((A bit time-displaced. A follow-up post http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread....#pid282443 Much thanks to Kiht/Qara for editting the RP!))
Dry docks in Southern La Noscea, early morning.
Zanzan Yanzan was leaning with his back against the stone wall of a drydock building; waiting patiently for the arrival of a certain group.
Many ticks after the meeting time, Qara Hotgo approached with the group of Xaela in tow. Most of them wore tribal rags that were were dirty, weathered and torn.
The Lalafell peered towards the group as they made their approach. "Ah! You've all made it! I worried if it would have taken longer. Uncle can be quite... Impatient, as you would know, Qara." He then regarded the rest of the group, offering a broad smile. "Greetings to you all! I am Zanzan Yanzan! Surely Qara has spoken about me, yes?"
Qara smiled. However, most of the rest looked at him with their faces resting in neutral scowls. Only the girl beside Qara responded. "Yes, she says you be second in command."
"I told them a little about you, yes." Qara answered.
"Oh... Ah... Just a little?" He sounded mildly disappointed, pouting for just a brief moment before smiling again. "Right then! This appears quite the friendly group!" He said, despite all the scowls. "Mayhaps... We shall start with some names?" He peered to each one with anticipation.
Qara turned to the group. The one beside Qara bowed. "Nergui Ejinn." The others just stood there. "Tell him your names!" Qara shouted abruptly then turned back to Zanzan with a smile. Some grumbled their names, a few stepped up and clearly stated theirs. One noteworthy male who had a different kind of horn on each side of his head smiled and spoke. "Möngö Haragin."
Zanzan ducked momentarily at the sudden shouting, then cleared his throat as the others grumbled out their names. "Right then! Nergui, Mongo, and.. the rest! A pleasure to meet you all! Now, let us meet the man who will be aiding in the ship's construction!"
As they made their way up to the building docks, they found two Lalafell men standing, glancing over a rough blueprint. The area was already busy with activity, as dockworkers moved and readied the construction materials. Zanzan began to pace over towards the two, calling out, "Uncle! My apologies! We're---". He was quickly cut off as Bobobo spun right around to face the group. "Late ye are! What did I tell yah!? I ain't got all sun and moons for yer lazy arse!"
Qara Hotgo stepped up, and cleared her throat as she smiled at Bobobo. She made an Othard-style bow. "Not his fault. Is mine. I had to get the crew ready. Keeping watch on time is a new thing for Xaela. In Othard, we only had the sun and moon."
Bobobo regarded Qara then smirked widely before letting out a hearty laugh. "I just like ta give me nephew shite, is all. Now... This is yer crew? Ta be honest... Ye all looked like ye just washed up ashore."
She blinked. ".......They did. No ship means we have to swim a lot." She spoke in a tone that made it hard to tell if she was jesting. "Both them and me need a lot more things and work to be ready."
Bobobo nodded firmly, "Well then! Yer all be workin' with me and Salba Valba." He paced back to the other Lalafell before giving him a hard pat on the back. Salba peered around for a moment, his attention finally averted from the rough blueprints. He wore more formal clothing, and donned glasses that featured different lenses of magnifications that made his eyes appear comically much larger than they actually were. "Ow..." Salba simply stated.
Salba then studied the group with discerning eyes. "Pray tell me you all know how to build a ship."
Qara glanced back to the group. “Bow.†She commanded, and Nergui repeated the word in Xaela, and the group bowed. Mongo stepped forth. “I and some others know how to build boats…†He pointed to one of the dry-docked ships. “But those? Only in legend did the Haragin build those. We can listen and learn. We can carve and shape the wood without mistake, but to build a ship… That is new to us.â€
Salba studied them for a moment longer, tilting his head left and right then grunts. "That'll do I suppose. We're going to be building a Catamaran. A large one at that. If you think those ships are legend, you'll be seeing a true one in the making." He nods. "I expect you to pay attention to every single detail of construction out there. I've a record to hold, and this ship will not fail, got it?"
Most of the Xaela seemed unmoving aside from glances they casted at each other. One muttered “what is a cataman?â€. “A cat man? That’s not a boat…†Another answered. Qara cleared her throat. “Two large boats stuck together to make a ship. Listen to him! Maybe you don’t know him, or care about his record. I know you all might not know what to think about Lalafell… But this ship is going to be your life. All most of you can give is hands, and in trade, they make you a ship. Respect them, and together you can make the Haragin legend real.â€
Salba watched Qara with a stoic expression. He then looked to Bobobo, nodding with a grunt. "Work will begin soon once the details have been ironed out." He called out before resuming his work on the blueprints.
