My wheel is mine to hold....

Independent RP blog for Eizen from Tales of Berseria. Blog is not spoiler free so tread carefully on these waters!

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A Voluntary Kingnapping? - Closed

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the-king-of-the-wind:

Even once aboard the ship, his hood remained drawn; until they had left port, there was still the chance he might be spotted. His eyes subtly glance towards the pier as the crew begin making preparations to leave. He had neither names nor faces to put to his enemies and that perhaps made them the most dangerous. All he truly knew was that their connections ran deeper than he had dared fathom and he could not afford to be careless. It would take only a bit of coin to the right deckhand to find out about the hooded figure that departed on an unusual vessel. Hopefully the would long be gone by that time. 

“Some yes, though hardly enough to boast about,” Richard admitted with a smile, following the one he’d petitioned for aid. Much of what I know of ships I learned from books or from time spent in the port rather than on the water. “I know enough to tell that yours no ordinary vessel, and that your crew seem very skilled in sailing it, but I am afraid I would be little help without some manner of direction.” 

It isn’t until they are out of sight that he pulls his hood down, taking a full breath of the fresh ocean air. “I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness earlier. I am seeking to evade the notice of a group whose identities I have yet to discover. Please, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Richard,” he says offering a hand in greeting. “I was hoping I might petition you for aid against this group. Not without reward, of course.”  

Upon the removal of the other's guise, Eizen would have been lying had he said he wasn't taken off guard. Normally when you dealt with “black market” dealings at sea, there was a certain image you carried in our mind about the customer or colleague. This man did not fit that bill. Instead of a sea-hardened ruffian like he had been expecting, the man before him had a much more refined and elegant aura. Eizen surmised that he must have been nobility of some sort, though he would never had guessed that he had the King himself on board the Van Eltia.

When Richard introduced himself, Eizen moved away from the preparations and left the rest to his crew. He extended out his own hand to grasp the other's firmly and giving it a hearty shake. “I have to admit, you're not what I was expecting. But that's neither here nor there. Gald doesn't discriminate based on appearance thankfully.” Eizen winked at Richard wearing a confident smirk.

“You hired the right men for the job. We don't ask questions or get involved in your personal business. You need a job done, we do it, and then it never happened,” Eizen leaned back against one of the sides of the ship as he continued to speak, “All I need to know is why this group is a problem and what we can do to help.”

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A Voluntary Kingnapping? - Closed

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the-king-of-the-wind:

“That is indeed quite the reputation,” Richard agreed, stepping a bit further from the shadows and towards the other. Though his cloak still drawn, wisps of golden hair danced in the port breeze as they tried to escape their confines, golden eyes with a bemused spark set above a faint grin. “Would you permit me the honour to see it, I would very much like to see for myself if its reputation is as you say.”

There is a small sense of relief that washes over Richard if only for a moment. He might very well be placing himself in even greater danger; there was no guarantee to the integrity of these men, especially if they discovered who he truly was. Yet he was no safer back at the castle; better to risk danger than remain where it certain. And there was something about this man that did not strike Richard as false.

Richard looked up at the ship; upon a glance it could easily be a merchant ship, though he imagined it far more. While he was not skilled enough in the art of the sea bound vessels to spot what set it apart, he knew that their reputation would not be near legend if not highly capable at the very least.

“I would gladly accompany you on board,” Richard nodded once, saving any proper talk for a more private location.  “Would that fortune favour us both, if not perhaps we might help each other seize it.”  

The seafarer allowed the other ample time to take in the full majesty of the Van Eltia. Especially proud of the vessel as he was, he to this day often found himself stopping for a moment to take in its beauty. As the cloaked figure continued to examine it, he periodically scanned the crowds of the pier to ensure that nobody seemed suspicious of the happenings. Once it was safe enough, he escorted the other on board. 

When he was certain that they were secure and sufficiently hidden from view, he turned to the other as he listened to his words. With a grin playing across his features, he would respond to the man, “You speak as though you’ve your own experiences on the open sea. Am I wrong?” The grin widened as he turned away to begin helping the crew ready the ship to set sail. Best not to linger with so much on the line.

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Like this for a starter of various lengths to get this old sea dog back into the swing of things! :)

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A Voluntary Kingnapping? - Closed

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the-king-of-the-wind:

Though he’d little chance to frequent them of late, in his youth Richard had often escaped here under the watchful eye of the knights. A port was no place for a prince and yet he enjoyed watching the ships, dreamed of one day sailing away upon one- away from Cedric’s treachery, away from all those that wanted nothing but his crown- away from all of it. But he couldn’t; he had a duty to his people, to the nation that he had wronged. There were still so many things he had to do, so much he had to accomplish to make amends. That was why… he couldn’t die here. 

