[center][url=https://biblehub.com/jeremiah/17-9.htm][img]https://i.imgur.com/qWI2ycc.png[/img][/url] [h1][color=palevioletred]Tense Negotiations[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] One look around at the state of affairs and a glimpse at the captain's face left Raffaella questioning her involvement in this battle. [color=palevioletred][i]Wow. He's already given up,[/i][/color] she quickly surmised of him. Before she could step in to that mess, though, she was saddled with someone else. [color=palevioletred][i]Pink one? Rude! At least my color held up though.[/i][/color] Taking a look at the swabbie, he was obviously being told to take her to safety (and to go be useless somewhere else while he was at it,) but he didn't seem to be getting the hint. [color=palevioletred][i]Yeah, some iced tea and macaroons would be great right now,[/i][/color] she thought with some snark. But, something about his doe-eyed look squeezed just a tiny bit of sympathy from the girl. After all, she herself hadn't been born the master of her own destiny that she was now. Even she had gone through a time where she simply did what she was told and tried not to be pathetic while doing it. [color=palevioletred][i]If this ship goes down, it'll turn into a worst case scenario free-for-all. Problem is, I'm no binder and certainly no sailor bitch. And then there's this guy. Well, at a bare minimum...[/i] "Uh... Yeah. Do you have... can you use a map and compass? And can you use a lifeboat? I can't really do much from here."[/color] [color=86f0a6]"Y-yes, I can read a map, a little."[/color] But he shot a nervous look back toward Balik when a lifeboat was mentioned, she was looking in another direction. The boy seemed to have understood the implication and seemed to be weighing the odds whether Balik would kill him for abandoning the ship or if he would die by staying on it. [color=86f0a6]"I can row, I can row well.[/color] He said resolutely with a nod, trying to build up some bravery to follow through. [color=palevioletred][i]Phew.[/i][/color] She tried not to let the relief show too much on her face. [color=palevioletred]"Then, let's get rowing... that-way-ish,"[/color] she replied, pointing in the general direction her presumed allies had went. [color=palevioletred]"And don't worry. No one will get mad at you for protecting a [i]totally helpless[/i] little lady."[/color] She stuck her tongue out a bit before turning to look at the water, showing him a bit of her mischievous side. Why not? He was her accomplice now, and no one would believe him anyway. [color=palevioletred]"Bye Ren~! I gotta convince our friends to not be useless pacifists real quick!"[/color] she called out as she jumped into the nearest boat, unsure if her voice could really carry over the sailors' shouts. [color=palevioletred][i]But first, I'm gonna cause some problems for those stinky pirates.[/i][/color] She grinned impishly as the boat lowered. Sticking her hand into the waters, she spread a chemical pheromone around in it, one which her loyal pet associated with "mom." ...No response. A little curiosity from other nearby threshers, but little else. Irritated, she tried again, this time bringing what command magic she had to bear to the situation. Not that she knew it by that name; she just knew her gloves were useful for commanding animals. If it were possible for a thresher to display the human experience of being unamused on its face, Kiskac did exactly that. [color=palevioletred]"Geez. What's got you so worked up?"[/color] she pouted, oblivious to what exactly she was interrupting. [color=palevioletred]"Now, which one was 'attack,' again?"[/color] she pondered, petting the creature contemplatively. She responded with a vigorous cheek pinch. [color=palevioletred]"Ahwua, dasshit!"[/color] Raffie declared triumphantly, coaxing her pet to let go. [color=palevioletred]"Go gettem,"[/color] she cooed to the alpha thresher. Kiskac sank beneath the water irritably. Was this girl stupid? Well, whatever. If it meant she'd be left alone for a little while, she could get some of the beta males to attack that barnacle-encrusted mass of wood the humans called a "boat." Not her, though. Queen that she was, she would get the others into a frenzy and have them do the work. This was the way. Whether or not Ren heard the call, Balik certainly did. But by the time she had taken notice, the lifeboat was already decending to the waters. The ship was not ill-equipped by any means, but it didn't mean that the lifeboats were in such plentiful supply that two kids could take off with one. The swabbie was a of little use and the pink one was supposed to be helping in this fight, not fleeing from it. A surge of anger rose within the second mate as she went to the side of the ship. But before she could yell TRAITOR! at the pair already rowing to the western shore, she was interrupted by the signs of movement beneath the waves and turmoil. It was not the chaotic splashing and trashing of a aquatic orgy, but the coordinated swimming of threshers primed for attack and they were heading toward the pirates. A look of respect replace that of anger on Balik's face even if Raffie was too far away to notice the subtleties. The pink one had earned her lifeboat. Balik didn't waste time in returning to her command. The swabbie rowed and rowed. Some parts fear and some parts appreciation guided what strength he gave to the oars. He had seen death on that boat and a short but periodic chuckling showed the relief he felt to escape its grasp. He didn't quite have the courage to thank her. It would be in poor taste given the battle was still going and he abandoned his countrymen. But he was grateful nonetheless. Even if he wouldn't allow himself to speak it, it was present in his eyes. [color=palevioletred]"Good job. Keep it up,"[/color] Raffaella said between breaths. It wasn't quite clear whether she was speaking to the young man rowing for his life, or to her pet beneath the waves. For her part, she was too busy drawing energy from errant cannonballs and pouring it into a combined effort between the both of them to reach the shore faster. At some point, her hair had ceased its soft pink glow. Perhaps she'd done it to make their boat less of a noticeable target in the low light. Beneath the illusions, her hair was red, and... were those freckles? It was too dark to say for sure. By the time the two had reached shore, the lapse in her guise had closed up. Maybe she hadn't even noticed. The warm luminescence coming off of her made her a target for every flying insect in the brush, however. She sputtered, annoyed, about to use her chemical magic to ward them off when she suddenly had another idea. She wasn't quite done with those pyrates just yet. Just as her pet had done with the threshers, she stirred the bugs into a frenzy. While their attention was directed downward toward the water, trying to prevent the threshers from punching a dozen holes in their hull, now was the time for an aerial strike. She didn't know much of anything about naval combat, but she knew that a ship with no sails was dead in the water, and being dead in the water was, like, super bad. ...It was no use. The Blue Adam was too far away now. Just looking at the distance she'd need to blow those chemicals through the air made her feel exhausted. [color=palevioletred][i]Aw, heck. A feat like that would make a Tethered blush...