#rain stormborn

[wanderingraincloud]

First Atlas Mission

His shoulder hurt. It was a nagging and painful reminder of their successful trip… and a reminder he really should have spent some time and energy to heal the bruise before it got this bad.

Rolling to his feet Rain grinned, hearing the large breaths coming down from the cargo hold. For all that there had been some minor snags - and some near death experiences on his part - they had their bull and two mares. So, he assumed, did the Lynx and the Fury. He had seen the other two ships and certainly Neblegear hadn't stayed with them the entire time. No call had gone out on the comms either for help before they’d left so he assumed everyone had done well.

And below their feet stood three lovely specimens - all blue, as their Captain had decided he wanted blue ones and who were they to argue?

Well, there were times he would have argued if it had been necessary.

"You two want to play bait or want me to?" There wasn't any way in hell Rain was letting their Captain play bait. Even now he had to wonder about that. It was why, when Ellyri attempted to hand him the gun, he had handed it right back over to Arkhos who would stay nice and safe… ish up on the cliff.

(Never mind he was their healer. It definitely made more sense for him to play bait, okay? Rain's reasoning was all very logical and without any holes.)

And a good thing to. Because Captain Ravenscar was apparently a damn sharpshooter. While Rain was getting their attention a little too much and barely avoiding getting a lovely new scar, their Captain had taken each of their direhorns down in one blow - which is, admittedly, probably all that saved him from a messy death.

Sighing, he pressed a hand carefully to his shoulder. He had been lucky he was wearing armor for once instead of his usual vest. A careful breath later and a wash of green spread out from his hand, immediately covering him with a soothing cool mist. He could have let it heal on its own. But now that they had their dinosaurs… Well, Captain had to stick with the boat.

Rain on the other hand - he would be finding a mage to cajole into letting him trade services for a portal. That wasn't too hard - especially not at the Darkmoon Faire where there were usually a few willing to go along with his type of payment plans.

And then… he would be attending a meeting with Xikaer in place of their Captain. One called by Captain Poxface. Who he was not allowed to punch, according to Arkhos.

Dammit.

(Mentions of: @arkhos-ravenscar @arcanistchi @xikaer @darnath @jackarychaoti @talonwildfire I think that’s it someone let me know if I missed a person)

[wanderingraincloud]

Dark Skies

The tense air on the Drakonbane didn't exactly dissipate just because one participant in the ugly argument was gone. Not for Rain at least, who spent several hours after breakfast hunting down anywhere he might have left bits and pieces of whatever he was working on in a quiet corner and then forgotten. Little bits of wire tucked safely into the corner of the ceiling where two beams met. A two thirds finished and very confused little robot that had gotten lost in the cargo hold. Scrap metal left here and there - especially in the empty cabins.

None of it had ever seemed a lot, and for the most part he didn't mean to clutter. Until he went to collect it all he hadn't even realized how far outside of his own room he had spread. His two areas - the kitchen and his own cabin - were entirely separate domains, and engineering didn't happen in the kitchen. Ever. There were things he had added to the kitchen here and there but none of them were things he would take with him when... if he left. Certain peoples still needed healthy meals even if they were being jerks.

Sometime during his clean up there came a slow trickling realization that maybe he could have... reacted a bit differently. Maybe.

And also that nowhere in there had Captain Ravenscar actually threatened to kick him off the boat and the other way around, leaving without even trying to do something to fix it kind of felt like running away. Maybe.

Knowing something logically didn't help at all. If anything it made his clean up slash packing process angrier. And when that was done - everything in a neat, if entirely too small packed away pile - there wasn't anything to do but think. He didn't want to think.

He was restless and itchy and the third time he was eat staring at new burns on his hands he knew he wasn't in any sort of mood that would do anything but create. Writing a letter fell through halfway, burnt hands not mixing well with holding a pen and sea take him if he could concentrate enough for even one fucking healing spell.

His jacket was on before he knew it, the tightest leather pants and most open shirt joining them. He couldn't stay on the boat - not tonight. He needed to move, he needed to be doing something, and he needed to stop thinking. Captain was gone who knew where, Ellyri was dealing with their collective tiff and fact this was all set off by someone she hated down to her toes. Xikaer certainly didn't need the company and Fentak wouldn't care. For a night they could eat their own cooking.

