailors these men where? He only hoped he didn't make the wrong one but It was far to late to withdrawal and only time could tell. The tension in his stomach remained but the fear was dissipating like fog in the sunlight, just the taste remained on his lips reminding him of his weakness.
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 15:31:50 GMT -7
The two Engineers and the single Mechanic stepped at last out onto the short catwalk. The older man, the Mechanic actually, glancing down through the grating at the acrid splash of the days meal supply...Not much there but still He'd have to get it rinsed away before it started eating at the joints. " 'avin' a rough go lad?" wouldn't be the first time he'd seen some one get air sick. He could see the nervousness on this youth's face though if he had known Sigfried's fears He might have just laughed outright.
The two Engineers exchanged glances. "Hope the heat aint to much for you." The girl offered her hand now. "I'm Wrench, this is Spec." Her gloved hand indicating the younger male with glasses. "We are the Engineers here. An he's Drudge, The Mechanic." The older gent in the tartan scratched at the rough stubble about his face as he took the youth in, his long mutton chops a golden blond in the light in contrast to his graying hair. "Yer meal 's bes' kep in, Long time between meals." He pulled a bit of saffron dyed red canvas from his tartan belts. "'ere, help ta keep th' cold from turnin' yer stoma'."
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