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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 11:21:27 GMT -5
puns and dad jokes go hand in hand obviously
woooo! glad to be of service! i'll get to work on a reply then, so we can keep this muse train rolling~
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 11:23:38 GMT -5
as a father of roughly 200 children + multiple cats, i get plenty of practice in 10/10
ayyy take your time bro!! im working on responses for other places. we got the muse tonight (well, this evening) bruhh
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 11:43:58 GMT -5
my reply might be a little late ^^; i'm getting some lunch (if you can call a bowl of baked beans lunch that is) and it's a touch difficult to eat and type at the same time
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 11:45:46 GMT -5
'late' there's no deadline bruh LULS ive gotta...eventually get food anyway so dont sweat at all d:
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 13:09:18 GMT -5
Levy eyed him, wariness ebbing, giving way to curiosity. Ari. That was a surprisingly cute name for a shark merman. She hadn’t expected it. Then again, it sounded like he’d been surprised by her name. Even if it was just a little. Easing into a more comfortable position, Levy hopped up onto the railing, crossing her ankles and digging her fingers into the worn wood.
“It is because I’m pale, yes. My people are known for being disturbingly lacking in color. It… Scares people, they don’t like the way we look.” Ghost was only one of the many names attributed to the Leesh Romani. Corpse People. Snow Phantoms. Bloodless. The Dead Ones. ‘Ghost’, Levy decided, was one of the more mild of the list. She wasn’t fooled into believing its connotation was meant to be cute, friendly even. To pirates, the nickname was more or less a descriptor. Stating the obvious. To others… Well, there was a reason her people were few and far between these days.
“The Deep, huh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She wondered, briefly, if it was anything like the north. If the name was anything to go by, Levy imagined it to be a cold, dark place where sunlight couldn’t stretch its fingers. Gold lettering stretched across her mind’s eye: Tales Of The Deep. The mere memory of the book and its contents gave her chills. Squid mermaids the size of mountains. Others with rows of teeth and bodies that glowed. Being called ‘something from the Deep’ had to be a bad thing if everything from the Deep looked like a nightmare made real.
Levy breathed a heavy sigh, the kind that left her lungs empty. This was weird. The more she talked to Ari the more… Human he seemed. The whole thing felt wonky and wrong, a dream seeping into reality drip by drop. Maybe that was exactly what was happening. I’m asleep. I have to be. I’ve fallen asleep and now I’m talking to a mermaid and I━ That wasn’t true. She knew she wasn’t asleep; Ari had spoken to her earlier. He’d called her pale and not a real pirate. So why was she making excuses?
Because he’s more human than you thought.
It was hard enough for Levy to treat animals like animals, but to treat someone like Ari like an animal? It was unforgivable. If the gods her mother told her stories of were real they’d be disgusted with her right now. Appalled, even. She was no better than━ No. No, she wouldn’t go there. She wouldn’t compare herself to them.
Zoned out, the sound of Ari’s voice brought Levy back to reality, dredging her up from the pits of her imagination. What he said, however, only made her feel worse.
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” she apologized, “You’re right. I’ve never met a mermaid before. You’re kinda my first. Most of these guys━” she gestured to the ship as though her crewmates were in plain sight “━were born and raised out here. Until a while ago, the closest I’d ever come to the ocean were drawings. Hawke keeps telling me that pirates should only care about themselves, otherwise people will walk all over us.” You’re ranting. Reel it in.
“What I’m trying to say is: I treated you like a fish because I thought you were a fish.” She took a breath, collecting herself, her thoughts, and looking for a subject change. Anything to keep her from launching into another meandering rant about being a pirate and not being a pirate and fish and not fish. “Ari, right? You said you’re solitary and a wanderer, right? Is there… Is there any particular reason for that?” Okay, this was good. Hopefully this topic would be enough to keep Levy from the darker parts of her imagination; the parts that liked to conjure up images of death and despair and guilt.
