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Post by Eislyn on Aug 7, 2017 15:47:37 GMT -8
An unsettled breath shuddered from her open mouth, sweeping over the lips in a fitful urge to escape and reenter. Clean air seemed unreliable, but gained its trust as consciousness drifted into reality. Leafy dark lashes unfurled, lifting to expose deep pools of ebony beneath; the focus of which was unsteady and frolicking between light and shadow.
White fingers spread upon clean sheets snuggled with a warm blanket, a curious scratch of her digit’s tip fiddling with the material as if its comforts were unusual. Dark hair wept from her crown as she stirred and poised herself upright, head turned like a cautious doe that seeks predatory dangers.
The chuckling of metal taunted her as she moved, exposing the length of chain that shackled her ankle to the bedside. Her hand moved to touch it, tug at it, and then listlessly drop it as if the weight of it were heavier beyond the material.
Her head turned to examine the room in which she lay, her breath quickening in growing panic at the foreign enclosure. Words did not come, but her face grew stricken with dread at catching a dim movement nearby, the silhouette large and seemingly imposing, its shadows tormenting her with questions.
She sought to hide herself then, feigning to return to slumber, as her head drank up the pillow once more and her eyes stared upwards; wide and unseeing.
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Alias: The High Seas Ceasar. The Human Tsunami. And many other, less flattering names.
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Post by Darren the Black on Aug 7, 2017 16:01:30 GMT -8
Darren remained still while she wrestled with her current situation. Best to let her try to sort it out first. His passenger seemed content on silence however, so he broke it. "No use pretendin lass, I know yer awake," his words seemed to fill the wooden box they were in. Not with an overbearing authority, it just seemed like the seal on the room was tight and his voice wasn't escaping outward to dissipate. "You're on board the HMS Dread Star. Except, thing is we aint really commissioned by the queen so... well there's no HMS in the title," he let that bit of information settle in a bit before he continued.
"What that means for you is that it's time to start talkin. Need ta know who I've got on my ship. Right answers and you stay. Maybe we even evaluate that chain on yer ankle?" he leaned slightly into the light. It was dim, there was perhaps twenty minutes left on the candle. If she strained, she just might be able to make out the rugged beard and eye patch on the right half of his face. "Wrong answers and well... I hope you're rested enough to swim?" he chuckled. His tone did not carry threat, but more of a concern for who exactly had been brought aboard his vessel. "You have until this 'ere candle burns its last and then its permanent nighttime until we find a port. Probably sometime in the next few days..."
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Post by Eislyn on Aug 7, 2017 16:19:07 GMT -8
Fingers clutched at the sheets, drawing them into a grip strained by dismay. The sound of his voice lingered on ears with a delicate arched tip, tainting them with understanding. For a long moment, she said nothing, and would not have, had she not been puzzling over the possibilities presented and gauged possible solutions.
“You take me on board your strange vessel,” she began, her voice disquieted, yet soft. “And yet you threaten to remove me?” Her eyes fell from the ceiling and moved to find the man, making out vague features in the light.
“I am chained because… you think me a danger? You seek answers, yet they are a game to you. Right or wrong, who is to say? What kind of person are you, so that my answers seek agreeable terms? I fear your questions, stranger, for if I were to speak truly, perhaps there is a grave for me beneath your vessel.”
Shifting, she sat up yet again so that her hair framed a face as white as the moon, as flawless as a pearl. “Release your questions, then."
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gender: Male
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Alias: The High Seas Ceasar. The Human Tsunami. And many other, less flattering names.
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Post by Darren the Black on Aug 7, 2017 16:48:48 GMT -8
Darren blinked and responded with a scoundrel's indignation, "The Dread is not a strange vessel! She is behemoth--Supremacy incarnate!" a modicum of pride seeped into his inflection. Clearly she had ruffled his feathers, but he currently kept things hedged more on the side of humor. "Let's start again. This 'ere is the Dread. She is just awesome. Ye be on board her awesomeness at this very moment. Now, we will start with some questions. Who are you and what were you doing on board your previous ship? Give me answers that sound good, youll be right as the damn rain. Bad answers and you'll be swimming to yer next shore leave. Dont be considerin this a threat though lass. Think of it more as a..." he let the gap hang for a moment, "Certainty. This 'ere ship is at capacity for ne'er do wells and riff raff, cant afford room for one more sorry, miss."
Darren stroked his beard, shaking loose a bread crumb from earlier, "Or you can say nothin, let this candle burn its course. Then youll be spendin some time here alone in the dark. Kinda nuts, but its yer call."
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Post by Eislyn on Aug 7, 2017 16:55:00 GMT -8
Thoughts of the dark seeped into her mind and explored all the crevices there, seeking out their mistress and corrupting any dream of light. ‘No,” she murmured, shaking her head so that shadows frolicked upon her soft face. “No, I do not wish the dark. I shall answer your questions.”
A deep breath cultivated in her chest, holding it there in steady approval. Her eyes fell, drinking of the stoic bed as if their dark pools had long since drained.
“I do not seek to offend, but this vessel is strange to me. As you are strange to me.” She swam past giving him a name, merely diving beyond it and seeking acceptance upon emerging on the other side. “The other ship carried me because they believed I might be safe there. There was a city in chaos, a swarm of people like crazed ants. I was among them. It was burning; it was flooding; it was eating itself from the insides.”