Those days of watching ships had taught him what they looked like, what manner of vessels frequented the ports and watching the various ships sail in there is one that catches his eye, that is different in build than any of those he familiar with. Could that be the one he waiting for? Richard watched the men that disembarked, followed them with golden eyes hidden beneath his cloak.

“A fine breeze today… It would seem as though the Wind is in my favor.”

Richard’s lips curled into a smile. 

“A rare thing,” Richard replied. “The wind is supposed to be impartial, though one can only wonder how it works so ceaselessly without aid. Perhaps it finds support in ways most cannot perceive, in ways none expect.” 

Whoever his enemy was, whoever was conspiring against him had shown that they knew him well. His habits, his routines, and perhaps even, he feared his friends. Richard didn’t dare reach out to them lest their lives be placed in danger as well. If they were taken hostage Richard- he didn’t know what he would do. No- he had to outplay whomever his foe was, and it would begin by acting in a way they would not expect, finding allies that they would not be counting upon.

“Tell me, do you suppose your ship carries the wind with it at times? Even if only briefly. Here in Windor it is the wind that brings us prosperity, perhaps it might bring you fortune and opportunity as well.”

Despite being the reaper, it seemed that luck was on his side in this instance. Without missing a beat, the cloaked man reciprocated his code with a code of his own. Upon hearing his own twist of verbiage, he almost felt a twang of guilt for underestimating the contact when he originally received the contract. The man was obviously much smarter and wittier than he anticipated. Again.. another stroke of good luck.... so much so that one small part of him felt that things were going too smoothly.

As soon as he felt his mind wander, as it usually did, to worse case scenario, the pirate quickly snapped himself out of it. There was time for self-fulfilling prophecies later. What there wasn’t time for was dawdling while this man obviously needed to get the hell out of the area. 

He heard the figure’s addendum to his original response and his own mouth quickly took the shape of a grin. 

“You know. That’s a funny question. Being the fastest ship on the seas, I could say it has quite the reputation for carrying an impressive amount of wind, amongst other things...”

With a side eye glance, he looked to the contact more directly than previously. “Perhaps you’d like to better examine the ship from the deck if you don’t believe my words? It’s not an offer I extend to many but something tells me it might be okay in this instance.”

His grin widened ever so slightly, “And fortune doesn’t sound so bad either.”

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Still here, everyone. 

Just been a bit busy with wife and I getting sick at different times and two cons this summer.

Bad luck pirate has not abandoned you all :D

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Three Times As Fast

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evasion-finalist:

Jude paused in his step when he was called back out to and apology was given. He couldn’t deny it was a little strange for the sudden change, though if he looked like someone else… He supposed it was possible. But this was also the first time he’d ever heard that before– he’d been compared to others before by personality or traits, but never appearance. Maybe he was just overthinking it? 

When they went so far as to jump down and offer a handshake, it truly was surprising, but he returned it as it would be rude not to. “You can call me Jude. Jude Mathis. But you give me too much credit. I don’t know that much about ships, but in comparison to the others I’ve seen so far here, this one is strikingly different in both design and color. It got me thinking on how those differences would be an improvement… and I guess I got lost in my thoughts.” That was both a good and a very bad trait Jude had, as it often got him in trouble for all the wrong reasons. 

“On what you said before? If I was looking to steal your ship, I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it. You need a good amount of people and teamwork to sail one across the sea, don’t you?” it even worked like that in his world, even with spirit arte application. “Besides…” with that handshake, he could tell that this person was far more adept than himself in that kind of fighting style. “I don’t think I would stand a chance to be honest.”

Eizen glanced to the other and quirked a brow. The young man was extremely humble, almost to the point where he seemed a tad out of the ordinary. Most people he’d come across on his adventures had been sure of themselves to some degree, though some took it too far and were down right arrogant. It could be, however, that the young man was simply trying to be polite. It would seem that overthinking was a vice of his as well.

Meeting the other in their brief shake, Eizen could tell the young man had some fighting prowess. His hands were rough and muscular to a point. To him, this was quite telling in that the other most likely had seen his fair share of brawls. The quizzical look changed to a polite smile after a moment and Eizen finally spoke back to him:

“I wouldn’t go that far. If there’s one thing you learn in a life on the sea is to never underestimate your opponent; whether that be person, weather, or stray waves. I may be taller than you, but I’ve met plenty of people half my size who could toss me on my ass quite easily.”

