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Post by posy-punch on Dec 30, 2018 17:55:30 GMT -6
Hello Starborn and Welcome to Talori 707: Suspicion Team Leader: Zhen Participants: Riva, Mohinder, Willow, Hagan Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Those with generous pockets and devious intentions typically buy a “no questions asked” service whenever they intend to work with those on the docks. Your ships are anchored and you have gathered on the docks to catch all the seedy gossip when you are approached by a Mainlander with a contract to offer. Ensure that one of the barrels amongst the shipment is dumped into the sea and you’ll receive plenty of gold. That’s all there is to it… Location: The ports Time of Day: Evening Current Weather: Light drizzle, light mist You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 4, 2019 5:15:27 GMT -6
 Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you...Experiencing the sea breeze from solid ground was not something Willow got to enjoy often, but one was to assume that was what made it so sweet. Although the reason for solid ground was bitter. Her Captain had been called away to Council for trial and Manon was sure not to be far from her sister, therefore the crew had been left off duty to gather the local gossip or earn some coin, two things Willow could not say no too. Growing up with a blessing like Invisibility and now accompanied by a Gytrash, Willow found it most rewarding to achieve said goals by going alone and that's where she was at.
The Docks were covered in mist and dampened with rain and Willow could not feel more elated in that moment. A twinkle lit up her sea green eyes when her familiar suddenly came to a standstill, fixated on something sparkly no doubt. A grin slid upon her face as she saw what her faithful companion saw. Slipping into her easy Invisible skin, Willow watched with fascination as Salem dissipated into a mist that matched the weather. That would never get old. Together as one they moved towards their target.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 6:18:02 GMT -6
Riva - Talori - Shoal (Brewer)
The wood is different.
It’s a small detail. Easy to overlook, and easier to dismiss as something insignificant, for it takes a sharp eye to notice the difference between the aged rosewood and the teak. The grain is more fine, more delicate. Amongst the other barrels it’s indistinguishable unless you were looking for it, unless you knew those differences that Riva knew by heart. It is a deliberate and careful choice on her part, a safeguard if she had to put a name to it. A way out.
It is a small detail, and Riva knows that it’s the details that matter.
She stares at her shipment with a beetle black eye, barrels upon barrels of poison carefully stacked that were soon to be shipped out to foreign places. They say the rogues have the best brewers of the Talori but she liked to think she made them work for that reputation, made herself not so much a colleague as she was an adversary, a rival. In the same breath she could not deny that they were a part of her work that she could not avoid, not from her brewery nor her calling. They were a necessary evil, yet they were convenient, made her life easier.
They asked no questions. They did not inspect the insides of a barrel potentially loaded with poison. They listened, and put pride and risk aside for the right amount of money. She could not control them -not entirely- but she could steer and persuade them. Make it worth their while. Worth their discretion.
The careful distance she maintained was for the betterment for both of them.
Her eye rests on the barrel for but a moment more, her mind flashing sharply to its contents. The mist shrouds her and her shipment only slightly but just enough, the drizzle soaking her, turning long hair ratty and fins translucent. Optimal conditions. When the evening would fall she could do things the daylight could not stand. As dark as Cascade’s seas. Eventually, she looks away and peers at the rogues in question before finally approaching them. She’d seen them standing at the docks the moment she had arrived, right on time with the schedule she painstakingly kept in her ledger back in her brewery. The faster she did this, the better. She did not need the prying eyes of Hagan, she would not allow the time to wrench at her with questions.
“Good evening.” Riva smiles, quick and with effort and the flash of fangs, all the kindness of a knife. “A moment of your time?”
The smile fades as quick as it came, but here is a weight she carries on her in a pouch, the promise of wealth. The promise of a job. It was more inviting than any smile she could give.
“I’ve got a proposition for you.”
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Post by daKisha on Jan 4, 2019 22:16:48 GMT -6
MohinderTalori Rouge | Wright | The Stormchaser CrewIt was uncommonly quiet aboard The Stormchaser, and Mohinder couldn’t stand it. When they had returned from that wretched trip to Sedo, Captian Rhodesna had disbanded the crew. The normal banter and hearty laughter that had filled the hauls of the ship now creaked with silence and the occasional quiet voice. Only the most loyal sea dogs had stayed around to stick it through with the Captain. But Mo hadn’t been feeling too loyal lately since the murder of the princess. So why was he still here? Frankly, he didn’t really have anyplace else to go. As a wanted escaped “criminal,” Rhodes and this ship had always meant safety, security, and trustworthy friends. Now all of that was up in the air and the future uncertain as the Captain had been brought to the mainland to stand trial with the Kraken and Moyra. It had been hours since she had left this morning. Each minute they waited for news more excruciating than the next. But still none came. And the shadows of evening were growing along with drizzling mist. It was becoming suffocating on board. And though the first mate had advised against it, Mohinder had disembarked from the ship for a walk, keeping to the shadows so to not attract unwanted attention and taking advantage of the cover the mist provided. It had already been a few years since his wanted poster had been taken down or covered up with more important scum, but one could never be too careful. Guardians and the Harbormaster patrolled these docks. The chance of his face being recognized by a former comrade-in-arms was still a very likely. His heart panged with the thought of where he might be in his career as a Guardian if misfortune had not befallen him. Mohinder’s familiar, Wisp . . . . . the water wisp (Mo is not very original when it comes to naming things), floated beside him. A welcome pair of extra eyes. Perhaps she could sense his troubles. Or maybe it was just her mischievous little self. With as much frivolous gestures as an overgrown rain drop could make and a watery wiggle of her brow, she performed a small slight of hand trick that all the rogues taught to the cabin boys: pulling a coin out of an ear. Only it wasn’t a coin Wisp pulled out of his grey ear, but a glittering piece of polished Baltic amber. “You cheeky scallywag, where did you get that?” Mohinder asked, amused, as the wisp gleefully showed it off with chirping gurgles. But his face quickly hardened as a horse approached through the mist, very purposefully in his direction, but the silhouette was not one he recognized. Nor the face when it became clear. A tall hippocampus mare with a striking white face covered in fins that stood out in stark contrast to her dark body. Her eye prosthetic did not deter him. He had seen many injuries far worse in his career. Nor did