~Titles Are Hard~

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Ah, wonderful streets of North City, pleasantly clothed in soft, white snow, just like Wolfgang's own land, Gelemort. An Amestrian for half of his life, he was stunned at how caged he had been in Kanama! He'd never even been here before, but he was enjoying it immensely. He glanced over his shoulder at his private bodyguard, Warrant Grade 3, Molotov. Molotov was a thin, wiry man in burgundy uniform, with a golden tie. He had rugged, curly chestnut hair falling in a dishevelled mess at his shoulders, and a long jagged scar under his left eye. Matching his namesake, he had, under his coat, a number of glass bottles, and several flasks of oil, and some rags. Enough supplies to have a fair amount of molotov cocktails, actually. But, he didn't plan on using any. Wolfgang liked him, trusted him. That was why he tagged along with the man when he was away from Gelemort.
"Ay Molo, ent this place a lil crap tonna Gele, you reckons? HaHAAA! Gotta love the fresh ice and snow 'ere! Looks'a'me like Vodka-Land on crack, so white en cold!" Despite the strange analogy of North City and an impaired Drachma, Molotov grinned. In Gelemortian, he replied:

"Well sir, gotta admit, it IS nice here. Hard on the feet, but real beautiful, ay. Like a whole bunch 'o' ice cream, t'know?" He let out a little chuckle as the regally crude man that ruled his nation spun around in a circle, cackling to himself in the snow, as unlike a nearly forty-years old man should act. The soldier couldn't help but grin and laugh even more as Wolfgang collapsed in the snow to make a snow angel. Helping his leader to his feet, the two carried on with their trek.

However, a few steps into said trek, Wolfgang happened to hear someone behind him, and whipped around, flashing out Alpha and Beta on instinct, as Molotov held an unlit object of his namesake in readied position. "Oy! Whose it out there, whatchu thinkin about you gon tryin take me on, yah punk? Come outcha hidin spot witcha hands up, soes I see yah ain't gots no weapon! I got diplo-matical im-munty, ain't fraida shoot you if'n I feels like you gon shoot me in the face!" Well, well, well... Who would it be that was stalking Mr. Murinyo today?

[Guest]

"Eeeeeeeeh?!" Came a shout from the bushes and out popped a blond boy holding his hands to the sky. "Wait, wait don't shoot! I'm not trying to take you on, I swear!" Sky blue eyes darted to the pair of guns and an innocent frown fell over his pale lips. Awh man he wasn't planning on getting into trouble. It was just that Sal hadn't had any plans for them in a while and the stark man was getting rather bored sitting alone in the pirate ship daydreaming about adventures that never came. He sighed. "My arm are getting tireedd...can I lower them already? I'm clearly unarmed! I..." He lowered his head, wondering somewhere midst the rainbows and butterflies if he should actually say this next part. Having a full head of confidence, however, Celes chose not to hold back in the slightest. That was just the kind of man he had turned into. Since his brother's revival and after his recovery, something slammed into the blond alchemist. Maybe... he could be happy, and not just happy, but truly happy. The kind of happy in fairy tales! Yet all that he seemed to be lately was completely and utterly bored. It really sucked. Aren wasn't around much (probably giving him space after the episode in which he lost his arm and performed forbidden alchemy--you know that whole spiel) and Karis was always so busy with his shop. Celes didn't know what to do with himself other than wander around and seek any form of entertainment. He carefully shifted his hand over to adjust his jewel-covered eye patch; it was itching.

