Flashback Nothing funny (Ricky Maze)

[Orabelle Deepseeker]

Flashback: 47th of Summer, 504


"The nerve! The nerve!" Orabelle screamed as she stumbled around, carrying a bag, she had to fall almost three times today. But it wasn't because of the bag. She was breaking in a new pair of boots, and a long heavy dress her mother insisted she should wear. The silky crimson red dress wasn't only heavy and long, there was a nice corset part that would help shape out her body. Her slinky body did look nice, she had to admit... but she couldn't breath! She honestly thought there was no point in wearing it.

"Brianne!" Orabelle bellowed. She was calling her hard-headed sister. The two only knew each other for a short period and already the two were bumping heads. It seemed to always be a contest, and today's was who could get home first. The svefran girl stumbled up and down west street, but couldn't remember where her home was. Was it the large stone house or the tall gawky house? Was this even her street! Orabelle couldn't possibly remember.

The heat was bad, her neat bun was beginning to poof and the makeup her mother tried to put on her was sweating off. Orabelle decided to wipe it off anyway with the crimson dress. The scars of sailing were seen on her forehead and cheek. Bad scars, scars she should've been embarrassed of. At this point she wasn't though."Bri... you, you win." She began getting dizzy.


Orabelle was scowled at as she slid down on the ground by a shop window. The heat was getting to her and the corset was becoming tighter. Large gasps of breaths turned into short ones."Bri, you win, just help me!" She tried to reach the back of her dress to loosen the laces, but her arms could only move forward. She began to hate West Street and her sister. She was nothing but a witch, a cunning one who only wanted to see her suffer."You hateful bitch..." They were her last words before she closed her eyes.

[Ricky Maze]

Click click click click did the sounds of paws make against the cobblestone within the West Street area of Zeltiva, Odis had taken to wonder just a little bit ahead of Ricky which made the fisherman wonder if investing in a leash would be good. He’d likely have his answer real soon considering the dog made a discovery of young woman sitting down, the red dress was what likely drew his attention first hand rather than the woman alone but once the dots were connected Odis found himself motivated to check her out. The thoughts the dog likely had been; red, woman, sit, investigate! Thus the clicks went from repetitive pattern to a hastened cycle that carried across the street until at last the dog arrived, a few sniffs around the ladies hands to start off with.

From there Odis’ nose travelled onward and up as his curiosity led him to her face, a few sniffs from his wet nose told him she was somehow angry yet tired out. "Hrnnrrnnnn." He whined lowly as he looked behind to see his master had started to catch up, the dog took to bully her face with kisses in attempt to stir the woman that just sat there.

"Odis boy! Down!" Ricky called out as he was in distance to call out to the dog without shouting to the whole city; the dog merely stopped his notion to lick the girls face clean and turned to his master. The fisherman that’d been dressed in the usual white cotton vest and green linen pants he wore wasn’t far from them now, able to see that Odis discovered somebody who looked to be unconscious.

"Arr arr, arrruff!" The dog barked with a tail wag that hardly showed much excitement or energy, rather more so stiffer as his manner of bark showed protectiveness towards his master. Yet the bark was actually to his master in this case, so could that mean Odis barked for the safety of this girl?

The answer became clear once Ricky finally got there to see for himself, the girl appeared nearly out of it for some odd reason. "Oh shyke! What’s ‘appened boy?" Ricky looked to the dog as he knelt beside the lady in the crimson dress, Odis of course demonstrated what he discovered in the means of “dog communication” towards Ricky.

"Rrurrrr." The dog growled lightly as he sat down on his bottom with mouth wide open, what came next would’ve usually made the fisherman laugh had it been something meant for fun. Odis flung his head up and let himself fall over to his side as though he were playing dead, a paw brought up to his nose as he laid on the ground to go along with the act.

"She dead?!"

"Rurrr!" The dog got up then and went over to the woman, nose pointed towards her bosom first and then brought up to the tip of her nose.