“It is not the city that one would wish to remain in, and yet they do, because it is Home. My Home died long ago, and I chose to leave the chaos. Others cannot choose, and so they will either organize, or succumb to anarchy.”
Her eyes found him again, fixing them in their depths with an unnerving focus intent on analyzing him. “Surely your vessel of riff raffs suffer from similar malady, so you must understand."
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gender: Male
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Alias: The High Seas Ceasar. The Human Tsunami. And many other, less flattering names.
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Post by Darren the Black on Aug 7, 2017 17:29:09 GMT -8
There was a certain ebb and flow to this one. She came on strong at first, but when Darren half-heartedly pushed back, she withdrew some... becoming more compliant with the captain's desire for answers. The one thing that hadn't changed was the manner in which she spoke. Darren recalled "Of Gilenhad's Might and Magic", a book he had read some years before he was captain and still spending favors at the Mile. The author had used a style of descriptive writing that bordered on poetry. This girl sounded like she was dumping passages direct from Gilenhad's mouth out of her own. He made a mental note to try to get her to read that book to him at a later time. Would be entertaining.
While he mentally revisited the past, the fact that she had not given her name did not escape him. There were plenty on this ship that didn't use their given names, some because they didn't know what it was. If she didn't give him a name though, he would give her one. After that it would be her's for as long as she remained on the Dread, even if she changed her mind later. Names carried little weight in a place only reputation mattered.
Speaking of reputation, it hadn't escaped him either that she had left a city in turmoil on a ship that had been met with turmoil, hence its wreck. "Carnage seems to stay with you like the dove stays with the snow. Why should I let you stay?" Now this was a real question that could have any answer--and a swift consequence. "Answer me that, little dove, and we will go from there."
And just like that, without his planning, she had her new ship name. Darren leaned hard against the table as he waited for her reply.
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Post by Eislyn on Aug 7, 2017 17:41:55 GMT -8
The word ‘carnage’ seemed to fall heavily on her shoulders, slumping them so that delicate arches curved downwards as if they bore sorrow itself. A hand raised to touch lightly along her clavicles, dotting them as thoughts criss and crossed through the mind like one combs a dessert for artifacts.
“The destruction will always follow that which flees it.” Her voice was hushed and dying at her lips like melted snow. “I do wish to stay,” she concluded, as if the very question had been circling like a vulture, unable to determine the measure of safety within this man’s domain.
“Let me stay as the stars stay; they’re visible but only half the time, they gaze at you distantly, they burn out when daylight comes. They will never bring you trouble, lest they shoot across the sky in broad exclamation of self.”
She thought of the cities, of the attack on board her previous vessel, and the carnage that seemed to shackle her fate. “Though I do fear…” The words slipped past, her tongue wound and threaded before she could place a stop to it. “I’m sorry,” she said, corrected, “I will be no trouble. Keep me out of the light, out of the eye of the sun, and I will not interfere with your ways. I seek the mountains, and a vessel as yours harbors many who could aid me. If you will.”
“Forgive me, but I have nothing to gift in return. Save for my song. Save for my knowledge. Save for my promise to find a way to make proper payment for your willingness."
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gender: Male
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Alias: The High Seas Ceasar. The Human Tsunami. And many other, less flattering names.
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Post by Darren the Black on Aug 7, 2017 18:11:35 GMT -8
It started slow, but the more he weaved through the thicket of her answer, the more his laugh grew. "Aye, isnt that just the shit of it little dove? I should give you quarter because you want to stay and promise to be on your best behavior?!" his chest heaved with chortle and he brought a large hand slapping down on to his knee. This continued on for a minute before he finally composed himself.
His voice came through the darkness as a low bass oozing with gravitas, like the roar of a bear but a few decibels lower. "You're either as mad as I am or have a pair of low swingin coconuts to think that'd work... I respect that, even if that wasn't yer intent," he leaned back in the chair and propped his feet on the frame at the end of her bed. "I think I will be lettin you stay. Lucky for you me firsty already vouched for you," now he used his best Lylant impression, "'Aye cap'n she was a tolerant temptress. Found her in the wreck, dont think she caused it'. Then she played with her velvet vest. Or some shyte like that. The point is, you can stay."
The candle was burning low now, wouldnt be much longer. "We're headed true to the Mile right now, after we will see about your mountains. Until then, you will be free to roam the ship, everything above deck five," Darren stood before one final address, "And one more thing little dove, I am captain Darren of the Black Fleet. If you betray my goodwill," the candlelight faded into nothing, "You will learn why they call me Darren the Black..."
There came a set of double knocks on the door, then the sound of the door creaking open. A large set of feet shuffled past a set of smaller ones. Moments later a new candle was lit revealing a new face...
[Edgar] "Hi! Cap'n said to give you this 'ere key! Uh..." he struggle to remember the rest, "Oh! Dinner is at sunset. You may eat with us in the galley or with the cap'n and first mate in their ready. S'on the main deck!" he slipped her the key. "Ok, I uh... I need to get back to it then." he nodded and hurried out.
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