"I saw you making a snow angel in the snow and thought it looked fun," he smiled, bowing his head regally. "I go by the name Celesto S. Krow. I am of many trades, but killing an innocent man is not one of them." His blue eyes grew darker when he mentioned the word 'killing,' eluding to the fact that he was indeed familiar with the act. He specialized in bombs and terrorism after all. He had his evil moments...he was a pirate and did what the captain told him, but he still held the ability to reject. Sal was a homunculus after all and tended to forget the human sides of things...sometimes. Celes made a struggled expression, feeling a tingling in his hands. They were falling asleep!! Iiiiiiiyyaaa make it stop~~

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Wolfgang stood, guns deadlocked on Celesto for a few minutes, glancing casually at Molotov, who nodded, placing the oil-filled bottle back in his coat innards, as Alpha and Beta were placed gently at his side holsters. And a grin flashed on the Gelemortian ruler's face as he laughed. "Was'at'all? Just want to makes youse some snow angels then, eh? Ah, I can't hate. Gotta love the snow, eh bredah? HaHAA~ And go ahead, man, drop yah hands, I ain't gon shoot yah now I know you cool." And Wolfgang walked over to Celesto, still grinning that rugged grin of his, and likely to Celesto's surprise, enveloped him in a great big bear hug, before stepping back, and holding out his hand. "Name's Wolfgang Murinyo! Butcha can calls me Wolf, if yah wanna. This here's my main man, Private Molotov, bawssest man in the whole Gele-mortian mili, sidesin meself now. So, Celesto, eh? Nice name yah got there, I ent never heard no nobody sayin it afore. Soes, you look to be a intellectu-al, right? Mind showin me some'o'the city, then, eh, huh, wouldya-couldya? Hehe, hadn't been in Mestris for a good ten, twenty years!~ "

[Guest]

Celes lowered his hands with a sheepish grin, listening to what the strange man said and feeling it rub him in a weird way. It was like trying to put the tea cup down after a sip of goodness, but having the handle stick to your hand from where you dripped honey by accident. Something that ruined the good taste. And that something... was the fact that Celesto couldn't exactly understand what this guy was saying. Even as the man resembled a bear in his massive hug of manliness, Celes stood there slightly dumbfounded, blinking and feeling his head slowly tilt to the side like a puppy that totally did not understand the word 'sit'.

Puhaah~ Celes an intellectual? He covered his mouth with a hand and chuckled softly. It was laughable, but he wouldn't exactly say he was stupid. He could design bombs, learn languages quickly, and figure out alchemy. Maybe all alchemists were intellectuals...? If that was the case, then maybe he could accept that title, but...right now, he was so lost. Nod and smile...nod and smile. "Waiii~~ you compliment me so much Wolfy~" He grinned without needing to force it and twirled closer to the man with a light shining wistfully through orbs of sky. "You asked to show you the city, hhhaihai? I can do that, but I'm not much of a tour guide, hehe." He flew towards the other man beside Wolfy and poked him gently in the chin, not hiding the intrigue from his Drachman eyes. "You haven't introduced yourself, Mr. Man, or did Wolfy say your name was Gelemortian?" He shot an apologetic look at Wolfy and took a few step forward into the snow. Today Celes was wearing all white and no blue at all. His boots were white and had fluffy rabbit fur pom-poms. They were warm like his loose, knitted sweater that nearly fell off his thin shoulders. And he couldn't forget the thick white jeans he had found in the back of his drawer due to being lazy with doing laundry. They were ripped at the knees from too much playing with the children, but they were also warm. He blended in so well~ "Molotov? So many foreign words, I'm afraid I don't quite understand~ Shall we start walking though? I'll show you the pirate ship first! I don't know if anyone will be home, but it's an oldoldoldold ship that's been there forever!" He was smiling like a child that had just discovered the existence of chocolate.

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Wolfy grinned and clapped his hands together. "A'ight then, 's'settled, Lesto! Haha~ 'S'good enough for me, tour guides is always fulled up with crap anyways! Averge Joe to show me roun' is a'ight!" Obviously, Celesto would be still clueless, for few spoke the language of Wolfgang Murinyo. No, not Gelemortian, nor Cerisian. But Wolf-Speak. NOT TALKING TO WOLVES, of course, but his very speech pattern was almost a language in itself. Quite difficult to decipher, actually. Anyways, he gave a rather rugged grin to Celesto, and let loose quite the cackle when the blonde man poked Molotov in the chin, the brown haired Private doing nothing but smile at Celesto. "Hello Celesto, my name is Molotov. Nice to meetchu. And just so you know, if you can't understand Wolfgang, just tell me, I'll translate for you. Hehe, it can be tough figuring out everything he says, sometimes, don'tcha know?" Wolfgang walked up to Molotov and playfully poked him in the head. "I'm talkin normal 'nough, Private, cain'tcha tell? Don't even get where the bullcrap people gettin I talk funny froms, you know what I mean, huh? Antywaysin, then, you says a Pirate Ship, eh? Okay, alright, sounds good. Lead onward then, me bredah! HaHAA~"

