Fantasy RP The Tale of the Shadow (Kkjib)

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra blinks once and tilts his head, "It's fine. I'm not used to people right now. I've been alone for some time." He crosses his arms defensively, his lips pressed into a thin line as he shifts his weight slightly.

"Don't worry about it, just don't touch me and we're golden." He smiles slightly, his gaze still focused straight ahead.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata nods his head softly. "Alright I guess... I'm still sorry though, I'm usually a playful touchy kind of guy." He laughs softly before it trails off.

"You do know my eyes are up here right? It feels kind of weird when you're not looking at me while we talk." He crosses his arms with a soft huff, slightly confused at the odd behavior.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra smirks slightly, "Maybe once I get to know you, I'll start throwing you around. But for now, touching is off limits."

He blinks and lifts his gaze slightly, "Sorry. I couldn't tell."

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata laughs joyfully. "Don't worry about it, you were probably just keeping that intimidating aura hm?" He comments.

"And hey if you were a captain I think you'd be pretty damn good at it." He finishes with a small hum, his hands placed at his hips. He looked down at the slightly shorter man with a smile.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra tilts his head before bursting into laughter, "You think-- You think--" He wheezes, pressing his hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

"You think I'm trying to be intimidating?" He Snickers and shakes his head, walking forward whiler tracing his fingers along the wall and slipping past Zukata. "Damn-"

He starts to walk towards where he normally recoiled the rope and yelps in a surprised shout of pain. As he slams directly into an unexpected barrel. "Okay, who the fuck moved this barrel here?!" He knew for a fact that this barrel didn't belong here. Despite its being a ghost ship, the ship still needed to supply Azra with food and water, and well, it did that by going to port every nine months, somehow obtaining the materials.

Though, those things were kept below deck, as all troublesome objects were. The only thing that should be above deck was the ropes, and maybe one or two crates of repair kits.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata busted out laughing when Azra ran into the barrel placing a hand on the wall next to him to hold himself up.

Turns out one of the surviving crew members from Zukata's crew had brought it up to make some slight rearrangement bellow deck to make it more organized and uniform.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra winces, and turns, "Who." He snarls, fingers curling around the top of the barrel.

"Before this was your home, it was mine. Do not make any changes without asking me."

He turns to face Zukata, strides towards the sound of his laughter, "Keep your crew in check. Or I'll do it for you." He stalks back into his cabin, slamming the door.

He lifts his shirt, looking at a small bruise that was slightly forming on his hip. "Damnit. . ."

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata eventually calmed his laughter as he watched Azra storm off.

That was right. Azra was there before any of them. It was only right for them to confirm things with him and probably the ship too.

With a soft sigh Zukata looks at the crew and shrugs. "You heard the man, got to run it by him first." He says before slowly following the man, wanting to make sure he was ok and there wasn't any major damage.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra sighs, fingers prodding around his hip to find the bruise. He hisses as he adds pressure to the spot and drops his hand. Fucking blind problems. . .

He leans against the wall, blowing out an even breath.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata peaked his head in this time with out knocking and looked in to see Azra leaning against the wall.

"Uh...Azra.." He mumbles as he steps into the room. "That's actually kind of concerning, do you see that? It looks bad." He comments, his voice quite suddenly for the other man.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra practically jumps out of his skin, his boot making sharp contact with the door and kicking it, his sword drawn and pointed at the other man. "Gods-!"

 

[Kkjib]

"Ah!" Zukata yelp out loudly and slightly high pitched as he jumped back and away from the tip of the sword. "I thought you saw me..." He comments softly.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra lowers the blade, growling softly, "There you go again, making your assumptions. I'm blind, you idiot. I guess I was being to nice to assume you would pick up on that after I ran into the damn barrel."

He slides the sword into its sheath at his hip and turns, stalking to his chair and sitting down.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata is stuck in place.

Was he really that blind that he didn't see Azra couldn't see? (Pun intended)

"Oh....oh.. I-I'm so sorry." He mumbles softly as he softly scratches his cheek. "I didn't notice."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra snorts, "I could tell." He says dryly, picking up a pen from his desk.

He blinks and lifts his eyes towards Zukata. "How is someone like you a captain. No offense, but you don't seem like captain material."

 

[Kkjib]

"I am!" Zukata huffs a small whine before he sighs and crosses his arms.

