Past the Clouds

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    Admiral Cecelia swung around the corner with a rifle pointed at the two. "Out not and get rid of your weapons. Place them on the ground and kick them away." Rockwell turned towards Arya waiting for her orders.

    Arya froze at the rifle and narrowed her eyes towards Cecelia. Her grip on the gun tightened, but she nodded her head. Slowly, she placed the shotgun on the ground. Arya kept her eyes locked on the Admiral, "I came here to talk." Her words were low and frigid.

    Rockwell placed his weapons on the ground and kicked them away. Admiral Cecelia nodded towards seats nearby. "Sit." She ordered the two. Reluctantly, Rockwell walked towards the seats and sat down. He could feel the admiral's eyes trained on them. After the two sat down, the admiral sat down across from them. "You came here for your captain, didn't you?"

    Arya slowly took a seat next to Rockwell, her body placed at the edge of her seat. Her head was low, but here eyes stayed on the Admiral, "Not just the Captain, but the crew and our ship." She coolly replied, maintaining her sangfroid.

    "No. You see, if Vincent gets out, he will tell whoever sent him here about this island. If Gulevani finds out about my army and flying island, they will respond with an armada. I will not have that. Also, I want the S.S. Alcyone. That is why I stationed some men there. It will make a fine addition to my fleet." Admiral Cecelia responded.

    "You truly believe my Captain would want to tell Gulevani? Not only would this flying island probably be 'confiscated' from your command, but his entire crew would probably be suspended." Arya was now using her hands to try and emphasize just how wrong this would go for all of them. They weren't supposed to come here, it was something off course. Some trail they were not supposed to follow. Yes, maybe Vincent's ultimate mission was to find Cecelia, but due to his own mischief it could cause trouble for himself and his crew.

    "How would I know? I only knew him for a year and a half before I was betrayed by my own crew. You should ask that question to your crew. Actually, you should ask yourself that. How long have you been in Vincent's command?" Admiral Cecelia asked as she leaned back in her chair.

    [Hmm how long... couple.. couple lot of years. Gosh, I'm bad at negotiating]


    "I'm sorry Admiral, but I do know more than one side to Vincent." Arya placed her hands in her lap, gently folding them. "Plus he highly gratifies his own ego. He doesn't like to be under command, rather he likes to take control of any situation." She lightly clears her throat remembering the night before.

    Ooc: Lets say he took command of the S.S. Alcyone at age thirty which would mean he has been the captain of the ship for six years
    Ic:
    "Are we going to resort to your perception of your captain? That topic bores me. No, instead, when I make contact of Gulevani, I will use him as a bargaining chip. He is a Rover after all. He is considered the best of the best. He is highly valuable. They would not just toss him aside." The admiral challenged.

    "Either way, you plan to make contact with Gulevani! How dare you treat him as a bargaining chip. It will get you nowhere!" Arya hissed at her, already feeling like all hope was being lost. And if Vincent found out that Cecelia was going to use the S.S. Alcyone as her own, he would literally try to kill her. That was his pride and joy.


    [Aight Aight]

    "Based on how you are acting now, I suggest you leave. I do not know where though. I think I am going to tell my soldiers to take over the ship. Farewell, Northstorm." Admiral Cecelia said straight face.

    "Tuum opus diaboli non solum vobis infortunii!" Arya spat, not even registering her own words. [It's shitty google translate, no one would register it] She suddenly stood out of her seat. Placing one hand on the table, she easily pushed her body towards the table. Her other hand helped guide her over, swiftly attacking Cecelia. Arya had tackled the Admiral from the waste, taking them both to the ground.


    [Damn admiral]

    Ooc: what was it suppose to mean?
    Ic:
    As Arya attacked her, the admiral fired her gun shooting Rockwell in the arm. Admiral Cecelia threw Arya off of her and began laughing. "You think you could take me on?" She laughed loudly. Admiral Cecelia kicked off her shoes and threw her jacket on the floor. Suddenly her appearance began to transform. Her arms began to extend with feathers coming out of her skin. Admiral Cecelia's fingers extended and hardened into claws. Her socks ripped beneath her feet revealing the feet of birds.
    "Wha-oh god! Harpy," Rockwell hollered and began crawling towards the weapons.