"Shyke…." He wasn’t sure what to make out of it, apart from the fact his dog knew well enough to figure out she couldn’t breathe. Yet he’d never helped anybody with breathing issues in as far as the situation goes, he had to do something though if he were to help her out. "Lassie, lassie can ya hear me?" It was his first thought that came into reaction, see if he could get a stir out of her. That is if Odis’ slobbery kisses didn’t do so to begin with, should she remain unresponsive even to him then Ricky would definitely have to find the source of the problem.

[Orabelle Deepseeker]

Organelle sat slumped. Her hands were at her side, pulling at her dress, yet she was doing no damage. The crimson dress had gotten tighter. Squeezing her ribs and lungs. She was losing breath faster and faster by the chime! Syna, your sun has brought Joy to me but could you turn the beams down. She thought to herself as beads of sweat began sliding down her mocha skin.

The teenager's eyes shot, then opened; again, shut then opened. The last time her beautiful blue eyes opened she spot a yellow dog approaching her. The foreign animals examined her before rapidly barking and alerting its owner."Help me..." She had spoken in Fratavan, common slipped her mind."Please." Orabelle's eyes remained shut.

His licks cooled her off. More, more. She wanted to beg. But all she could do is raise her frail hand and pat the dogs nose. A smiled curled on her lips and she was beginning to feel a lot better than before.

When her eyes opened she found herself staring at a young male. It was hard to tell if he were a boy or a man but he was obviously older then her.He seemed to be in more panick than her and wanted to help. If she didn't feel like she was to die in the next chime, Orabelle would not, could not ask the man (or boy) to do what she needed him to do. Which was to rip her dress and rip the corset.

Orabelle grabbed his hand and pulled herself up." My back!" She manage to tell him in common before flipping over on her stomach.

[Ricky Maze]

Let it not be said that Ricky was always a man of modesty when it came to respecting women and their boundaries, the fact he’d been taught to do so by both Burt and Odis in his childhood days likely the influence of his perspective today. With the odd sense of humorous fate today he was somehow likely going to get to, literally, tear off the clothes of woman, and that straightforward gave him the tingly chills that created apprehension to his thought. With a mind drawing a big blank towards her two words, the first thought that came to mind was that she wanted a massage. A massage for crying out loud. Right here in the middle of the city where she’s clearly having problems breathing… 'ow do Oi get caught up in t’ese t’ings? He rolled his eyes to the sky as he looked his dog, the current Odis in his life at the moment, with an odd interest at the dog. Before he’d seem to have pointed out the issue with the girl, now the dog just rolled around on his back with both forepaws continuously brought up to his nose. Whether he was rubbing itches off both back and nose or enacting what this girl likely felt, Ricky could only shake his head a few times as he tried to collect himself proper.

"Um, pardon me if de dress costs a fortune…" He gulped as he gripped where it’s edge was between her shoulder blades, the smooth mocha skin color rather warm due to the tightness of her clingy dress. His rough hands wouldn’t have much trouble ripping the fabric apart just a little, as he’d hoped a slight tear would bring the much needed ease she sought. No good it seems. Ricky knew upon simple observation her slim frame was being compressed under not just the fabrics of the dress, but within a body binding accessory many ladies had to wear these days. Corsets were beyond him and their usage, though easily grasped, seemed unnecessary to the fisherman. How he was supposed to get this one loose or off of her, that went far over his border of knowledge in that regards. One he’d never had to wear one nor really knew anybody that did, and two he’d never really spent much time with a woman to get that far… as far as mutual relations and needs were concerned anyway.

In short he froze without any real motivation to move his hands, and he developed a sweat of his own from the sudden pressure he fell in. He felt as though he were a doctor performing some operation of a sort, an operation that he knew nothing about and clearly needed the guidance of a more experienced person to go through with this. "So…" He tried to keep calm as he attempted to make light of the humor in this moment, unsure if she would find this rather funny or not. "Any ideas on ‘ow t’ remove dis t’ing?" He mused cynically as he felt pretty sure that he likely came of rather stupid to her just now, but there wasn’t much else he could do unless she just wanted the whole damn thing shredded. Ricky would have to be keen to openly interpret whatever words came out of her mouth next, in the event he was to either loosen or rip this corset open.