After offering a light chuckle at his words, Eizen returned to addressing the original topic of conversation, the Van Eltia herself. “If you like, I can bring you aboard and you can take a look up close. It’s not every day someone is this interested in her.” You know, except when they’re recognized as criminals.

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A Voluntary Kingnapping? - Closed

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the-king-of-the-wind:

The throne was a dangerous place. 

It was a truth Richard had always known, that had been made painfully clear to him as poison began finding its way into his cup, began sapping at his father’s life, poured by a man who should have been family. Were that it all over when Cedric met his end. No- it was not over, it never would be. There would always be men who desired power above all else, who cared not the suffering their actions would cause so long as it amounted to some manner of personal gain. It was they that Richard despised most. 

In the past he had been able to dodge them; one could only be so bold in the King’s own castle but more and more Richard found himself ill at ease within his own walls. Something was afoot; something more than a foolish ploy for power. What should have only been minor incidents were slowly beginning to connect and the young king was beginning to glimpse a much deeper plan at work, one that had been in motion likely since his uncle’s days. 

So even Cedric was not immune to traitors. And now they had turned their sights to him. 

A cloak is pulled up over his head, hiding his blond hair from sight, the simple colours disguising finery hidden underneath as the monarch waited patiently at the docks. The palace traitors had ears everywhere, and Richard knew that he could not rely upon anyone. If he chose wrong it would mean his death, if he chose right it would mean theirs. He needed someone who could help him escape the capital long enough to get to the bottom of this, someone willing to risk being accused of ‘kidnapping’ a king. Good thing then that the traitors not the only ones with ears to the ground. 

Rumours had spread of pirates, tales long told of a crew none able to stand against, that no ship able to outrun. The legendary crew of the great pirate Aifreid; most believed them to be mere tales but as talk of sightings came through port more and more frequently, Richard decided to take a chance, to send a message to this crew and see for himself if they the ones able to help him uproot this plot. 

Eyes peer up at the sky, it was almost midday. Richard stood in a quiet corner of the port, at the end of an unfrequented pier, as he had promised in his letter. He could feel anticipation sit heavily on his chest. If this failed then- he wasn’t sure what options he had left. 

The higher the sun rose into the sky, the closer they came to their destination. Once the large star reached it zenith, the Kingdom finally rose up over the horizon and began to become more and more impressive the closer they got.

“There it is, Benwick! Take us in! And if anyone asks, you the usual story.”

Since they were strangers in these parts, Eizen could rest easier knowing their notoriety here was nothing more than legends and rumors. No one would actually expect to see Aifread's pirates; nor would they have any idea what the Van Eltia would look like. As the ship came ever closer to port, the pirate found himself becoming more and more anxious to meet this contact. It wasn't every day they received such a mysterious message, surely this was going to be one to remember.

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Once they made port, he left it to Benwick and the crew to settle the Van Eltia. He thought it best to make his way to the rendezvous point as quickly as he could as the request seemed urgent. After all, it was bad practice to keep a potential client waiting.

Thankfully, the pirate had been through enough of these situations that he knew what to look for when meeting a contact. Anyone with a cloak, an odd piece of clothing, or a riddle of some kind usually fit the bill.

“And.... We have a winner...”

He whispered softly to himself as his eyes scanned the bustling port until they finally settled on a cloaked figure in the background.

As he made his way closer, he was careful not to draw any attention to himself. Once he was in earshot of the client, he simply muttered to himself, though out loud so the other would be able to hear it.

“A fine breeze today... It would seem as though the Wind is in my favor.”

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Picked this up as a cute accessory for my Eizen cosplay. It’s a Pirate Wheel fidget spinner xD

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reblogging here as well for obvious reasons XD

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mawsitsit:

“ Says ta malak who can spend a day in antique shop , while the Wind Malak spends all day tranin’” He huffed and bumped Eizen’s shoulder. Really who was the one who was more mature?

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with learning. Betterment of the body is nothing without betterment of the mind and learning from our past mistakes. We cant always pound our problems into oblivion.”

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mawsitsit:

“ Aww c’mon , ya like ta attention I give cha!” He chuckled and patted his shoulder  “ Besides. Think ‘bout me like yer little voice of reason”

Or more like everything , but a punching bag. Because god, Eizen hit hard when was angry at Zaveid.

“You? A voice of reason? Are you having an identity crisis or are we talking about the same Zaveid here?”

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Continued @mawsitsit

" Bothering you is a hobby?"

“Let’s keep it a hobby and not make it a habit.” He shook his head, having a hard time not cracking a chuckle at the other’s nonsense.

