Black Ninja

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Abigail frowned not at all liking this. The heavy cuffs were placed on her rescuer, her own protests completely ignored. She turned once more to lecture her uncle and the Commodore before she found herself quickly pulled up against Vivienne, a knife placed against her neck.

It was strange. One would think she should be terrified or even furious that the person she was trying to help would take her captive. But she felt neither. In fact, she was a bit impressed and almost glad that the woman had done this. Even if she was the one that was hostage. She had no fear that she would get killed or even hurt but she knew from the looks of the others, they didn't completely know that either. Which meant, she was foolish or that they just didn't understand. She didn't think it was the former. The woman risked her life to save hers. Why then would she attempt to hurt her? No. She might be foolish - and undoubtedly will get a lecture from her cousin, uncle, the Commodore and eventually down the line, her parents - but she was glad.

Standing rigid, with the dignity of her class, she made no move, her breathing calm as the woman spoke. The woman was intelligent. She figured out how to make the best of a bad situation. A hostage - especially someone like her - would be key in helping her escape. Abigail was a bit proud of that.

She accepted the things from the Commodore and turned slightly, the blade still at a dangerous level, as she put them back. "Yes it is." There was no fear in her tone or anger.

So she was a pirate. It still seemed strange and Abigail wasn't sure she completely believed it. Whoever the woman was though, she was amazing. Skilled, intelligent, nice. Even pretty in her own way. And - she didn't seem to have the shackles of class holding her down. Abigail felt a bit envious.

Her back to her friends, family, and 'rescuers', Abigail met the woman's gaze calmly. "Thank you for saving me," she said quietly. "I sincerely hope you escape. If you make it that far, there's a small cave on the north side of the island. The entrance is usually blocked by the tide but it's dry inside." She spoke quickly and very quietly as she placed the gun and sword into the woman's belt. Taking her time in order to get the words out. Finishing, she gave a slight nod before turning back around.

Star Trek: A New Journey

@Tranquility
Hey - just wanted to make sure that this has officially passed on.
I understand if it has, I just want to confirm.

I hope everything is going well.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

"No!" Abigail quickly moved to follow them, trying to push herself between the guards and Vivienne. She ignored the protest the others made and lifted her chin. "She saved my life. Is this how we repay her?" She demanded using every ounce of authority her mother had drilled into her. The power of being the daughter of a lord. The ramifications that came with it. "We can't execute her. She could have escaped while the guards were distracted when I fell. But instead, she risked her life for mine. I won't allow it."

Of course, her stubbornness was just waved aside. Her uncle, though seeming to like her, didn't really agree. "Move aside, Abigail." He ordered. "She's a criminal. She might have saved your life but it doesn't justify her actions."

Abigail frowned, not understanding why the Commodore and her uncle seemed intent on punishing someone who rescued her. Her gaze glanced over at Vivienne. She didn't look like a pirate. Was there even such a thing as female pirates? It was doubtful. Seemed odd to her. Pirates were these old men with missing limbs or teeth. Foul and seeming the worst of society. Not a woman who, though dressed in a mannerism not really fitting everyday wear, risked jumping into the water to save her.

"Abigail, if you won't move, I'll have the guards remove you. You don't understand. And frankly you are probably disillusioned at the moment. That was a long fall. We need to get you to a doctor to make sure you are alright." The governor waved a hand for a couple guards to move her out of the way.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Oh I'm sure.
Which will be sad but at the same time understandable.
But it will be growth :)

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Ah the naivety of youth. lol
Poor Abigail has much to learn.
She's way too kind natured at the moment and not at all jaded. lol

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Abigail looked over as the guards and Elizabeth came running up. A smile formed on her lips at the sight of her cousin. Though it turned a bit embarrassed and sheepish as she was pulled to her feet. "I'm fine," she said. "I wasn't watching where I was standing." The coat was nice but she really wasn't cold. The water was warm and at the moment she still had adrenaline running through her veins. Despite the fact her clothes were soaked to her skin, her hair plastered behind her. Her parents would have a conundrum if they saw her now. Her uncle made up for that. "I'm fine," she repeated a bit unsettled with all the concern and attention.

As her rescuer introduced herself, Abigail turned and looked at her, the smile growing wide. The smile vanished at the accusation from the redcoats. Drawing herself up to all the authority she was accustomed to, she glared at them. "She saved my life." Her tone held rebuke at the insinuation that her rescuer would be anything but good. The woman saved her. Pulled her out of the water when she would have drowned. That alone had to indicate the woman had a virtuous heart. That she was good. Therefore, Abigail was appalled that anyone would even dare suggest the woman was capable of evil. There was undoubtedly a good explanation to the whole thing.

Moving away from Elizabeth, her chin lifted, she stepped almost in front of Vivienne. Her chin lifted as she turned her attention toward the Commodore and her uncle. "She saved my life," she repeated again. "An individual risking their own for a complete stranger cannot be someone with ill intent." She looked at the redcoats, her tone, body language, and facial expression indicating her status as the daughter of a lord with all the authority within. "Return her things to her." She looked at Vivienne. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding." There was not a hint of her annoyance with the soldiers on her face as she turned to look at her rescuer. "You saved my life. I am in your debt."