The city had inns, and bars, and between the lot of them he would either find someone to fuck him until he could forget everything, or find a fight to do the same.

After that...

After that he would remind himself if he could keep his temper with some asshole bitching on a cart he could damn well remember to do the same for his own Captain. If they were comparing him to a cat he'd do better offering him cream than claws.

( @arkhos-ravenscar @arcanistchi )

[wanderingraincloud]

Meddling

Cooking the mostly simple meals they had while traveling was pretty routine. It allowed his mind to wander which, really, was something of a problem. Sometimes, it meant he was reaching for the wrong pot because his mind was a million miles away.

Grimacing, he withdrew his hand and huffed. They could only take so much with them anyway, their bikes didn’t have the room that, say, the ship would have. Would’ve thought by now it would be automatic to reach for the correct pot out of the three he had managed to stash away. On the other hand, he was right and properly distracted, feeling a little on the stupid side. He knew he wasn’t much for thinking things through, especially when the thought led to ends that could only be bad.

But he had also grown up in a place where everyone knew talking things out sooner rather than later was better for everyone so when something started to nag at him - when there was something he realized maybe someone else wasn’t speaking of the conclusion was self evident. He was going to meddle and it would probably get him into trouble.

It hadn’t ended in trouble. Actually, if he had to say, he would have said it hadn’t ended as best it could, considerin’ the topic.

It just so happened the topic had been, “Hey, Arkhos? What did happen to your old crew?”

Looking back he could admit at least in the back of his mind he suspected what was up. He usually made damn sure to try and be proper with rank except he had been fretting so much about the subject matter he had slipped up and gone all informal(er). Which admittedly he had probably only gotten away with cause what he was asking was a might distracting. And probably should have been obvious.

Hell, Ellyri had known him before - she had probably known the entire time. Not that he was going to bring it up. He had a feeling that would be breaking trust if he went blabbing about it everywhere.

Hindsight being what it was, it kinda made sense his Captain had been willing to hire him so quickly when everyone was dead. If he had even thought about it back then (he hadn’t) he supposed he could’ve thought they’d all retired...at exactly the same time.

And Light take anyone that could have not given the man a hug after hearing that story. Rain had taken off pretty quick after that but he hadn’t been given the stink eye this morning so... he supposed it was all fine. Or swept under the rug.

He kind of wanted to do something special now, to make up for what had been some really foot in mouth words the day before when joking around with Ellyri but, well... All he had was food. And their supplies were pretty limited - they’d used the last of the shrimp last night at Elyria’s suggestion, they were in dire need of some fresh fruit that hopefully the druids could supply.

He ran that over the mind. All three of them could really use a treat and the druids did owe them. Maybe another night of using their campground and some their supplies to make a proper fire in a nice little stove they had hanging about and he could actually make something a bit sweeter than usual. Couldn’t do anything fancy...

But none of them were exactly the fancy type.

And while the Captain was distracted he and Ellyri could plan out how to sneak an owl kitten onto the Drakonbane.

[wanderingraincloud]

What frustrates your character more than anything?

“People doin’ stuff for no reason. Like people that break trust with their partners without talkin’ about it. Or breaking their word in general. Jus’ - when I don’t understand why people are hurtin’ each other or themselves I guess. Especially when they won’t let you help. Oh! That too. When people have to do everythin’ themself. ‘S stupid is what it is.”

[wanderingraincloud]

😂 - Your character is moved to tears. What’s a kindness that another showed to them?

“Uh. A kindness that made me cry?” Rain shuffled his feet, the redhead’s cheeks heating. “Um. I guess the closest would be the Matrons. They raised me. But they also - when I wanted to go, they never tried to stop me or say I was being silly to go travelin’ so young. They helped me get prepared. An’ even when I came back when they knew I was itchin’ to go they practically threw me back out. That’s… I didn’t know then, how bad some people had it, with their parental figures.”

[wanderingraincloud]

Letters Home - Winter’s Veil

Back against the wall, a slab of wood over his knees, Rain wrote his letter home. A little slower and more thoughtfully than usual. Even the journey back from the Succulent Tarts show all the way back to the Broken isles (mages were the best, especially ones he could flirt a discount out of) hadn't shaken off his uncharacteristically somber mood entirely.

It was the second of their shows he had seen and he had to say, this one had left him in a far different mood that had left him immediately scrounging for paper the next morning.