the fangs protruding from her lips, a visible sign of a blessing from Cascade. It was the falseness of her smile when she greeted him that made Mohinder wary. He did not summon his teke. He knew better than to visibly show his hand. But he had it on a hair trigger. Focused on two of his daggers. He glazed his steely expression over, replacing it with one of boredom. A mask to appear non-threatening. Training and experience had taught him to not allow for mistakes when in close proximity with a horse blessed with venom. Especially one that gave off bad juju. With adrenaline now coursing through his veins, senses were heightened. To his left, air and fogged moved through the mist… … against the wind. Someone with invisibility approached. Memories of the night he took down that rogue 5 years ago, that moment that started his misfortunes, briefly flashed before him. Gods, Cascade, not again. But his uninterested expression never altered. Was this a trap? A setup? Mo focused on four of his daggers now. He glanced at his familiar. Wisp had sensed the presence of another mythical familiar, one she recognized, and she shifted into the shape of a dog, exposing watery teeth into a growl, facing its direction. Mo was puzzled as to her sudden shift. “I’ve got a proposition for you,” the mare said, taking another step forward, bringing Mo’s main focus back to her. She had a large pouch in her swirling, opalescent teke. A bribe perhaps. Or maybe something more dangerous. But then something clicked. The fog, the form Wisp had changed to, an invisible horse. Could it be? Yes, she would be here too, wouldn’t she. For the same reason he was here. And her familiar, one that was so unique, that Mohinder had never seen another of its kind. Yes, it was gamble, but one Mo felt sure of. He called out to the gloom, voice low as to not attract unwanted attention but amplified, disinterested heavy eyes never moving from the face of the hippocampus that stood before him. “Ahoy there, Willow! Did you hear? This charming lady has a proposition for us.” He ended with a yawn for good measure. ---------------------------------------------------
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 4, 2019 23:24:51 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Parchment, check. Ink, check. A small, unfortunately expensive baked good for his mother... Check. Zhen sighed softly, rolling up the small shopping list he held in his teke. He shouldn't have wasted his money buying the small gift for his aging mother... And he should be less particular when it came to the types of textiles and inks he used for his work... But... His father's birthday was coming up. And her health always grew worse when it came around... He hoped that perhaps it could help distract her... And he needed something to distract himself. Engrossing himself farther into his research of Digend, and his work on the Indigo Rooke newsletter would do. Hence the parchment and ink purchases on the Mainland.
"Hae-Ju." He called, hearing a responding clicking from his mane. "Here." He handed the slip of paper to the homunculus buried in his dark mane. The small coral creature chittered happily, snatching it from his grasp and 'chewing' on it lightly. Of course, without true fangs, it couldn't do very much damage. But it did keep it from causing trouble if he simply handed it things to hold onto. It was convenient, he did have to say. Now he needed to find a quick ride back to the Isles, before too much attention was attracted. While he did consider himself a tad more refined than most of the rogues, he still wasn't a Mainlander. He would never want to be. He needed a return ride so he could resume his newsletters and research.
Calmly, quietly walking along the docks, the only source of noise was the homunculus occasionally rattling its coral body in happiness that it had one of Zhen's possessions, Zhen glanced around, looking for a spare Rogue friendly ship that could spare passage to the Isles for him. Until he heard voices.
And until Hae-Ju jumped down from his mane. He was surprised it's legs didn't break when it hit the wooden dock, but it scampered across the ground as quickly as it could, dropping the piece of paper and rattling loudly while running to one of the equines. "Hae-Ju!" Zhen hissed lowly, grabbing the paper while clopping after the homunculus.
The coral creature stopped at the leg of one of the equines, a rogue, another unicorn, with a grey pelt and blue horns. The homunculus seemed terribly interested in a shiny piece of something a... Floating blob of water was holding. Ears pinning, Zhen exhaled heavily through his nostrils. Of course. It wanted to steal the shiny object... He shouldn't have brought Hae-Ju with him...
He heard the voices as he approached, hearing something about a proposition. For Rogues. Zhen paused slightly, glancing at his bag on his side. He was... Running low on shards... Since the Madumuerta had... Vanished. He had been out of genuine work for some time. Hm...
Coming up behind them, Zhen added his own two shards, "I do hope this is a legitimate deal that the harbormaster knows of. It would be a shame if someone was to let him know if it wasn't. Unless you would be willing to add another party to the pay roll?" He calmly said with a minor threat in his tone, walking up to them and scooping up Hae-Ju in his teke.
He likely wouldn't actually let the harbormaster know. It was one of the Rogue codes. Honor the Alliance, do not report Rogue activity to Talorian authority. But, this didn't seem like a Rogue he was facing. She might not know that.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 5, 2019 13:15:07 GMT -6
Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you... Just about in the clear, Willow couldn't mask the grin that hung to her face, success. Those equines on the port were always so unaware. Thinking they were the toughest around they never thought they could be victims and that's just the way Willow likes them. A cute bracelet here and a couple of shards there. No harm was done! Salem's favourite was certainly anklets, but boy did he cut it close sometime with those teeth near precious tendons. Chuckling away to herself, Willow wasn't thinking about survival in that moment and it certainly showed when she suddenly heard her name being called out. "Frick." Taking a few steps toward the Pirate who knew her, Willow shed her blessing, coming back to full visibility, trinkets swinging from her neck.
Looking at the Pirate's fellow Mythical Familiar in the exact shape of her own, made Willow feel better. At least she wasn't being completely stupid. The wisp did cause Salem to come back into his own form and he happily sniffed around the wisp in circles until he was satisfied. "Mohinder, hello." Her ears certainly did perk up at the prospect of more cash for her pocket, "What is this proposition we're talking of?" She asked offhandedly to both the strange new equine she had never laid eyes on and the pirate by her side. At that moment she heard a strange clacking, a clacking that caught Salem's attention and had his fog like fur standing up on edge, now ignoring the wisp. What came into view was highly unexpected to Willow, but she was most definitely intrigued, a little coral creature! Busy mentally ooo-ing and ahh-ing she didn't even notice the equine that came running after it. "oh hello" she whispered underneath her breath. The stallion was gorgeous and she was even more into him as he threatened his way into this proposition they were yet to hear about. "Well if he's in, I'm in." She told the mare a little too excitedly, giving a wink to the dark stallion.