[/i][/color] She sighed and slumped against the edge of the boat, content to repel the insects for now. [color=palevioletred]"I can't... do anymore. It's up to Ren now,"[/color] she yawned. The swabbie sat near her leaning against the boat. While Raffie was considering the use of insect warfare, he had been dragging it to shore so it wouldn't float away from them. He was without the kinetic magic to make this an easy endeavor and struggled to catch his breath. With a focus toward the waters and the battle beyond, Raffie was less alert to the noises happening from the jungle. She wasn't completely caught off-guard, but certainly off balance. A group of around 10 warriors emerged with spears ready and surrounded half the lifeboat. [color=e4e675]"I thought you Virangish were supposed to be protecting us from the pirates."[/color] Prince Tamatoa called out to the pair. [color=e4e675]"I would think you should go back and join the fight."[/color] It was far from a welcoming reception. Raffie would turn to the swabbie, perhaps expecting him to have already started retreating, but he hadn't. The was fear in his eyes sure, but he held his ground. Had she inspired a sense of loyalty in the boy for getting him off the boat even if it was a matter of convenience? Raffie turned back to the jungle and noticed that Mahal was some distance behind the warriors holding them captive. As the 17-year-old turned toward the sound of the Prince's voice, it was not the face of a Virangish that greeted him, but the pale visage of a Miattan girl, shocked at the unfriendly reception. She retreated into the corner of the boat, hugging herself. It was neither the first nor the hundredth time she made a show of being harmless, and it wouldn't be the last. [color=palevioletred]"P-Please to repeat?"[/color] she stammered, thinking back to the earliest Virangish lessons she'd received. There were mistakes the non-natives always made, and she'd been mocked for them in Inipor. Now, they might just save her life. [color=palevioletred]"Ersand'Enise,"[/color] she invoked. [color=palevioletred]"Friend, school. Raffaella. With me,"[/color] she said, eyes wide as she introduced herself and patted the swabbie on the shoulder. Catching sight of Mahal, she raised her hand and waved. [color=palevioletred]"Mahal, you made it!"[/color] she cried excitedly in Avincian. [color=palevioletred]"We're over here!"[/color] The Prince looked confused at the pale girl. No, [i]she[/i] certainly didn't look Virangish and she seemed to speak the language poorly, even if Tamatoa didn't know it well himself. When she called out to Mahal, he looked over his shoulder and seemed frustrated that the Palapar girl had followed the group. Still, the recognition meant that the pink one was likely telling the truth about being a student of Ersand'Enise. His suspicions about a Virangish allegiance weren't entirely cleared, but his eyes looked more sympathetic. They unreadied their weapons. The Prince cast a discerning eye on the swabbie. [color=e4e675]"You're friend here doesn't look like much of a mage"[/color] he remarked in Avincian. [color=e4e675]"Where did you pick him up from?"[/color] Mahal's eyes tracked the slowest of the warriors. Her feet navigated quickly over the fallen trees, crashing twigs and leaves underfoot. She paused long enough to let the distance widen so no one saw she was tailing them. For now, she hoped to stay hidden until a faint voice betrayed her presence. Mahal's eyes snapped up and caught a girl dressed in pink from head to toe: Raffie. Mahal inhaled sharply when she spotted the Prince glance her way before the warriors lowered their spears. Whatever happened, tensions seemed to have dissipated for now. Mahal immediately picked up the pace to cover the rest of the distance. [color=palevioletred]"Ah!"[/color] Raffie dropped her guard and blushed a little in embarrassment as the man spoke Avincian in return. [color=palevioletred]"W-Well, he actually picked [i]me[/i] up, sir,"[/color] she replied, ignorant of the prince's rank but polite all the same. She considered calling the swabbie "Abdel" and hoping the others would get a clue and play along, or simply claiming him as a servant, but if what she'd heard about the rest of those kids was accurate, if they could do anything, it was get opposing sides to the same table, where they would expose her lies and ruin her plans. Here, some version of the truth [i]was[/i] the best policy. [color=palevioletred]"Please don't punish him for his courage,"[/color] she pleaded. [color=palevioletred]"I don't think... he can go back."[/color] She bit her lip. Tamatoa was lost in thought for a moment. It was clear that he held animosity toward the Virangish, but did those misgivings extend to a couple of teens younger than himself. His determination was strained by the call to empathy. [color=86f0a6]"Whatever you can do to me, I'll face the same thing or worse if I go back now."[/color] The swabbie spoke up with the desperation in his voice hard to miss. [color=86f0a6]"She wasn't part of the ship either. She's a student and got teleported in like the rest of them."[/color] Tamatoa seemed to believe both Raffie and the swabbie. But something about the last statement made him raise an eyebrow. If this girl had teleported in with the rest of the students, then why didn't she make it to shore with the rest of them? It was some misfortune that brought Mahal to the shore. Now the Virangish could suspect an alliance forming between themselves and the students. That is, if word were to get back to Royal Asper Company ships. But Mahal also brought a benefit to the discussion. [color=e4e675]"Mahal, it seems another student has made it to our shores. What do you say of her allegiances to Virang?"[/color] Mahal looked to the small lifeboat then shifted to the pair that used it. She caught Raffie's defense of the man and it helped confirm her earlier sightings. Likely the other shape was either Fiske or Ren, which she assumed was the latter. It would fit his arrogance nature. Still, Raffie's presence being found like this put Mahal on the spot. As if the gods knew this, she heard the Prince air a question at her. [color=#B8860B] "I don't know her well enough. We met during the trials where she tricked me with an inferno lemon. "[/color] She frowned, recalling how long it took to get the sticky goo out of her clothes. Her arms crossed over her chest as she continued. [color=#B8860B] "I can say, not all of us made it to shore. It was hard to tell who headed where in the dying light, but it wouldn't surprise me if two ended up on the Asper and the other two on the pirate ship."