.Crash-Landing. [Open]

[Blistering Rage]

Kresimir woke up with a throbbing headache and suddenly unable to see out of his eyes. The sunlight was glaring down on him and would not let up. After so many years of living in darkness, he still hadn't gotten used to excessive amounts of light such as this. All over the Incubus' body were pains and aches. It looked like he had been tossed around a good bit in the crash-landing. Luckily, there hadn't been any severe or fatal injuries, but the same couldn't be said for the ship. As Kresimir slowly drifted back into reality and consciousness, he noticed the various parts of the ship strewn about the clearing. It was a wonder how anyone could have survived the impact. Were the others still alive? He couldn't be sure. He had just woken up on a strange planet and without a clue of where to go next.

His attire was soaked with sweat and oil. It was probably from laying there in the hot sun for who-knows-how-long. Kresimir realized that his appearance was a mess. His clothes had tears in them, they were littered with stains, and other things that the Incubus couldn't bear to view upon.

"IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!" The red-headed demon shouted at the top of his lungs. He had hoped for a swift response, but got nothing in return. Kresimir decided to try again, "HELLOOOOOO?!" After a few moments of waiting, the man plopped on the ground again in frustration. This was horrible. He was hot, lost, frustrated, hurt, dirty, alone, and all-around miserable out here. Kresimir took a look at his surroundings once more and noticed that he had actually landed in a clearing it'd seemed. However, this clearing was only about a rough ten meters in diameter - beyond that was thick jungle, "A jungle...?" Kresimir's eyes narrowed at the thought of this, "A JUNGLE?!" Various birds scattered from the tree-line and into the skies. That wasn't the type of response that the demon was hoping.

Great. With jungles come lots and lots of critters, bugs, and rodents - just the things he hated. Just fabulous - just CHIPPER.

[seraph]

[Hope you don't mind If I join in]

It had been a fairly average day for Clovis. To be honest it was nothing out of the ordinary for the synthesis hunter. Artimecion had sent him here a few days ago to gather up some lucid shards along with any bright gems he could find for a bonus paycheck. Working for the Moogles was a perk in many ways. After several heartless slaying that day, he was on his way back to his ship to rest for the night. Just a few more Lucid Shards tomorrow and then he could set off home. Flicking out his MAD ( Moogle Assisted Device ) he speed dialed #1. After several moments of pitch changing beeps the familiar ringing sound filled his ears.

Holding it closer to his face, a soft feminine voice answered. The love of his life, also his fiance. Shifting his blonde hair with a quick ruffle, he removed some of the sweat from his brow. Clovis hadn't worn the most ideal clothes for a day out in the jungle. For several minutes they conversed about the usual stuff, how they're day had been etc. Before long, the signal started to weaken with the sound of static becoming the most prominent sound. Soon thereafter the call was terminated much to Clovis' disapproval. Now in a clearing himself, he heard what sounded like a missile of some kind.

"Holy...sh*t" was the words he could barely manage to utter as his eyes focused on the falling vessel. Before long he felt that crash impact about a 10 minute walk away. It didn't take the blonde man long before he made a decision concerning the crash site. "Why does this always have to happen to me?" he asked himself setting off into a jog battering the dense undergrowth as he went.

Several minutes past in which he had run into a few metal objects and such burning with avid flame. Surely they were from the crash site. Not taking along of time to study them, Clovis pressed on toward the louder sound of burning flames. A full few minutes had passed now and through the usual sound of the jungle, he could barely make out a voice but it sounded as if he wanted help. Being such the nice guy that he was, he couldn't resist helping someone out. This was too a fault. Now emerging in the crash site clearing, it really was a mess with debris everywhere. In the center was a figure, apparently writhing in pain whilst talking to itself. Although he looked in bad shape, it didn't appear to be fatal. "Hey! You still alive? he asked as he briskly walked over to the demons side wishing to aid him.

[lysander]

[Welp, I'm too busy a fellow, but there's no doubt that this caught my attention.]