What could be the worst that could happen?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 15:11:40 GMT -6
Riva - Talori - Shoal (Brewer)
Around her she feels the atmosphere shift when the rogues lay their eyes upon her, a lingering sense of anticipation suddenly turning sharp. She finds most conversations with the sort go like this, experience has taught her that much. Her senses pull taut, navigating the conversation quick in body language and expression. The suspicion was a given. She expected as much, even understood. The feeling was entirely mutual.
The first response came from one of the unicorns, a gray stallion accompanied by a wisp, its watery form shifting and churning as it moved around him. The pirate was clad with sharp daggers that were not so much a threat as they were a warning, a promise, his eyes set straight on hers but voice flat. Whether he feigns the boredom or even mockery she doesn’t particularly care - at least he has not refused outright. Willow, he says. Whoever it is, she doesn’t have a chance to ask him as a small black unicorn slips into the conversation with thinly veiled threats. She tilts her head, peers past her nose with her remaining eye to give him a sharp look from the corner of her eye socket. The long fins at her head briefly twitch. Her eye is wide.
Blackmail without grace. She feels a sharp spark, not one of fear at the threat but of anger flare at the insult, then reigns herself back in. She knows that it is not her place. Not here, not now, not today. Today she needed something from these folk, for the embargo had hurt her more than they could realize.
Without giving an inch or skipping a beat, her head turns back and she smiles, a slow and crawling thing that did not quite fit her features. “Is this how you respond to all potential jobs?” her eyebrow raises, “I am a poison brewer, and my business is legitimate. The harbormaster has seen many of my shipments come and go.”
When the third pirate joins her lip twitches, but she keeps her attempt at a smile. She supposes this is Willow, then. The three will expect a cut for all of them, and not cutting one of them in could threaten the entire operation if the sorry unpaid soul decides to act on it. It is a costly thing to do what she did, but Riva knew there was no money in the world she would not give up to have her cause succeed. Shards were not worth a thing in comparison. Let the three bleed her wallet dry. At the very least the third is a more cheery thing, eager to hear the task at hand, eager for some money. Perhaps she could put them at ease.
“Of course,” her voice flat, “You may join if you want. It is a simple task I need done, but it is worth a lot to me. One man could do it, so if the three of you want a cut I expect that it gets done.”
Her smile is gone, her head high. She is tall, taller than all of them, her one eye switching from person to person as she speaks.
“I need a barrel thrown overboard from a ship far into the ocean. Far enough for it not to be washed ashore and for the sea to claim it. I can pay half now, half later, all of it upfront. I do not care, but see to it and the money is yours.”
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Post by daKisha on Jan 7, 2019 23:06:03 GMT -6
MohinderTalori Rouge | Wright | The Stormchaser Crew
With the unfamiliar, unicorn rogue joining their group, Mohinder liked their odds much better and was able to relax a little. But only a little. Larger groups sometimes drew unwanted eyes. A poison brewer. One who needed a questionable barrel thrown overboard way out at sea. One could only guess at its contents. But Mohinder could only assume the worst. “That’s how one stays alive.” The teaching’s of Mo’s father rang through his head. Miserable bastard. The answer was easy for him. No. “Sorry, lassie. Best count me out. I’m just a humble crew member with not much ambition or need for extra shards in my pockets,” Mohinder responded with a tired sigh, laying on the rogue accent a bit thicker than normal. His words were drawn out long with a tone of fatigue. “But if you’d like to strike a deal with my Cap’n, she should be back by tomorrow. And if she’s not, then you can talk it over with the first mate I suppose. But not tonight. Most everyone’s bunked down for the night. I just came out for some fresh air before getting some shut eye me self.” He extended his jaw in another wide yawn. “Of course, if either of these two seadogs have a ship to spare, feel free to do business with them instead. They sound like they could the money more than I.” He slowly turned his head towards Willow. His golden eyes gazing through the strands of his forelock were disinterested but the smallest of smiles tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Still don’t wish you had gone to Sedo with everyone else and seen the Scag, Willow? Your pockets would be a lot heavier now,” Mo goaded, cocking an eyebrow. In the mean time, Wisp was enjoying their growing party of familiars. She had shaped back into her regular form and was very curious about the small horse shaped creature made of coral, wizzing around it. Noticing its obvious interest in her precious piece of amber, she began to tease the creature. Playing a game of keep-away, merrily weaving her liquid form through its hollow frame.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Jan 8, 2019 21:33:37 GMT -6
------------- Harbormaster Hagan -------------
Hagan took a final long drag on his cigarette before snubbing it out in the dish in his office. He coughed. It was a nasty habit, one the average Talorian did not appreciate, but that didn't matter to him. Everyone had their vices and he wasn't planning on quitting his anytime soon. He pulled out another to light before stepping outside onto the docks.
It had been a long day, and soon, it'd be falling into a long night. The summons of not just one, but three famed Pirate Captains was expected to bring all matter of activity to his workplace. The ships themselves in all their fantastic lure was enough to intrigue any passerby. But it wasn't so much the gossiping citizen or starry-eyed tenderfoot that was the issue. No, they were just an obstacle, an annoyance really. Hagan's main concern were the captain-less rogues squatting on his docks, waiting for the council to make a decision on whatever predicament they were in now. The decision couldn't come soon enough. If the captains were locked up and the crews rioted, he'd welcome it. At least then he could take action. Anything would be better than this stalemate.
However, at least for now, the air was calm and it seemed as though most everyone had turned in for the night. Most everyone. As Hagan continued his patrol, he spotted a grouping of equine. 'Hmm' he grunted.
