Skies of Arcadia- Sweet Serenade
After the fall, there is time for all to rise once more....
Ilchymis flipped through the pages of his book swiftly, decoding the scriptures in his mind. It had to be here somewhere...He glanced up over his small glasses at a stern Vyse, who stood impatiently.
"We have to get going." He crossed his arms. Ilchymis sulked.
"I know..." He slammed the book loudly, and walked softly behind Vyse. Clean up missions were not fun...Nasrad was going to be a piece of work for sure...
The Blue Rouges moved about busily, preparing the Delphinus for yet another highly annoying mission. Ilchymis would often stand in the back, watching the others, busy at their work...he sometimes questioned his value as a crewmember. Though he much preferred being a Blue Rouge as opposed to sitting on that island all day...
Aika's shrill voice was heard yelling at someone who was not pulling his or her weight, and Vyse's laugh was heard floating up from the air. At least they were happy...
"I felt that way once too, you know." Fina's soft voice spoke to Ilchymis. "Left out, I mean." He smiled and glanced at her before looking at the crowd once more. She
looked exhausted...
"Actually, I don't feel sad about it at all." He took in a deep breath. "It's actually quite interesting to be with a group of people who are nothing like one another...I mean, everyone is so unique, with their own personalities...the human psychological function can't be generalized in any way, can it?" Fina had a look of mild confusion on her face.
"I suppose you're right." She shifted her weight, and glanced at Lawrence, in his usual position; leaning against a wall, head down. "Like him...He's quite the experiment."
"His drive is his money." Fina nodded.
"Yes, that was very clear since the beginning...but what about you?"
"Me?" His glasses slid down his nose a little. He reached up quickly, and pushed them into place. "I just...needed a change, I suppose?"
"You don't sound so sure of yourself." He threw his robed arms up in the air.
"Oh, you know the story. I was a Valuan Noble, felt sorry for the ones in Lower City..."
"Yes but...everyone has a hidden agenda." Ilchymis' eyes narrowed.
"I know that. I just haven't discovered mine yet. I suppose I just want to help a world of pain."
Fina smiled sadly. She had never known anyone as pure hearted as him...She guessed that he hadn't seen enough darkness of the world to break his spirit yet.
And then again, neither had Vyse.
"Fina, are you ill? You're awfully pale..."
"No...I'll be alright.... don't worry, really. I just...haven't been getting a lot of sleep recently, that's all..."
"I see...well, you should take a quick rest before we go."
"Thank you for the suggestion, maybe I will."
Clara clung to Gilder's arm, blushing.
"I'm so glad we can be together for one more mission!" She beamed, nuzzling him. Gilder sulked.
"Why...?" He glanced over at Kirala, the Yafutoman carpenter woman. "Hey Ninja!" She looked up, a look of distaste on her face. "A little hand here! Ya got little throwing stars or something?" A small weapon whizzed by his face.
"Like that?" She asked, and Gilder laughed nervously. Clara looked up, fuming.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" She began to charge, appearing quite comical in her large, pink skirt. Gilder grabbed her arm, and sighed to himself. Women...
Vyse assisted Hans in carrying heavy mechanical equipment onto the ship. With a grunt, he dropped the tools onto the deck.
"With this do? Right here?" He asked the young mechanic. Hans glanced at Vyse with his large eyes, which were shining a bit more than usual...
"Yes, sir, Mr. Vyse! That's perfect." Hans looked dreamy-eyed for a moment. "Yeah...perfect..." Vyse stared, eyes wide.
"Yeah...great...thanks...well...I...have to be going now...bye..."
"...Bye..." Vyse walked a little faster than usual to the ship's exit.
Outside, the rest of the crew was in a rush to get everything ready...needless to say, they were a bit rusty on what exactly to do. Fina walked up to Vyse, with a tired expression on her face.
"Vyse? We're leaving soon, right?"
"In about...five minutes." He raised his voice. "If we get moving, people!"