Iznan... Harker. The exiled spider prince. Out of all the critters in deep jungle, he was surely the superlative among them. Creepy, crawly, and otherwise the perfect example of a pest. An overgrown one, who'd been given a human body since being ousted from his homeland. No, normally a spider did not exceed more than a few inches long. But here Iznan was, tall as any teenager of sixteen, brown leather pants wrapped tight around his legs. He wore moccasin styled shoes that day, in addition to a loose fitting rawhide vest. If it weren't for his black and green and blue hair, cut in a shaggy rocker look around his face, Iznan'd be the spitting image of one of those spagetti western, indian sidekicks.

And yet there he was, hanging around in the vines of the jungle, just lounging as if in a hammock. And it suited his arrogance. One who cared nothing about the sacred nature of... well, nature, couldn't do anything but use the plants and animals to their comfort. Iznan was certainly comfortable, and there wasn't any reverence with which he treated the vines that held him. Nor was there any respect for the snake that he'd caught and was now toying with even as it tried to snap at his face. He was nothing but an antagonist and a bully. He didn't resemble the noble nature of his heritage in the slightest.

And so, when his voice rang out in response to the incubus not too far away, it would not have been much of a surprise to the casual observer that he was sarcastic and dry-humored. "Nope! Nobody here, but us chickens!"[/color] He said first, and then after a short pause he responded again. "And last time I checked, this isn't a jungle,"[/color] He launched the snake off in some direction or another.

Leaning back in his hammock, to fall out of several of the vines, but keeping himself hanging by hooking his knees. "I do believe the proper term is Rain Forest."[/color] His grin was self-serving in totality, and he was even juvenile enough to stick out his tongue for a brief second. Iznan was not interested in Clovis and his cell phone, or ship parts strewn about, or the man's mysterious arrival. What he wanted... was that jacket.[/size]

[Blistering Rage]

The demon shifted his attention to the two that had discovered him. He had sat back down, in a sort of reclining position. Kresimir first turned to the one that appeared to be the more civilized of the two. After letting out a relieved breath of air from his mouth, the Incubus stared at this man, "I am quite alive - I'd almost rather I weren't sometimes, but that is an entirely different story," He put on a charming smirk on his face as the demon jumped up to a standing position, "I was rather worried that I would be stranded here," He then began to think back to his rather vocal outbursts earlier. Indeed, he did find it embarassing, but crucial situations called for crucial actions. Kresimir's gaze slowly drifted towards what he thought was a youth.

Why, that bratty little devil - How I'd love to give that chap a piece of my mind! Kresimir thought to himself before turning his attention back to the man.

He rose to his feet and brushed whatever dirt he could get off from his coat, "Blasted thing's pretty much been ragged to death now," He smirked and threw back his crimson hair, "Now," Kresimir seductively narrowed his eyes and put his fingers to his chin, "I suppose you are wondering as to what caused this grandiose mess!" The Incubus chuckled to himself and fiddled with the tips of the horns on his head, "But allow me to introduce myself...to both of you. You may acknowledge me as Sir Kresimir Ruaidhri of Erinn," With that, Kresimir began to goof around by bowing to his saviors with yet another seductive smirk at the end.

[seraph]

It took Clovis a while before he noticed that another presence was loitering around the area. That was the best word to use at the moment. Upon further inspection of this demon, he did appear to have a human quality about him yet it was pretty obvious he wasn't. After notifying the blonde man that he was indeed alive, he left a rather weird air after the first sentence. "Well thats the strangest icebreaker I've heard..." he thought to himself. Little did he know that it would apply to Kresimir though the synthesis hunter oddly missed this. He prided himself on being perceptive and upon discovery would be a blow to his rather abundant ego.

To his second sentence Clovis only weakly smiled, not really having anything to say. Plus he picked on the hint that he was going to continue anyway. Throwing a rather perplexed look to this...thing, in the tree, the handsome man simply paid it no mind and turned back to the more civilized of the two. "That is a fancy coat..." he thought to himself once more. "Obviously this guys got alot of money...maybe he's over compensating for his driving skills?" he mentally noted the pieces of simmering metal scattered around the clearing. Folding his arm clothed in the green usual jacket he wore, he leaned to one side as this new acquaintance continued to speak.