'Dear Matrons,

Everything is fine over here - as fine as can be I guess. The Captain worked out a deal to get some... unique changes to the Drakonbane as it gets rebuilt. We're kept pretty busy taking some merc jobs to make sure we've got enough to cover any unexpected expenses that might come up.

How's the inn? I know it gets busy around Winter's Veil. Funny how many people came to our off the beaten path little inn this time a year. Bunch of old friends of yours. I kinda miss them all. Even when you scolded at Mister Blackheart fer for trying to teach me throwing knives using the wreath as a target.

Still shit at throwing knives.

Miss One-Eye must be there now tryna flirt with Matron Berryfuse. You would think by now she’d give up. If it’s not one of you chasing her off Joffrey is just going to get involved and that’s no good for anyone. 

I was thinkin when the Drakonbane is back up to normal trade routes I might ask the Captain for a bit of a longer stay in the Quel’thalas ports. Come by for a visit for a couple of days. Maybe even see if some of the crew want to come. Though I kinda feel like something might explode if the two of you get into the same room with Ellyri. I’ll certainly duck and cover. That many badass ladies in one place and all.

Doubt if I could get the Captain to leave the ship for long but you can always come by port next time we’re in and see if he’s really as handsome as Matron Berryfuse likes to think he is!

I miss you. I love being on the Drakonbane and I kinda feel like the ship’s become a bit of a family. I wouldn’t give it up for anythin. But I think of you sometimes and its just... like a little ache, I guess. Just thought you should know.

Happy Winter’s Veil.

Love,

Rain

PS. Uh. Don’t mind the odd delivery system. I didn’t want to risk little angry one in the skies out here, they’re not good for flying. Figured something a little less fleshy might make it through all right.’

Once the ink was dry Rain knelt down at what from a glance looked like a mess of gears and scrap metals. “All right. Rise and shine, beautiful girl.”

With a whirl of metal, a small sleek shape darted into the air from”sleeping” to awake in a nano second. Hovering in the air, a gleam of gold and silver metals, was a mechanical cloud serpent hatchling. With a chirp and a release of steam she took the letter before he could even finish rolling it up and tucked it into the carrying compartment he had built into her.

“Okay, okay. You know where ya goin’?” He grinned as she chittered, bopping up and down. “Off you go then!”

She disappeared through the window, out of sight far faster than he had thought. He had no thoughts to worry for her safety. His family would keep her safe enough.

(( @arcanistchi @arkhos-ravenscar for mentions. And special thanks to @willowgust for Seo-yun’s performance of this song at the Tarts performance and inspiring this post.))

[wanderingraincloud]

Fact Sheet

FACE CLAIM: NONE. I can never choose face claims I’m bad at them. NAME: Rain Stormborn (In Thalassian) AGE: Young adult - think late teens to early twenties equivalent. HEIGHT: Shorter side of average. SPECIES: Sin’Dorei GENDER: Male NATIONALITY: Quel’thalas BIRTHDAY: Sometime in Spring - he doesn’t know the date for sure. SUN SIGN:  See above! RESIDENCE: The Drakonbane MARITAL STATUS: Single ALIGNMENT: Hmmm. Chaotic Good? DRINK: Delicious fruit flavored mixed drinks, tequila preferred. FOOD: Oh, anything. He loves to cook - currently his favorite type is Pandaren who equally love food. DAY OR NIGHT: Day! SNACKS: Nuts! Crackers. Azerothian equivalent to trail mix. SONGS: His Pandora station is a lot of Disney, some rock/alternative metal, and a dash of pop-country. But mostly the Disney.

PET: He left his goat back at his not-mothers inn, besides that his emotional attachment is to his bike.

COLOR: Blue, or Maroon. FLOWER: Dandelion or Sunflower SEXUALITY: Homosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic, probably.  BODY TYPE: Broad shouldered, athletic, muscular. EYE COLOR: Dark green - Dark blue before fel taint and I sometimes might slip and write that sorry HAIR COLOR: Deep red

@rizzythemonk tagged me. I can give back and tag @arcanistchi

Otherwise think Drakonbane’s crew has been tagged... @ryderflynn if you want to do it for Flynneh... or any of the alts. Anyone else if no one’s tagged you do it anyway! It’s fun to poke around with.