[Guest]

...L-Lesto? It sounded like a nickname for a molester. That, too, didn't exactly settle well with the adverse alchemist. Celes shot the guy a complex look that pretty much related what he was feeling pertaining to the matter. There was no use in hiding how he felt about that nickname. It gave him goosebumps--it sent shivers down his spine and pretty much made him believe that he was was molester when he wasn't. He loved children, but... JUST NO. Sweating, he tangled a hand in the back of his blond hair. "Hyah~ my friends usually call me Celes so..." He trailed off, thinking, trying to come up with whether he should finish his sentence or not. Smiling brightly, he came up with a wondrous solution. "we should be friends too, na Wolfy~?" Then it hit him like a sack of hay--no a brick! Wah! What Wolfy had actually said. It wasn't like he had just said 'Lesto' and that was the end of it. No, he had said... tour guides were full of crap? And then other stuff. Hm. Okay. He lowered his hand and continued forward at a slightly fast pace.

Had he...just found someone crazier than he?!

This would be fun. Oh, this would be fun. The faster he got to the pirate ship, the more time he would have to torment his fellow members. The blond rubbed his hands together, mewing like a kitten covered in catnip. His head jerked to the side at the sound of the strange not-Wolfy voice. Oh, that's right. He had almost forgotten about the Gelemor...whatever guy. Wait, his name was Molotov? Oohh. Celesto spun around and waved both hands with a silly grin on his face. "Nice to meetchu too, Tovvy~" Meetchu was like meeting and kisses combined. Chuuu in aerugese was the sound a kiss makes! It was so exciting!! Someone else who made up words?! What fun people with fun accents~ "Nya, Tovvy, but that takes away the fun, ne?" He turned back around, swinging his arms as if it would help him walk faster.

He continued to flap his mouth as they walked, telling them everything about the history of the ship and how they moved in and the names of all the members and how long they had been there and how one time Sal ate Celes eye patch and how "I use alchemy to power the ship~ fufu~ like electricity. It's shiny." Some people hated alchemy. A lot of people hated people like Celes. A lot. And...he touched his automail arm with a dangerous smirk, an eerie light glowing from deep within his eyes...this was a test. How would he react? Before Celes allowed him to meet Sal--to meet anyone he cared about for that matter, he had to see how this man really felt. He stopped walking just before the bend where it came into view and turned his single eye to stare intently.

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Wolfy grinned a toothy grin befitting of a man of his erm... Personality. "A'ight, a'ight. Soes you like Ce-les better than Lesto, eh? A'ight, I can dig it. Cool." As Celesto then suggested the two of them be friends, Wolfy let out a cackle. "Friends, eh? HaHAA~ Oh yeah, we gon be friends. I can tells it now. We gon be tighter'n a stripper's panties, man! Y'know, friends tight, not tight like a striipper's panties or nuthin. That's DISTURBING and WEIRD and WRONG. Though I would like to BE a pair of stripper's panties, if'n you catch me drift, haHAA!~" Molotov at this time facepalmed, and nearly fell down burying a silent laugh. Oh wow,his leader was psychotic.Even then, Wolfgang was cackling like a maniac! He watched then as Celes waved his hands around and grinned, to which he had to grin to as well.