[/color] Her eyes darted to the side before she turned to face Raffie. [color=#B8860B] "If she causes trouble, I will... deal with her."[/color] [color=palevioletred]"Gawds. Are you really [i]still[/i] mad about the lemon incident? I already told you that—" [i]Tommy made me do it,[/i][/color] she remembered. There was no need to exchange those words, though. Raffie frowned. For all his faults, Tommy was a fun fellow, and now he was gone. [color=palevioletred]"I can't float and can barely swim. I went towards the ship because it was closer than the shore. And y'know, 'cause I figured everyone would agree the [i]pyrates[/i] are the bad guys,"[/color] she mumbled. [color=#B8860B][i]The Hegelan couldn't float or swim, but he managed to make it to shore.[/i][/color] Mahal thought, but didn't say it. Sparking a fight wasn't in her best interest right now. Her arms remained crossed in front of her chest as she took a breath, moving on from the topic. [color=#B8860B] "Was anyone else on the ship with you?"[/color] [color=86f0a6]"She's right! I-I had to fetch her out of the water."[/color] The swabbie's stammering could be easily explained by the fearful situation. [color=86f0a6]"It was the Asper flagship so plenty of people were on board. But we had to flee to safety. It was getting nasty out there."[/color] Tamatoa seemed to take in the exchange, taking a backseat to the students arguing. [color=e4e675]"We [i]could[/i] take these two in. But I couldn't guarantee we would let them leave again as they wish, or the most accomodating welcome..."[/color] [color=e4e675]"What would you say we should do, Mahal? You know this one better than I. Is she worthy of trust?"[/color] He gestured toward Raffie. Mahal's eyes turned toward Tamatoa. Her expression remained somber, giving nothing away. After a moment or two of silence, she let out a soft sigh of acceptance. [color=#B8860B] "I wish I could confidently say yes, but..."[/color] She quickly moved on. [color=#B8860B]"The others will want to know about this. She is also a student of the school, but it might make things worse if you kept them both. Last thing I want is the Virang abusing Palapar more because of an incident like this. Even if it was small, you know they would use the excuse in the name of 'justice'."[/color] She was putting what little trust she earned on the line and she hoped Raffie realized it. [color=#B8860B] "If we go back to camp, I'll take full responsibility over them. They will not leave my sight unless I say so."[/color] [color=palevioletred]"I dunno. I think whatshisname might have made it. Finze? He seems pretty strong,"[/color] Raffie replied dismissively. Apparently, she needed to disassociate with Ren if she wanted to stay alive around these Virangish-hating savages. [color=palevioletred][i]It'll be bad if they find out he was there later and didn't hear about it from me. But if I say something now, they won't think twice.[/i][/color] She crossed her arms. [color=palevioletred]"Fine by me if you want to play babysitter. Just don't expect a payout."[/color] Mahal's head tilted slightly, not sure if she should believe the girl or not. She shot back at the babysitting remark. [color=#B8860B] "Babysitting never does. If you cause too much trouble... I'll leave you outside with the wildlife."[/color] Whether it was a bluff or not, it would be hard to tell. Mahal's eyes scanned the horizon for more lifeboats coming in, but saw nothing. [color=#B8860B] "We should head back."[/color] Tamatoa paused in a conflict between the two options. [color=e4e675]"Sending two kids back into that..."[/color] He nodded toward the conflict which seemed to be growing more heated than when the pair left. [color=e4e675]"No, I don't wish to have that on my conscience. Follow us, we'll take you to camp."[/color] In unison, the warrior picked up their weapons and turned. Only a few lingered behind to make sure the pair actually followed. As they made their way back through the jungle to camp with the two Virangish in tow, Tamatoa looked toward Mahal with a modest grin. [color=e4e675]"You offered to do the babysitting, right? I might just hold you to that."[/color] As they reached the prince's campfire, Raffie could see the field of them all housing at least 10 people each. This was not a military force that either of them had expected to find, at least in regards to size. Some barely acknowledged them with passing curiosity while others understood were the pair had come from and appeared to hold them in ill regard. The two were sat at the fire on the side furthest from the camps centre. Surpisingly, they had some privacy, they were under watch but not being guarded strictly. Raffie didn't get the sense that she was restricted to where she sat now, especially if she spotted another student. [color=86f0a6]"The more I think about it,"[/color] the swabbie spoke quietly to Raffie in a moment of reflection, [color=86f0a6]"the more I think you saved me life back there."[/color] He chuckled grimly, resting his arms on his raised knees. [color=86f0a6]"I only joined the Asper Company to impress a girl back home, but now I'm just happy to be alive. I'd say I owe you for that."[/color] [color=86f0a6]"If you ever find yourself traveling the costs and stop by Malat, you have a place to stay and eat on the house. It's not much I must admit, but it's what I can give. Although, it depends on me making it out of this I suppose."[/color] He looked into the fire absent-mindedly with a smile. It was probably the first time Raffie had seen him looking optimistic. [color=86f0a6]"My name is Abdel by the way, Abdel al-Zaidi."[/color] He looked back to her. [color=86f0a6]"And your secrets safe, your hair's a natural pink to me."[/color] He joked. Tamatoa had returned to the fire and merriment of his friends. But Mahal could notice that he didn't fully return. Some lingering stares were still cast over the Virangish pair they had taken in. [color=e4e675]"I don't like it Mahal. She is a student like the rest of you and will need to join you all in your mission. We can't keep her here, but I don't trust her either. Try to keep a close eye."[/color] At Tomatoa's earlier comment back to camp, Mahal's eyes held a warm twinkle. She didn't reply until she settled in beside him, catching his concerns. She stared into the flickering fire for a few moments. [color=#B8860B] "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't intend to. Right now, it was the best solution I had."