She wondered what being a wandering mermaid must be like, if it was anything like being a Romani. It couldn’t be incredibly similar if he was alone. Levy couldn’t fathom wandering all by herself, she’d always had her caravan to keep her company, to teach her and entertain her. Why anyone would choose to travel alone was beyond her comprehension. If not dangerous, the experience sounded… Lonely. It brought to mind another question: had Ari always been alone? She’d heard of ferals hunting and travelling in pods. Did Ari have a pod? Or had it always been just him?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:13:46 GMT -5
don't sweat about length, dude <: i don't mind. fluctuating post lengths keeps things interesting & i understand shorter posts so don't worry! as long as i'm not given like, two lines we're all good here <: especially since there's not a huge amount going on aside from getting to know each-other
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 13:24:01 GMT -5
my next post is going to be "levy smiled and nodded and then shrugged."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:29:35 GMT -5
im going to end ur life i swear
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 13:32:30 GMT -5
>:3c you get to do all the heavy-lifting while i just sit back and watch. oh? ari's experiencing a range of emotions and contemplating multiple ideas? yeah, well levy just nodded!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:38:38 GMT -5
im crying i actually had a roleplay like that before and it made me cry i was like 'pls help' and they were like 'what do u want me to do' and honestly...................im pretty sure i quit the forums for like, straight up two months or something stupid. idr if it was these forums or the old official one but like. IT'S HAPPENED AND IT MAKES ME SOb all day everyday
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:42:12 GMT -5
The human moved as humans often did; with little grace. There was only so much they could do on legs and on land, he supposed, though he knew that being graceful was not impossible. Perhaps just a little more challenging. Then again, he wasn't the most graceful amongst the mermaid - perhaps even elegant when moving by human standards, but too quick for mermaids. He was someone who liked to go fast, which meant cutting corners on swimming properly.
"Well, I suppose we're in the same boat," a slender eyebrow raised and he smiled again. Even among the mermaids he was something of a runt, perhaps. No claws, smaller fangs, too human-like. It was interesting to know that humans hated other humans for stupid things. Maybe all creatures did it - he wouldn't be surprised. Levy's question about the Deep made his smile widen, flashes of white canines showing in the moonlight. They were sharp as could be, made for tearing the flesh of fish. "The Deep is dangerous, so it's bad. Cold and hopeless, only the strongest survive. It's home to weird things. Pups are taught about it from a young age, taught not to misbehave otherwise they'll be sent there. There are fish that could eat a mermaid whole, even a large one."
Ari wrinkled his nose a little at the thought. Mermaids were...not cannibals, by nature. Even the larger sharks wouldn't touch domestic mermaids for food, it was just basic decency. But some strayed, as he expected humans did, and the mermaids of the Deep were likely like that. He'd heard nothing but horror, after all. He doubted that the mermaids there were civilised, that they would be closer to any stories about mermaids that humans had heard.
He blinked and watched the woman with some curiosity, but could not make sense of her thought process. Ari had never been the best at reading others, not really - but he'd thought that humans would be easier to read. So far, all he could understand was from their words, something that merfolk did not often utilise. Body language was key, and yet the humans didn't seem to use it aside from the subtleties. It was interesting, but also extraordinarily frustrating.
"It's okay," he chewed his thumbnail lightly, flicked his tail-tip lightly, "you are forgiven. I see. I'd heard that humans born on ships were used to the idea of mermaids like me," he tilted his head to the side, "rarities, never to be seen because we live deeper than our domestic counterpart, yes? Correct me if I'm wrong, though."
It was entirely possible (and likely) that he had been misinformed. After all, the clicks and whistles varied from region to region, and Ari was in a region that he was not native to. That meant that his version of the mer tongue versus the language of the mer around him meant that some information was lost in translation. Not too much, but enough for him to hold the possibility of being entirely wrong. Hell, the mer tongue could vary from species - a shark mermaid like himself could speak in different ways to a seal mermaid. That was how life went.
"And now you know that I'm not a fish," he laughed quietly, a softer, more melodic sound than his speaking voice. "Mm, reasoning," he flicked his gaze up and squinted at the sky. The stars were dotted seemingly at random, but he could pick up some of the constellations. Miriam's Regret was one of them. It was a story of a mermaid who fell in love with a human, if he recalled correctly; she later went on to lose her tail to a witch. It was not a love story, but a tragedy. The constellation depicted the moment she lost her legs. It was sad. "I wanted to explore, I think. That was my goal. I wanted to go back to my pod at some point, you know? I thought they'd stay around forever, but I was wrong."