    [Your devil work will bring you misfortune OH GOD A HARPY JESUS CHRISTMAS NO WONDER THE BOOK AND OH GOD that surprised me.]


    Arya hit the floor hard, instantly trying to scramble to her feet. The process was slowed as she watched Cecelia transform in front of her. She has only read about Harpy's in books, she always thought they were a myth. "Throw me my shotgun!" She hissed to Rockwell, the breath only now returned to her. How was she going to handle this? How was she going to defeat a powerful, mythical creature?? Arya stood tall, throwing the bag to the side as she pulled out one long dagger. Arya's other arm was outstretched waiting for the catch of her gun. They needed to quickly get out of here and warn the others. But where were they? Would they survive?

    Ooc: Yknow I just realized it, but I wish I would refer to the tower as the Harpy's Nest to foreshadow it
    Ic:
    Rockwell grabbed the shotgun and with all his strength he tossed it towards Arya. He took off his shirt and began tying it around his bullet wound.
    Cecelia began flapping her wings and rose in the air. Her face began to contort as a beak grew from her face which replaced her nose and mouth. With a loud shriek, Cecelia dived towards Arya and prepared to strike her.

    [That would have been awesome. I didn't know mythical creatures roamed this universe xD]


    Arya quickly gripped the barrel of it. She watched carefully as Cecelia rose into the air. The ceiling in the room was high, and became a disadvantage to Arya and Rockwell. She checked the barrel of the gun before clicking it back into place. Arya swung the gun towards Cecelia's face, seeing as she was quickly gaining momentum and the impact either way was going to do some damage. She kept her eyes open as she pulled the trigger of the shotgun.

    Ooc: Well with some that I plan on appearing, I am wanting to make them different than the stereotypical stuff
    Ic:
    Cecelia tackled Arya to the ground, but took a shot to one of her wings. She rose here arms and began thrashing at Arya. Rockwell grabbed his pistol and took aim at the harpy. "Come on, just stay still." He muttered trying to take aim. Seeing this, Cecelia pounced away but not before reaching for the shotgun.

    Arya yelped as she hit the ground hard, again. She felt a bit dizzy, but quickly brought her arms up to protect her face as Cecelia began thrashing her and scratching her with wings and talons. Arya felt the weight disappear and it took her a moment to realize what was happening. Blood was dripping from her face but she ignored it glancing at the gun and then at the Harpy. "Shit!" She threw herself towards the gun, making sure she at least grabbed some part of the gun. Arya gripped the end of the gun as if her life depended on it, as she knew the Admiral would have the rest of it in a moment. "Rockwell! In the bag is a black book!" She hissed, "I bet that could help us." Arya was talking about the book she had stole earlier from this room. It was a stretch, but she hoped it would help them in the long run. And she prayed she could hold this creature off long enough to find a way to kill the Admiral.


    [I can tell there are a few changes in the mythical creature already woot woot!]

    Rockwell struggled up from the ground. "Whatcha gonna do? Try to make the bird build a nest in the book," he grumbled as he walked towards Arya's bag.
    Cecelia gripped onto the gun with her feet and began flapping towards the air. She began thrashing around trying to throw Arya to the ground. "You think whatever in a book can help you now? Silly girl." She squawked. She stopped flapping causing the two to fall to the ground. Cecelia positioned herself to help keep Arya on the ground.

    [Holy moly, Arya is being thrown around like a chew toy]


    Arya hung tightly with one arm to the gun as they were both airborne. She went to use her other arm, but could not command it to lift. Panic flashed in her eyes as things seemed to turn sour for the two of them. "Just do what I say Rockwell!" Her voice was firm, but could hear the quiver as she spoke. Arya gasped for air as she hit the ground. The back of her head was already spawning a major headache that would throb throughout her head. She wailed quietly, gripping the gun tightly in her movable arm. It was hard to position it, and she only had one more bullet in the barrel before she would have to reload. Better make the best of it. Arya pointed the barrel low, near Cecelia's CHICKEN LEGS. She fired once more.