"Evening gentlemen, ladies." Hagan called out to them as he made his way over to make sure nothing illegal was happening under his nose. With a flex of his blessing, Hagan pushed the little bit of fog and rain from the bubble he made around the small crowd to get a better look at them. Three of them were no doubt rogues, all with exotic familiars frolicking around them, though none he recognized personally. He'd seen so many in his lifetime, they'd all started to look the same. The fourth however, he did recognize thanks to a tip from higher up the ladder.
"Riva, is it?" Hagan started, talking through his teeth, cigarette still lodged securely in his mouth. His interest then moved to the barrels at the brewer's side. He paused as looked them over, pulling the cig away with his teke, before returning his shrewd eye to the company of strangers. "I expect you all have your documentation? What business do have in my harbor?"
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 9, 2019 3:47:17 GMT -6
Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you... "Throw a barrel overboard... Deep in Cascade's sea..." Willow pondered with skepticism, something about this Brewer made Willow wonder if what she was harboring would harm Cascade's waters, which was never a safe game for a Rogue riding the seas.
However, Mohinder saying no set a deep pout on Willow's face. "Oh Momo, I thought you were always prepared for a good time. I have a friend who would supply us with a ship, just for me of course." She had to add with a friendly wink.
Her smile went down a singular notch as Mohinder commented on the affairs their crews endured in her absence. A shiver went down her spine just from remembering the stories alone. The loss of a Princess was no laughing matter, it was why their Captains were in front of the Empress at that very moment. Willow was a professional, so she refused to let those emotions show. "Oh Momo, I am quite comfortable with the weight of my pockets." She retorted with a flick of her hair, "Although the absence of adventure is certainly taking its toll. Wouldn't you like to prove to your crew that a mission could go right for once with you involved?" She added cheekily, ready to push his buttons to go along with them. The Rogue was comfortable on the seas, but she wasn't entirely sure about going it one on one with the handsome stranger, but she would, were she backed into a corner.
It was then that the Harbormaster decided to join their little crew. He was right to be suspicious, Rogues without their captains were bound to get into mischief somehow, but this day that was not his business. "Harbormaster, a fine evening is it not." She responded to him, pulling out paperwork that Moyra had prepared for her crew not knowing how long she would be away. Willow was grateful for a Captain that avoided unnecessary trouble and promised herself that she would buy her Captain something lovely with the newfound shards she was going to earn. "With all the going-ons around this place, the evening is the best time to be sharing gossip sir." She told him sweetly, presenting her documents in front of his face. She wasn't wrong after all. This brewer had some good gossip up her sleeve for sure and Willow was ready to get into it.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 13, 2019 1:00:58 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Zhen saw the twitch of the fins, the sharp look from the corner of her eye. The smile that spread on her face was slightly unexpected, but not a reaction that unsettled him. He simply returned the smile, standing in silence, his tail swishing gently. He waited, listened, and he idly pet the tiny coral creature's head with his teke while cradling it as he let her speak.
He raised one brow, listening to her option. Half now, half later. Hm... His attention was drawn by one of the other rogues seemingly tapping out. A Rogue with some sense of honor? That was a welcome surprise. "If the deal was to proceed without you, what knowledge would you let slip of the proceedings? Would you honor the alliance, turn a blind eye, and let us on our merry way?" He asked, watching the other unicorn carefully.
Hae-Ju clattered its jaws together when the small blob of water approached, and squirmed in Zhen's teke, reaching for the piece of amber with its little jaws. A loud clicking arose when she weaved through its hollow body, and Hae-Ju made a loud, displeased full body rattle, all of its coral parts clattering and clinking together.
That earned a glance from Zhen, who looked down at the pair with a bit of annoyance. And then he heard a new voice. Looking over his shoulder, he stiffened lightly. Wasn't that the harbormaster? He smoothed his coat, let his eyes fall closed for a moment, before opening them once more, peace falling like a white sheet, hiding his growing concern.
He hadn't expected such a trip to take long. Much less attract enough attention to bring in authorities. He didn't quite look like a standard rogue, after all. He could blend in well enough, as long as he was careful. But now... Now he was caught. Without his papers... He had to be careful... His gaze slipped to Hae-Ju... He may need to sacrifice his familiar's well being here... For a little while.
Thankfully, the mare seemed to go and shove her documents in front of his face. Good. Subtly, he reached into his bag, appearing to watch the other documents be presented., pulling out a single, shiny, gleaming, shard, and folding it within a few of his sheets of parchment, making sure to hold it on the side away from the harbormaster.
Then he tilted it, catching the little light, and angling it towards the familiar in his grasp. It took a moment. Two. Three. And then Hae-Ju saw it. The little coral beast chattered. Zhen loosened his grip.
"My papers, yes, right," Zhen murmured, now looking to his side to appear to look for them, moving the familiar closer, as if absent mindedly maneuvering it. Then he let go.
Hae-Ju made a leap with a loud clatter, tackling the 'papers' from his grasp. Zhen let out a small shout, stumbling after the familiar who landed on the dock. "Come back here, give those back!" He hissed, trotting after the familiar, making a 'grab' for it, while it scampered away into the darkness. Zhen only got a short distance away before stopping, quickly looking around his feet.
And then he turned and hurried back, plastering a worried look. "Sir, I'm- I'm very sorry. I just got a new familiar, and it's still learning the rules, and loves to steal anything I have my attention on. I can't see it with the light dimming, but I know he's around here somewhere. I know it has my papers, as long as it doesnt leave them somewhere on the docks..." He said, looking off into the direction Hae-Ju scampered.
The homunculus wouldn't go far. It liked to cause misfortune, but it wouldn't truly run off. It would return shortly. But hopefully it would give him time to move on, if he had put on a convincing enough act.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 9:31:13 GMT -6
Riva - Talori - Shoal (Brewer)
Sorry, lassie. Best count me out.
The gray unicorn (Momo, she thinks) is the first to respond and though the answer was not what she had hoped for she would honor this decision, yawning as though he thinks to drive it home with that. Riva dips her head in a nod, taking the tips he gives regarding his captains and first mate into account.