Once Kresimir asked if they wanted to know how he had ended up here in such a spectacular fashion, to say the least, Clovis simply nodded his head whilst quietly murmuring something along the lines of "Yea...". Those horns were the first thing he had noticed. Clearly not a human, but he appeared sociable and well mannered enough. Perhaps a bit too well mannered for his liking. The synthesis hunter was from noble lineage himself, but never had the likings and machinations of that social circle. Hence a sort of dislike to them began to manifest.

Before he could even stop to think of what to reply, his mouth opened like so many times previous. "That explains the fancy jacket" he replied in a joking manner with a quick cocky smirk spread on his face. "I'm Clovis, just a material hunter and of no noble descent whatsoever..." he said in a very odd and quirky manner. This wasn't like him at all. He had his thoughts collected and his mannerisms composed. Perhaps it was because this was a demon? However he did not know.

[lysander]

Iznan swiped his hand through the air, and one of the vines snapped further up along. With a twirl of his leg however, instead of falling to his death when the serpentine flora fell loose, he managed to get himself knotted up just enough to slide down it... albeit upside down. Eventually his progress slowed to a crawl, just inches before he reached the rain forest floor. Bracing himself with his hands, he unwrapped the appendage and managed to stand, all in an awkwardly graceful fashion. But likely, no one was paying attention to his flourish of perfectly calculated movement. People didn't tend to pay Iznan much attention when they realized that he was more of a troll than a conversationalist.

But of course, such a person cannot just let themselves be ignored. Admitting defeat right of the bat is never an option, in the name of war, unless you're a coward, and a coward Iznan was not. He stalked forward, first somewhat between the two men, and then circled the incubus at a distance, vaguely listening to his story. When the blonde pointed out the coat, Iznan smirked. "So you noticed it too? Certainly a niiiice, coat."[/color]

He stopped a bit to the side of this strange man, not thinking or calculating, or making observations. Just standing. "So do you prefer Kresy, or Rudy?"[/color][/size]

[Blistering Rage]

Kresimir was too caught up in himself to notice the mannerisms of the others present. If he had paid more attention, then he would of notice all the subliminal messages hidden in their tones and gestures. However, he was sure that this Clovis was more interested in the events that had perspired here. Though to be honest, even Kresimir couldn't be sure of the exact details of the mishap. When Clovis mentioned the demon's jacket, he couldn't help but nod in silent glory. He certaintly did love when people complimented him on his outside-appearance and this situation was no different. But then this runt of a human piped up with a comment about his naval coat. To his surprise, the compliment seemed at least...a little sincere. Kresimir has had experience with little twerps such as this one before. Back on Erinn, tiny wannabe-heroes - no larger than a preteen, mind you - invaded the privacy of his dungeons. Given, the monsters that roamed there made short work of them, it was still an annoyance.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence, uh...Clovis!" The fact that this man did not have a title to define him a little more caught Kresimir off-guard. His name seemed a little too...naked for the Incubus' tastes. The man's red eyes focused on the twerp nearby, "At least even one such as...yourself...has a certain....finer taste in exquisite wares," Kresimir shook his head and rolled his eyes and was about to turn his attention back to the blonde-haired one until he heard another one of the boy's comments. Kresimir turned around and gave a slight growl, "Kresy?" The Incubus' eyes began to narrow and his voice became deeper, "Rudy?!" Kresimir was about to explode until he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His countenace reverted back to its calm, alluring appearance, "Child, it would be best if you understood your place in this world...lest...Unfortunate events befall you - BUT - I must adhere to this civilized gentlemen...so if you'll excuse me," Kresimir proceeded to move closer to Clovis, if only to get out of ear-shot of this child.

Kresimir looked towards the sky and placed a finger to his chin, "Ahh, allow me to begin. My comrades and I had been traveling the stars aboard our specially-made transport. Normally, we'd have no quarrels with pirates and the their ilk, but it seems one managed to...blow us out of the sky - needless to say. Our captain, bless his heart, was forced to embark upon a landing upon this planet. I haven't the faintest idea of where my comrades are or their state of affairs on this planet," Kresimir tilted his head and thought, "Although, I just simply do not understand why a pirate vessel would fire upon a ship as extravagant as ours had been. Surely, they'd have attempted a boarding!" The Incubus shrugged and scratched his horns, "Well that is the gist of my tale - take it as you please."

