For once, I have little to say of the ever churning political air of Reial. While as always naught is good, for now, it is calm. Calm in the way a keg of black powder waiting for a spark is calm, perhaps. But it is still truth in it's own way. Instead I find my mind wandering to the approaching Long Night with it celebrations and preparations in ( Read more... )

Those with ranged weapons and the aim to use them, there is a spot behind the sharks' eyes that looks like slits. These are the intake for their float bladders. A good shot there will sent most falling I should think.

The 4423 seems to be charging straight for us....

What could they be thinking? Stay alert, they have not avoided capture for so long due to foolishness.

[The first few minutes are filled with a prayer to St. Ajora asking for a good harvest year and peace for the dead. His Erealian accent is thick as molasses, which gives the whole thing a sense of otherworldliness to most mainlanders]

Lunasa well wishes Reial. To those who are remembering as well as celibrating, my heart goes to go you.

A year ago, I ( Read more... )

[Just the shallow sounds of breathing. Slightly paniced breathing at that. After that is a few mumbled words in a very think Erealian accent before the comm clicks off in a huge burst of static.]

((ooc: Alright folks, Delita is suffering from a few too many Insanity Peppers. That static... was from his Holy Swordsman powers going rather berserk in ( Read more... )

[Unlike normally, Delita sounds a little testy, and the sounds of general ship activity can be heard in the background thanks to his... lack of a door]

I must say I am still oddly pleased with the outcome of the races in the Badlands, even though it means the Vohemaro pirates won. In fact, I wish to give a slightly late, yet heartfelt ( Read more... )

[There's a clank as something bumps the journal turning it on, then the groans of someone waking up slowly. A few seconds of silence, then a scream of shock and horror. What can eventually be heard to be Delita is cursing like a sailor and by the sounds of it, scrambling out of bed as fast as his legs can carry him. The cursing is in a very thick ( Read more... )

[Sounds of what is obviously the newest Steel Samurai broadcast. It goes on for awhile until there's a sharp "Hell!" from Delita as he scrambles and shuts the journal off]

[The journal is silent for a moment, as if Delita is gathering his thoughts. Those that have followed his public talks may find his tone softer and more... human than normal]

I am.. surprised to say the least. These races were practically pleading for some brand of disaster to occur. A bombing, and assination... yet nothing occured. And while there ( Read more... )

 ... with the newest officer among our ranks, I have noticed something.

I... am the lowest ranking of the officers aboard the Victoria II. This... does not bode well. Rank means little to me, except for the worries of being replaced. I can not risk my position here! There is too much at risk.

Something I must work upon, I should think.