Ryanti had placed his hand behind his neck to unkink some of the muscles there. After hearing P’welro’s response, the young man figured that yes, perhaps this entire crew was far from the most virtuous of vocabulary? He had a brief thought going back to how much his entire life had changed over the past few years. Everything still felt so new, breathtaking and exciting. He could label these people he was meeting as such. It caused him to smile authentically. It was a very warm one.
After taking a few steps towards the door, a bit of his Halfling blood rushed to his cheeks after Berasaem made her little comment. He handled it well however, choosing to respond to it with a passing wink of his eye towards her. “I’m sure I can handle that ‘scenario’, and I have faith you can handle yours.â€
Ryanti placed his hands behind his back, speeding up his walking a slight tad in order to catch up quickly. When he cleared the thin hallway, he let out a large breath and pinned his head upwards to witness the majestic display of the bowsprit. In the back of his mind, he marveled at what engineering went into what appeared to be a simple scouting vessel from the outside. His gaze started above him, and then followed the shape of the vessel downward, focusing his attention at the gadgetry and marvels that laid out before him.
This was a very impressive arsenal of weaponry for a vessel this size. He had expected less. It pleased him, for he knew that this kind of mission required a good amount of versatility when it came to arms. It was paramount that they could counter any threat should the last resort of direct conflict be necessary. Ryanti had no interest in perishing and if that was inevitable, he would have wanted this crew to take as many down with them as possible. Though he knew that what they possessed on this ship was worth any amount of lives to Garlemald.
He hoped that this crew would understand that.
He smiled a little at the realization that there was life in this room beyond him and P’welro. He resisted the urge to recite some fancy words of his own at the Keeper’s comment. From where he came from, fanciness was not in lack. He could not really pick out her features from the darkness of her surroundings, but he could tell by her eyes that she was a woman. “A room full of maniacal firepower, accompanied by two women. P’welro, are you meaning to please my inner masculine tapwell?†He murmured in a cheerful mood.
Ryanti nodded in acknowledgement of her name. Jada could tell because her eyes were not the only ones that seemed to glow in the dark. Ryanti’s aquamarine eyes were no stranger to absorbing moonlight. “Pleasure to meet you, Jada.†He said, with a tone of grammar and an accent that definitely did not belong to a sailor of the seas. He almost burst out into a laugh before P’welro did at her assumption, knowing his true request for being here was a little odder than that.
Ryanti took a moment to place his own elbows on the very desk that Jada had moments prior, watching her turn back to rummage through all of the storage that laid behind her. It was one of the few moments that Ryanti’s tail moved. It stretched a bit with a single fluid motion from one side to another, before once again resting behind him idly. The young man hardly moved his tail unless it was to stretch the muscles that laid stiff after being still long enough. The same could be said of his ears. Was it a posture he chose? Or was it something he could not change?
Nonetheless, Ryanti was definitely a people person. He took good pleasure in meeting these people, and observing how their daily lives were. His curious eyes glanced over at what her hands were rummaging through, but he could not pick out anything specific. What he could have done was place on his Sharlayan goggles, which had the ability to allow him to see in the dark. But they were confiscated along with everything else he had on him. He was still nervous about being on this mission without his equipment on him, but he understood that they needed to play the part of the crew. That was right, there –was- no such unit as his aboard. Just the squadron.
“The Captain?†Ryanti questioned P’welro as she tended to her linkpearl. For a moment, he was a little taken off guard. But then he remembered that his Superior was still in the Cabin discussing business. As the Keeper of the Artifact, it was his duty to see safe that object until the task was completed. He had to retrieve that object before they all retired, and so he proceeded after the First Mate. He could not help but smile here as he tasted his first breath of the outside air of what would become the water’s domain.
This ship was on one of Limsa’s darlings, and it was a new experience for him as well. He gave those aboard what he understood as a casual salute, witnessing Marjanie guiding the ship through its trial, of which it had just only begun. This was the kind of life he wanted. A life of adventure and purpose. He thought about that a little bit longer as his pose resumed that of a professional operative. He waited in anticipation for the door to open.
--
Jonathan was late in taking a seat from the conversation they had before, but when Sounsyy began mentioning the extent of her knowledge of one of his men in his unit, he finally pulled the stood beside himself and sat himself down upon it. The rugged man stifled a short smirking laugh at the idea of Ryanti dueling her, and Sounsyy’s assumption. “Ah, do you did time in the Bloodsands, did you? There are a few among us who have as well, though none on this voyage.â€
He crossed his arms and leaned himself back on his stool. Since there was no backrest, it was merely a gesture to correct his posture. He proceeded to watch her trying in vain to fix her hair.
