Wars of The Stars {A/O}

[Nykromantyk]

"Bodb McTalon" the 7'2" scottsman smiled with a bow  

[Miss Cider]

The ship's deck is a scene of organized madness; sailors bustling back forth, preparing to dock. The land of this so-called China was in sight, just barely, but even at this distance Rhea can tell that is nothing like home, and her heart gives a small twinge, just as her stomache heaves. She lurches quickly to the side of the boat in time to hurl the meager contents of her stomach into the frothy waters below. Despite living in Greece, where a large majority of its populace find work out on the water, Rhea has never been able to tolerate how unstable the swaying deck feels, how unnatural it felt not to have two bare feet planted firmly in plot of nice, dry earth. After the weeks at sea, it would be like a dream to see a tree again, even if it were a foreign one that grew only up to a person's knee, like the ship's cook had said.
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Later that day, the large ship docked, and Rhea stumbled gratefully down the gangplank and into the strange new world called Hong Kong. All around her were odd-looking people, much shorter than she, with yellowish skin and slitted eyes. While her escort, the same representative of the king who had taken her from her mother's arms eleven years ago, directed the unloading of supplies and such, Rhea looked around, her eye almost instantly caught by a group of young people her own age, and almost certainly strangers to this land as well. Should she talk to them...? Could she talk to them? She could certainly talk at them, but would they understand Greek? A large part of Rhea's training had involved the learning of different languages, but she was only fluent in three languages in addition to her home tongue, English, French, Italian, and Gaelic; with a very basic knowledge of Chinese, after a quick crash course especially for this trip. Making up her mind, Rhea steadily worked her way through the crowds, coming to a stop next to the rather mismatched group, just behind yet another foreigner. They all seemd to be speaking English, so that was what Rhea would do as well. "Geia sas ekeí!" she said, a gentle smile on her face, "My name is Rhea Koumaditis. I take it that you all are neither natives as well?" Ugh, her English was terrible, the accent all wrong. Of course, it wasn't exactly her fault; there was not many chances that she had to practice, as most Greeks did not speak the language.  

[Nykromantyk]

"I'm Bodb McTalon" the towering ginger smiled as his black stallion mutt began to sniff the greek woman  

[Miss Cider]

Although Rhea usually preferred the much more gentle and phlegmatic oxen to what often was a wild-spirited horse, she found that she quite enjoyed this large beast belonging to the equally large Scottish man. That was what he was, after all, it was clear from his heavy accent and traditional attire. She smiled as the horse's whispery lips tickled her forehead, and reached up a hand to softly, but firmly, push its head away to keep him from nibbling at her hair, and freeing it from its long braid. "What brings all of you to this country? Are you here for the festival as well?"  

[Nykromantyk]

"There's not much to do in the highlands during the winter, and yes" Bodb smiled as Tygyrnach pulled a large turrnip out of Bodb's pocket  

[Minnta Aloripma]

“Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves.”

With the exception of the french woman, the other Europeans were making Alessandra feel rather short since she had to look up at least tiny bit at the Greek and Portuguese people, and a whole lot at the Scotsman. She shrugs in reply to the Greeks question of her reasons for being in the country, not really having one she wished to share.

“For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure.”
-Anonymous

 

[Nykromantyk]

Bodb turned to Alessandra "Don't feel bad, even in my home land I'm taller than everyone else, average hight for males there is about 6'5", females is 5'4'." the scottsman smiled as he knealt down  

[Miss Cider]

[Okay, I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't like first person, but I just can't continue doing third...]
"I never said that I was not here for politics. This..." Here, I pause, trying to remember the words for it, "Festival? Yes, that is the word. This festival is a opportune moment to establish trading and... commerce agreements between Greece and China. The king himself is very interested in the fabric they call silk." I take a moment to look closer at everyone. Scotland, France, Portugal, a very mixed group, clearly not traveling together, but not alone- with the exception of the gargantuan redhead.
[Okay, is everyone here with a different motive, or did China invite them to intentually gather all of the Star Born? Also, I was just thinking last night about random stuff, and was wondering: pretty much each star sign has an animal that goes with it, as well as a body part. What if, in addition to the other powers, they could control/have an affinity for those items. For example, Taurus would be the ox/cattle, and the throat/neck.]  

[Nykromantyk]

{sagitarious is the horse and arms}

"So since it seems that none of us are willingly aligned with anyone why don't we band together as one?" Bodb suggested with a smirk

{China brought them all here using the festival as a ruse to capture as many of the 13 star born as they can}  

[Nykromantyk]

"So who's in?" Bodb smirked as he re-mounted his horse  

[Minnta Aloripma]

((Aries is the ram and I think it rules over the head or something.))

“Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves.”

Alessandra frowns and eyes Bodb suspiciously from under her hood. The suggestion was out of the blue and, with her past experience of people fighting to try and control her, made her feel like she was starting to be cornered. "While the suggestion sounds lovely, I must decline.", she responds, her apologetic smile attempting to hide any of her sudden suspicion and the fact that she was now trying to inch away from the group.

“For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure.”
-Anonymous

 

[Tamwynne the elven]

"My allegience is only with my King," said Aurore, bowing, "though I zank you for ze offer." She turned to the Greek, and smiled, allowing a small curtsy. "I am Aurore, nice to meet you, Rhea..."