Moving onbward in time, the nearer they reached the Ship, the more they knew about Celes and the ship. So Celes was an alchemist, eh? "AhhaHAA~ You never told me you was a aclemist, now didja, Celes, eh? Y'know I always found aclemy to be'in purty fas-cee-natering meself, y'know? Got better things'a do then LEARN aclemy, but ey, if I had time, seems cool. Plus ESPARIA bans aclemy, the FOOLS they are! Personally, Vasco needs to be eaten by raving hounds. GELEMORTIAN HOUNDS!" Of course, Wolfgang had gone off on a rant now about his hatred of Esparia. No matter, for he was returned to the mortal realm when Celes apparently did something and turned to look at them, with glowing eyes... What was he doing?

[Guest]

Ah, so he put two and two together ne?! Celes grinned like an idiot and flexed his fingers. No, and he didn't need transmutation circles to do it either. A light smirk traced over the smile, turning it a bit darker as strips of blond hair veiled it from sight. He started walked again, waving his arms out like he was flying. He left zigzag footprints in the snow behind him and wondered briefly if Wolfy would take him up on the literal following bit. It would be funny, so he glanced back briefly before looping around the curve into the view of the pirate ship in all its snow-covered majesty. The bombs that went off through the whole country hadn't touched it and mainly hadn't destroyed much of North City. By much, Celes meant that nearly all of it was leveled. The nearly part made a huge difference between Central City and North City. He was rather thankful that even bombs froze in freezing temperatures. He gave a shiver and crossed his arms. He really wasn't meant for the cold himself. He usually got dizzy and all that fun stuff in this weather. Annnnnnnd the sun wasn't even out today. He really needed to grab a blanket and some hot coco before he really lost his equilibrium. Celes was aware of his Drachman origins, however, being raised in Lior proved to eradicate any tolerance for cold weather from his genetics. Boo.

He stopped short in front of the door and shot Wolfy a sheepish grin. "pihsunsto etaripunsto eht ot emoclewunsto!" He opened the door with a slight creak and dove inside. Who...exactly would be home, he wondered. "Tadaiiimaaaaaaa~"

[OPEN TO THE REST OF THE PIRATES NOW]

[Sec Invidia]

Ah what a wonderful day today. Sec had enjoyed a whole day to himself at the ship, and he was in his room laying back on his bed. For once he was in ACTUAL casual clothing, or at least his suit wasnt his usual suit. This suit was just the pants and undershirt of a suit, no coat, socks, shoes, and he was wearing his Friday tie, which was as casual as it got. In front of the tie, on a golden chain was the Invidia crest on his medallion. His hair had FINALLY reverted to a sort of dark golden blonde, which looked better than black on blonde roots. Anyways, he was chilling in his room when the knock came on the entrance to the ship. Sec sat up and walked to the door. As it was opened, he saw Celesto first, speaking some unintelligible garble. "Truth, give me patience... I have a feeling Celes is on a phase again... Hello Celes. How are you doing on this day? Well, I expect from your nonsensical speaking?" Sec then looked past Celes and saw a VERY familiar face, to which his eyes widened slightly. As Celes entered, a grinning face with dishevelled, graying, black hair entered and enveloped Sec in a bear hug.

"Ah, Mr. Murinyo. Good to see you again! I haven't seen you since my grandfather died. How has life treated you?"

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Wolfgang watched as Celesto began doing such random arm movings and walking in a zigzag line. It looked kind of fun... So Wolfy did it too! Molotov, all the while laughed again, as only his leader could coherce from him such laughter. Wolfy walked with Celes all the way to the ship and they knocked on the door. Then Celes turned to him and said some rather strange words that Wolfy didn't quite understand at first. He then deciphered it, and grinned. So he said everything backwards and added unsto after the words, eh? HaHAA, that seems like an excellent secret language! "Suinegunsto a eb, ris uoy! Otsnucabunsto ti llacunsto s'telunsto!" He beamed at Celesto as Molotov shook his head, confused by the oddness of such a language. Then the door opened.

Wplfgang's first thought was, "That is a very tall doorman. I wonder where he buys his hats?" His second thought was, "Oy! I knows youse,! Nasci! Man, long time no see, mah boy, long time, no see!" He walked forward to hug Sec, who did NOT attack him. Only because of who Wolfy was, though. "Las time I seens you, you was a bouncer at that night club o'er there in Central! Haha, Celes, you di'nt never say you knowed Nasci!~"

[Marcelina H. de León]

Step... thrust! Twist and parry! Lunge! Sidestep, thrust! Cut, cut, parry, step!