[seraph]

A slightly amusing grunt escaped his lips as Iznan asked about nicknames. It wasn't the names themselves, per say, but the reaction of the Kresimir was indeed quite humorous. However he quickly gained composure and forced a cough from the back of his throat to make sure to not offend his acquaintance. Dealing with the nobility in the past was never a highlight but still, Clovis was incredibly adept at doing so. Once the demon had apparently settled his small dispute with the odd child, he turned to face him with a compliment. "Civilized gentleman? Ha. You don't know the half of it..." he spoke to himself within the safe walls of his mind.

Before his face gave away his thoughts, he quickly got a grip. He was back in action now. Whatever feeling had over took him previous all seemed to be well. As he explained his story, the man couldn't help but wander who this little kid was and why he was being so...obnoxious towards Kresimir. Although still listening to what the well mannered demon was saying, he examined the little one with a single eye. Despite looking human, there was a good chance that this person knew they're way around, considering his acrobatics that he had performed earlier. Perhaps this was down to something else entirely either way he looked a good a place to start as any.

Once Kresimir had finished his rather long winded tale, Clovis looked a tad confused and folded his arms whilst lowering his head in a thinking pose. After several moment of silence he raised it once again looking right at Kresimir in those rather eerie looking eyes. "Sir Kresimir. Am I correct in assuming you didn't have a warp drive aboard your vessel?" he asked in a polite tone yet retaining some of that arrogance Clovis loved throwing about. Before long he remembered the kid, and looked towards him now not turning his body away from Kresimir. "Err, kid. You from around here or what?" once more asking in a polite tone but perhaps something less dignified that he felt the kid could relate too.

[lysander]

Iznan didn't move or sway, hardly itched or fidgeted at all, and was genuinely a stoic smirking statue. The reactions he got were fabulous, delightful, entertaining, and fruitful all at the same time. And within the first few moments too. Iznan had been surrounded by royals ever since joining this conquerer's crusade, but the cut of this one would prove to be the most fun of all. Because as everyone knows, to torment the man of the utmost arrogance and power is to have the utmost arrogance and power thrust upon yourself. It's all a power game, and Iznan was good at the power game.

So good in fact, that when Kresimer moved right past him, he didn't even seem to give him the time of day. Kresimir was looking to stand on the defensive the way Iznan saw it, and if that were the case, the incubus could stay there. The spider rolled his shoulders, pecking a fly out of the air, before grinding it's wings between his fingertips and dropping the miserable insect to the ground. What a cruel, cruel boy. In a tree nearby, a frog croaked loudly, and it was more interesting than listening to this guy yadda yadda yadda about himself.

With a wide yawn, he shrugged. "Nah. I'm from a real jungle. Not a rain forest." Pacing around the clearing with his hands on his hips he offered a few suggestions to the mystery of the pirate raid. "Maybe they shot you down, cuz your ship was ugly. If I was a pirate, that's what I'd do."[/color] He picked up a charred, piece of gummi block, tossing it back and forth between his hands.[/size]

[Blistering Rage]

The Incubus shrugged after this Clovis inquired about something called a warp drive. In all honesty, Kresimir came from a world where no such technology existed. The extent of his world's technology consisted of blades and arrows - nothing more. Even though he had been traveling aboard the, now destroyed, vessel for some time now, he hadn't been interested in the mechanics of it, "I haven't the faintest idea of such machinations, I'm sad to say," The demon gave a slight smirk and turned back to the child who had been playing with them all this time. Oh how this child would have been ripped limb from limb back in the day...back in the day where Kresimir was a force to be reckoned with and not some lowly...he didn't want to think of it.