He'd found a trail of blood, had dismissed it as someone being wounded, and had turned away. Ari didn't know if his pod was still alive or if they were healthy, or if it had just been one hurt, but he hadn't wanted to find out. Besides - they'd left their homeland. They'd had a head start on Ari if they had been migrating, so he decided that it was best not to follow. Best to stay alone.
"Some mermaids are born solitary. The smaller a mermaid, the more likely they are to have an instinct to be a wanderer. It's safer for us. You were right, before, when you said I was small," something in his smile was a little more twisted, more akin to pain, but he didn't think that humans could see very well in the dark. "It might be an instinctive thing to want to be alone, I think, for me. It wasn't for any particular reason, just...I wanted to see the world and have freedom."
Ari wondered, sometimes, if it had been a mistake.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 13:43:49 GMT -5
that sounds like a nightmare, honestly. but, weirdly enough, i've encountered the opposite problem before. i rped with this person who would post like legit 1k but it would all be completely useless?? like, it was all introspective with maybe a line or two of actual action. i ended up skimming through paragraphs of convoluted metaphors and lengthy flashbacks to find a single line of dialogue or SOMETHING to work with. it was... awful.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:48:07 GMT -5
im crying?? that's happened to me too and sometimes i panic and go OH GOD, WHAT IF IM DOING THAT and then i cry for approximately 10 hours
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 13:54:31 GMT -5
i try to avoid doing that. all the time. because it was so annoying!
and ooomg. they would legitimately take days to reply because they wanted their post to be 1k or over. it was. frustrating. i'll take a paragraph of purely action and dialogue over three pages of NOTHING any day. don't get me wrong tho! i like backstory and seeing a character's thought process. it just gets tedious when that's all i get!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:57:20 GMT -5
i love being fed tidbits of backstory but when im being told six hundred times about the same thing im like 'okay.......thats enough now'
i try to avoid doing things i hate but sometimes i do
(but at least i only sometimes take days bc im lazy and not bc i want my posts to be 1k and over oml)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 14:08:29 GMT -5
same. i learn what i hate about how some people rp and then i avoid that!
but i'm not sure which i hate more? getting like one or two sentences or 50 paragraphs of nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 14:09:43 GMT -5
hmmmm
i think i dislike the one-liners bc at least w the big nothings i can improvise and bs. im a pro bs-er
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 14:23:13 GMT -5
that's true. with one-liners you eventually run out of ideas and have to start writing one-liners yourself or just drop the whole altogether.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 14:28:41 GMT -5
tbH!! i like more bc at least it gives me room to bs luls.......i bs anyway but like. u know. U KNOW!!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 15:23:51 GMT -5
There was a flash of white against the dark. Levy made out the glint of teeth. A fresh ripple of fear unfurled in the pit of her stomach. She’d been getting too comfortable. The situation was dangerous in more ways than one. The glimmer of teeth was an admonition, a warning, to keep her distance; even if that wasn’t how Ari had meant it.
Mention of the Deep posed a reminder of the north. Dangerous. Cold. Hopeless. Where only the strongest survived. Funny, Levy had never considered herself the strongest. She’d been a pudgy child chasing snowflakes, bundled in layers of bright reds and blues and yellows, easy to spot in the bleak landscape. It was laughable now, remembering it. If the north and the Deep were comparable at all then it was a wonder Levy had made it this far.
Her lips quirked into a smirk, just a tiny one. “Does that mean you’re scared of me, then? If I look like something from the Deep I must truly be terrifying.” That would be the day.
She shrugged the thought away as Ari continued. “From what I’ve heard, you’re the first feral mer we’ve seen in a few months. And the first this ship has ever caught this far from any shore.” Hawke had been thrilled by the news, she remembered. Three days ago, he’d been all but vibrating with excitement from Ari’s capture.
“The things we could buy,” he’d said, “if we sell him, we could take a break. A small vacation of sorts. If only it had been bigger. A big shark might have set us for life. But it’ll do for now.” Then he’d broken away from that thought, travelling along the tangent of supposed mermaid luck. That route hadn’t excited Hawke so much as intrigued him, it seemed. He dubbed it ‘superstitious nonsense’, but Levy heard him mention that nonsense every now and again.