The young woman smiled to herself as she made her way down the hallway of the pirate ship. Sword practice really was one of her favorite parts of the day. Her small hands were encased in her black leather gloves, her hair in a long braid down her back. A dark violet vest covered her white shirt, which was rolled up at the elbows. She had chosen her long breeches today, wearing her stocky boots that went to her knee. Parlay in one hand, one of her long daggers in the other, she continued in her steps. She moved fluidly, often rocking as she made her way down the hall towards the large hole that opened to the main deck. As she did a dramatic lunge, she heard voices below. With a grin, she came to the hole, seeing Sec and Celes and... strangers? Well, perhaps strange but not strangers as Sec hugged the larger man.

With a chuckle, Marcelina stuck her dagger into her belt. She quickly gauged the distance of the hole from the floor. She also noticed that there was a rope hanging down from the chandelier further above her. Ah, that was oddly convenient!

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!” With a excited scream she took a few running steps and flung herself into the emptiness of the hole. Reaching out with her left hand she grabbed onto the rope, wrapping her legs around it. She slid down keeping her sword pointed out, arm fully extended as is expected in the Destreza form. As she got closer to the floor she released herself from the rope, landing lightly on her feet a few steps away. With a roguish wink to Celes and Sec, she whipped out her dagger, beginning her steps anew as she spoke.

"Ahoy, mates. What have we here?” Step, cut. Parry, sidestep, lunge!

[Guest]

It had been an overall rather quiet morning upon the Ol' Miss, Rebecca doing her normal rounds before heading off to the flotilla that was her den of technology. She kept meaning to update things upon the old vessel, but well... They liked her the way she was, and it wasn't like she was going to go against the wishes of all. It had been a topic brought up in passing anyways.

But in any case! Per normal, she had her face buried in a data-pad (think iPad) that she had designed herself, checking over the news oddly enough. No data mining for her right now, Edi was doing that on her own. No, she was merely amongst the crew to drop off her latest information reports for Captain Sal, and well.. hang out. She realized she didn't really hang around those that were her crew mates. That should be changed this day! Edi would demand it anyway, tell her she wasn't getting enough sunlight or something. Bloody AI. Why had she made her again? Oh yeah... She was pretty much her partner in all that she did. It was like having a sister it was. Not that she honestly minded in the long run. Her social skills weren't always stellar anyways. Some stereotypes were somewhat true for better or for ill.

Voices were coming from the main room, blinking as she looked up from the words scrolling across her screen. Oh my. Celesto, Sec, Marcelina and... An eyebrow raised as she stared at the two newcomers upon their vessel. One she recognized pretty instantly, she had seen the various files upon him. Roi` de Royaume de Gelemort, Wolfgang Morpheus Murinyo II. King of Gelemort. A man with a criminal record as well. Much on him. Her gaze had shifted to the floor as they sort of glazed over, every file she had ever read on him popping up in her mind. It was like a data scan to be honest, the other crew members voices distant as she just stood there thinking. Data analysis, complete. Rebooting.... Blinking twice, Rebecca walked over to the rest, keeping a good distance as Marcelina was practicing her fighting abilities. Always good to keep them sharp.

"Oi, jus' be careful ya dun poke someones eye out, roigh'?" She murmured, placing a hand on her hip as the other holding her data pad hung at her side. "So wot brings the King of Gelemort to our doorstep, hm? Tis an honor to 'ave you aboard, make no mistake a' tha'. Welcome." She bowed her head respectfully to the king and his man, remaining where she was at the outskirts of their little party so to speak.

[Guest]

{BUMP}

[Reila Tsukino]

Since Jay is on hiatus, We're ditching this thread. I'm going to assume in here that Celes learns that he's Half Gelemortian and Cersian. ^_^;

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