“Though, we do not choose who we work with. We do not know whom we are working with until we see each other in person.†He did manage to comment as she was doing so, but dropped the subject when he brought up her crew. He was not really interested in discussing how his unit worked beyond defending the integrity of his men.
He enjoyed her dialogue of understanding what leadership truly takes in order to deserve consistent loyalty from her crew. She was preaching to the choir. Her responsibility was also Jonathan’s.
The older man smirked at the idea of a peaceful run-in. Perhaps in an ideal world. With that thought gone, he focused intently on the map, analyzing everything on it. It was becoming a bit of a hint that Sixteen’s ability to analyze and recall information with pinpoint efficiency was a talent that the Overseers valued in him. He placed an index finger and a thumb on his chin in thought as he listened to the Captain lay out the map for him. The hostile possibilities were very plentiful, and the odds were very much stacked against them.
“Of course I must consult to you that my Unit’s priorities during this voyage are to stay under cover, and that we desire to avoid conflict if at all possible. Our wishes include slipping under the gaze of every passing vessel out to sea, though we are as fully capable of utilizing your equipment as we are of ours.†Sixteen covered his nose with the inner folds of his elbow as he passed a sneeze. “The weapons that were provided to us are meant to be used at the objective site and are classified technology. To use them on board this ship would greatly increase the capability of our firepower – however, if our Unit is to expose ourselves, every hostile witness of our presence would have to be eliminated. We cannot afford a Garlean witness, or even a bumbling Sahagin, to spread the word about what they may see.â€
“I will grant you the retreat of our Keeper to below deck if trouble occurs. Each member of my unit is incredibly capable as per my endorsement – as an extension of your crew, myself and my team will follow your orders in battle. If we must bring out our equipment, their orders will fall under my umbrella.â€
He sat up from his stool and moved it aside as Sounsyy addressed Ryanti and P’welro to come to her cabin. “I assure you Captain that we have slept like babies in much worse – a simple pillow and blanket we are gracious of. Any kind of mattress is a bonus.â€
Once he placed the stool back where it was before, he maneuvered himself to flank the door leading to her cabin with his hands behind his back and his feet space out in a very specific distance. The case remained on Sounsyy’s desk, silent and nonchalant. Yet perhaps it did not appear to be such anymore after witnessing what was inside it.
--
Ryanti calmly observed Sounsyy opening the door. He understood that this environment was professional right now, so all of the thoughts he had about addressing her in a more personal manner would just have to wait. This was still unusual to him though. The very person whom was the Captain of this crew was… her? Of all people, the very same person Ryanti met to test both his and her skill against one another? The very same person he looked up to as a child?
He felt unsure of the future. Unsure of what would happen. Was this Nyemia’s doing or a pure coincidence?
“Sir Sixteen.†Ryanti addressed his superior with a shift of his feet to face him in a tight and formal military pose, with the palm of his right hand shielding his frontal-right cheek, eye, and forehead. Sixteen responded. It was their formal salute. It was meant to symbolize secrecy. If two individuals were to do it to each other in address, neither would be able to glance upon the other’s face.
“At ease, Seventy-Seven. I am dismissing myself for the evening. Return to our lodging when your task is complete.†Sixteen commanded, and Ryanti finished his salute by slicing the air by the gesture of returning his right hand to his side and spun on his heels to face the Captain, easing up after and absorbing the environment of her cabin. He leaned a little more on his right leg and placed the elbow of his right arm on top of the back of his left hand to support it as an idle index finger graced the white locks on the side of his face. “Wow.†He murmured, with a very brief set of chuckles afterwords.
His strong aquamarine eyes returned to Sounsyy as she gave him her suggestion of where to place the object of importance. His gaze grew in seriousness as she ended her dialogue. The young man slowly but methodically approached the black lockbox resting upon Sounsyy’s desk. He gently placed his hands upon either side of it. He displayed great care of handling it by lifting it off the desk without shuffling a single thing or making a single noise.