Bobobo looked up at the Haragin. "Listen 'ere. This is me nephew. He's good at sailin' but I ain't really sure if ye lot are! You can speak about legends and stories like me nephew, but I'll hafta see yer sailin' with me own eyes. So! I've gathered some folk ta be crewin' with all of ye. True sailors! Oi! Get over 'ere!"
A group of several Lalafells by the far wall behind the tribe pushed themselves up and off the ground as they began to approach. Contrastingly to the Haragin, they wore well-fitted clothing for seafaring travel. Some even carried axes on their shoulders.
Muttering broke out between the group of Xaela. “How do these tiny people sail anything?†One asked. Qara turned to the group. “Who asked that?†The group paused and looked at her. “Back home I rode a horse better than any man because I was less heavy. To guide horses is not about weight or strength.†She paused. “But if you still do not believe, wait and see.â€
"I like her." A voice escaped from the Lalafellan crew. The source paced out to reveal an older Lalafell, with the only indication of his age being his mustache, and some greys in his hair. "I'm gonna assume you’re going to be the Captain of this new ship, aren't yah?"
Qara turned to him and nodded. "Qaratai Hotgo. Captain Qara or Captain Hotgo will work." She paused as she surveyed the Lalafell; she was going to be their Captain too... "The Haragin are new here, but they chose me to be Captain. Zanzan will be Quartermaster. You didn't chose us yet, but if you do, this ship will be yours as much as it will be the Haragin's."
The Lalafell offered a smile then nodded. "From Captain to Captain." He gave a sailor's salute. "Well, I ain't a Captain any longer. I thought I can retire and put the sea behind me, but it is where I was born, and where I will choose to die. And hopefully not too soon, hah!" He nodded again. "Afede Jafede. You have our services for the time being... The next few moons will decide if we stay, or we leave. Don't disappoint, -Captain-." He said more so in a sincere way.
Qara bowed her head for a moment. "The next moons will decide a lot. You will be part our mission to save people, stop a war and maybe be part of a story people will tell their children and great children."
"Hah, sounds more exciting than casting lines and and smelling like fish all my years before. But be it pirates, sagahin, and storms, my people have crossed seas many times over. We'll see if those scaled cloud-breathers over there still think they're better than us." Many of the Lalafells began to grunt 'threateningly' towards the Haragin.
Mongo just smirked and rolled his eyes as Nergui took a posture which portrayed her discomfort. The others, however, were not so dismissive. “Is cloud-breather insult?†One muttered. “Are the ground-fruit trying to start a fight? I can’t tell.†Another spoke. “They will be hard not to trip over during battle.â€
"Ground-fruit!? Hah, that's a new one!" One Lalafell spoke up. "Oi, why not let us use those horns to hang our coats while we do all the hard work!" Another one called out. The group began to pace up to the tribe, though Afede simply stayed where he was at.
"Mayhaps it is time to give your first order, Captain." Zanzan loud whispered to Qara.
Qara leaned over to Zanzan. "Okay, Quartermaster, what order is that? Time to do your job too. Back home I would make them wrestle, but they won't work so well after that... Hurt legs and bruised heads are bad for building things."
"If they are so keen on proving themselves, mayhaps a round of free drinks to those who can transport the most lumber and sails for the ship. I am sure Salba and Uncle Bobobo would think better for quickening the work outside of building."
She nodded then stepped up to the squabbling crew. “You want to fight? Maybe that will prove some things, but you are all just refugees and ex-sailors until this ship is made, yes?!†She spoke loudly and clearly. “Prove yourself making this ship. The ones who can get the most wood and sails to where Bobobo needs them gets free drinks. Waste your time fighting if you want, but the ones who start working now get a head-start… The rest of you get sore muscles. Choose now. No more arguing.â€
Bobobo regarded the crew then pointed towards the west. "We still got lumber and metal tat needs carryin' over 'ere. Ta faster ye get them, the faster we can start workin' on this ship!"
The Lalafell crew suddenly began to move towards the area directed at them, their sensitive hearing catching Bobobo's command from afar.
The Haragin mutter between each other. In their poverty-stricken time in Eorzea, they had found the value in spirits and ales. Most of them quickly moved to follow.
Bobobo closed in and swung a firm smack against Zanzan's back. "Oi, ye gonna stand around and pretend ye don't exist? Get ta helpin' too." Zanzan let out a deep sigh then regarded Qara and Nergui, "If you need any assistance... Do ask."
Bobobo called out, "And stop yer flirtin'!"
Qara smiled at Zanzan. "We will ask if we need help." She spoke at casual volume then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Or to save you." She snickered.