Kresimir majestically made his way to a particular piece of debris. It had sharp edges and had multiple sides to it - looked important. He reached down and attempted and grasped it with one hand. The demon gave a slight grunt as he realized that the object was heavier than he had expected. Upon putting a bit more elbow grease into the action, he lifted the black object with boths hands and held it in front of him. As he inspected the polygonal black object he decided to respond to the boy's comment, "I shall not tell a lie and say that the late vessel wasn't quite the eyesore," He said all this as he continued to observe the object, without so much as a side glance at anything else, "All those skulls and bones crossed over each other painted about...Ha! Such works of macabre would better fit my private quarters than plastered on some...some ship!" Kresimir had kind of gone into a trance to the point where he was just babbling. The demon was just to taken back by this object in his hand. He had an ample idea of what it was. Charlemagne had mentioned a sort of...audio-recording device for when the ship is in a crisis. If this is the object she was talking about, he'd need to keep an eye on it, "Blasted pirates! They'll rue the day that they crossed paths with the likes of the Charlemagnon!'

[seraph]

Clovis was plunged into even more confusion. Never had he heard of any other kind of ship that could fly to other worlds. Perhaps a new breakthrough in technology had allowed this. However having no warp drive available to them would explain why they were ample targets for the pirates. "If you'd of had a warp drive, this probably would have never happened" he began trying to sound a little serious but not too rude of him. Nobility hated being talked down too by anyone, never mind someone dressed as he was. "It allows you to jump large distances in a blink of an eye...really amazing stuff you know" he trailed off just realizing what the little spider had said.

Putting his head in one hand he simply shook it in disappointment. "What the hell have I gotten myself into. A Demon and some weird kid..." mentally noting his predicament. He did have to hand it to him though. Iznan really had no way with words whatsoever. Clovis usually didn't care what he said, but nobility were a dangerous sort and at the moment he didn't have the will nor the means to oppose someone with powerful connections. With an eyebrow raised in disbelief he let out a sigh, barely audible.

It wasn't long before Kresimir started cursing the pirates and in a way threatening them. Deciding to intervene so he didn't have to take any more of his babble, Clovis stepped a few paces forward. "I suppose you'll want help trying to find your crew? I've been around here for a few days now plus I've got some unfinished business to take care of so I'm happy to help" the blonde hunter proposed with a coy smile spread on his face. Turning to the slightly annoying kid he asked a quick question. "You in?". Although he was a little bit frustrating at times, he still retained some sort of charm about him. Plus his little tricks could come in handy. Who knew what the rest of the day had in store.

[lysander]

Iznan looked down at the gummi block with a strange look of curiosity and frustration. He'd never much liked these strange contraptions, much preferring to use the corridors of darkness to travel from one place to another, or hoofing it. He just didn't see the fantasy in the testosterone encapsulated dream of flying around and shooting at stuff, desperately fighting to survive in a place, where if you die, you die alone. It was such a sad and empty, and lonely place. You weren't ever bigger than anything in space, either. All of the hazards and tragedies would wreck you and leave you dead in a moment's notice. It wasn't a place Iznan ever wanted to die, and with death waiting every moment, it wasn't a place he wanted to go.

"Least you're honest."[/color] He said as the other ceded that the ship had been aesthetically displeasing. The gummi part fell out of his hand, and when it hit the ground, he kicked it off and out of his way. "So now we've discovered the grand mystery of the Space Pirates, is all but a big hoaky pokie, what's next gang? The haunted mansion down the road?"[/color] Iznan's remarks seemed second priority to something... Scanning the wreckage of the ship for one of those canon things, or a laser of some sort. You'd be idiots to go out into space unarmed.

Still vaguely interested in the other two people, and keeping one ear focused on conversation, he turned away from his search to what Clovis had said. The material hunter seemed to think Iznan was stupid because he was obnoxious. He failed to realize that Iznan was royalty, and the spider just shrugged the notion off. "Sure dandy. Sounds like an adventure... movie. Will there be golden idols and pygmies? Will I get to run away from a giant boulder? I've always wanted to run away from a giant boulder. Just no snakes. I don't do snakes." It was Iznan's little way of saying, sure.[/size]

[Blistering Rage]

Kresimir dropped the object he was holding and made a mental note to come back to it later. It had seemed that the trio would be working together in an effort the find the missing crew members of the late ship, "Alright then," The demon cleared his throat and shot a glance over at the boy. There was something about him that was more than what he had outwardly shown to everyone. Kresimir did not know what that something was, but he'd be sure to be wary of it. It was very rare that the Incubus' gut-feelings did him wrong, "Seeing as how you two somehow found me in my most detestable condition, why don't you lead the way?" He was saying this to both parties if they hadn't noticed. All Kresimir knew about this world was here in this clearing - nothing more.