[/color] She ensured that Raffie and her companion stayed within her line of sight. The others of her group needed to know about the girl, but it could wait until after the audience with the king. She picked up a small branch then tossed it into the fire. It blackened then fell into ashes, consumed by the heat. [color=#B8860B] "Truthfully, I don't think she'll cause too much trouble. Most of her 'actions', according to her, were influenced by others. That means she either runs with the crowd or whatever serves her self interest. Right now, it serves her to cooperate."[/color] Raffaella stared at the fire, a look of obvious frustration on her face. It was probably understandable, given all she had done so far was try to get the Asper to stop firing at her allies, and send a few angry threshers at the obvious bad guys, only to be treated like a criminal for merely associating with the Virangish. [color=palevioletred]"It was nothing. I just pulled some heartstrings."[/color] Her mind wandered back again to that boy she'd liked when she was living on the streets. Then, a bigger boy had decided that he wanted to bully her for her red hair, and he'd run off and left her, and that was the end of that. How tired she was of essentially begging for her life every time she was cornered. Oh, what it would feel like when she could turn the tables. She shot Abdel a curious look. [color=palevioletred]"I did the same to get you to follow me, you know? I can use a map and compass just fine. If I had one..."[/color] she mumbled under her breath. [color=palevioletred]"Well anyway. Your deckmates aren't dead yet, but they might be soon. I missed the meeting, but I think it's pretty obvious what happened here."[/color] She looked around at the general lack of urgency among her "comrades." [color=palevioletred]"Our mission is to protect the wreck from being destroyed and pillaged. Apparently, my allies have all decided to abandon it in favor of freeing the locals from their 'oppressors' instead. Looks like they'll wait until the Virangish lose against the pirates before making their move. If only they were smart enough to realize that Tarlon and Nikan are doing the same. It's not just the Blue Adam; we're [i]surrounded[/i] by pirates. Convincing the locals to spurn their protectors so soon is absurd."[/color] She chewed her thumbnail irritably. [color=palevioletred]"But no one will listen to me. No. They'd rather follow the conniving merchant who ruined everything in ReTan... it was either her or Scarface, I just know it. Those two are always plotting something."[/color] Her knee bobbed up and down as her agitation increased, until she suddenly stopped. [color=palevioletred]"Sorry. The politics might be going over your head. All you need to know is that girl in the wheelchair is a threat to us getting out of here alive. She can't see the forest for the money trees."[/color] Too exhausted to get up and do much, but too agitated around the hostile locals' eyes to sleep, she felt truly stuck. She was hungry, too, and all of the food she brought was soggy. [color=palevioletred]"I want to go home..."[/color] she sighed, scooching closer to the fire as she shivered. Abdel did a double take, Raffie suggesting she simply pulled on his heartstrings and had him look back with scepticism. However, he took a moment, thought about it, and the look of contentment returned. Truthfully, what did it change? He still got off that ship regardless of her methods or intent. As someone without magic, he was used to being pushed around by those who could move mountains. For once it had worked out to benefit him instead. [color=86f0a6]"I wish I had one too"[/color] he replied in a similar quietened tone. He didn't wish to retract his previous offer. Abdel had focused on his own life and safety that he had zoned out the cannons firing in the distance. It was Raffie's mention that reminded him of the ship they had left. [color=86f0a6]"I'm no proud countryman, but I saw what is happening on that ship and these people are doing nothing. They are letting it happen, they wanted to send us back there."[/color] Frustration was clear in his voice. [color=86f0a6]"I do can't do much. They know where I stand in this. But they don't know about you, or at least they can't act on it. You are a student of Ersand'Enise, they'll let you see the others. I can't say they'll do the same for me but I'll do what I can."[/color] Despite being in a similar condition, Abdel remained in place where Raffie got closer to the fire. [color=86f0a6]"I do too..."[/color] Perhaps he was trying to present a divide between the two, trying to help Raffie shed the Virangish-allied label she had been given by the locals. There was plenty of food cooking over the fire, just sitting there. But none so far had given indication, for or against, whether Raffie could partake of it. [hr] [hr] Tku had set up in a small clearing in the tree line that he decorated with some loose stumps for everyone to sit on. A small fire sat at the center, barely giving enough light to see each other. Once people were seated, Tku spoke up, [color=734960]"I hope that everyone is still awake enough to come up with a plan?"[/color] Tku was already painting himself some Zenobucks. Upon spotting the others gathering, Mahal stretched and then got to her feet. She walked over to where Raffie sat with her companion then gestured for her to follow. [color=#B8860B] "Come on, it seems the others are done."[/color] On her hip, her bag began to squirm. Mahal flipped open the top to check on Diyablos. Small, reddish tentacles began to slide out and climb upward. Shortly, her companion found his favorite perch: her shoulder. [color=#B8860B] "You should've stayed home like Supok and Puno. Now I have to make sure you don't cause trouble."[/color] Mahal growled in Palaparese at him. Diyablos just stared then idly twisted his tentacle about a strand of her hair. What did she expect from a ground octopus? Once she made it over to the fire, Mahal plopped onto a stump. [color=#B8860B]"I'll manage. I assume the conversation with the royals went well?"[/color] Marz had made his way over. After the partying had died down, most of the warriors had been wrangled up. The only able bodied chemist had their work cut out for them. Last Marz saw, they were trying their best to detox Kai, the other chemist. However he had been a hand full. Marz knew that well. The moment Marz saw Tku, he waved wondering for a moment what was going on. Yet the moment he was asked the question of his alertness, Marz waved his hand in a dismissive manner and said, [color=933A16]"Aye, this is nothin'"[/color]. Marz took a seat as he began to look among the others. Upon seeing Mahal there, he became curious what she found from some of the warriors he didn't interact with, [color=933A16]"So, d'ya find anythin' yerself?"