NaNoWriMo - Chapter tres part 2
here's part 2! it's considerably shorter than part 1 D:
Iryce discovered that the boy was silent. He did not talk, he did not make noise, he did not do anything that would bring attention to him. He just walked, and only the gold trim of his black clothes could be seen. That and his gold eyes whenever he actually turned to look at Iryce, but that was only on a rare occasion.
Thank whatever God was out there.
The walk wasn't long; they were at a house very similar to the one they were just at.
The boy knocked once before inviting himself in.
“Mia!” he shouted, shutting the door as soon as Iryce walked in.
At first, there was no noise; then a pattering of feet entering the room ensued by the presence of a girl entering. Her blonde hair was all ruffled and messy, and her body was wrapped up in a robe.
“Aven? What are you doing here?”
“I need you to make him some clothes.” His voice was monotone, and the only motion he bothered making over to Iryce was a swift movement of the head.
“Can it not wait till morning?”
“Keider's orders.”
The girl made a small 'o' shape with her mouth. She wrapped the robe around her tighter; her fingers running along the fabric of it.
“Well, come on, I'll have to get you sized then.”
Iryce had never heard someone refer to Captain as anything other than Captain. For all Iryce had known, Captain was actually Captain's name. He'd actually met some people that knew someone outside of the pirate ship.
It showed that Captain had a life once too; he didn't seem to miss it too much.
“Sorry if this takes a while; I don't have a fancy machine to do my work like rich folk do. I hope you don't mind waiting a little longer.”
“I'm not rich.”
“Good, then you won't mind a little time.” Mia pulled out a measuring tape, “What does he want?”
The way she said the word 'he' made it sound like Captain was from the pits of hell.
“It's Keider; you don't have to get to creative.”
“Jack ass; he never did give any specifications on anything.” She jotted down some notes as she measured Iryce; Iryce glanced over at them, he couldn't read anything she was writing.
Aven didn't respond; his gaze intent on the ground below him.
“Why is he in town anyways?”
“I didn't ask questions, neither should you.”
The conversation was dead, and no one tried to revive it.
---
He slid his new shirt over his head. It was still rather thin, and wouldn't be much warmer than the last, but at least Mia had been considerate and made a jacket for him. Aven had said that clothes didn't last long anyways, Keider would probably have him made a new set in the next city he went to.
Keider had connections everywhere; Keider knew everything; that was what Mia said anyways.
Aven had just snorted; he didn't seem to think to highly of Keider.
It still felt funny hearing him called anything but Captain.
“How does everything fit?” Mia asked as soon as Iryce stepped out from the room he had been dressing in. She'd made him all she could before sunrise; that was their deadline. She said if she knew we'd be coming, she would've had everything ready. A lot of time was 'wasted' on just getting materials together.
The shirt was kind of baggy underneath the tight-fitting jacket, but overall it was still comfortable. She'd made a pair of shorts that tightly fit round his knee.
She said whenever he actually got boots, the tight fitting ends would tuck into the boot easier. Iryce liked that she was considerate; a pretty considerate girl... and he had to leave.
Lucky him.
“It's great. Thank you.” He turned around slowly so that she could examine her work a little closer. She looked rather pleased.
Aven looked bored. “We have to be gone before the sun rises.” His voice hadn't changed from earlier; it still was monotone and emotionless.
Mia had waved goodbye to them from her doorway; the rising sun barely making her visible.
People were starting to wake up; you could hear them rustling inside their homes. One house had the sound of a baby crying inside. Some of them had little children squealing in delight, and other's just had the sounds of pots and pans banging inside the kitchen.
It was so alive.
“Where are we?” He immediately regretted asking the question, because Aven's dead gold eyes were something Iryce hated looking at. They were looking at him with some sort of confusion; it was the closest thing Iryce had seen to emotion yet.
“You don't know where you are?”
“No...”
Iryce hated not knowing anything; he hated even more the fact that he was constantly with someone who did, or at least someone that knew more than him.
“Nora ad Gagu.”
“What?”
“Means City of God.”
“Oh.”
Even when the city was waking up, Aven was still dead to the world.
---
Nora ad Gagu was supposedly one of the biggest cities on the planet. If not that, it was the most spiritual. The Church was the center of all religion. Aven's dad was one of the head priests there.
There were twelve head priests total; one for every region of Tyat.
It seemed that Iryce was learning a lot of new things lately, like the fact that the name of their planet was Tyat, and that it had twelve regions.
His knowledge had been limited to that of the area he lived in, and some small towns around it. He had guessed that there were places apart from where he was, because of the airships that landed at the docking plane, but he had never actually seen any of them.
He felt as if he was expected to learn so much so fast.
“Why are you back?” Iryce snapped back into reality at the sound of Aven's voice talking to Captain.
It looked like Captain had just woken up.
“Had to make sure you were still around in case I have to come back later.”
In case, meaning he would be coming back.