Something about mermaid luck managed to fascinate her as well. She couldn’t put her finger on why, however. Just that it did.
Her gaze drifted skyward, seeking out the stars as she was prone to do. She quirked an eyebrow, a frown pursing her lips, “What happened to your pod? Did you lose them?” Momentarily, she wondered if mentioning it had hit a sore spot. This time, Levy made a point to focus only on Ari. There was no sense in allowing herself to think about that past. All it did was open old wounds. Ones that were better left as scars, she was sure.
“Sorry if… That’s not something you want to talk about. I get it. It’s hard to lose people that are close to you. But I understand wanting to be free. That’s why I’m here! No one in the world is freer than a pirate! We can go where we like and do whatever we please. There’s plenty of people chasing after us, of course, but that just adds to the adventure!” Her frown dissolved, spreading into a grin bright enough to rival the sun. For all her complaining, Levy really did love being a pirate. She loved the open seas and travelling the world. There were still so many things she didn’t know. So many places she had yet to explore. It was dangerous and exciting and new and it was all there for the taking, she just had to reach out and grab it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 16:48:59 GMT -5
The concept of being scared by a human of all things made Ari laugh again, resting his elbow on the edge of the tank and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. There was a slight bite of pain because the surface was not meant to be leaned on, but he wanted to stay above water with minimal effort.
"No, you're like a baby from the upper ends of the Deep," he couldn't keep the amusement from his tone. "I see, though. You wouldn't have caught me if I had been awake," he raised both eyebrows and shifted his weight uncomfortably. He'd have to drop down soon - his arms were aching and there was a sort of bone-deep tiredness that came from the event of the past few days. Being caught had been a chore, and he'd bruised his tail a little when trying to escape. It was just something that happened. "Unlucky for me."
A mistake on his behalf - that was what it was. The pirates had caught him and that was that! But it was good to know that his life wasn't set to end just yet. He would probably be sold on, that was what humans were like and Levy had confirmed some things, so it was...fine. He was fine. He'd figure something out eventually - it was just a matter of what he'd do with himself. There was no way to bask in the sun without being belly-up (and he hated that), there was only the little food he was being given to by Levy (which he was grateful for), and he had nothing to do. No pretty stones to turn into jewelry, no seaweed to weave when he was bored, nothing to hunt and nowhere to swim around. He had already mapped out the large expanse of his tank and he had run out of things to do. Talking to this human was the highlight of the week, really.
"It's...fine," he said slowly. "I don't know what happened to them - I lost them, quite literally. We used to live in a coral reef, of sorts, but..." he swallowed, "when I went back after my first exploration, they were gone. Very little trace. I didn't want to track them, so I didn't? I felt like something bad would happen if I tried, so I went in the opposite direction. That was...wow, that was twelve years ago, I think."
That was a long time, though perhaps not by mermaid standards. He'd been just an adult then, and he was a young adult now. Not much had changed, really. He'd slimmed down a lot, gained more freckles. Gained more scars. The usual.
"Well," he laughed, "I think I might've been freer than a pirate, at one point. Nothing to tie me down. Now, though," he tapped the glass of the tank with his knuckles. "It's boring. You should talk to me more, little ghost," instead of how he'd heard the pirates refer to the girl as by this, he chose it as something like a friendly term. "Mermaids are social creatures. And when we're not socialising, then we're basking in the sun, and to be quite honest, I can't do that - so you should entertain me instead. Fair's fair."
( this only took so long bc i was staring at a blank page while talking to friends im so sorry? but yes this is........short (tm) ) |
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 17:13:05 GMT -5
it's fine~ it's fine~ i do that sometimes too. i gotta poof for a bit to wash some dishes, but afterwards i'll get to work on a reply. i promise <3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 17:16:38 GMT -5
gotta go smalllllllllll
okay bro!!
i miiight vanish at some point bc my bf invited me to play overwatch so naturally i Gotta but thats not for an hour
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 17:24:17 GMT -5
aight! so what are you're thoughts on skipping to morning and having them arrive at the free isles? i was thinking of doing that in my next post to keep things from getting stale, unless you wanna have the honors~
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 17:27:52 GMT -5
you can 100% skip and if u think a scene needs turning over then aLWAYS go for it!! i dont mind at all omg bc i will 100% do it and then forget to tell u bc im terrible 0/10 would not recommend LULS
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 17:33:22 GMT -5
yeeeeeeeeeeee! alright, i'll get to work on that~ it might take a little bit so don't worry if i poof into thin air!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 20:29:09 GMT -5
Something twisted in Levy’s gut, cutting worse than a dagger to her innards.