[/color] Mahal looked at the red haired Hegelan. She reflected on her time spent with Tamatoa, but felt it yielded little that they didn't already know. She took a breath then nodded her head toward Raffie. [color=#B8860B] "Likely nothing more than what we already know. Based on what the Prince told me, pirates arrived first followed by the Aspers. The tribe's pride is hurt because they can handle pirates, but the Virang is not letting them."[/color] She reached into her pouch for another bone to chew on. Before she popped it in her mouth, Diyablos' little tentacle reached out. She let him pull it from her grasp and play with it, retrieving another for herself. [color=#B8860B] "She, "[/color] Mahal gestured at Raffie,[color=#B8860B] "came to shore on a life boat with a Virangish officer."[/color] Tku looked between them, nothing of note was really said and that was fine, it was only the start after all. But he did sieze the lull to greet Raffie, [color=734960]"I'm happy that you made it to shore safely,"[/color] Tku said with a genuine smile. [color=734960]"But I must ask you something while it can still be fresh in your mind. Can you tell us how the fight is going for them?"[/color] Raffaella followed Mahal, weak and sulky as she may have been. Hungry as she was, she was no stranger to being around food she wasn't allowed to touch, and she didn't take the locals to be the generous types. [color=palevioletred]"Oh. So they're being stupid?"[/color] she replied bluntly, surprising even herself. Perhaps it was owed to her mood. Appearing to ponder this new information for a moment, she nodded. From her experience, it certainly [i]seemed[/i] like that useless Virangish captain would sooner go down with his ship than ask the locals for help. Then, to Tku, she offered her brightest, consolation-grade smile to thank him. [color=palevioletred]"It's a bit of a stalemate. Just between you and me, the captain doesn't seem the brightest. They'd probably have won already if they had a better leader, but I don't know anything about boats, so I came to get the rest of you,"[/color] she explained. Pondering for a moment if it was worth keeping up her "dumb cutie" act, she decided to say her piece. Soon, the domain of politics would be unavoidable, and the public would need to see her as [i]semi-[/i]competent, at least. [color=palevioletred]"I think this one's real simple. The Nikanese and the Tarlonese have no right to be here and are basically pyrates, too. We should make a show of unity between the Virangish and the locals and get rid of the [i]pyrate[/i] pyrates before they realize that and all band together. We can worry about how the pie is sliced and whether or not the Virangish deserve any once all the [i]actual[/i] bad guys are gone—the ones who probably wouldn't hesitate to kill both us and the locals."[/color] It didn't take Tku to realize the error of his ways, asking questions right away when their was a hungry girl, truly deplorable. He sat with his paintbrush, thinking of what he knew of her. While tapping the side of his head, an image reemerged of her enjoying a cart of Baklava during the trials. [color=734960][i]That will be sure to fill her up,[/i][/color] Tku simply thought, not knowing the depth of this girl's pit of a stomach. He calmly listened as he pulled out some red, yellows, greens as the main colors but put out a bit of black, white and blue. Layer by layer, depth was being added and a baklava was on its way. But Tku could not just paint it and it be done just yet, even he was not that fast without the use of excessive magic. He had a conversation to participate in. [color=734960]"I'm not sure about them being pirates though,"[/color] Tku spoke to what he knew, [color=734960]"The Tarlonese had already made contact with the King Kaleo and Queen Kanani and have made favorable impression of them."[/color] He wasn't actively contesting her point of them being here for selfish gain per se but rather offering an insight to what he had learned so far. [color=734960]"And as far joining hand with them,"[/color] he sighed, [color=734960]"They have made it known they do not wish to work with the Virangish under these circumstances that are being suggested."[/color] The baklava was staring to form although now he wished he made pie, maybe he can make just one slice? Tku simply went back to his baklava, painting it was making him hungry. Raffie averted her eyes, twirling her hair nervously, imagining that Tku must be painting her. Truly, why [i]else[/i] would he have suddenly started painting for no reason? [color=palevioletred]"O-Oh. Are the King and Queen aware of what Tarlon is up to lately?"[/color] she replied, her tone less snarky but still skeptical. [color=palevioletred]"Hardly the best country to get involved with, and not in their best interest to snub Virang. I worry that they may not realize just how big a problem pyrates have become these days."[/color] Still, she continued to listen. [color=palevioletred]"So, they want better terms? What are those?"[/color] She rested her chin on her wrist, posing a little, but not trying to make it [i]look[/i] like she was posing. Marz nodded to Mahal showing he had heard what she said as he now listened to the others speak as they were the ones who knew what was happening. Mahal had finally noticed the rumbling of Raffie's stomach. The sound was familiar and distinct, especially for someone like her. While the pink haired girl played niceties to Tku, she gave a sigh then pulled up onto her feet. Shifting past the pair, she moved toward the nearest food pit. A large roasted animal was skewered between two large poles and mostly eaten. She sliced off a few large chunks onto a large leaf then walked back. As she sat down, Mahal set it on Raffie's lap without warning. [color=#B8860B] "Here, eat that. I can hear your stomach growling."[/color] Maura waited patiently as she allowed the others to speak and share their thoughts. Outside superficial pleasantries, nothing constructive was spoken of to succeed in the mission. Not even Tku had relayed the discussion with the Royals productively. [i]And this is why it comes down to me[/i], she thought, brushing her hair to the side, as she moved to instill some structure to the discussion. [colour=C0C0C0]“So, here's the deal. The locals want to maintain cordial relations with the Virangish and potentially appease the Tarlonese to eliminate the other interlopers,”[/colour] she began, gesturing to the pirates and the Nikanese. [colour=C0C0C0]“In return, they demand that none of them approach that island. It holds special religious significance to the people here. However, we have been granted permission, as arbiters, to access the wreck. Our objective is to find enough valuable items to bribe the Virangish to leave it alone. While we are authorized to protect any archaeological artefacts, it's unlikely we'll be able to preserve everything. We've been instructed to steer clear of their religious objects, such as the war graves, as they fear zealot Darhannics may attempt to destroy them.”