Isaure settled onto the bed as the ship began shaking and creaking. This wasn't really much new to her.
What was, was the tiny headache she felt as the drives started drawing in mana from the surrounding environment. Including her.
"...ow. Could be worse. Hey, Yol, don't suppose you've got something for seasickness?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Simon pressed a hand against a wall and closed his eyes, gripping his rosary tight. "Don't mention it," he said, before muttering to himself, "Death and Mana seek us out. Preserve myself and my companion..." After a moment, a warm, pale light shines on both him and Cassie, just as the ship warms up. He feels a little dizzy as the ship takes some of his mana, but not as much as he would without the ward.
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Daphne, on the other hand, did not take a liking to headaches at all, even regular headaches or hangovers, and have to lie down on side, holding her temple and laying down on her side, trying her hardest to subside the pain in her brain.
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)"Nah, I'm fine," Daphne reassured as much as she can through her clench teeth. "I just hate having headaches."
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)Marcus let out a low groan as his magic drained away. He hadn't been lying when he said he hadn't wanted to miss the launch, the mana drains were killer but there was no feeling like the power gathering and flowing back into him. "That'll have to wait." He muttered, shouldering his pack and setting off to find a bunk.
-dramatic music ensues-After a moment, two large crates came into the room, one marked "S. Abel," and the other "C. Simmons." As the forklift-bot drops them, it extends a clipboard and pen to Simon. After a moment's confusion, he gets the idea that he needs to sign for these crates, and after doing so, leaves a tip on the clipboard out of habit. The forklift makes the closest gesture it can to rolling its eyes before whirring to its other duties.
"I dont mind sleeping on the top bunk", she replied. Cassie moves to one of the desk, she begin neatly lining up several books. A couple of the books are in different languages. After she done with placing the books she moves to order random tools and cleaning kits.
They can't for the life of them understand why nobody liked being ruled by a group of manic depressive demigods - 4chanIf it wasn't for the tight restraints Zirconus had put about himself, he would have collapsed to the floor of the ship when the engines turned on. This sudden lack of ambient magical energy hitting him far harder then the other magically inclined members of the crew given his use of it for sustenance. Instead the crystalline being shuddered and groaned within his restraints for a few seconds before managing to work through the sudden change in conditions. His eye dimmed and flickered as he slowly began working the seat restraints off. He hadn't anticipated this aspect of lift off.
Click Click Boom BoomYes, the patchwork man had made it onboard. However, like with Zirconius, he had been hit hard by the sudden loss of ambient magic. Being animated solely by magic, he had passed out, and when he came to, he found himself being pecked at by his feathered companion.
"Ow! Fritz, I'm awake," the man said, sitting up as he rubbed his now sore forehead. "I can't have been out that long—"
"Victor, you were unconscious for a full minute and a half before I started pecking," Fritz said, flying up and landing on his friend's shoulder. "I was worried you had suffered adverse effects from the engine."
"Takes more than that to keep me down," the patchwork man said jokingly as he attempted to reach for the staff. However, the grin on his face vanished as his fingers failed to make contact with it. "Hey, where did the staff—"
"It's about a foot to the left," Fritz said.
"Thanks, Fritz," Victor said as he finally grabbed it and got up. "Now, remember, you need to keep quiet. The last thing we need is to have people find out about the... you know. You remember the code?"
Fritz responded by cawing twice.
"Great," Victor said. Tapping the staff in front of him, Victor carefully made his way towards one of the rooms.
Don't really have a room in mind, sorry...
Holly removes her pouch from her belt and spreads its contents on her bed, "A good mystery is always entertaining. I'm partial to the pulp angel tales, they're hilarious. I've even found a few that were written about me. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about those, to be honest."
Sleep? Sleep?! Sleep is for the weak!Simon's eyes widen and his pupils dilate as he realizes that there is no longer atmosphere outside the ship. In hindsight, the time between the engines starting and the ship taking off made sense, but that doesn't change the fact that he's no longer standing on anything connected to solid ground. He slowly slinks into his bunk and tries not to panic.
"Oh, nice!" Roar looked out the window. "Thought vertical takeoff would be a lot nastier, but given all the strapping in I think everyone did." He was about to undo his shoulder rig and hang it up, but thought better of it. No sense being unprepared.
"What kinds of stories, if you don't mind me asking?" Roar asked. "The angel thing, the fact that angel is as much your job as your race, kinda draws you towards pulp writers, much as you'd probably prefer otherwise."

And with that Nova final got to work on the controls of the ship, with a small hum the engines began to draw mana from there core, and the surrounding environment a process that would give nearby mages a small headache.
The metal of the ship began to creek a bit as slowly but steadily the hull began to lift of the ground, true to the helmswomans word, very little inertia felt inside the hull, although the ship did shake a bit due to the primitive construction of the hull.