"Can I take a nap?" Vyse glanced at her, confused.
"Tired, Fina?"
"Yes...I have been feeling rather under the weather recently...I think if I slept for a while, I would feel better..." Vyse touched her shoulder lightly.
"Yeah, go ahead. But, make sure you lock the door. I don't want anyone bothering you. Actually, forget it. Sleep in my room." She stared at him, concerned. Vyse laughed, and turned red.
"I don't mean it like that." Fina smiled, and nodded weakly.
"Thank you, Vyse." Fina stepped onto the ship's deck, the heels of her boots clicking on the metal. Cupil, in a bracelet form, squeaked. Fina shook her head. "No, it's not that." The creature whined. She walked into the elaborate captain's quarters, and set herself down on the bed heavily. She pulled the covers over her exhausted body, and closed her eyes. Perhaps this time, she could sleep...before she knew it, she had entered a dream...
".... na..." A male's voice echoed in the distance. "...ina...." Once more, an echo...so very far away...and that smell...the distinctive smell...
"Fina." The voice said, naturally. The figure of a boy, built frail, but very strong.
Him...Ramirez....the white haired boy who had been haunting her for days...
"Fina...why won't you listen to me? You here me calling...always calling..." He walked towards her, silently...seductively...
"Why...why must you come?"
"I have thing I need to say." He was right in front of her now, their faces almost touching. He placed one arm around her, and pulled her close. Fina struggled, but could not break away from his grip. Ramirez pressed his cold, thin lips against hers, and Fina stopped struggling. In a quick movement, she pulled away, and stared at his cold, icy eyes. For a moment, Fina though she saw sympathy in his eyes...finally, an emotion of love...for her...
"If you do not wish to listen, that is fine..." He placed a hand on his dark sword's hilt, resting on his slender hip. Fina turned, and tried to get away from him... She heard the sword slide out of its resting place, and sing through the air...there was a sudden, sharp pain in her back...
Fina sat up, in a cold sweat. One word escaped her lips before her heart slowed down...
"Ramirez..."
After the fall, there is time for all to rise once more....
Ilchymis flipped through the pages of his book swiftly, decoding the scriptures in his mind. It had to be here somewhere...He glanced up over his small glasses at a stern Vyse, who stood impatiently.
"We have to get going." He crossed his arms. Ilchymis sulked.
"I know..." He slammed the book loudly, and walked softly behind Vyse. Clean up missions were not fun...Nasrad was going to be a piece of work for sure...
The Blue Rouges moved about busily, preparing the Delphinus for yet another highly annoying mission. Ilchymis would often stand in the back, watching the others, busy at their work...he sometimes questioned his value as a crewmember. Though he much preferred being a Blue Rouge as opposed to sitting on that island all day...
Aika's shrill voice was heard yelling at someone who was not pulling his or her weight, and Vyse's laugh was heard floating up from the air. At least they were happy...
"I felt that way once too, you know." Fina's soft voice spoke to Ilchymis. "Left out, I mean." He smiled and glanced at her before looking at the crowd once more. She
looked exhausted...
"Actually, I don't feel sad about it at all." He took in a deep breath. "It's actually quite interesting to be with a group of people who are nothing like one another...I mean, everyone is so unique, with their own personalities...the human psychological function can't be generalized in any way, can it?" Fina had a look of mild confusion on her face.
"I suppose you're right." She shifted her weight, and glanced at Lawrence, in his usual position; leaning against a wall, head down. "Like him...He's quite the experiment."
"His drive is his money." Fina nodded.
"Yes, that was very clear since the beginning...but what about you?"
"Me?" His glasses slid down his nose a little. He reached up quickly, and pushed them into place. "I just...needed a change, I suppose?"
"You don't sound so sure of yourself." He threw his robed arms up in the air.
"Oh, you know the story. I was a Valuan Noble, felt sorry for the ones in Lower City..."
"Yes but...everyone has a hidden agenda." Ilchymis' eyes narrowed.
