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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 15:54:49 GMT
“We aren’t interchangeable,” she scoffed. “Anyway, if you know her then you know Demetrius. They left together. I think he likes me more, though. Most people do.” She touched his arm, fingertips first, then the whole palm, running it up to his shoulder, which she squeezed. “I thought you did.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 16:44:10 GMT
He looked down and hesitated maybe a moment too long to answer. “It’s a navigation tool,” he said, “but it’s also a family heirloom. It’s supposed to keep me from harm. Silly superstitions you know? Want to hold it a second? It’s always warm no matter how cold it gets.” "Oh yes." She held out an eager hand. "I remember when you came aboard with it, but I thought it was just some dull sailor's trinket thing then. I'm curious now. Is it magic?" “Yes,” he said, “it’s very enchanted. Just have a picture in your mind when you hold it. My m-family used it for centuries.” |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 17:10:30 GMT
“Yes,” he said, “it’s very enchanted. Just have a picture in your mind when you hold it. My m-family used it for centuries.” She sucked in a breath and contemplated the bauble for a moment. "What kind of picture? I assume you don't mean me slaying one of those monster shrimp, or meeting the Nedrassian Serpent, or the form of the best lover I ever had. You said it's used for navigation, but how can I have an accurate picture when I do not know the region?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 17:34:13 GMT
“No, just picture anything,” he said. “Unless you want to take over navigating, I suppose. I guess lovers could work, or flowers, or a crowd waiting for you to play a song. Even that duel you told me about. Or you could picture that disgusting mutant shrimp meal is instead a shepherds pie with all the fillings of civilized people.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 7, 2020 17:34:51 GMT
Ceutinde stayed seated while the others drifted off in pairs, refilling her glass with the abandoned whiskey and nursing it. She kept an eye on Konrad and Justine/Juliette from across the deck, but he seemed to have it well in hand. Meanwhile, Kjell was having an actual conversation - albeit about killing things - and Silvia seemed to have a young gentleman admirer. She decided to savor the moment.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 17:44:29 GMT
Silvia grinned as she thought about the best performance she had ever had, back in Bastion, the night they first named her the Skylark. She took the bauble from Zavier and drank in the memory of that glorious night, her own singing, the way the people hand been mesmerised by her performance. and how they had cheered her afterwards.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 18:06:18 GMT
She felt a strange sensation wrap around her as she held the bauble and she was actually there, looking around the crowd, her lute in her hand. The hot air of the crowded theater is condensing on her skin and a handsome man is vigorously waving his ale and getting the foam on her in celebration of her performance. The only change is in the hole in the stage next to her that a dull golden light that matches the bauble is shining through.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 19:03:03 GMT
“We aren’t interchangeable,” she scoffed. “Anyway, if you know her then you know Demetrius. They left together. I think he likes me more, though. Most people do.” She touched his arm, fingertips first, then the whole palm, running it up to his shoulder, which she squeezed. “I thought you did.” Demetrius hadn’t exactly made himself known of late, although the name rang a bell. He patted her hand on his shoulder, “I can understand how that might make you feel,” he said, “it must have been very lonely. But you do have friends and people who want to help you.” He added. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 19:13:49 GMT
He sounded pitying. Juliette didn’t like pity. “Feelings are fleeting. Now, why did you really want to talk to me over here, hmm? You didn’t really just want to talk, did you?”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 19:31:46 GMT
Konrad considered that perhaps his desire to help had been misplaced. She had, in her own way warned him after all, “Juliette, it is never been my intention to offend you. I am enjoying a chat with a beautiful woman under a matchless starlight sky. I hoped you might enjoy the company also.” His eyes hardened slightly as they searched hers for her intentions, but they seemed as fluid and mercurial as the waters.
His hand tightened over hers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 19:32:52 GMT
The Tranquility ility hears multiple shots fired on the Odyssey. This is concerning as each gun only fires once.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 7, 2020 19:33:13 GMT
This is followed shortly by the sound of Nigel bellowing "MEDIC!"
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 7, 2020 19:38:07 GMT
Ceutinde, having overheard a kerfuffle on the other ship, was not surprised that a familiar voice was subsequently calling for aid. She stood up and walked over to the rail, though she couldn't see quite that far in the darkness. "Leave it, Nigel! If it's still like that in four hours, then call me!"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 7, 2020 19:43:29 GMT
There was a moment of silence followed by an "Aha!" that echoed across the waves.
"We had a bit of a scrap over here and my self gratification arm seems to be hemorrhaging blood, so it's an emergency," he called back. "As much as I enjoy the left handed stranger from time to time."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 19:44:16 GMT
She felt a strange sensation wrap around her as she held the bauble and she was actually there, looking around the crowd, her lute in her hand. The hot air of the crowded theater is condensing on her skin and a handsome man is vigorously waving his ale and getting the foam on her in celebration of her performance. The only change is in the hole in the stage next to her that a dull golden light that matches the bauble is shining through. She smiled and waved to the crowd and sang a few lines of her encore. "The nobleman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the nobleman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing." She strummed her lute as she sang and moved among the audience. "The nobleman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach..." |
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