Zanzan huffed then deflated quickly at that truth. "Pray, do so...."
Dry docks in Southern La Noscea, early morning.
Zanzan Yanzan was leaning with his back against the stone wall of a drydock building; waiting patiently for the arrival of a certain group.
Many ticks after the meeting time, Qara Hotgo approached with the group of Xaela in tow. Most of them wore tribal rags that were were dirty, weathered and torn.
The Lalafell peered towards the group as they made their approach. "Ah! You've all made it! I worried if it would have taken longer. Uncle can be quite... Impatient, as you would know, Qara." He then regarded the rest of the group, offering a broad smile. "Greetings to you all! I am Zanzan Yanzan! Surely Qara has spoken about me, yes?"
Qara smiled. However, most of the rest looked at him with their faces resting in neutral scowls. Only the girl beside Qara responded. "Yes, she says you be second in command."
"I told them a little about you, yes." Qara answered.
"Oh... Ah... Just a little?" He sounded mildly disappointed, pouting for just a brief moment before smiling again. "Right then! This appears quite the friendly group!" He said, despite all the scowls. "Mayhaps... We shall start with some names?" He peered to each one with anticipation.
Qara turned to the group. The one beside Qara bowed. "Nergui Ejinn." The others just stood there. "Tell him your names!" Qara shouted abruptly then turned back to Zanzan with a smile. Some grumbled their names, a few stepped up and clearly stated theirs. One noteworthy male who had a different kind of horn on each side of his head smiled and spoke. "Möngö Haragin."
Zanzan ducked momentarily at the sudden shouting, then cleared his throat as the others grumbled out their names. "Right then! Nergui, Mongo, and.. the rest! A pleasure to meet you all! Now, let us meet the man who will be aiding in the ship's construction!"
As they made their way up to the building docks, they found two Lalafell men standing, glancing over a rough blueprint. The area was already busy with activity, as dockworkers moved and readied the construction materials. Zanzan began to pace over towards the two, calling out, "Uncle! My apologies! We're---". He was quickly cut off as Bobobo spun right around to face the group. "Late ye are! What did I tell yah!? I ain't got all sun and moons for yer lazy arse!"
Qara Hotgo stepped up, and cleared her throat as she smiled at Bobobo. She made an Othard-style bow. "Not his fault. Is mine. I had to get the crew ready. Keeping watch on time is a new thing for Xaela. In Othard, we only had the sun and moon."
Bobobo regarded Qara then smirked widely before letting out a hearty laugh. "I just like ta give me nephew shite, is all. Now... This is yer crew? Ta be honest... Ye all looked like ye just washed up ashore."
She blinked. ".......They did. No ship means we have to swim a lot." She spoke in a tone that made it hard to tell if she was jesting. "Both them and me need a lot more things and work to be ready."
Bobobo nodded firmly, "Well then! Yer all be workin' with me and Salba Valba." He paced back to the other Lalafell before giving him a hard pat on the back. Salba peered around for a moment, his attention finally averted from the rough blueprints. He wore more formal clothing, and donned glasses that featured different lenses of magnifications that made his eyes appear comically much larger than they actually were. "Ow..." Salba simply stated.
Salba then studied the group with discerning eyes. "Pray tell me you all know how to build a ship."
Qara glanced back to the group. “Bow.†She commanded, and Nergui repeated the word in Xaela, and the group bowed. Mongo stepped forth. “I and some others know how to build boats…†He pointed to one of the dry-docked ships. “But those? Only in legend did the Haragin build those. We can listen and learn. We can carve and shape the wood without mistake, but to build a ship… That is new to us.â€
Salba studied them for a moment longer, tilting his head left and right then grunts. "That'll do I suppose. We're going to be building a Catamaran. A large one at that. If you think those ships are legend, you'll be seeing a true one in the making." He nods. "I expect you to pay attention to every single detail of construction out there. I've a record to hold, and this ship will not fail, got it?"
Most of the Xaela seemed unmoving aside from glances they casted at each other. One muttered “what is a cataman?â€. “A cat man? That’s not a boat…†Another answered. Qara cleared her throat. “Two large boats stuck together to make a ship. Listen to him! Maybe you don’t know him, or care about his record. I know you all might not know what to think about Lalafell… But this ship is going to be your life. All most of you can give is hands, and in trade, they make you a ship. Respect them, and together you can make the Haragin legend real.â€
Salba watched Qara with a stoic expression. He then looked to Bobobo, nodding with a grunt. "Work will begin soon once the details have been ironed out." He called out before resuming his work on the blueprints.
