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The reaction of the newly created crew had her covering her mouth with her gloved hands to cover the smile. It was a victory for her especially with her chimera friend frowning. Aconite did not show much but his aura was more or less of displeasure. She even clapped her hands in delight when Sir Tyler went ahead and joined, even eying the position of first mate. Icy was not very fond of hierarchy or any position in the ship. She was satisfied to just go on an adventure. If the human wanted to be first mate, she will not deny him but it would be amusing for her to watch him 'earn' the position as he said. She would be placing some problems into his lap along the way. Their captain was boisterous and quite entertaining. Even with her injuries, she still moved as if her face was not punched in. Miss Salia - Captain Salia. Let's see where this will take them. Red eyes watched each of the crew, a cacophony of personalities with strengths and weaknesses. Who would she really prioritize to protect and disgruntle? Who she could tease and argue with and even try to hurt in any case. Looking down at the child, she saw the faint redness on Miss Risk's face. Cute. They again stood where they were not really noticed by the pub, just watching and commenting. "That was dangerous," Aconite murmured leaning towards her, ears lightly resting on her head. "We could have caused a fight. Do you want your face smashed like your captain?" he teased. "Knowing you," she smirked. "I do not think I am in any sort of danger." "Well you won't have to worry about me fighting for the place, at least. I'm not interested. I'm better at a cannon or with a gun in my hands," Sir Fyrus declared. Icy chuckled and again winked at the male. "Guns?" she mused teasingly. She has read about the double meaning of those. And quite heard a lot of the ladies in the alleyway talk about how marvelous the 'guns' of their patrons were. "What is your opinion of the saying 'The bigger the gun, the better the experience'?" she asked, genuinely curious. |
Achish Ga | The hangover he was feelin' was not as intense as his rage on that little wench. How dare she take all his shells and slither away like a snake she was. This part of the island was small and he knew he will find Salia sooner or later. Ga is going to take back his shells from Salia with any means necessary. He was also going to make sure the woman would learn her lesson. Maybe a missing limb body part would teach her. He had previously sent his crew to search for the rat but none came back. "Lazy lot," he stated, knowing that they would have spent the day drinking before they set sail to sell the bird-man to the highest bidder. Half-animals were a trend in the other seas. They were usually used as slaves - a spell making sure they would be forever bound to their owners until death. Achish Ga was famous for his heists and ship. And infamous for the activities he does around the isles. Those who do not know him were either living under a rock or from a foreign island. Ga holds this part of the island as his own. Walking around the docks, he could not help but hear the loud voice of his target. Off course that rapscallion would be in a pub. Cracking his neck and knuckles, he moved towards the source of the noise, people stepping aside knowing they would be killed if they would not move their asses. Slamming the pub's door open, Ga took the attention of the patriots of the place as his eyes scanned for his target. And much like what he expected, Salia was yelling nonsense among a bunch idiots. "You little whore," he growled out, unsheathing his weapon. He moved slowly, having a sick satisfaction of watching the other costumers move aside or moving them himself by grabbing their faces and pushing them aside. He then towered before the table where Salia was, ignoring the small fries around her. "Cough them shells up. You owe me a lot." |
Aconite Bane Location: Mogby's Dock N Hub | Off course Icy would take this opportunity to convince people to join the poor captain. He growled as she once again stood next to him. Later in the day, once they dispersed, he was going to try and talk her out of joining. One: He did not want to have a commission where he has to track them down and take their heads. Two: He knew his priorities and would regret his actions for the rest of his life. Gathrealite. A legend. Only told in whispers much like all the things they could not explain. Like the creatures of the deep. Be it real or not, the dangers of this adventure was much too high for Icy. "Tell me you really are not going to find something that does not exist." His ears perked up then, the sudden entrance of another loud ass entered. The face and build looked familiar but for now, he could not put his finger on it. Pulling Icy behind him, he readied. "Something wrong?" the lady asked as the man approached. "Keep low," he warned those who could hear him. His eyes stayed on the male, searching through his memories of all the wanted posters. Achish Ga. If ever he was wrong about his guess, he could just report to the guild that this person was terrorizing the innocent people in the area. His ear twitched in irritation when a weapon was drawn. All the other guests in the pub also started pulling out their weapons, assuming the worst. Everyone was waiting. |