"I know that. I just haven't discovered mine yet. I suppose I just want to help a world of pain."
Fina smiled sadly. She had never known anyone as pure hearted as him...She guessed that he hadn't seen enough darkness of the world to break his spirit yet.
And then again, neither had Vyse.
"Fina, are you ill? You're awfully pale..."
"No...I'll be alright.... don't worry, really. I just...haven't been getting a lot of sleep recently, that's all..."
"I see...well, you should take a quick rest before we go."
"Thank you for the suggestion, maybe I will."
Clara clung to Gilder's arm, blushing.
"I'm so glad we can be together for one more mission!" She beamed, nuzzling him. Gilder sulked.
"Why...?" He glanced over at Kirala, the Yafutoman carpenter woman. "Hey Ninja!" She looked up, a look of distaste on her face. "A little hand here! Ya got little throwing stars or something?" A small weapon whizzed by his face.
"Like that?" She asked, and Gilder laughed nervously. Clara looked up, fuming.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" She began to charge, appearing quite comical in her large, pink skirt. Gilder grabbed her arm, and sighed to himself. Women...
Vyse assisted Hans in carrying heavy mechanical equipment onto the ship. With a grunt, he dropped the tools onto the deck.
"With this do? Right here?" He asked the young mechanic. Hans glanced at Vyse with his large eyes, which were shining a bit more than usual...
"Yes, sir, Mr. Vyse! That's perfect." Hans looked dreamy-eyed for a moment. "Yeah...perfect..." Vyse stared, eyes wide.
"Yeah...great...thanks...well...I...have to be going now...bye..."
"...Bye..." Vyse walked a little faster than usual to the ship's exit.
Outside, the rest of the crew was in a rush to get everything ready...needless to say, they were a bit rusty on what exactly to do. Fina walked up to Vyse, with a tired expression on her face.
"Vyse? We're leaving soon, right?"
"In about...five minutes." He raised his voice. "If we get moving, people!"
"Can I take a nap?" Vyse glanced at her, confused.
"Tired, Fina?"
"Yes...I have been feeling rather under the weather recently...I think if I slept for a while, I would feel better..." Vyse touched her shoulder lightly.
"Yeah, go ahead. But, make sure you lock the door. I don't want anyone bothering you. Actually, forget it. Sleep in my room." She stared at him, concerned. Vyse laughed, and turned red.
"I don't mean it like that." Fina smiled, and nodded weakly.
"Thank you, Vyse." Fina stepped onto the ship's deck, the heels of her boots clicking on the metal. Cupil, in a bracelet form, squeaked. Fina shook her head. "No, it's not that." The creature whined. She walked into the elaborate captain's quarters, and set herself down on the bed heavily. She pulled the covers over her exhausted body, and closed her eyes. Perhaps this time, she could sleep...before she knew it, she had entered a dream...
".... na..." A male's voice echoed in the distance. "...ina...." Once more, an echo...so very far away...and that smell...the distinctive smell...
"Fina." The voice said, naturally. The figure of a boy, built frail, but very strong.
Him...Ramirez....the white haired boy who had been haunting her for days...
"Fina...why won't you listen to me? You here me calling...always calling..." He walked towards her, silently...seductively...
"Why...why must you come?"
"I have thing I need to say." He was right in front of her now, their faces almost touching. He placed one arm around her, and pulled her close. Fina struggled, but could not break away from his grip. Ramirez pressed his cold, thin lips against hers, and Fina stopped struggling. In a quick movement, she pulled away, and stared at his cold, icy eyes. For a moment, Fina though she saw sympathy in his eyes...finally, an emotion of love...for her...
"If you do not wish to listen, that is fine..." He placed a hand on his dark sword's hilt, resting on his slender hip. Fina turned, and tried to get away from him... She heard the sword slide out of its resting place, and sing through the air...there was a sudden, sharp pain in her back...
Fina sat up, in a cold sweat. One word escaped her lips before her heart slowed down...
"Ramirez..."