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Zaveid just leans on Eizen's back and whines " I'M BOOOREEEDDD~"

Eizen jumps as he’s startled by the other and sends him a glare once he moves. “What the hell do you want me to do about that? Don’t you have any hobbies?” 

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Normal person: I like that character.

*moves on with life*

Me: I like that character.

*looks up fan art of character*

*blogs about character*

*cries eternally over character*

*buys merch of character*

*listens to songs thinking of character*

*goes to the gym to make character proud*

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Three Times As Fast

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Jude was only doing some harmless observing. He was truly curious as to how this ship functioned, but he was sadly met with some incredibly harsh responses for just doing so. You would think that just looking was alright, though that didn’t seem to be the case. He had to be careful in this place… Especially if it was this easy to get on the wrong side of people.

So turning to the stranger, likely the owner of the ship itself, Jude made sure to try and answer this just right… or he may only end up making things worse.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for looking at you ship. I’ve never seen one like it before so I got a little carried away.” and that was the truth. “I’ll go, you don’t have to worry about that. Not much I can do anyway.” Jude could take a hint.

The other didn’t need to act intimidating. It didn’t work on Jude at all, but because he was asked to leave he would listen and do so. Even if he was only observing, he was staring at another persons property so he was in the wrong. “I didn’t mean to bother you.” as the younger moved to turn away, his questions and curiosities about the unknown vessel left unanswered.

Eizen almost winced when he saw how polite the observer was. Most exorcists would have either attacked on the spot, ran away with their tail in between their legs, or immediately called for reinforcements. The man before him did none of that. He merely nodded politely and turned to make himself scarce. It would definitely be odd behavior if he were a member of the church. Still.. it was best not to be too trusting too quickly as it could be a trap. The Abbey was nothing if not crafty, especially under Lord Artorious.

If this was a trap, it would be best to let it play out. He wouldn't want to let any spy know he was on to them. That would defeat the purpose of investigating. Moving a thumb to his chin, he watched the person begin to walk away for a moment before he finally called out to him.

“Oh! Sorry about that. From back there you looked like somebody else. There's been someone eyeing my ship for a while looking to steal her. I must have mixed you up.”

He leapt down from the ledge and offered his hand out to Jude's for a friendly shake. “Name is Eizen. First Mate of the Van Eltia. You obviously have a keen eye for ships given how you were eyeballing her. Good taste.”

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Had no idea there was a Zesty Manga until I found it at Barnes and Noble today. Anyone know how far they plan to go with it? Or if it’s supposed to go along with the anime?

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Friendly reminder that abuse survivors are in no way obligated to out themselves.

Friendly reminder that many would rather deal with your hatred for their problematic ships than share their abuse story with your self righteous ass.

Friendly reminder that if a shipper doesn’t publicly state their age they could very well be 13.

Friendly reminder that you never know who you’re harassing, bullying, and sending threats and suicide baiting to. They could be the ones you claim to protect.

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In Summary:

Friendly Reminder. In general, just don’t be a dick to save everyone a lot of trouble and explanations. It shouldn’t even need a reminder to just NOT be an asshole.

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A Voluntary Kingnapping? - Closed

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Sailing with Aifread's crew for as long as he had, Eizen had definitely seen some odd things and received some strange requests. Client's often times would give an alias as to not to be discovered, especially when it was someone in the public eye that had to operate more under the table. As far as these requests were concerned, the malak was mostly used to them.

As far as strange requests, however, this one went the extra mile. Normally, alias names were something simple and common. Smith, Brown, Al, Steven, Jane and John were all common ones he'd seen on multiple occasions. It would seem, however, that this client wanted to go with something a little... different. As he adjusted his spectacles and brought the letter closer to his eyes, he noticed the only name signed on the bottom read “ -Wind.” 

With a name like that, Eizen could only come to one of two conclusions. Firstly, the client was a wind seraph and the name was a clue to that. Secondly, the person was new to this and chose a clever play on their own name or it's meaning. Often times amateurs to the lifestyle would make that mistake, and it would often times lead to their capture. He hoped that wasn't the case in this situation. Setting the letter to the side, he shrugged his shoulders. Best to handle that when the time came.

With due haste, his glasses were moved from his face back to his jacket pocket as he left the cabin of the ship. Approaching the navigator of the ship, he slapped his shoulder sternly but in a brotherly fashion. “Benwick, Turn her around and set us a new course. Apparently, we have an important mission waiting for us in the ports of Barona. Stay weary though, as these are waters we hadn't tread before...”

With that, Eizen would keep a weary eye on the horizon as the Van Eltia began its long journey.