[Quest RP] - Cymic the Kidd

[Cymic_]

This is a thing that was meant to happen back in August of 2016 when Bitann first made hers, and i never got to writing it up- Hers has sprung up again so i figure I'd pop this here as well. Of course the actions of RP may be limited if it breaks character too far, otherwise it works similar to a choose-your-path book.

Warning: Possible Adult Themes

On the deck of "The Sea Serpent", a crowd gathers to witness the birth of this ship's greatest nuisance, Cymic F. Seymour- But at what cost? .. Well, the life of the captain's beautiful and beloved, Ingrid (Press 'F' to pay respects). Fifteen years pass, and brings us to the start of this story.

A young over-grown blonde-haired boy clad in ragged trousers which proudly sported spots of dirt and oil marks, and a sweaty brown rag rolled and tied around his forehead stood slouched over, leaning against the mast watching the many men going about with yheir work as the ship prepared to depart. It was a particularly sunny day, the sea outward a deep blue. Cymic watched a thin and burly man lug a large crate onto the deck of the ship, which tipped in the direction of the lithe one.

< Look towards the stoney island.
< Wander the ship.
< Help with the cargo.

 

[Sir Arc]

F <Wander the ship>

 

[Cymic_]

Cymic looked up to the men and chuckled to himself. He kicked off the wooden beam, uncrossing his arms and began to wander to pass the time as they awaited departure from the Cove. He glanced to the huge skull formation onky briefly, with slight interest. But it was hot. He began inside, stepping up to the doors which suddenly swung open, a tall man nearly trampling Cymic. He just pushed past without apology- Manners were not a custom on this ship, but it was all the young boy knew, and he ineffectively pushed back, carrying himself past the captain's quarters- He came to a halt, carrying himself back a few paces.. He looked to the door which read "Captain Soviel S.", some subtle noises could be heard from inside ..

< Press ear to the door.
< Knock on the door.
< Keep walking.
< Other?

 

[BoredBrit]

<Burn the ship, kill the crew. Execute order 66.>

 

[Paint]

<Tell him the tragedy of darth plagueis the wise

 

[Lily_]

<Press ear to the door

 

[Cymic_]

Cymic pressed his ear to the door, making out two voices. A male, which he instantly recognized to be his father- Of course, it said "Soviel" on the door.. And faintly, one of a woman, each drenched in a pirate's dialect. He could hear someone sit onto a bed.

< Peek through keyhole.
< Knock on the door.
< Wander elsewhere.

 

[Tot]

<Peak through bb

 

[Cymic_]

He bent down brushing aside a thick, blonde, straw-like strand of hair from his eyes and peeked through. He could see the backside of a tan woman, squinting slightly- He'd be grabbed on the shoulder and pulled backwards, his neck snapped to view a lanky light grey moor man with long white hair, down to his mid-back. The man smacked Cymic on the head with his board and spoke in an angry, hushed tone.. "You shouldn't be snoopin' around like that!" He pointed outward, to the deck. "Get out there and help out your fellow crew mates y'lazy littl' git."

<Ignore him and wander more.
<Comply and find something to do.

 

[K9]

Comply and find something to do

-K9

 

[Cymic_]

The young boy rubbed the top of his head but reluctantlied complied, making way onto the deck of the ship. He looked to a bucket and a mop.. And then to the folks carrying in cargo- Recognizing a few faces from earlier. He taps his chin in thought, as to if he should stir a bit of trouble for his own amusement, or to help carry cargo. For the moment he watched the lithe man struggle with cargo, as well as the tall man from earlier that nearly trampled him when exiting the doorway, eyes resting- squinting, to one of the many tattoos on the man's shirtless form, who had no trouble lifting crates.

< Help with the crates.. Looks boring but helps us leave this isle a bit quicker.
< Swab the deck.. It'd be funny if one of them slipped.

 

[Heie]

Swab deck

 

[Catena]

< Swab the deck

 

[Cymic_]

He hummed to himself, the quartermaster's words echoing in his head as he grabbed the broom in both hands, shoved it in the bucket, and began to mop the deck. Making sure no one was looking, he simply kicked the bucket over, water spreading a fair bit, and began to spread it further with the mop. With a brief, begrudged sigh, he threw the mop over near the fallen bucket and went to lean against the wooden beam, sweat dripping down his cheek. .. Waiting for results for about ten minutes. He watched the lithe fellow- What was his name..? Reagan..? Roland? Rob? Something like that. He grinned and he struggled to carry a crate towards the steps, it'd seem an exchange was being made between the Cove and this group of pirates..- The big tall fellow blindly heaved a crate infront of him, a few others following with smaller crates- He up and ran into the ReagRolRob, crate first, and he dropped his crate onto the tall tattooed guy's toes.. Which prompted him to shove the lithe fellow, and he to fall on his back. A wide grin showing onto Cymic's face- And.. it'd seem the tall man went to reel back, to throw his heavy crate down onto him.

Quick!
< Intervene?
< Watch!

 

[Kamaoe]

< Intervene with a smarmy remark

 

[JoeJoe]

< Intervene! >

 

[Firegirl]

< Watch!

 

[Luam]

< Intervene

 

[Bitann]

< Intervene

 

[Cymic_]

Feeling slightly bad for the guy who scrambled backward for possibly his life, as well as some sense of immunity yo bring the captain's child, he put his foot into the metal bucket and threw it up into his hands. With really little time to think, he lobbed the bucket for the man's head, but it ended up bouncing off the tall man's bare waist area and clattering to the deck. Cymic's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, and he gulped almost cartoon-like as he felt his heart in his throat. The towering man, probably about six feet, and then some, slowly turned towards the boy in rags, looking intent on pursuing, Rob trying to shoot Cym a look of gratitude, as he probably saved his life. Those crates looked heavy. The quartermaster stood, sitting on some steps with a faint smirk, arms crossed, clipboard held to his torso as if amused. Cymic let out under his breath, ".. Uhhh.."

< Turn around and run.
< Grab the mop.
< Other?