“I would elect to use one of your hidden compartments. I need to spare mentioning which specific one I place the VIA in to whoever accompanies me. Therefore I personally request that it is you yourself who takes me there, Captain. If not, I would require whoever accompanies me to stand outside the room while I place it away. I will inform you and only you, and you may choose who to disclose it to as it is your right but… I hope you do only to people you trust with your life. Oh, and VIA stands for Very Important Anomaly, by the way. It is code we use.â€
After taking a few steps towards the door, a bit of his Halfling blood rushed to his cheeks after Berasaem made her little comment. He handled it well however, choosing to respond to it with a passing wink of his eye towards her. “I’m sure I can handle that ‘scenario’, and I have faith you can handle yours.â€
Ryanti placed his hands behind his back, speeding up his walking a slight tad in order to catch up quickly. When he cleared the thin hallway, he let out a large breath and pinned his head upwards to witness the majestic display of the bowsprit. In the back of his mind, he marveled at what engineering went into what appeared to be a simple scouting vessel from the outside. His gaze started above him, and then followed the shape of the vessel downward, focusing his attention at the gadgetry and marvels that laid out before him.
This was a very impressive arsenal of weaponry for a vessel this size. He had expected less. It pleased him, for he knew that this kind of mission required a good amount of versatility when it came to arms. It was paramount that they could counter any threat should the last resort of direct conflict be necessary. Ryanti had no interest in perishing and if that was inevitable, he would have wanted this crew to take as many down with them as possible. Though he knew that what they possessed on this ship was worth any amount of lives to Garlemald.
He hoped that this crew would understand that.
He smiled a little at the realization that there was life in this room beyond him and P’welro. He resisted the urge to recite some fancy words of his own at the Keeper’s comment. From where he came from, fanciness was not in lack. He could not really pick out her features from the darkness of her surroundings, but he could tell by her eyes that she was a woman. “A room full of maniacal firepower, accompanied by two women. P’welro, are you meaning to please my inner masculine tapwell?†He murmured in a cheerful mood.
Ryanti nodded in acknowledgement of her name. Jada could tell because her eyes were not the only ones that seemed to glow in the dark. Ryanti’s aquamarine eyes were no stranger to absorbing moonlight. “Pleasure to meet you, Jada.†He said, with a tone of grammar and an accent that definitely did not belong to a sailor of the seas. He almost burst out into a laugh before P’welro did at her assumption, knowing his true request for being here was a little odder than that.
Ryanti took a moment to place his own elbows on the very desk that Jada had moments prior, watching her turn back to rummage through all of the storage that laid behind her. It was one of the few moments that Ryanti’s tail moved. It stretched a bit with a single fluid motion from one side to another, before once again resting behind him idly. The young man hardly moved his tail unless it was to stretch the muscles that laid stiff after being still long enough. The same could be said of his ears. Was it a posture he chose? Or was it something he could not change?
Nonetheless, Ryanti was definitely a people person. He took good pleasure in meeting these people, and observing how their daily lives were. His curious eyes glanced over at what her hands were rummaging through, but he could not pick out anything specific. What he could have done was place on his Sharlayan goggles, which had the ability to allow him to see in the dark. But they were confiscated along with everything else he had on him. He was still nervous about being on this mission without his equipment on him, but he understood that they needed to play the part of the crew. That was right, there –was- no such unit as his aboard. Just the squadron.
“The Captain?†Ryanti questioned P’welro as she tended to her linkpearl. For a moment, he was a little taken off guard. But then he remembered that his Superior was still in the Cabin discussing business. As the Keeper of the Artifact, it was his duty to see safe that object until the task was completed. He had to retrieve that object before they all retired, and so he proceeded after the First Mate. He could not help but smile here as he tasted his first breath of the outside air of what would become the water’s domain.
This ship was on one of Limsa’s darlings, and it was a new experience for him as well. He gave those aboard what he understood as a casual salute, witnessing Marjanie guiding the ship through its trial, of which it had just only begun. This was the kind of life he wanted. A life of adventure and purpose. He thought about that a little bit longer as his pose resumed that of a professional operative. He waited in anticipation for the door to open.
--
Jonathan was late in taking a seat from the conversation they had before, but when Sounsyy began mentioning the extent of her knowledge of one of his men in his unit, he finally pulled the stood beside himself and sat himself down upon it. The rugged man stifled a short smirking laugh at the idea of Ryanti dueling her, and Sounsyy’s assumption. “Ah, do you did time in the Bloodsands, did you? There are a few among us who have as well, though none on this voyage.â€
He crossed his arms and leaned himself back on his stool. Since there was no backrest, it was merely a gesture to correct his posture. He proceeded to watch her trying in vain to fix her hair.
