Recruitment and Resurrection (Open)

[jowan]

"So do you want my CV then?"
"See-what? Listen, when i said no, i meant no! You're not what im looking for!"
"How can you know that, i haven't told you a damn thing!"
Jowan groaned and rubbed his forehead. What had made him think this was a good idea?
"Look, there's a stall over there with some pictures of boats. I really think that's what you're after."
"Now if you would just let me speak, i think you'd find i'm exactly what you're looking for in a ship's engineer! I've been working aboard ships for the last 15 years and-"
"Have you ever built an FTL drive using only scrap metal and a hair drier?"
"Excuse me?"
"No? How about repaired a trans-dimensional warp drive while under fire from a Mazai cruiser?"
"I really don't see-"
"Can you build a shield generator strong enough to block an energy blast from an imploding Hellgate?"
"N-no but-"
"Then you really aren't much use to me. Thanks for asking. off you go now."
With what he assumed was a curse, the sailor rumbled off while muttering something about "Bloody Trekkies."

After witnessing the damnation of Corinthius, Jowan had taken control of the Voidclaw and flown as far from the planet as he could. Too much of Corinthius' situation reminded him of his own so long ago and before long he decided he needed something to do to stop him from thinking on it. So he decided to recruit a crew.

His first port of call, bizarrely, was Earth. He had decided he wanted at least a few people who hadn't been exposed to the usual mortal/immortal prejudices and reasoned the best place to find such individuals would be a planet that had yet to develop proper space travel. Unfortunately, it was proving far more difficult than he had anticipated. People just didn't blindly follow spellcasters anymore, they kept asking stupid questions like are you using a hologram for that fire and are you a cosplayer (whatever that was). And so, he had ended up setting up a table in something he had heard called a "Jobs fair" and hoping he would find what he wanted. Five hours later, he hadn't.

Presently, an adolescent male who appeared to have some sort of plague made his way to the table and stood awkwardly, apparently waiting for Jowan to look up. He didn't. He could tell from the feel of the boy's mind that he wasn't right. Rising from his chair, he turned and walked out of the hall before the bewildered youth could so much as grunt. He'd seen enough.

Shortly after, he sat in the captains chair on the bridge of the Voidwalker. He had removed his hood and, for once, the cloth strip he tied around his head to hide the scarred skin and gemlike blue orbs he had in place of eyes. Perfectly capable of seeing and sensing his surroundings with them covered, he preferred to remove the cloth when he looked out into space. He sat silently and almost motionless, waiting for someone, anyone to appear. He had set a signal to broadcast his location and a message of recruitment in the hope that someone would find him; of course, there was the chance someone hostile might appear or one of the stricter enforcers of Dragos Midnight, but Jowan had long since stopped caring about his own safety.

[sylvia]

Sylvia had heard from her sources that the Voidclaw had been sighted in the Terra galaxy on some backwater planet called "Earth". She thought that was a stupid name for a planet, and discovered that its inhabitants were even more stupid than the name suggested. She sighed as she wandered through the packed crowds of mortals, tracking the one hint of actual power her sensors could pick up in the area. If anyone on this planet knew where the ship was, it was whoever her sensors were picking up.

Dressed in form-fitting black leather from neck to toe, she noticed she was drawing unwanted attention from some men and women in the crowds. Whistles and what she assumed were pathetic attempts at pick-up lines followed her. She payed them as little attention as possible, and any who got too close were scared away when she casually reached for the sword strapped to her back. She caught sight of the man who her sensors were detecting as he was walking from the building. She barged through the crowd to follow him, and managed to track him straight to her target - her father's ship, The Voidclaw.

She managed to get into the cargo area and hid for some time, making sure that they were in orbit. She wanted to surprise her father, and didn't want him running off on her again. She snuck through the lower decks and up to the bridge. She opened the door to the bridge and saw not her father in the captain's chair, but rather the man she had followed to the ship.

"Excuse me, mortal, but you appear to be in my father's chair." she said as her hand moved swiftly to the hilt of her sword.

[jowan]

At the sound of the voice behind him Jowan nearly jumped out of the chair- he had expected someone to come but not so soon, and not one with such a familiar tone to their voice. scrambling to his feet, he fumbled with the cloth he tied around his head. Though it was unlikely his "eyes" would have any real effect on the visitor, it was a habit he had fallen into. Finally turning to face her, he bowed in a somewhat exaggerated fashion, either not noticing or deliberately ignoring her weapon.
"Good, good, i knew someone would- wait, you said father didn't you?"

The light-hearted attitude immediately vanished as he stared at her (at least, she would have the impression he was staring), mentally making the connections.
"No...he said....I didn't think you were alive..."

Seemingly unconsciously, he teleported behind her and continued to study her for a moment before saying;
"You don't know do you? That Corinthius is damned?"

[sylvia]

Without skipping a beat, Sylvia had drawn her sword and was now holding it pressed against Jowan's throat, her other hand holding him roughly by the hair at the back of his head. She stared at him for a long time. Her breathing was steady and her expression neutral, though her body language clearly showed her anger. Finally, after what must have seemed like an eternity for Jowan, Sylvia spoke in a low, steady tone.

"How dare you speak of my father that way. He was a kind, caring man, and you say he's been damned? I'd sooner believe you killed him yourself, as unlikely as that would be. Now, I'll give you one more chance to tell the truth. Where is my father?"

The last words were spoken as though each was a sentence of its own, the words deliberately accented. Her voice was seductive, yet with an ice-cold edge to it which could send a shiver running down even an Immortal's spine. This was her "business voice", as she liked to jokingly call it - the voice she used when she gave her targets one last chance to speak before the inevitable end.

[jowan]

As cold as her voice was, it didn't stop a flare of anger twisting his face. Standing rigidly still, he stared at her and spoke in a slow, clear voice.
"Don't insult me youngling. Daughter of Corinthius Shadowblade you may be but you have nowhere near the experience I do. Corinthius was a dear friend to me for many, many years and it pained me to watch his destruction. I will not stand for being accused of his murder by a child such as yourself. A good man he was but he lost his way, and paid dearly for it. If you kill me you will only be denying the truth, and you will never find it. Now i suggest you put down that oversized rabbit-gutter and listen to the truth of my words."

Throughout his speech the low tone of his voice did not change but sparks began to fly from his clenched fists, building into small fireballs by the end. He seemed to notice this when he finished speaking and flushed slightly, as though embarrassed by his outburst, but kept his gaze fixed on Sylvia's piercing eyes.