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Ponderings of the Icarus

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Lord Dick Tim:
"Then wait for the sun to rise in the west, the Cloud Whaler sets sail by nightfall" said the ghost, rising from his bench while leaning heavily on the cain, gingerly setting weight to his leg while circulation restored itself to the lowest extremities.

"Thank you kindly for the dog," he said, while fishing into his storm coat for a few copper pences to toss onto the table.  With another draw of the cigar he set himself into a lumbering gate towards the door, pausing only to cast a wary eye on the female before raising the cigar in his hand to the dog-eater as a form of salute.
The last thought in his mind before he departed, she must be a black hearted bitch to keep a cut throat like him on her deck while she sleeps at night.

Charon:
Returning the man's gesture, he couldn't help but marvel once again at the unspoken brotherhood of most veteran airship members. Whether you cranked the bolts, steered the vessel or sent rounds downrange, there was always a commonality: The distance to the ground, and an unwavering will to avoid traversing that distance. Wherever that old bastard was headed off to, there was bound to be an interesting conversation or two, that much at least could be said.

Before he hit the door, he spoke.

"Give us a yell if you find your back to the wall."

Shukketsushi's words echoed in his mind for a brief moment. Making friends? Maybe not. Too much of a title for ale and a cigar. Making a human connection with another tired human being? That's something else altogether.

Shukketsushi:
The tavern keep was prompt with the tankard and Shukketsushi was just as quick to take a swig. She settled onto the seat, lifting her gaze to follow the old man's departure. It seemed to her that everyone had settled into a contemplative demeanor; talking in hushed tones about the ever present threat of scavengers. It was a tired subject that she'd heard too much wind blown about.

Leaning in Charon's direction, she aimed to gain his attention by finding a small gap in his armor, giving him a solid poke with her index finger. "I'll not have you complaining about the guns this time. I promise you that they'll work the same as they did the day that their scrap metal was welded together. It'll be a beautiful thing, as long as everyone holds their drink," with this she lifted her large mug again. She'd need a refill before long though she was in no rush. The weeks ahead would be trying.

Lehran:
"The Icarus, you say? Heh, I watched this world for 1,000 years. Never had I seen a more noble sacrifice to mankind."
Attention turns to the back of the room. All eyes gaze on a figure in the shadows, a man with red eyes and surprisingly middle aged appearance.
Was he even a human? No one remains who knows but him, that much is certain.

"Unfortunately, his despair led him to premature action. The burning of Tura was too much for him to bear."

*He throws a book to Skylar*

"That is what I found in the wreckage, his memories recorded in this book. Wanting an end to what is. That is a feeling I know well."

Charon:
(OOC: Thread ruined.)

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