Twelve years ago. “Twelve years ago?” She swallowed, barely managing to hide her pain behind a counterfeit laugh, “What a coincidence, I lost my family twelve years ago, too.” Her voice was tight, strained. She promised herself she wouldn’t think about it. She pushed the memories away and down down down where they couldn’t get her. Had he forgotten his mother’s face too? Twelve years will do that to you.
Levy straightened her glasses, combed her fingers through her hair.
“I should probably get some sleep. I’ll… I’ll make an effort to entertain you more, Ari. Though I don’t know if our definitions of ‘entertaining’ match up. What’s entertaining to you might be… Well, something else to me.” That said, Levy waved her goodbyes and carried off her lantern and bag, disappearing back into the belly of the ship.
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The ship docked at exactly noon in the port city of Nawako. Below and above deck swarmed with activity, not an ounce of peace and quiet was spared. The air buzzed with lightning excitement. Conversations of gold and riches bloomed amongst Levy’s crewmates; conversations she wasn’t keen to join in on. Some part of her was eager to hang back, to see if she could convince Hawke that not only was Ari worthless, but that he was also hindrance. Hours devoted to carefully constructing her argument showed in the deep shadows beneath her eyes.
“He’s too small,” she would say, “no one will be interested. The real money is in the big ones.”
And then Captain Hawke would say, “Someone will buy him.”
“That may be true, but why waste our time and resources for a few measly coins,” she would eloquently counter. “It’s not worth it, we might as well just let him go.”
“Still,” Captain Hawke would retort, “he might serve some use as a good luck charm. We’ll find treasure in abundance with him on board.”
“I don’t disagree, but why bother to begin with? I say he’s more trouble than he’s worth. What if he turns aggressive, hmm? What if he takes someone’s arm off? He's dangerous on top of being high maintenance.”
To which Captain Hawke would reply, “You’ve got a point, Levy. What a clever one you are. I’ll tell the men to throw him overboard immediately! Gently, of course. I know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Who was she kidding? Levy’d have an easier time sawing her own arm off with a spoon than she would convincing Captain Hawk to set Ari free. She considered doing it herself; hauling Ari out of his tank while the crew slept and tossing him over the side. But that would require equal parts courage and strength, neither of which Levy had in great abundance.
Levy hid herself away, listening to docking preparations from the dark quiet of her room. Silently, she flicked through the pages of Tales Of The Deep. She’d read through a couple of the anthologies. Stories of monsters creating storms big enough to sink entire navies. Of sea gods creating merkind through various affairs (mostly with unwitting girls). There was one story of a mermaid falling in love with a human and giving up her tail to be with him only to discover he was in love with someone else. The stories ranged from tragic to terrifying to both.
None of it soothed Levy.
It was until Seth burst in that she realized her time was up. Any hope she had of convincing Hawke that Ari was a burden rather than an asset was lost.
“C’mon,” Seth beamed, sporting a grin bright enough to shame the sun, “Cap’n wants you up top.” He threw his arm around her shoulders, leading her up the stairs and into the sweltering heat.
“Ah, there’s our ghost,” Levy stiffened to attention at the sound of her Captain’s voice. He stood by Ari’s tank, dressed to impress in a rich viridian doublet embroidered with stiff gold thread and flaunting a hat of equal luxury. If there was one thing Hawke loved it was fancy clothes. He was especially fond of gem encrusted jewelry. Anything that glittered, he wanted.
“Levy, you’ll be joining Jasper, Kasper, and I in finding the Appraiser.” Her heart plummeted. The Appraiser. Ari was doomed.
As well as being an old friend of Hawke’s, Shingan’s Appraiser was famous among pirates. She maintained a vast knowledge of treasures and trinkets and could appoint an object’s value with a single glance. To top it off, her network was unrivalled. You could give her a rock off the street and she’d find a buyer.