“Why would you need to come back?”
“I have my reasons.”
Iryce watched as Captain pulled up his brown boots. Captain yawned, “I'll be seeing you soon.”
“Don't make a habit of it.”
“Well, goodbye Sunshine.”
The last thing Iryce saw of Aven was his middle finger sticking out at Captain as they left.
Captain always smiled.
Maybe now would be a good time to ask.
“Is your name... Keider?”
Iryce decided that asking questions was a stupid stupid stupid thing, and he really needed to stop doing it. Not knowing was better then the looks people gave him. He hated getting looked at; he despised it. It was terrible feeling like you were being watched, or at least that's how he felt. When living on the streets, the only reason people ever looked at you was to examine you, or to watch you.
“Who said that?”
“Mia and Aven.”
Captain wasn't smiling anymore. He bent his head towards the ground, shaking it lightly back and forth. “They're still at it, eh?” After a few seconds, he looked back over at Iryce; he still wasn't smiling. “No, it isn't.”
Iryce wasn't sure whether or not Captain was lying, but he wasn't about to ask.
---
They were no longer in Nora ad Gagu.
Mucirsi had tried to stop Iryce from going up on deck. He hadn't been able to understand what he was being told, so in the end Mucirsi's attempts were futile.
All the men were up on deck, their fist held in the air as their loud cheers died into the air above them. They were like a pack of animals encircling around for the kill.
Majet was in the center, but he wasn't alone.
A man was down on his knees; his face buried deep into his hands. He had looked up for a split second, and it didn't seem to be someone from on board; Iryce didn't recognize him.
Mucirsi was standing closely behind; he looked indifferent to everything.
Another guy walked into the middle. He held a large sword in his hand; it had to at least be double the size of Iryce. It was as tall as a full grown man and looked to weigh a good amount.
Mucirsi grabbed Iryce's arm, and tried to yank him back, but Iryce didn't budge. His eyes were transfixed on the circle; mainly the people inside it.
Majet was grinning widely, saying words that Iryce couldn't hear above all the cheering. The man was trembling violently; his face still buried into his hands.
Majet had stepped back into the crowd; his figure becoming that of the circle.
The man with the large sword grabbed the trembling man's head, yanking it backwards.
The sword came down; the man was no more.
The cheers were gone as Mucirsi dragged Iryce away towards the dining hall.
The man was no more; the man was no more.
Finally reality had decided to sink in.
Captain was a pirate.
Majet was a pirate.
Mucirsi was a pirate.
He was a pirate, and he would never get away.
Iryce discovered that the boy was silent. He did not talk, he did not make noise, he did not do anything that would bring attention to him. He just walked, and only the gold trim of his black clothes could be seen. That and his gold eyes whenever he actually turned to look at Iryce, but that was only on a rare occasion.
Thank whatever God was out there.
The walk wasn't long; they were at a house very similar to the one they were just at.
The boy knocked once before inviting himself in.
“Mia!” he shouted, shutting the door as soon as Iryce walked in.
At first, there was no noise; then a pattering of feet entering the room ensued by the presence of a girl entering. Her blonde hair was all ruffled and messy, and her body was wrapped up in a robe.
“Aven? What are you doing here?”
“I need you to make him some clothes.” His voice was monotone, and the only motion he bothered making over to Iryce was a swift movement of the head.
“Can it not wait till morning?”
“Keider's orders.”
The girl made a small 'o' shape with her mouth. She wrapped the robe around her tighter; her fingers running along the fabric of it.
“Well, come on, I'll have to get you sized then.”
Iryce had never heard someone refer to Captain as anything other than Captain. For all Iryce had known, Captain was actually Captain's name. He'd actually met some people that knew someone outside of the pirate ship.
It showed that Captain had a life once too; he didn't seem to miss it too much.
“Sorry if this takes a while; I don't have a fancy machine to do my work like rich folk do. I hope you don't mind waiting a little longer.”
“I'm not rich.”
“Good, then you won't mind a little time.” Mia pulled out a measuring tape, “What does he want?”
The way she said the word 'he' made it sound like Captain was from the pits of hell.
“It's Keider; you don't have to get to creative.”
“Jack ass; he never did give any specifications on anything.” She jotted down some notes as she measured Iryce; Iryce glanced over at them, he couldn't read anything she was writing.
Aven didn't respond; his gaze intent on the ground below him.
“Why is he in town anyways?”
“I didn't ask questions, neither should you.”
The conversation was dead, and no one tried to revive it.
---
He slid his new shirt over his head. It was still rather thin, and wouldn't be much warmer than the last, but at least Mia had been considerate and made a jacket for him. Aven had said that clothes didn't last long anyways, Keider would probably have him made a new set in the next city he went to.
Keider had connections everywhere; Keider knew everything; that was what Mia said anyways.
Aven had just snorted; he didn't seem to think to highly of Keider.
It still felt funny hearing him called anything but Captain.