[Orabelle Deepseeker]

This was all Brianne's fault. The evil hag was out to get Orabelle since she first arrived in Zeltiva. She was raised as the only child and wanted to keep it that way. The last thing Brianne wanted to do is share her spotlight with her older sister. The svefran could of sworn she heard Brianne mentioning a dress that was "too large" for her to wear the night.before. Although the girls were three years apart, Brianne's body developed at the same pace as Orabelle's. Already the young preteen developed a beautiful figure. One Orabelle had envied. Anyways, the dress was very expensive and had been shipped to Zeltiva from Ahnatep for Brianne. She did something to this dress and I was force to wear it! She wanted jump up right now and accuse her sister of thus minor crime. But she could barely move and Brianne was,no where around."How did I get caught up?" She repeated back."An evil sister and my mother's servants tying it on that's how!" She tried not to lose,her breath as she talked.

"It did, half of my step-father's seasonal salary. But it wasn't meant for me in the first place! RIP IT!" She tried to sit up again and catch get breath. With her back turned toward Ricky, she revealed the multiple silk laces running up and down the back. Orabelle had to admit, the dress was very beautiful. Crimson was her least favorite shade of red but the silk it was,made of had given it a lovely sheen. It had ridged ends and poofy sleeves. Orabelle thought if it were a little loose and didn't frame her body -or nearly killed her- it would be the perfect dress to a casual event.

Glancing back, she realized he had no idea what to do. He was not a lady and didn't seem like he were too into this kind of fashion. She couldn't blame him either. This was a lot, too much for a normal person to even walk around in."Cut it." Orabelle said flat out." Cut it like a rope. It's silk so that won't be too hard to do." Her words were barely a mutter, she was losing her breath fast.

[Ricky Maze]

Ricky’s eyebrows elevated a little when she’d asked how did she get caught up, right when he’d just had the same thought no less, and even more when she’d gestured for him to rip the dress because it wasn’t hers to begin with. Such a strange young beauty she was but certainly one he wouldn’t want to cross anytime in the future, by the looks of it she’d be dangerous to piss off if she wasn’t losing her breath. The next in the instruction was to cut the strands of the corset, yet how would he do that without a knife? He hadn’t such tools with him unless he were fishing, and he’d already done that early today to get a good start. He took a moment to think, and then looked over to Odis who’d been sitting there waiting. He waited and watched and finally after Ricky looked to Odis a tail wag swept the spot he sat at, Dem canines! His look sharpened on Odis’ muzzle, basically the dog’s teeth, and then the idea finally hit him.

"Odis boy, come!" He gestured for the dog to come over and of course the mutt did so eagerly, and before he did anything with the dog he made sure to make his intent clear with the girl before anything happened. "Just relax lassie and know me dog ain’t gonna bite, ye’ll feel some tuggin’ but bear wit’ dat an’ we’ll get dis’ corset off." He assured her before a look to Odis, he brought a finger before the dog’s nose and pointed it to the silk strands of the corset. "See dis boy? See the strings?" The dog sniffed at them for a moment, then looked to his master curiously. "Tear ‘em off boy! Tear em off!" He enthused as he gently placed a hand on the girls back, the other hand used to try and tug at the top reaches of the strands.

"Rrrrurr!" He gave a low soft bark and snapped at the strands, then pulled what he’d ensnared between his teeth, and didn’t stop at it while his master encouraged it.

"Dat’s it, good boy." Ricky tried to sound enthusiastic but the amount of effort it snapping these strands proved difficult with just a few fingers, had he a knife then certainly he would’ve been able to cut them without a problem. Finally the sounds of fabric tearing started to follow, short in only a length of a tick or two, until at last Odis’ teeth worked the wonder of ripping one of the strands loose. "Dere it is! Good boy! Good boy Odis!" He encouraged as he took over where the dog left off, he had to unravel the lacing of the strands until the corset practically ceased its tight hug around her frame and released the girl from her fabric prison. Once that had been done he made sure to pet the dog and give another few good encouragements for listening to his master.

"Sorry ‘bout de dress lassie, den again Oi’d imagine ya be glad t’ finally breathe again." He mused with a soft chuckle as he extended a hand, he hadn’t stood straight yet thus would help the girl rise to his feet when he did so.