[/colour] She glanced toward Raffie with a raised eyebrow. [colour=C0C0C0]“Due to the losses being against Eeiako, they requested Kaureerah doesn’t go on the island for that reason too. We’ll speak to her about this.”[/colour] Gesturing to Tku, she continued, [colour=C0C0C0]“Our talented artist here will assist in constructing art pieces to emphasize the island's importance and deter people from approaching with worthless materials. The locals will help commemorate the religious site.”[/colour] [colour=C0C0C0]“Now that we have the broad strokes outlined, are there any questions before we delve into the specifics?”[/colour] Marz began to look around, he was listening to the others begin discussing. Yet before anything began to get moving, Marz saw the small woman who wheeled herself into the area then began to state countless things. She began to speak with matter of fact talks, making statements of what will be the plan. There was no allowance of discussion. With countless facts being stated and plans already being made. There could have been countless things he could have allowed. Someone being straight forward, fine. Someone wishing to put their foot down to on their own plan, Marz is fine with that, he even likes that in others. Yet there is one sin Marz cannot forgive. [color=933A16]"Who keeled over and made you queen?'"[/color] Marz asked Maura, with no shortness of disgust. Even his face showed it as he continued, [color=933A16]"We're 'ere to discuss. Naw' spew vomit at ea' other until one of us pass out and er forced to go along"[/color]. Then Marz leaned forward, pointing to Maura as he continued, [color=933A16]"An' also. Why in de 'ell did I build yer bathtub if the plan doesn't need it?"[/color] When Maura made a face at Raffie, she made a point of looking away from Maura with a huff. If she was going to be ignored, she wouldn't fight for a seat at the rabble's table. Then, Mahal surprised her with goodies. They... really did look surprisingly good. [color=palevioletred]"Um... r-really?"[/color] she replied, embarrassed. [color=palevioletred]"...Thanks."[/color] Still, she held herself back, eating slowly, which was the next best thing when a food was impossible to eat in ladylike manner. She barely held back a snort as Marz chided Maura. [color=palevioletred]"Uhh... bathtub..?"[/color] she inquired, very confused. [color=palevioletred][i]Not that I'd disagree that she needs one.[/i][/color] She smirked with a mouth happily full of wild game. Eating gamey meat around a fire with kids giving each other a hard time... it was almost nostalgic. [color=palevioletred][i]Eh, shit. I need a bath too.[/i][/color] [color=#B8860B] "You're welcome,"[/color] Mahal struggled a bit with the words. She was not use to being thanked for something minor. When the woman in a wheel chair's voice rang out with a tone of authority and privilege, her eyes darted that direction. Mahal's eyes narrowed at the mention of religious ground. That was never brought up by Tamatoa, but she also didn't ask. Still it felt like something important to mention. [color=#B8860B] "I agree with Marz. "[/color] Diyablos reminded distracted with his makeshift toy as she continued,[color=#B8860B] "Based on what the zeno said, the Aspers are here to 'protect' the salvage rights. I don't think they will leave until the wreck has been confirmed to have nothing of value. It doesn't feel like our word will be enough."[/color] [colour=C0C0C0]“You can be the Queen, but as majestic as your beard is, we don’t think you would suit the dress,”[/colour] Maura said with a smile, amused by the Hegelan's accusation. [colour=C0C0C0]“But to address your point, this is why we participated in the negotiations: to establish the framework of the plan. While some aspects may not align with my preferences, certain points were insisted upon by the locals. So, we must work with what we have.”[/colour] Regarding the comment about the bathtub, Maura added, [colour=C0C0C0]“When have we ever seen a plan go smoothly? People are already focused on objecting to the situation instead of discussing resolutions. Feel free to pitch any suggestions. As stated, the floor is open.”[/colour] She waved her hand, indicating that he could speak. Turning to Mahal, Maura appeared unsure of what exactly she agreed with, but listened attentively nonetheless. [colour=C0C0C0]“Great point. So, since we cannot allow them near the wreck, how do you propose we resolve that, Mahal?”[/colour] She smiled as she looked toward the girl, awaiting her suggested solution to the problem. Mahal locked eyes with the woman in the wheelchair before her head shifted down in a thoughtful manner. Her mind considered the simplest answer. They needed someone to confirm it that the Virangish might consider loyal or trust. Her eyes shifted to the man, wherever he sat, that came with Raffie. He wasn't the best choice, but better than letting someone of higher authority stomp around on the island. [color=#B8860B]"A Virangish sailor brought Raffaella on shore. What if we clear out the artifacts and any interesting valuables then let him take a look? He can confirm what we said and gives more strength to it. We'll be escorting him the whole time to ensure he doesn't hurt any... sacred ground."[/color] She paused a bit on the label as she remained skeptical over it. Maura observed Mahal, noting how the girl's mouth opened and closed as she thought, then spoke once she had formulated her response. [colour=C0C0C0]“So, you propose that to solve the issue of not allowing them access, we should give them access?”[/colour] Maura smiled sweetly as she extended her hand toward Raffie. [colour=C0C0C0]“We already have our own Virangish Biro as a witness. Since they provided her with an escort, they should deem her trustworthy enough, don't you think?”[/colour] Mahal's jaw tightened. Maura's sweet tone sounded more like mockery than sincere causing her temper to flare. Her fists tightened before her form went slack. If her first year at the academy taught her anything, it was fighting her classmates got her nowhere. Best to just resign herself to pure muscle and not think. [color=#B8860B]"Just one, but you're right. Just.. tell me what I'm doing and I'll be out of your hair."[/color] Mahal didn't care if her tone was abrasive or not. [color=palevioletred]"Let's get our facts straight,"[/color] Raffie interrupted between bites. [color=palevioletred]"My adoptive mother is Virangish, and my citizenship is with Inipor. None of that matters anyway, since I don't look the part of either. They have no reason to trust me over any of you. I've done nothing for them."