The demon crossed his arms in front of his chest and decided that perhaps he should summon some Bombs to perform a search. However, he later thought that it'd be a waste of his energies. The crew of the Charlemagnon were no rookies when it came to survival. They were experts at using the environment around them to their advantages and managing to stay alive. All it would take is some time for one party to discover another party...hopefully that would happen rather quickly. Kresimir hadn't been conscious on this world for more than an hour and it was starting to get to him. The humidity in the air was doing a number on his scarlet hair which now looked as if Kresimir had just gotten out of a shower. His naval coat that the demon was sporting only added to the heat, but he made it a notion to not take it off. While, the older gent seemed more civil than the younger one..he couldn't trust either one of them. Kresimir had seen them eying his apparel in such a way that thieves would eye a sack of gold!

[seraph]

This kid was really starting to amuse Clovis. In an odd sort of way, it reminded him of himself in his younger days. Constantly rebelling against the true noble goals or so his mother would say. How he detested that woman. Speaking of running away from boulders, haunted mansions among other things did seem rather child like but he knew he couldn't really expect much from the kid. Little did he know that Iznan was of an upper class household as well. Such dramatic irony that all three of them had something in common, yet neither of them knew the wiser.

Since it was he who had suggested they start searching for the crew, Clovis could already feel the eyes of both Kresimir and Iznan fall upon him. To be honest he was the most logical choice. The demon had no idea where he was, and the kid...well he was a kid. "Guess I'll have to do it..." he murmured to himself scratching the back of his blonde hair. Thinking of what to do first, he came to his most basic of survival instincts. Naturally it was to establish ones surroundings and therefore a place of higher elevation was the most obvious destination to him.

Turning to his unlikely band of trusted searchers, a seemingly embarrassed smile appeared on his face. "So how bout we head for that tree house?" he asked pointing through a small opening in the dense forest. Sure enough in the distance lay an old tree house. The Hunter had been there once previous to see if any supplies were up there but nothing but old junk and broken picture frames. Someone or something had been living there at one point, however that time was long passed.

Since the three of them would be traveling together, Clovis thought it may be best get to know his companions a little better. Being the good natured guy that he was, he felt as if he should help them. That doesn't go to say that he did actually want to help. It would be more people to pick up the slack for any heartless they ran into. All he would have to do was pick up the treasures afterward. Easy pickings. "So...whats with the horns?" he asked rather nervously to the demon as the trio departed the clearing.

[lysander]

Iznan's eyes alit upon Kresimir yet again. The guy just seemed like a prime target for bullying, pushing, prodding, and just general poking at. And when you got such a rich bag of fun tossed in your face do you set it politely aside and wait politely? No, you tear into that and let yourself go wild. Hesitation and refinement were useless to Iznan. "Not the leaderly type, eh Rudy?"[/color] he mused with a smirk. He wondered, if they'd been on some sort of expedition, why in the world they had brought this royal pain the neck along. What was Kresimir even good for?

So when Clovis elected himself leader, Iznan rose an eyebrow, but figured at least Rudy wasn't leading the expedition. He trusted the blonde just a touch more than he trusted this weird guy with sweet clothes and a miffy background. It was even kind of surprising that Clovis had fallen for the act so quick. But even so, Iznan wasn't about to pipe up. If he was right, the spider prince was always ready and invigorated by the prospect of some ass-kicking. If he was wrong, he never said anything non-factual and thus couldn't be seen as some stupid brat. Sure he was brat, but Iznan prided himself in not being stupid.

And then it came along. "Oooooh, Icebreakers. I love this game."[/color] He sounded strangely excited, clapping his hands together, and then turned his attention back to the incubus. "So yeah, Horns. About those. Do you have a tail and a pitchfork too?"[/color][/size]