“How does everything fit?” Mia asked as soon as Iryce stepped out from the room he had been dressing in. She'd made him all she could before sunrise; that was their deadline. She said if she knew we'd be coming, she would've had everything ready. A lot of time was 'wasted' on just getting materials together.
The shirt was kind of baggy underneath the tight-fitting jacket, but overall it was still comfortable. She'd made a pair of shorts that tightly fit round his knee.
She said whenever he actually got boots, the tight fitting ends would tuck into the boot easier. Iryce liked that she was considerate; a pretty considerate girl... and he had to leave.
Lucky him.
“It's great. Thank you.” He turned around slowly so that she could examine her work a little closer. She looked rather pleased.
Aven looked bored. “We have to be gone before the sun rises.” His voice hadn't changed from earlier; it still was monotone and emotionless.
Mia had waved goodbye to them from her doorway; the rising sun barely making her visible.
People were starting to wake up; you could hear them rustling inside their homes. One house had the sound of a baby crying inside. Some of them had little children squealing in delight, and other's just had the sounds of pots and pans banging inside the kitchen.
It was so alive.
“Where are we?” He immediately regretted asking the question, because Aven's dead gold eyes were something Iryce hated looking at. They were looking at him with some sort of confusion; it was the closest thing Iryce had seen to emotion yet.
“You don't know where you are?”
“No...”
Iryce hated not knowing anything; he hated even more the fact that he was constantly with someone who did, or at least someone that knew more than him.
“Nora ad Gagu.”
“What?”
“Means City of God.”
“Oh.”
Even when the city was waking up, Aven was still dead to the world.
---
Nora ad Gagu was supposedly one of the biggest cities on the planet. If not that, it was the most spiritual. The Church was the center of all religion. Aven's dad was one of the head priests there.
There were twelve head priests total; one for every region of Tyat.
It seemed that Iryce was learning a lot of new things lately, like the fact that the name of their planet was Tyat, and that it had twelve regions.
His knowledge had been limited to that of the area he lived in, and some small towns around it. He had guessed that there were places apart from where he was, because of the airships that landed at the docking plane, but he had never actually seen any of them.
He felt as if he was expected to learn so much so fast.
“Why are you back?” Iryce snapped back into reality at the sound of Aven's voice talking to Captain.
It looked like Captain had just woken up.
“Had to make sure you were still around in case I have to come back later.”
In case, meaning he would be coming back.
“Why would you need to come back?”
“I have my reasons.”
Iryce watched as Captain pulled up his brown boots. Captain yawned, “I'll be seeing you soon.”
“Don't make a habit of it.”
“Well, goodbye Sunshine.”
The last thing Iryce saw of Aven was his middle finger sticking out at Captain as they left.
Captain always smiled.
Maybe now would be a good time to ask.
“Is your name... Keider?”
Iryce decided that asking questions was a stupid stupid stupid thing, and he really needed to stop doing it. Not knowing was better then the looks people gave him. He hated getting looked at; he despised it. It was terrible feeling like you were being watched, or at least that's how he felt. When living on the streets, the only reason people ever looked at you was to examine you, or to watch you.
“Who said that?”
“Mia and Aven.”
Captain wasn't smiling anymore. He bent his head towards the ground, shaking it lightly back and forth. “They're still at it, eh?” After a few seconds, he looked back over at Iryce; he still wasn't smiling. “No, it isn't.”
Iryce wasn't sure whether or not Captain was lying, but he wasn't about to ask.
---
They were no longer in Nora ad Gagu.
Mucirsi had tried to stop Iryce from going up on deck. He hadn't been able to understand what he was being told, so in the end Mucirsi's attempts were futile.
All the men were up on deck, their fist held in the air as their loud cheers died into the air above them. They were like a pack of animals encircling around for the kill.
Majet was in the center, but he wasn't alone.
A man was down on his knees; his face buried deep into his hands. He had looked up for a split second, and it didn't seem to be someone from on board; Iryce didn't recognize him.
Mucirsi was standing closely behind; he looked indifferent to everything.
Another guy walked into the middle. He held a large sword in his hand; it had to at least be double the size of Iryce. It was as tall as a full grown man and looked to weigh a good amount.
Mucirsi grabbed Iryce's arm, and tried to yank him back, but Iryce didn't budge. His eyes were transfixed on the circle; mainly the people inside it.
Majet was grinning widely, saying words that Iryce couldn't hear above all the cheering. The man was trembling violently; his face still buried into his hands.
Majet had stepped back into the crowd; his figure becoming that of the circle.
The man with the large sword grabbed the trembling man's head, yanking it backwards.
The sword came down; the man was no more.
The cheers were gone as Mucirsi dragged Iryce away towards the dining hall.
The man was no more; the man was no more.
Finally reality had decided to sink in.
Captain was a pirate.
Majet was a pirate.
Mucirsi was a pirate.
He was a pirate, and he would never get away.