[/color] She gave Maura the side eye. [color=palevioletred]"Accusing me of being with them is a great way to get the locals to tie me to a pike, though, if that was your aim."[/color] Maura sighed as Raffie spoke, giving her a sympathetic smile. [colour=C0C0C0]“They don’t know your backstory; it isn't conveniently located on a parchment for them to read. So, a sweet innocent girl from Virang, seen as a paragon of virtue, is a very good tale to spin to help resolve matters,”[/colour] she explained. She knitted her hands together. [colour=C0C0C0]“The locals want to work with Virang the right way, and they are scared of crossing the tiger. Will you help them? We promise they wouldn’t dare put your head on a pretty pike.”[/colour] Tku continued to draw a baklava, though now it wasn't as important. He has planned a slow conversation over the course of an hour. Tku [i]wanted[/i] to avoid just laying things out all at once because it would stifle speech, in his opinion. But Maura saw something and seized it because she could. He couldn't agree to her plan, not fully at least. It had lies and some off handed remarks that felt aimed at Raffie and Darhanics in general? And lastly, she has stated to everyone it was religious, a lie to her allies. And for some reason, Tku would need to make fake art to dissuade them and then have the people here to say it was. It was messy. But luckily, [color=734960][i]the Baklava looked crispy, I mean thank the Gods for a drunk Hegelan.[/i][/color] Tku made no attempt to hide the light chuckle he had, it was objectively funny. It didn't slow Maura though, instead it at least opened for people to discuss. [color=734960][i]But what am I going to say.[/i][/color] He was putting together his thoughts since it seems anything less that a rebuttal followed but an immediate counterproposal was asking for sass. She was already angering Marz and Mahal. Raffie could get offended and Kaureeerah could also prove to be a troubling point. Tku had finished up his Baklava! [color=734960]"Raffie,"[/color] Tku called her attention over despite the very heavy accusation. With a flip of the canvas, a warm tray of Baklava formed. [color=734960]"A little slow compared to Mahal but hopefully the wait was worth it, share it if you want,"[/color] he handed it over, obviously eyeing a corner bit himself. [color=734960]"Alright,"[/color] he put his hands together and pointed at Maura, [color=734960]"Let's get some things straightened. Having a full plan is fine, even preferable, but you are creating stess here. 3 of the people we came with are not even with us and you have managed to anger 3 of the 5 people here. Ren is dangerous, Maura. Raffie has stated that the Captain of the Viragish isn't the brightest and like she said, they have no reason to believe her."[/color] He sighed, [color=734960]"Let me lay out what I have heard and know. The people here do not wish to fight and die with the Virangish to give them things. They would be willing to do so if they do not step on the island. The Island is their focus, not the treasures on it. They are on good terms with the Tarlonese, not so much the Nikanese but they are not pirates and have met up with them at some point."[/color] He looked around to make sure people are on that point. [color=734960]"Raffie says the virangish captain isn't the brightest and that they wouldn't just trust her. I believe her,"[/color] He looked over at Raffie and nodded at her. [color=734960]"The Bathtub is... I'm not sure, to be honest, but I trust Maura brought it because we [i]could[/i] use it"[/color] He looked back at Maura and Marz. [color=734960]"Can we work together from this point,"[/color] he looked at Mahal, and his old teammate. Raffie turned away from Maura in her seat. There was simply no way she was going to let that smarmy woman use her as a tool, especially if it involved doing something with the Virangish. It was too big of a risk from her experience so far, and whose word did she have that they wouldn't at least imprison her for being associated with Virang? Maura's? What was Maura's word worth?! [color=palevioletred]"Oh, they [i]won't[/i] put my head on a pike? That's nice. Tell that to the big guy who wanted to throw me to the threshers just for coming from that general direction. Sorry, not sorry, but your plan to [i]use me[/i] against the people you decided all on your own are the bad guys is a no-go."[/color] The pouting continued, until suddenly there was a plate of baklava. Momentarily flabbergasted, she didn't miss her chance to grab a handful and add it to her growing collection of sustenance. Then, she took another piece and all but shoved it into Mahal's face-hole. [color=palevioletred]"Try this, it's good!"[/color] she huffed, trying to act as though the ongoing argument were already over and she were trying to restore some semblance of peace—demonstrate some token effort at maturity—but, her anger seeped through her words, and she made no effort to continue engaging with the debate. As if summoned, Kaureerah soon found herself headed back from her conversation with Leilani. It did not take a genius to see that things were not going smoothly. [color=deb887]"Eye hoope Eye deedn't meess too mauch!"[/color] she called out, hurrying along the beach, [color=deb887]"baut eet looks lyke Eye deed!"[/color] She skidded to a stop in the growing space around Maura. [color=deb887]"Enyaune cere too feel mee een?"[/color] she inquired, glancing about. Maura smiled warmly as Kaureerah turned up. [colour=C0C0C0]“There you are, you were gone for far too long.”[/colour] She held her arms out toward her, suggesting they embrace each other as friends. Kaureerah glanced about, noticing the less-than favourable expressions towards Maura. [color=deb887][i]Keko, whaut heve yoo daune?[/i][/color] she groaned inwardly, but nobody else had said anything yet and there was nothing that would stop her from embracing her friend anyhow. They hugged tightly and exchanged a handful of whispered words in reassuring voices. Then, pulling back a little bit, Kaureerah glanced momentarily at Tku as well and smiled. [color=deb887]"Doo yoo news fraum te keeng end queen?"[/color] [color=734960]"It's good to have you, help yourself to Baklava if miss Raffie allows,"[/color] Tku waved over to Raffie, currently forcing it down Mahal's gullet. Tku straightened up, [color=734960]"We have,"[/color] he looked at Maura, [color=734960]"And some discussions have happened but they have turned out rather sour so far but are hopefully going to try and start again?"