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Post by data-bull on Sept 9, 2018 2:33:02 GMT -6
Bitter Tidings
Strangers flying the Ascendant's flag board The Trespasser, though not all accept the newcomers as allies to their cause. Following a sour reunion between the Bloody-Flank raider, Vidalia, and a known deserter, an uneasy coexistence awaits them.
Time of Day: Early Morning
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Post by data-bull on Sept 9, 2018 2:56:12 GMT -6
Hex
Hex had taken to entertaining herself while Dally was away; reading mostly, though occasionally she'd wander aimlessly about the deck listening to the water and the wind. She had been there when they arrived. The crew of course, but horses she didn't recognize too. Her eyes narrowed, a clear frown forming on her lips; it was unusual for them to take on prisoners of war, or so many at once anyway. Regarding their exotic appearances with a measure of skepticism, Hex sought out her girlfriend in hopes of learning what Vidar had planned. While she didn't dislike their captain, she didn't quite understand him either. In that respect, the witch deferred to Dally's expertise.
Picking her beloved out of the crowd, Hex moved to join her; touching flanks in greeting she smiled and welcomed her home before cutting to the chase.
"What happened out there?", she asked quietly, ears gesturing towards their strange guests.
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Post by hey-stardust on Oct 2, 2018 3:36:08 GMT -6
 VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us and drowns us all.
With gritted teeth and the gradual lowering of her sword, Vidalia had bowed her head to the Captain's orders; stepping down and reluctantly revoking her silent vow to cut the traitors down where they stood.
The walk back to the Trespasser had been an uneasy one, with their truce held together by nothing more than a few, choice words; for it was hard to forget that this hadn't been the first time this particular crew had left them to sink.
It had been easy to stand by Vidar's side when they had split from Ghosthold, and even when she had collapsed an entire town, but a truce with those who were more interested in seeing blood than justice...
seemed a precarious faction for the Flanks to hedge their bets upon.
Vidalia knew better than to push past the crowd that milled about around her, but it didn't stop her from thinking about cutting a clear path to her partner with her blade, teke itching to be around the weapon once more.
Thankfully, Hex seemed to have sensed her waning patience and with her small stature, wormed her way through the mix of Cultists and Bloody Flanks; eventually brushing up against unicorn's side and touching it gently in greeting.
The reunion was to be bittersweet, for, at her girlfriend's query, she stiffened. Vidalia's lip twitched at the question, and her mouth began to form into a hard line in distaste. Flicking her tail, she moved away from the group before answering, overtly aware of keen ears and prying eyes.
Privacy would surely be hard to find in the upcoming days.
"Vidar made a bargain with Cultists, they're... they're going to help us."
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Post by data-bull on Dec 2, 2018 17:44:22 GMT -6
Hex
Hex's upper lip pulled back as Vidalia explained the situation, her outrage not nearly so masked. But she refrained from making a scene, lest she cause any trouble for the crew.
"Oh Digend!" she exclaimed softly out of habit. "That's a terrible idea."
Glancing back over at the motley band of 'recruits', she noted that they weren't cultists that she knew. As luck would have it, her head was not on the chopping block that day. But still, the mare concluded, making herself scarce wouldn't hurt. There was no telling who might recognize her.
"Can we go back to our room?", Hex whispered, softly nudging Vidalia towards the door. "It's important."
Though her girlfriend was well aware of her origins in the Cult, she wasn't sure if the raider knew what their doctrine required, should a deserter be found. Were these cultists different? It didn't really matter; she couldn't risk figuring it out the hard way.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 20, 2018 10:59:04 GMT -6
VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us and drowns us all.
Vidalia listened silently as Hex cursed, murmuring in agreement. The Bloody Flanks were known for gathering strays --and long ago, she herself had been one-- but each had proven their worth and loyalty within time. She simply couldn't fathom Vidar's reasoning behind accepting a treaty amongst known killers that hunted for 'god's glory' alone.
The unicorn's brow raised at Hex's next request, a hint of curiosity bubbling within her. She said nothing but started walking again, slipping below decks with her girlfriend close in tow; sharing quarters with one another was already a cramped experience, and she was loath to consider what would happen when the new recruits began settling in.
Closing the door quietly behind them, she began to unbuckle her bloodied armour, laying her sword upon the crumpled sheets of their makeshift bed before turning to face Hex once more.
"What is it?"
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Post by foalish on Apr 13, 2019 9:23:17 GMT -6
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