“Though, we do not choose who we work with. We do not know whom we are working with until we see each other in person.†He did manage to comment as she was doing so, but dropped the subject when he brought up her crew. He was not really interested in discussing how his unit worked beyond defending the integrity of his men.
He enjoyed her dialogue of understanding what leadership truly takes in order to deserve consistent loyalty from her crew. She was preaching to the choir. Her responsibility was also Jonathan’s.
The older man smirked at the idea of a peaceful run-in. Perhaps in an ideal world. With that thought gone, he focused intently on the map, analyzing everything on it. It was becoming a bit of a hint that Sixteen’s ability to analyze and recall information with pinpoint efficiency was a talent that the Overseers valued in him. He placed an index finger and a thumb on his chin in thought as he listened to the Captain lay out the map for him. The hostile possibilities were very plentiful, and the odds were very much stacked against them.
“Of course I must consult to you that my Unit’s priorities during this voyage are to stay under cover, and that we desire to avoid conflict if at all possible. Our wishes include slipping under the gaze of every passing vessel out to sea, though we are as fully capable of utilizing your equipment as we are of ours.†Sixteen covered his nose with the inner folds of his elbow as he passed a sneeze. “The weapons that were provided to us are meant to be used at the objective site and are classified technology. To use them on board this ship would greatly increase the capability of our firepower – however, if our Unit is to expose ourselves, every hostile witness of our presence would have to be eliminated. We cannot afford a Garlean witness, or even a bumbling Sahagin, to spread the word about what they may see.â€
“I will grant you the retreat of our Keeper to below deck if trouble occurs. Each member of my unit is incredibly capable as per my endorsement – as an extension of your crew, myself and my team will follow your orders in battle. If we must bring out our equipment, their orders will fall under my umbrella.â€
He sat up from his stool and moved it aside as Sounsyy addressed Ryanti and P’welro to come to her cabin. “I assure you Captain that we have slept like babies in much worse – a simple pillow and blanket we are gracious of. Any kind of mattress is a bonus.â€
Once he placed the stool back where it was before, he maneuvered himself to flank the door leading to her cabin with his hands behind his back and his feet space out in a very specific distance. The case remained on Sounsyy’s desk, silent and nonchalant. Yet perhaps it did not appear to be such anymore after witnessing what was inside it.
--
Ryanti calmly observed Sounsyy opening the door. He understood that this environment was professional right now, so all of the thoughts he had about addressing her in a more personal manner would just have to wait. This was still unusual to him though. The very person whom was the Captain of this crew was… her? Of all people, the very same person Ryanti met to test both his and her skill against one another? The very same person he looked up to as a child?
He felt unsure of the future. Unsure of what would happen. Was this Nyemia’s doing or a pure coincidence?
“Sir Sixteen.†Ryanti addressed his superior with a shift of his feet to face him in a tight and formal military pose, with the palm of his right hand shielding his frontal-right cheek, eye, and forehead. Sixteen responded. It was their formal salute. It was meant to symbolize secrecy. If two individuals were to do it to each other in address, neither would be able to glance upon the other’s face.
“At ease, Seventy-Seven. I am dismissing myself for the evening. Return to our lodging when your task is complete.†Sixteen commanded, and Ryanti finished his salute by slicing the air by the gesture of returning his right hand to his side and spun on his heels to face the Captain, easing up after and absorbing the environment of her cabin. He leaned a little more on his right leg and placed the elbow of his right arm on top of the back of his left hand to support it as an idle index finger graced the white locks on the side of his face. “Wow.†He murmured, with a very brief set of chuckles afterwords.
His strong aquamarine eyes returned to Sounsyy as she gave him her suggestion of where to place the object of importance. His gaze grew in seriousness as she ended her dialogue. The young man slowly but methodically approached the black lockbox resting upon Sounsyy’s desk. He gently placed his hands upon either side of it. He displayed great care of handling it by lifting it off the desk without shuffling a single thing or making a single noise.
“I would elect to use one of your hidden compartments. I need to spare mentioning which specific one I place the VIA in to whoever accompanies me. Therefore I personally request that it is you yourself who takes me there, Captain. If not, I would require whoever accompanies me to stand outside the room while I place it away. I will inform you and only you, and you may choose who to disclose it to as it is your right but… I hope you do only to people you trust with your life. Oh, and VIA stands for Very Important Anomaly, by the way. It is code we use.â€