“I understand. Thank you for your time, rogue. I hope you rest tonight is easy.”
If anything, this meant more money for the pirates that were left. She didn’t doubt these rogues would catch that, certain that the offer has become that much more tempting. She doesn’t pay any particular mind to the frolicking familiars, making a point to ignore them-- when a familiar voice perks her ears, snagging her attention. Evening gentlemen, ladies. Riva whips her head around, snake-quick, to see who was coming. The Harbormaster. Just seconds ago she had confidently spoken about him to the dark small unicorn but she had not quite expected him to actually show his grizzled face, had perhaps hoped he would not. She recovers quick, and dips her head in a respectful greeting in acknowledgement.
Riva, is it?
She had not expected him to know her name, however.
This is strange. Between the hundreds of patrons that he tended to every day, day in day out, he knew her name as though expecting her and that stood out to her. It wasn’t quite enough to flare her suspicion, not yet- they had dealt before as most traders would- but it did the job to turn every train of thought she had sharp. She is not oblivious to the way that he looks them all over, scrutiny in voice, insistence in blue eyes peering from under his horn.
That was for now all that it was: Strange.
“That is correct.” she answers, her voice flat and as even as she can manage. “Papers? Of course.” with a flick of opalescent teke, shimmering like mother of pearl, she whips them out of the satchel that had been holding her shards and holding them out to him. They were proper papers, written with her curling practiced writing that she took pride in, detailing of her shipment and legitimacy of her business - numbers of these orders all replicated in the thick leather bound ledger she held in her brewery.
“Nothing that is a cause for concern.”
Though I’m sure you’ll be the judge of that, she thinks.
“Merely discussing droll matters of trade and the like. You’ll see my shipment is accounted for.”
Every barrel was on there. This was true. But one of the barrels did not detail the whole truth.
The other hippocampus -Willow, she has learned- is quick to whip out her papers, her voice so sugarysweet Riva can almost feel her teeth hurt. But she is prepared, quick smiles and mischievous eyes all carried with such ease it all but told the brewer that this was not the first time for her. It probably would not be the last. She’s all the more grateful for it- the sooner they get this done with the better. The harbormaster stood like a rock. Riva knew if she gave an inch he would snuff her out. By the Wavemother, she wants to get this over with. One of these days she would learn to sail or even swim there herself.
Sir, I’m- I’m very sorry.
Riva’s eye, dark as tar, flicks to the corner of her socket to look at the one who has so far gone without a name. He has no papers. Whether the familiar had run off with it or not -a strange little creature she had never seen before- that was not good. Oh, gods. She had deeply hoped the harbormaster wasn’t given any more reasons than they already had.
“Perhaps you should go retrieve it, rogue.” she says coolly before her eye slides to Hagan, awaiting a reaction.
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Post by daKisha on Jan 14, 2019 23:00:09 GMT -6
![]() MohinderTalori Rouge | Wright | The Stormchaser Crew WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENTWillow’s new found nickname for Mohinder hit a nerve, and he lost his composure for a moment. Ears flattened against his head, he bared his teeth at her. “Call me Momo ONE MORE TIME, and I’ll either add your eyeball to tomorrow’s soup or…….” Then Mohinder became conscious of the sudden harsh increase in volume of his voice and demeanor. He reined himself in, softening his features. Theiving, cheeky rogue or not, Willow was a lady. There were more . . . . . delicate ways to get his point across. He craned his head down to her, breathing his next words hotly and quietly into her ear so only she could hear. His honey dripping voice so seductive that would make any mare’s (and some stallions’) ears tingle and flanks quiver. He had learned this technic and many more from his trips to the pleasure houses of Ahod. And he had learned it well. “Or . . . take you to my bed and punish you, make you say my name 100 times over as you beg for the sweet pleasure of release.” Mohinder pulled his head back with a saucy side grin and a wink. “Which is it gonna be?”He hadn’t seen his night going this way but a warm companion for the night was a welcome distraction and one he hadn’t really been in the mood for for a few months. And frankly, he didn’t want to spend another moment with Ms Tall and Fishy. Very fishy. Sadly, their tête-à-tête was interrupted by the presence of the harbormaster, Hegan, a gruff and stocky unicorn, who used the gift of the Wave Mother to clear away the fog and mist around them. His appearance startled Mohinder, who self-consciously started pulling his bandana further over his brow, not that it offered much cover. Than he remembered that the new scar over his eye was something that helped to distinguish him from his old self. His mane was also unkempt from lack of care these past few months. Yes, he did look quite different now from the polished and close shaven Guardian cadet he was over 5 years ago. The harbormaster called for papers, and Mohinder handed his over after Willow. “Member of the Stormchaser crew. The Cap’n was summon’d to the palace. I’m simply out here stretching me sea legs befor’ turning in fer the evening'.”He looked over to the black unicorn on his right, whose identity was still a mystery, just as the rogue’s strange familiar took off with his documents. Mohinder let out an exasperated sigh. Tonight was just going to be one of those nights, wasn’t it.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Jan 23, 2019 17:19:17 GMT -6
------------- Harbormaster Hagan -------------
Hagan looked over the papers as they came to him, looking for any sign forgery. Seems they were all legitimate, but one was missing. Hagan took a long drag on his cig as the unicorn fumbled for his papers, then as he was handing it over his familiar stole it away. The burly unicorn lifted leg in disgust as the coral critter scampered into the mist with last rogue's documents.
'Wonderful.' Hagan thought, pushing the smoke through his nostrils. Cascade was truly testing his patience this night. He met the rogue's apologies with silent apathy.
Ravi, the brewer, piped up with a suggestion, “Perhaps you should go retrieve it, rogue.” He caught her sideways stare. 'Devious' he thought. Hagan didn't trust any of it.
"No. I'll find it. And when I do, you better be here." He said pointing his horn in Zhen's direction. "As for the rest of you, I'd suggest wrapping up whatever you have going on here. I don't need loiterers on my docks. We have seagulls for that."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 29, 2019 11:43:49 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
"Of course, I will be right here."