[Orabelle Deepseeker]

What's taking so long?, she thought to herself,I'm dying! There was a strange look she shared with the dog as she glanced up. Orabelle isn't familiar with land animals, and she's only seen a few dogs so far in Zeltiva. Most being strays. This one wasn't like the other dogs she'd encounter. He looked just as smart as she was, and judging by all those little tricks he was doing earlier, he knew a few things. Who is teaching him all this? It was the first question running through her mind. Was he a kelvic? She had met a few of those too and they're just animals with human brains and body forms (at least that's what she thought)."You're. Dog. It's. Smart." She told him in short breaths, speaking in very choppy sentences. The girl didn't know when to just relax, she was in so much panick right now all she wanted to do was talk. Talk, and talk, and talk until she was loose. But she couldn't talk without losing the air from her very lungs.


He's calling the dog, why is he calling the dog!"Why. Are. You. Calling. The dog?" She asked once again in a short pattern. What the Laviku was the dog going to do? Lick the corset off?"Bite. Me-" She couldn't get the rest out, finally, she was losing her breath. All she could do now is watch. Orabelle rested her head on the floor waiting for something to happen.


Snap. All of a sudden she felt free. Orabelle began gasping and sucking in as much air as she could at once. While doing it she sat up and watched the man praise his dog. It almost reminded her of the way she would praise her tavans after they'd round up fish for the pod or do something amazing. She missed her tavans so much right now."Thank you!" She stopped gasping for air and smiled at the man. Orabelle placed a hand on the dog's head and began to pat him."You scared me for a second! But thank you too! I could just kiss you for saving my life!" She told the dog with a big grin.


"You imagined right." She turned back towards the man."It's too got to wear something like this. But my mother insisted, class is very important to her although I don't know why." Orabelle shook her head before putting a hand out."Orabelle Deepseeker."

[Ricky Maze]

The praise the woman gave to Ricky and Odis both as it led to a bit of a relieved and happy smile on the fisherman’s face, Odis gave a bit of an ecstatic bark and proceeded to lick the palm of the young woman’s hand when she patted him. To Ricky it was a bit adorable to watch really, the dog played a part in being someone’s hero just now. Without the dog the woman would’ve surely struggled to breathe a little longer, and Ricky doubted she could’ve handled any further delay in the demand for fresh air. He gave a bit of a hearty chuckle when she returned the statement he made about the dress, a gentle grasp of her hand as he treated her more fairly than the regular man. To him greeting a woman didn’t exactly call for delicacy but well enough deserved a softer approach, whereas when he would greet another man he would be more firm in his approach yet still hold a subtle demeanor.

"Ricky Maze, but yew can call me Ricky ‘r just Rick f’r dat matter." He introduced himself humbly before a hand was brought down to reveal the dog once more. "Dis ‘ere be me boy Odis, a companion Oi’m ‘appy t’ ‘ave roun’." He gestured with a nod as a sort of assurance, due to the fact that his dog did after all prove very much helpful in the earlier present situation.

"Rur!" Odis barked with a wild tongue that dangled about, his tail gleefully swept the spot of the street he sat on.

"T’ make a point lassie Oi don’t worry ‘bout class much as dat really falls int’ politics, Oi’d rather avoid any form o’ politics when it comes t’ dis city." He shared with a few pats and rubs on the dogs head, he finally took a full stand as he faced Orabelle once more. She could likely notice that while Ricky would look at her, he would very well avoid any means of direct eye contact. Though probably noticeable it was a behavior some in general took as normal, maybe even natural, yet if one knew Ricky well enough they would learn his reason behind such behavior. It was something of the sort in a relation to a truth, one that would only be uncovered later afterwards when one further knew Ricky.

"So since Oi ‘ad de ‘onors o’ ruinin’ dat dress Oi take it Oi’m de one responsible t’ escort ya ‘ome?" He offered with a bit of a smirk, it was a gesture of courtesy seeing as how this poor woman had to suffer her ordeal.