She might have the bearing of someone in the court but her eyes gave away just how young she was. Not to mention the very fact she presumed Vivienne's innocence based on her actions showed a bit of a naivety on the girl's part. "I'm Abigail Ashe, daughter of Lord Henry Ashe, Governor of the Carolinas and overseer of the Royal Navy." She stepped aside slightly. "This is my uncle and my cousin - Governor Swann and Elizabeth. And her fiance, Commodore Norrington."

With the pride of a hostess, she stepped aside so they could properly great each other, not fully understanding the slight distrust that the Commodore and her uncle showed. A hint of concern flickered on her face as she glanced at Elizabeth hoping her cousin would shed some light on the poor response they were showing.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Fighting, Abigail tried to get back to the surface but the disorientation and her heavy skirts made it nigh impossible. As she clawed at the water, sinking deeper, she thought it strange that she would die by the one thing she loved the most. She started to see spots even as her lungs burned from needing air. Her hands fell limp, resistance slipping out of her even as the spots grew larger. Just before she lost consciousness, she thought she felt something grabbing her arm but the thought barely registered before she blacked out.

Her next conscious thought was coughing. Sitting upright, she coughed out the water she swallowed as she oriented herself. She was on a pier. Stripped down to her underdress with two soldiers standing above her and a woman leaning over her. Her eyes went to the cut corset beside them and the knife in the woman's hands. It didn't take a genius to realize that the woman had just saved her life.

Before she could even express any gratitude, the question came at her. She frowned glancing down. Hanging there, catching the rays of the sun was the skull gold piece. Embarrassed and a bit worried, she stuffed it under her undershirt having not wanted others to know she wore it. Elizabeth knew - but then again, what did Elizabeth NOT know about her? Well, minus the marriage proposal. But no one else knew she carried a piece of pirate gold around her neck. She didn't know fully why she did but at the same time she didn't like to leave it around. Though, in London, she usually had to hide it if she went to a formal event. The intimacy of some of the dances would have someone spot the chain. But in most cases, she wore it. Hidden. Close to her heart.

"It's nothing," she said quickly sitting up. She regretted her harsh outburst, especially as the woman just saved her life. "It's...not something I'd like to discuss," she said quietly. Then she turned her head to look at the woman before her. The woman was just as wet but it was the attire that surprised Abigail. It wasn't something that normal, everyday woman wear. But then again, she was in her underclothes here as well.

Throwing her arms around the woman, she hugged her. "Thank you for saving me," she said pulling away, even as a commotion could be heard as those above were finally making their way to her.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

And there you go.
I appreciate your patience :)

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

So I'm not Jewish (believe it or not) so my knowledge is coming from what I've read, a couple Jewish friends, and Google.
Please forgive if I commit any faux paux.

Everything going well with you?

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

The smile spread across Estella's lips. Not many people actually showed any interest in her or her practices. In fact, most who realized she was Jewess spurned or were prejudiced against her. Outside her own, none really seemed interested in actually learning about what she could and couldn't do. That thought brought a hint of homesickness but she pushed it down.

"There are." She said, pausing and looking at a vendor's table before continuing. "Dairy and meat must not be mixed at all. Different pans altogether. There a cleansing processes but usually they're just kept separate." Her brow furrowed slightly as she studied her companion. There was something there. Something that reminded Estella of her own family. Not everything had gone well for the beautiful redhead beside her. At least not from what it sounded like.

She placed a hand lightly on the other girl's shoulder. "I'm sorry." Funny really, the conversation hadn't really warranted that but the posture, body language - all of that indicated that not everything had been right, and that was why she sympathized.

"Yes, my family," she almost choked, forcing herself to keep the words smooth. This was not something she talked about. Ever. Still... "They didn't fully approve of my choice of work." She shrugged slightly fiddling with a fruit before putting it back on the stand. "Tinkerer is not exactly what the parents of an Orthodox family want for their girl." She laughed though it was forced. She looked over at Rebeka. The other girl really hadn't admitted any family issues but for some reason she felt that saying that helped. Or she hoped. "Family." She forced another smile. "You love them but they don't always understand, no?"

She averted her eyes and moved along.

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A wide smile grew on the maid's face. "Yes, you were quite young. I'm not surprised, dear." She moved over and sat beside Beatrix. "Your father used to bring you here when you were very young. He and Mr. Smith were very good friends. They went to the university together. The three of them would have such good times."

"Three?" Roger frowned. The way it had been phrased had indicated that Beatrix was not among the three. Otherwise the woman would have said the "three of you".

The maide looked over at Roger. "Ah, such a handsome young man." She winked at Beatrix. "You're very fortunate. Are you two married?"

Roger cleared his throat, turning a bit red. "No. No. Just good friends." He stammered slightly.

The woman looked from one of them to the other, a smile toying on her lips but she left it at that. "Yes, three. Your father," she said to Beatrix. "Mr. Smith, and a third colleague of theirs Mr. Müller, used to have such great conversations. But that was a long time ago."