[/color] Tku didn't look anywhere in specific this time but Kaureerah was smart. Tku then described what he had said earlier about what they knew, this time without as much stressed tone. [color=palevioletred]"Yes! Please try it,"[/color] she piped up with a smile, grateful to Tku for sweeping away the awkwardness for her to make the offer. Mahal knew there would be no discussing, just plain and simple orders. What was the point? They would only get chided and she didn't feel like wasting her time or energy. Shaking her head, she just snapped. [color=#B8860B] "Tku... there's no point in a discussion if- "[/color] Before she finished her sentence, Raffie was shoving something in her face. Mahal flinched and jerked about, noting the strange multi-layer pastry being presented. A light, honeyed scent with a hint of nuts filled her nostrils. She gave it a suspicious look. Before the pink haired girl could react, Mahal pulled forward. Her teeth sank into the corner and took a large chomp from the piece. She chewed then begrudgingly took the rest of the offering. Mahal had been stuffed full of Baklava, as had Maura, and Kaureerah could hardly refuse. [color=deb887]"Promise it isn't poisooned, yoo beeg bed Veerengeesh?"[/color] she teased with a wink, but she took some, sat down, and had a bite. [color=deb887]"Ooh, thees ees good,"[/color] she enthused, savouring the taste and rocking back and forth on the spot. In truth, Kaureerah had heard things that had shaken her almost as soon as she'd arrived, and she could sense how broken this discussion was, but drawing further attention to it would likely only make it worse. [color=deb887]"Let's eet, end then let's heer whaut peeple heve too sey."[/color] She picked up a stick from the sand. [color=deb887]"Een my caultoore, these theengs aur secred,"[/color] she began, still chewing. [color=deb887]"Naut steecks, baut the eyedeea thet te persaun hooldeng eet ees te oonly speeker. Eet helps when peeple aur argooeng."[/color] She held it up. [color=deb887]"Enywaun waunt too goo foorst?"[/color] Tku asked for the stick, he was more than game for a talking stick. [color=734960]"So I have the stick,"[/color] he raised it into the air to show that he indeed had the stick. It was but a normal stick for now. [color=734960]"I will be frank with my wishes,"[/color] Tku prefaced, [color=734960]"From what Raffie has said and my own experiences with Ren, I believe simply trying to convince the Virangish not to explore the Island won't work. My suggestion is to use the Tarlonese to pressure the Virangish victors to have to take what they can, a.k.a. what we give them, and head off before things get rough and potentially get into a 2nd fight. I know it's rough but that would be my preferred actions."[/color] He held out the stick for someone else to take. [color=deb887]"Eet's bed menners too jaust teke eet beck,"[/color] Kaureerah admitted, [color=deb887]"Baut thet's geeven mee e beet auf en eyedea."[/color] She paced. [color=deb887]"Eye waus theenkeng wee heve ebaut fyve moore haurs auf daurk remeyning,"[/color] she began, looking towards those more scientifically inclined for confirmation. [color=deb887]"Ryght?"[/color] Tku tossed the stick to Kaureerah and then quickly had it tossed back, [color=734960]"Um, Let's see, Palapar is..."[/color] he pulled a map of the world from his bag. Realizing he is, in fact, not good with time. Obejan's had their own way of measuring time. [color=734960]"There is an 'amount' of time, yes,"[/color] Tku answered, completely unsure of how many hours it has been. [color=C0C0C0]"Don't you have a banana that can expedite almost any process?"[/color] Maura prodded helpfully, and Tku blinked. She was... not wrong. [color=734960]"Oh! I have a guy,"[/color] Tku took out his banana and held it up to his ear like a horn, [color=734960]"Banana Phone, Sigmund Bastañer, please."[/color] There was a pause like he was on hold and Tku seemed to be tapping his foot to a beat. [color=734960]"Ah Sigmund! It's me Tku!"[/color] . . . [color=734960]"Know this is me, you picked me up in Nikan when I was about to become a courtesan,"[/color] . . . [color=734960]"Yes, Kitakuni, I just thought they were testing my art skills not that other stuff,"[/color] . . . [color=734960]"Told you it was me. How I am contacting you doesn't matter, I have a question that only you can answer."[/color] . . . [color=734960]"We're in Moatu Suva, yes, that one, and we are wondering how much time we have before sunrise or I guess effective darkness hours,"[/color] . . . [color=734960]"4 hours and 45 minutes? Yep, thank you. Yes, I will come by to visit, I'll even do my best to bring you a souvenir. Bye now my friend,"[/color] Tku hanged up the phone. [color=734960]"4 hours and 45 minutes, your estimate was good Kaureerah!"[/color] He nodded at her like he didn't just call a Zeno. What even was calling? Kaureerah clapped, and almost bobbled it when he tossed the talking stick back. [color=deb887]"Soo,"[/color] she continued mischievously, hardly missing a beat, [color=deb887]"whaut eef wee get sneeky?"[/color] She shook her head. [color=deb887]"Maura hes thet saub Maurz soo generoosly poot toogether. Wee heve enaugh tyme."[/color] She began ticking items off on her fingers. [color=deb887]"We heve the steltheeest veeheecle eemegenauble."[/color] She counted another, [color=deb887]"End the pyretes end Veerengeesh aur es deestrected es they'll ever get!"[/color] She glanced at her friend, hoping for approval. [color=deb887]"Plenty auf tyme foor aull thet tresoore too moove -"[/color] She shot Maura a very brief but meaningful look. [color=deb887]"- weeth saum auf te pryme peeces aun te saub. Then, te Veerengeesh cen see te wreck naune te wyser, fynd whaut screps wee leeve them, end leeve graumbleng ebaut hauw eet wausn't woorth eet baut weeth no ceyse egenst aus."[/color] She paused and shrugged. [color=deb887]"There aur praubebly hooles een et,"[/color] she admitted, [color=deb887]"baut thet's where aull yoo smaurt peeple caume een."[/color] Raffie appeared to have fallen asleep in her seat, but when the opportunity arose, she suddenly perked up. [color=palevioletred]"Ooh, ooh!"[/color] she exclaimed, reaching for the stick with excited, wiggly fingers. There was other movement around Raffie, too, but it was surely a trick of the firelight. [color=palevioletred]"Nobody knows how many of us students came through the portal, probably. Who would have had the luxury to stop and do a headcount?"[/color] she suggested. [color=palevioletred]"One group joins the battle and acts like siding with Virang was always the plan. Another 'investigates' the locals and finds that they took nothing and did nothing wrong. The last group was never here."[/color] She smiled sweetly. [color=palevioletred]"We take anything that could be used as a weapon of war, in particular. If we get caught, we were here to prevent the scales of power from tipping in favor of war breaking out. That's our 'official' mission."[/color] She crossed her arms proudly.