The moment the harbormaster's back was turned, Zhen allowed a small smile to grace his lips. Perfect. He would have followed Hae-Ju into the mist, but the Harbormaster had the idea that he would be able to go and catch his familiar. A pity. He didn't realize that once the little homonculus had stolen something, it would refuse to let go until it go bored.
And, someone trying to chase it would only make the game more fun. He cast a side glance to the others once the Harbormaster headed after the familiar. "Were we to move the barrel on board the ship without the notice of the Harbormaster, now would be the best time." He said in a low voice. "As well, I should take my leave once the barrel is on the ship, and before the Harbormaster returns." He added in an equally low tone, silently stepping towards the barrel that had been mentioned earlier.
He'd find Hae-Ju later. Unless the little thing ditched the Harbormaster farther away and circled back. Which it could do. But he was to get the job done and leave, with or without the little creature. He wasn't risking the chance of being detained for a tiny coral beast. Casting a glance towards the other unicorn who hadn't decided to participate, he tossed his head lightly. "I do believe you should be on your way as the Harbormaster suggested, if you are not one to participate here."
If needed, he'd entirely ditch the job of getting the barrel on the ship. His safety was a priority, not the barrel of something less than legal. Getting caught with that around, as well as without his papers... He would not take such a risk. He'd either get this done and vanish to the Isles of the Dead, hidden among his kind, or he'd simply melt into the mist like Hae-Ju had already done, with the Harbormaster following it.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 31, 2019 3:31:39 GMT -6
Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you... As heat flowed through her veins, Willow let her fins visibly tremble at the suggestive words of her fellow Rogue. She was not one to step down from a challenge and now Momo was right where she wanted him. "Oh Momo." She teased dragging out his new nickname as she turned her body to flick his stomach through his front legs with her soft tail, "You can punish me all you like, for as long as you like or as long as you can last after we finish this little coin grab of a mission." She taunted him, not really caring about how many shards she would receive, this night she craved adventure. If nothing else this little show would give any ears around them suggestive thoughts about where this little band was headed for the evening, nothing suspicious about some horse play.
Eyelashes batted heavily as she waited patiently for the Harbormaster to head back the way he came. She scoffed under her breath as the dark stallion sent his little familiar bounding off, personally with no entertainment coming from his direction, she couldn't care less whether he stayed to participate or not.
"I would have to agree, I would like to get this show on the waters!" Hoping her enthusiasm would get the stallions to do any heavy lifting. Letting her body shimmer to translucent, she would play her part where necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2019 13:36:28 GMT -6
Riva - Talori - Shoal (Brewer)
There's a terrifying moment that Riva has the horrible thought the Harbormaster won't go for it, the unicorn looking at the group with suspicious eyes that have seen three lifetimes of deceit in all possible manners. Then, at the no, I will get it she exhales a breath she'd been desperately clutching in her chest. He parts with a sharp warning and accusing pointing of his horn and walks away to chase the odd little familiar that had looked more like a trinket than a living creature. There is a little smile on the black unicorn's face that suggest this played out the way he had hoped, Riva realizes- the smile of intricacy of a little plan. There's more to him , she thinks vaguely.
"Were we to move the barrel on board the ship," she perks up, her ears flicking towards the unicorn's direction as she meets his eyes, "now would be the best time."
The promise of money and the pressing urgency of time have snared her a bite. She smiles her fangs bare in a quick little twitch that's almost a grimace as the other rogue agrees, Willow's voice piping up in agreement. Riva's body turns towards the rope-bound barrel, her opalescent teke reaching out in long eager tendrils towards the wood in an effort to rush this along. Her excitement does not stem from selfpreservation, rather the notion her goddess will get what she deserves. She had left Cascade waiting, feeling the shame of being a poor devotee on her shoulders.
"Of course. Allow me to help you." She drags the wood on the cobblestone, her large frame and her weight doing half the work for her. The nails in the wood scrape sharply. "We will long be done before he returns."
When she's confident no one else is in earshot she speaks in low voice, "I will pay you both if you both participate. The division of labor is up to you, but I expect it to be succcesfully done between the two of you - I can even pay one of you to not intervene with the other. Help me carry this, rogue. Lead me to your ship."
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 4, 2019 18:48:17 GMT -6
... The docks often operate even in heavy fog. The lighthouses make it possible, the smaller, navigating ships are capable of guiding the larger ones into harbor. And yet, as you heave the barrel up to go set it aboard your ship, everything in the port seems to stop. There is a eerie twitter from the water beneath the docks. Everyone seems to hold their breathYou've heard their song only through legend. Bards like to croon a replication of it every time they share this story... it is nothing like the real thing. Almost instantaneously, all of your muscles tense up and relax just as quickly. They have your attention. A little further down the docks, you see a pirate's head snap up, swivel to the side, and watch as she promptly steps off the boardwalk and into the dark, churning sea below. You wait for her to resurface, but she does not. The song sounds louder now, closer to your group. You peer over the edge curiously and come to gaze directly into the bottomless eyes of something you had never really believed in.  It's terrifying to look at something and see it so devoid of any emotion. The Siren (link) lifts its head further from the water and the song comes back in full blast. Rogues typically fend for themselves, but as a near bystander steps off of the boardwalk and splashes down into the sea, all of you resolve to do something.You can imagine what it would look like if Hagan were to find all of you next to a recently drowned body.You can try and APPEASE the Sirens with an offering of your own or you may ENGAGE with them using blessings or strength stats.