He then begins to step closer his voice a little more serious. "But... I'm like this for a reason you know. My crew, they were mostly comprised of outcasts. People society has shunned." He starts.

"I've always just treated them like people, I mean yeah sure I don't really notice the small detail like that but when I do I'll accommodate. I'm just used to treating people like people, no matter who or what they are." Zukata says as he walks to the left of Azra and lays a hand on the desk. "And again... I'm sorry for not noticing."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra shrugs, "Still." He leans back, closing his eyes, twisting a ring around his finger.

"Look. I don't care what you or your crew does on this ship. Just don't move things without telling me."

He tilts his head, "You will be unable to leave the ship, even the few times it goes to port. Eventually, you'll with the ship had killed you. This is a half life."

 

[Kkjib]

"Don't worry I told them they'll have to run it by their captain before anything." Zukata hums playfully.

He then looks back at the doors. "I honestly only worry about the ones out there... I already have a curse thats eating away at me anyways." He comments under his breath.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra shrugs, "They'll be fine. It probably won't be anything too bad. Maybe." He stretches.

"The ship takes something you value most. I loved seeing the ocean, and now, well. . ." He looks lost for a moment, "I can barely even remember what it looks like most days."

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata looks down at Azra. He wants to reach out and place a comforting hand down of the man's shoulder but Azra said no touching so he won't.

"That's a shame... I.. I honestly don't know what I love most, there's a lot of things that I love but most?" He mumbles like he was asking himself.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra sighs and stands, "Just stay out of my way." He whispers, waving his hand towards the door. He uses his other to rub his face, looking world weary for a moment before his face goes blank again.

 

[Kkjib]

"Alright.." Zukata awnsers as he starts to walk to the doors. "But don't forget you're not alone anymore... we're here if you need us. Captain~" He says playful before he walks out abruptly closing the doors softly behind him.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra's grip tightens on the desk. He didn't deserve to be anyone's captain. Not after what he had done, not after leading his crew to their deaths. He could feel the sting of tears, "You damn ship. . ." He hisses, nails digging into the wood.

(I'm gonna change the tattoo that I said was the family crest, I'm going to change it to his crew's crest)

 

[Kkjib]

(K)

Zukata one he was outside of the cabin sighed. He knew he wasn't good as noticing the small details on someone but one thing he did know was how to read the room. Now that room screamed guilt and shame.

He wanted to help but is Azra doesn't let him on he can't so he'll have to wait until the other man is ready.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra spends the rest of the day, then night in his cabin, wallowing in his own self-pity and misery. It isn't until dawn the next day he drags himself from the cabin, strips off his shirt and moves across the deck and sits on a crate.

After a long moment, he leans forward and grabs a rope, flicking it free of its coil before starting to coil it again. He didn't care if the previous coil had been perfect, he did this every morning with a religious zeel, helping to stave off idleness and boredom.

 

[Kkjib]

Then there was a soft and light knock on the wood next to him gently announcing the presence of a different body.

"Hey... it's Zukata, do you mind if I join?" He asks, his voice a little softer than it was yesterday.

Zukata was usually alway awake by this point because he always likes to stand on the bow of the ship and watch the sun rise. When his internal clock woke him up this morning he was slightly surprised to see Azra but it made sense for the man to be awake as it was likely routine.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra doesn't lifts his head, "I guess. You do realize, I can hear your footsteps, right?" He runs his fingers along the rope, making sure it was still woven together and then makes another coil, repeating the action over and over.

 

[Kkjib]

"Just making sure. I startled you how many times yesterday?" Zukata retorts as he reaches to a different rope and pulls on it then wrap it.

The ropes felt weathered but it likely wasn't going to break any time soon. Zukata slightly grimaced at the weird feeling but he pushed that feeling down.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra stays silent, "I haven't gotten to that rope yet. Don't mess my system up." He pauses on a tear, and frowns, "Did you guys use knives against the ropes?" He sighs, pulling a knife from his boot, twirling it before sawing the rest of the way through the ropes.

"It's understandable. But materials are short on the ship."

He takes the end of the coiled section and fiddles with it, securing the ends so it wouldn't unravel. He does the same with the other section and then stands. "These need to go down with the other rope scraps." He stretches, lifting his arms over his head.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata couldn't help but watch him, he was probably doing this for a long time so it was easy for him but it simply looked so cool.

"You're so cool, do you know that?" He asks bluntly as he follows what Azra told him to do, grabbing the scraps that fell.