Ari’s fate was sealed.
“R-right, sir!” She glanced beyond Hawke, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ari before they set off. No such luck. Maybe it was better that way. Levy wasn’t sure how she’d feel if she saw him now.
Captain Hawke led their quartet down the gang plank and into sprawling labyrinthine streets of Nawako. Broad white silk sails stretched between carved poles shielded vendors from the climbing sun, though not by much. The marketplace was crawling with shoppers, mostly pirates looking to spend their stolen gold on liquor or women or a pair of boots.
Levy stuck close to Hawke, fearing she’d be swept away otherwise. The Captain, on the other hand, cut a path through the crowd, never sparing the market stalls so much as a glance. His mind was made up, Levy could see it in his eyes.
Attempting to distract herself, she debated making conversation with Kasper or Jasper or whichever one was which, but came up short of anything to say. Instead, she stuck to making a valiant effort to stay out of the sunlight; a task that proved easier said than done.
After some twists and turns, they exited the marketplace, disgorging out onto a muddy road hemmed with hobbled-together buildings harboring shady businesses. Prominently displayed signs announced their wares in three or four different languages, none of which were useful to Levy. Sketchy as they looked, the young woman made a note of the few bathhouses they passed. Thankfully, Hawke seemed to know his way well-enough and it wasn’t long before they left behind the shantytown in favor of sturdier buildings.
There was little time for sightseeing before they found themselves standing before a slender building with a round, red-lacquered door engraved with twin dragons. Without hesitating, Hawke rapped twice on the door and waited.
The wait spanned on for ten minutes for a girl (at least five years Levy’s junior, she noted with some surprise) answered the door. Glossy green bangs obscured the girl’s eyes, but Levy could feel her stare like the heat of a fanned ember.
“Miguel Hawke. I swore I'd eat your still-beating heart if I ever saw you again.” An unearthly chill wriggled up Levy’s spine at the sound of the girl’s voice. It was haunting. Nightmarish and heavenly at the same time.
Unperturbed, Hawke pushed passed the girl, stepping inside as though he owned the place. “It’s in the past, Tsuyuga. Consider this a fresh start. We’re in need of your appraisal talents.”
Levy started. This? This girl was the Appraiser? In spite of her otherworldly qualities, she looked to only be fifteen years old. And she didn’t seem to hold Captain Hawke in high esteem.
Tsuyuga whirled, painted lips curling in fury. “You stole from me, Hawke! I demand blood!”
“Yuga, please, not in front of my crew,” He gestured vaguely to Levy, Kasper, and Jasper. She felt Tsuyuga’s gaze fall on her, burning coals on her skin. The Free Isles girl seemed to relax just enough, as though the presence of others were a balm on her rage. After a moment’s thought, the Appraiser offered them a elegant bow before ushering the three inside.
“I’ll do business with them, Hawke,” she snarled, closing the door behind Levy, “Consider it a debt to be paid.” Hawke raised his palms, conceding defeat.
“Kasper, Jasper,” Hawke nodded to the young men, “I’ll leave this in your capable hands.” The Captain stepped between them, draping his arm easily over the twins shoulders and whispered, “Yuga can be bit a difficult to deal with, but I trust you two to… handle making the arrangements. Hm? There’s a good boy.”
{ a few notes:
1. i took a few liberties and threw kasper and jasper in with them, i hope you don't mind
2. if you want to, feel free to rp tsuyuga. if you're not comfortable and would rather leave her up to me, that's fine too it doesn't really matter much to me i'd just like to give you the option
3. sorry this took so long } |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 21:37:19 GMT -5
i will probably respond soon! probably.
i don't mind you throwing in kas & jas, nbd!
huuhhh i'll see how i feel about it once i work on a reply
don't sweat bro, a long time would be like a week or so w/o warning, a few hours is nothing ! dont worry
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 21:47:28 GMT -5
okie doke! just wanna make sure i'm not stepping on your toes, you feel?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 21:51:35 GMT -5
i feel, i feel!! dont worry too much, unless its outright godmod i don't mind too much abt characters being sifted around in a time skip <:
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