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Post by daKisha on Feb 6, 2019 22:20:13 GMT -6
MohinderTalori Rouge | Wright | The Stormchaser Crew
As the harbormaster trailed after the mischievous familiar, Mohinder felt it only natural that he too should take this moment to exit from this little group and Riva, who set his teeth on edge. The dark unicorn also suggested that Mo be on his way as the two rogues settled to getting the deal under way while the harbormaster was away. They weren’t fools. But neither was he. While he had been dreading the appearance Hagan, their brief meeting had revealed one very important thing. The harbormaster did not seem to recognize him as a wanted “criminal.” And that changed things. Yes, a hot night with Willow would have been very enjoyable and a much needed distraction. But the restrictive laws of the mainland made brothels upon this shore non-existent. He never did dirty deeds on board the Stormchaser. After all, he had a clean but rather boring reputation to uphold with his fellow crew. Mostly female crew. Sailing for months at sea on a boat full of infatuated and jealous mares was an estrogen filled hell he would rather not painfully endure. “Looks like we will have to delay your punishment, Willow. You get to keep your eye today. Fair sailing, maties! Come along Wisp.” The water wisp had been trying to engage the attention of the fog dog. She seemed a little disappointed to leave but loyally followed her master, amber still within her water grasp. Mo began to plod along the docks in the direction that Hagan had gone, trying to formulate a plan. He had the worst feeling about the secret contents of Riva’s cargo. But would he be breaking the Code by interfering in a deal that involved fellow rogues? Riva wasn’t a rogue though. She was a mainlander. Perhaps with some ink and parchment he could hand off an “anonymous” letter to the harbormaster. But he had neither on his person. And as his head filled with more ideas and questions, the fog on the dusky docks and all sound seemed to go still. And from it arose a sound like a songbird. Only it was unlike any song bird Mohinder had ever heard of. It was so charming and lifted his soul. All weight and worry gone. A giddy happiness muddled his brain. It was coming from the water. Mohinder followed the beautiful, enchanting sound. He was reminded of the happy days with his mother, swimming along the shores and suddenly had the urge to dive in. But then something blocked out the sound in his ears. As the song died in his ears, clarity returned to him. “Wait why am I here?” he questioned aloud, his voice sounding hollow in his head, for he had made his way back near Riva and the rouges. Floating in front of him, Wisp had white, textured balls in her watery limbs. She gestured to a nearby roll of raw cotton that was sitting on the docks, awaiting shipment. And then put the wads of cotton up to her ears. “Oh, that’s why I can’t hear! Why did you do that you little scallywag?” He moved his golden orange teke to take the cotton from his ears but Wisp frantically rushed forward to stop him. “WHAT?” Mo was getting frustrated now. Wisp pointed to the water where a glowing watery horse had risen its head from the water. It reminded him of Wisp. Only much bigger. And its eyes. The eyes reflected no light, blacker than the deepest of caves and darkest of nights. Wisp transformed into little floating music notes and then went back to her normal form. Ah, yes! The music! Mohinder remembered now. Music had drawn him to the water, as if he was under a spell. An old pirate story jogged in brain. “A siren? They’re real?” He sounded foolish the moment he had said it. After all, barely a few months had passed since that nightmare with the Scagrywr, another myth of the deep. Looking off down the docks, a pirate walked off the edge of the salt stained wood boards into the water. Mohinder held his breath, waiting for her to come up. But she didn’t. Mohinder looked to his familiar. “Can you talk to it? Your both magical, water creatures. Find out what it wants and what it will take to make it leave.” Water splashed against Mohinder. With his ears plugged, he had not heard another horse come up, drawn to the sea by the siren’s call. He whipped his head around, startled. A lump grew in his throat as he saw the horse’s form beneath the surface. “Before more horses drown!” he called out to his familiar, grabbing the cotton wads from her and dove in after the helpless, enchanted horse in the water, fully aware that he was entering the territory of the mythical creature where it was in control. With an innocent life on the line, he cared not whether the siren was to ENGAGE him or not, hoping his little friend could distract it and give him the time he needed. He filled his lungs with a big gulp of air before submerging. Wisp rushes over to talk with the siren, hoping to APPEASE it.Word Count: 871 Post #4 |
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Feb 10, 2019 17:18:05 GMT -6
Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you... A sly pout dropped Willow's lip as Mohinder decided to part, "A shame Momo,a real shame." With a hair flip, the pirate was forgotten and Willow's attention was back onto the task for shards. Salem lifted to a heavy fog to surround the Water Wisp, really trying to get them riled up before he shifted back and resorted to barking at it instead, as soon as Willow was a few steps away, he sprinted after her. His mind also back on task.
A thrill that could only be known by a Rogue on a mission put a grin on Willow's already chirpy face. She followed eagerly behind Riva as she dragged the barrel along, barely putting effort into lifting the other end with her teke. If someone else was willing to do the heavy lifting, why not let them?
Then as they moved forward Willow smirked as it seemed their departing pirate was coming back to them after all. "Miss us that much already, Momo?" She said with a chuckle, however in that moment she noticed the glazed look upon his face and followed his eyeline to see what interested him so. Then it flowed through her ears too, the sweetest sound she had ever heard. It was only broken by a loud barking in her ears, Salem desperate for her attention. What is it boy? she whispered to him, now focused on the water. He grew more insistent, even drowning out the song and Willow snapped back into reality. Looking across she saw Mohinder and his Wisp putting something in their ears. Whats going on... then she saw a pirate just walk straight into the depths of the sea, not to resurface again. Racing to the edge she looked into the depths below and was stunned. Sirens? By Cascade’s grace! Then the stupid stallion jumped into the sea right after the other pirate! What was he thinking, didn’t he know he was putting himself in danger too?? Everyone knew the tales of the sirens!
She fully knew the decision was crazy but she couldn’t stand by and watch two pirates drown. Following Mohinder’s suit she grabbed some cotton wads and pushed them into her ears then dove into the water, turning invisible as she went. Feeling concerned, Salem took the risk and reduced himself to a thicker fog, hoping to provide some cover and a distraction for the Sirens while they all tried to play hero.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 10, 2019 18:26:50 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Giving a soft huff, Zhen moved to pick up the end of the barrel. He was not particularly built for heavy lifting and work... But fine. As long as Hae-Ju kept the harbormaster busy, they'd be alright. Heaving his end up, he moved to walk with it when everything seemed to freeze. The air, the voices, the port, he would even dare to say the sea itself grew still.