[Orabelle Deepseeker]

Orabelle could thank the man and his dog all day. But there was more then a breeze brushing against her back. The whole back of the dress was torn now, lucky for her she was wearing supporting undergarments. But soon they would fall because the complicated laced corset was entangled with them. She had to get home and change quickly, although walking around topless did not phase her. The svefran blood that ran strong in her blood, and her heritage would've made it very easy to just walk around naked. She could see her mother scolding it for her though, so she restrained herself. She didn't know the man in front of her at all. So that kind of helped too."Heh." She smiled at the dog as he licked her hand. She was finally able to breath and talk now, thank Laviku.


"Nice to meet you Ricky. You have quite the accent." She didn't have the chance to tell him that before."Odis! How cute." She couldn't help but run a hand down the dogs head gently."I'm not use to land animals. Including dogs. We didn't have much need for them in the suvans." She knelt down and kissed the dogs nose,"I guess they're pretty cool animals."


She shook her head, crossing her arms."Tell that to my mother and her husband. They're all about class and I think it's because they're eypharians. I'm only part and it doesn't feel like a big difference, but it is." Eypharian cared a lot about their social standings. Orabelle stood up tall. For a young fourteen year-old girl, she was rather tall. As she gazed at the man, she noticed he wasn't even looking at her. It was irritating her that he wasn't looking at her at all and her almost annoyed expression showed that."Hey-" She cut herself short."Never mind..."


"Oh, that would be nice." She looked around." If I remembered where home is." Orabelle blushed a bit, embarrassed. She hasn't been there long and couldn't recognize anything.

[Ricky Maze]

Ricky chuckled inadvertently as he was told he had quite an accent, rather amused to think he did have such a thing when it seemed as though it were the natural way to speak the Common Tongue. "Got it fr’m me Pa an’ Uncle." He mused with a hearty grin as she then addressed Odis afterwards, he found it all the more interesting to watch her interact as the dog excitedly loved up to her with slobbery kisses and a overly wild tail wags. She seemed to be Svefran then, a type of person he wasn’t all too familiar with exactly, but knew well enough to be revered sailors and water gypsies of a sort. It always interested him to meet these people as he hadn’t fully learned the story behind their culture, only the basics of their origins which appeared to be somewhere called the Suvan Sea.

The comment on her parents thinking social status mattered made Ricky snicker just a bit, a nod followed in amusement as he showed to understand that parents sometimes felt that way. His dad was the one who raised him to be a fisherman after all, even when Ricky thought to become a sailor himself one day, Burt always made sure to keep Ricky’s sights set towards Zeltiva and their home before long. Once he then lost his father to the sea, which was when Ricky finally felt sure that he didn’t wish to become a sailor. When Orabelle seemed to take him up on his offer to escort her he gave a hearty smile towards the girl, surprisingly she stood just about to his chest which marked an above average height for the girls age. Though Ricky had always been sort of a giant to some, since he grew up not only the son of a fisherman.

"Rur Rur! Rur!" Odis charged around the two of them ecstatically with energy and Ricky couldn’t help but laugh, curious to figure out where she might’ve been staying at he thought it better to inquire her first before they went off.

"Before we go d’ ya know where yer place is, a name t’ go by at least? Oi’d t’ink ye’re stayin’ at the World’s End Grotto if yer only ‘ere f’r so long, but judgin’ by de fact ye’re wearin fancy clothes Oi’d say ya live ‘ere. So… Yer ‘ouse is probably located in de Old Quarter near de Universtiy, unless yer parents t’ought to live ‘ere on West Street somewhere." He pointed out with some thoughts out loud, pretty sure that the places she possibly lived in were narrowed down a few. It would mainly fall to her to figure out where since Ricky only knew the locations well enough, were he capable of knowing exactly where her house was then surely the need for asking wouldn’t have been aroused. Once the she would come to find an answer, or a guess that was probably close to accurate, Ricky would be kind enough to hold his arm out for her. It was done so in the manner of an escort, a man who acted proper towards others and treated them with respect.

Though unsure about taking her to wherever she chose he was pretty determined to see that she found her home once again, he did after all owe her for being the one to rip apart that crimson dress she worked hard to breathe in. His lead towards the destination would be soft as he knew where it was in general, but he remained more so considerate that they may find it sooner or later than he would anticipate. Therefore rushing to look for this place wouldn’t do him any good, besides it wouldn’t hurt to engage in conversation and enjoying the walk back home now would it?