Bobobo looked up at the Haragin. "Listen 'ere. This is me nephew. He's good at sailin' but I ain't really sure if ye lot are! You can speak about legends and stories like me nephew, but I'll hafta see yer sailin' with me own eyes. So! I've gathered some folk ta be crewin' with all of ye. True sailors! Oi! Get over 'ere!"
A group of several Lalafells by the far wall behind the tribe pushed themselves up and off the ground as they began to approach. Contrastingly to the Haragin, they wore well-fitted clothing for seafaring travel. Some even carried axes on their shoulders.
Muttering broke out between the group of Xaela. “How do these tiny people sail anything?†One asked. Qara turned to the group. “Who asked that?†The group paused and looked at her. “Back home I rode a horse better than any man because I was less heavy. To guide horses is not about weight or strength.†She paused. “But if you still do not believe, wait and see.â€
"I like her." A voice escaped from the Lalafellan crew. The source paced out to reveal an older Lalafell, with the only indication of his age being his mustache, and some greys in his hair. "I'm gonna assume you’re going to be the Captain of this new ship, aren't yah?"
Qara turned to him and nodded. "Qaratai Hotgo. Captain Qara or Captain Hotgo will work." She paused as she surveyed the Lalafell; she was going to be their Captain too... "The Haragin are new here, but they chose me to be Captain. Zanzan will be Quartermaster. You didn't chose us yet, but if you do, this ship will be yours as much as it will be the Haragin's."
The Lalafell offered a smile then nodded. "From Captain to Captain." He gave a sailor's salute. "Well, I ain't a Captain any longer. I thought I can retire and put the sea behind me, but it is where I was born, and where I will choose to die. And hopefully not too soon, hah!" He nodded again. "Afede Jafede. You have our services for the time being... The next few moons will decide if we stay, or we leave. Don't disappoint, -Captain-." He said more so in a sincere way.
Qara bowed her head for a moment. "The next moons will decide a lot. You will be part our mission to save people, stop a war and maybe be part of a story people will tell their children and great children."
"Hah, sounds more exciting than casting lines and and smelling like fish all my years before. But be it pirates, sagahin, and storms, my people have crossed seas many times over. We'll see if those scaled cloud-breathers over there still think they're better than us." Many of the Lalafells began to grunt 'threateningly' towards the Haragin.
Mongo just smirked and rolled his eyes as Nergui took a posture which portrayed her discomfort. The others, however, were not so dismissive. “Is cloud-breather insult?†One muttered. “Are the ground-fruit trying to start a fight? I can’t tell.†Another spoke. “They will be hard not to trip over during battle.â€
"Ground-fruit!? Hah, that's a new one!" One Lalafell spoke up. "Oi, why not let us use those horns to hang our coats while we do all the hard work!" Another one called out. The group began to pace up to the tribe, though Afede simply stayed where he was at.
"Mayhaps it is time to give your first order, Captain." Zanzan loud whispered to Qara.
Qara leaned over to Zanzan. "Okay, Quartermaster, what order is that? Time to do your job too. Back home I would make them wrestle, but they won't work so well after that... Hurt legs and bruised heads are bad for building things."
"If they are so keen on proving themselves, mayhaps a round of free drinks to those who can transport the most lumber and sails for the ship. I am sure Salba and Uncle Bobobo would think better for quickening the work outside of building."
She nodded then stepped up to the squabbling crew. “You want to fight? Maybe that will prove some things, but you are all just refugees and ex-sailors until this ship is made, yes?!†She spoke loudly and clearly. “Prove yourself making this ship. The ones who can get the most wood and sails to where Bobobo needs them gets free drinks. Waste your time fighting if you want, but the ones who start working now get a head-start… The rest of you get sore muscles. Choose now. No more arguing.â€
Bobobo regarded the crew then pointed towards the west. "We still got lumber and metal tat needs carryin' over 'ere. Ta faster ye get them, the faster we can start workin' on this ship!"
The Lalafell crew suddenly began to move towards the area directed at them, their sensitive hearing catching Bobobo's command from afar.
The Haragin mutter between each other. In their poverty-stricken time in Eorzea, they had found the value in spirits and ales. Most of them quickly moved to follow.
Bobobo closed in and swung a firm smack against Zanzan's back. "Oi, ye gonna stand around and pretend ye don't exist? Get ta helpin' too." Zanzan let out a deep sigh then regarded Qara and Nergui, "If you need any assistance... Do ask."
Bobobo called out, "And stop yer flirtin'!"
Qara smiled at Zanzan. "We will ask if we need help." She spoke at casual volume then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Or to save you." She snickered.
Zanzan huffed then deflated quickly at that truth. "Pray, do so...."
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