The sound. His ears immediately flattened. He knew what this was. A siren. His specialty was the study and research of the myths and legends surrounding the Isles and Talori. Now this... His blood chilled and thickened in his veins at the very sound of the voice. Afraid to move, afraid to even breathe, Zhen watched towards the end of the docks.
As someone stepped off into the black waves.
"Siren." He hissed under his breath, the only thing he could do other than simply stare at the creature, crooning and singing. Blinking, staring, looking to Mohinder, who dared to play hero, his gaze snapped to the barrel they were holding. Loosening his grip, he quickly reached for the same cotton wads, shoving them in his ears...
And another dove in. He again hissed lowly, looking to the only other equine on the docks. "We need to distract it. Before bodies surface and we're both left at the mercy of the harbormaster." He quickly and clearly spoke. "I care not if I get paid, I'd rather keep my life and freedom. Throwing the barrel is the first thing I can think of to distract the beast, whatever is in it, maybe it's good enough to appease it temporarily so the others can get out." He quickly started rolling the barrel to the end of the dock, where the dark, inky black souless eyes had gazed up from.
Perhaps the barrel would land on top of the beast. Perhaps it would be heavy enough to drag it down and hold it there. He didn't know. But it was the first thing he could think of. He would not jump into the water himself. Creatures far worse than the siren lurked below, and Digend above, he would not tempt fate today by entering their realm on this night.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 10, 2019 23:20:38 GMT -6
... To jump into the water with a siren is a death wish. Do you possess anything with which to keep it at bay? It is water itself, if you do not have a hand in the element, then you have no abilities against it. You jump into the water and see that the first pirate has already been gripped against one of the mythical beasts. The pirate is drowning, but it has time. It must have been blessed by Alya, for it holds a bubble of air around its head. The splash of their falling into the water had been enough to disrupt the Song and in that split second they thought fast. That is good. You can still save them.
The Siren knows that, should you be blessed with the element of which she is constructed, she cannot best you. She waits for the tell-tale pull, the warp of her body under the power of such a blessing. None comes, and she grins, her watery maw opening into a gaping black abyss. Her body easily warps out of the way of both pirates as they jump into the water. They are nothing but prey to her.
She is distracted though, and before she can scream her song even louder, disrupting even the wet cotton shoved down into your ears, a wisp has streamed past her face. Sirens and wisps, while similar, are not the same type of spirit. They are similar, but they are different. The wisp is a momentary distraction. One that the Siren easily dispels back to the surface.
The Siren turns back to the pirates, pirate? was there only one. She can see the massive, fog-like canine, but she cannot see anymore than the first pirate, Mohinder. She is about to grip his jugular in her power, drag him down to the deep, when there is a powerful splash just above her, dispersing her momentarily. The Siren wails its song out, but as it reforms and scents the water, its wail turns to a purr.
The barrel's contents are pleasing, the blood that seeps into the sea alights every sense within her body. It catches the attention of the other sirens as well. The Siren is appeased, she thrashes in the water with her sisters. The rough water begins to toss the barrel about, wedges it deeply underneath the docks. It'll be a long time before the wood rots enough for the body to surface, but by then, the body will have been eaten away enough, both by the Sirens energy and the sea creatures, that it will pose no threat to the rogues and brewer there that day.
You are able to help the first pirate to have sunk beneath the waves back up onto the docks. Everyone is busy blinking away an apparent headache, very few seem to remember what has happened, even the pirate that the Sirens had nearly drowned is confused, his eyes cloudy and unfocused. Perhaps... you four are the only witnesses to the beast.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2019 13:46:41 GMT -6
Riva - Talori - Shoal (Brewer) Not once had they asked her what was in the barrel. Not once. They had eyed it with all the suspicion appropriate of a rogue before they had gone straight to negotiations of the job, any objections held behind their teeth. There was no demand to see its contents, for it did not matter to them. Not with a price tag that high. For the right amount these rogues were promised to be paid not to care and not to ask, knowing ignorance was not just bliss but safety as well. Riva had a myriad of answers lined up for any and all questions, all of them comfortably on the tip of her tongue, so well-versed in lies. There’d been a double lid, properly constructed. There had been perhaps the truth of it being an offering, there had been the lie of it being contraband to be picked up by a third party, or perhaps poisonous waste she was looking to get rid of without paying an appropriate fee. None of them were pronounced. They went silently with her as they hauled the barrel across the harbor.
Terror had snatched her heart away at the siren’s singing. It had been beautiful, of course, beautiful in the way she’d always thought only something divine could be- yet these were drowned creatures keenly aware of divinity and they had chosen to refute it. Their eyes were dark and depthless, sullen, no intelligence of conscience behind them and instead only a primitive hunger. They came to claim the living. What reigned beneath the waves was only a promise of madness. She wondered, vaguely, if these were children of Cascade that had come to claim what they thought was their due.
As she stares in horror, watching how one by one people whip their heads around and submerge into the cold depths, Zhen’s words are far away at first. It is only when she sees the barrel rolled to the end of the dock from her peripheral vision that her attention is caught. She rushes after him with quick large strides, hissing through her teeth, “What do you think you’re doing? That is not your decision to make!”
And then it is gone. It rolls off of the docks, and there is only half a heartbeat of quiet before the sirens trash about like sharks on chum in the water, foaming the waves, the spray of seawater hitting Riva who does not flinch - her teke that attempted to grab the barrel dissipating.
It had been so much work to force the body into the barrel. It had been breaking bones, rearranging dislocated limbs, dismembering, it had been the strain of her muscles and the clench of her jaw as she went to work that long dark of the night that hid all the deeds the daylight could not stand. Bloodied feathers had clung to her face, her hair, clammy and sticky. It would have been such a fine offering for the Wavemother. She would have loved it, she would have understood the intention, she would have craved it, and now it was gone. Taken by creatures from depths even Cascade had forgotten about, who did not care about this poor zealot who had been a poor worshipper and devotee indeed, who had hoped to make up for it all.
Riva takes a shaky breath and screams in rage.
Behind her, the siren’s victims are hauled above surface, alive and well.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 19, 2019 10:38:04 GMT -6
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