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Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:25 PM
Okay. Okay, okay, okay. So... Jazzy can fully admit, to herself at least-- that she was definitely probably mostly faking it by this point. But, look, okay-- before you go throwing your glass shards haplessly at the walls of your wolf-proofed stone houses, you riotous pigs. Riddle me this; Would you not do the same were YOU in her Balenciaga slip-ons? I bet you wouldn't, would you? That's right! Because you're too poor to afford her shoes, you couldn't Yurchenko a mile in her Balenciaga slip-ons. You know, so before you judge her for this, how about you look at your own life decisions, pal? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, and then toss away those garish Timberlands-- ugh. You know who wears Timberlands? Construction workers and New Yorkers. Do YOU want to be mistaken for a New Yorker? I didn't think so. Get better shoes, and then fucking swoon in the strong arms of a gorgeous Amazon and stay there for as long as possible.
So, Jazz was still extremely delirious.
Not delirious enough that she couldn't see an upside to being delirious, mind you, Jazz is still, at her core, Jazz, after all. Oh? She thought, An upside? Well, yeah, think about it logically dude-- you've basically got a free pass here. You can do whatever you want! Play up this 'delirious' character a bit. Exactly! Like, you've been admiring her grip on you ever since you first awoke, wondering all kinds of things about her finger strength and length, all kinds of things she could do with them that aren't basketballs... weird shit, really. You've got a bit of a perverted mind, dude! Sh-shut up! I am literally your mind. Not only am I not wrong about this, I won't shut up until you die.
Alright, your point being. Well, if you're so curious about how strong she is, why don't you reach out and grab her arm? You know? Get a feel for yourself? Th- What? What? Look I know I'm a little woozy in the head right know but that would be non-consensual touch! That's a form of sexual assault! I shouldn't have to explain this to you. Oh it's not that bad. Oh my god, I am not being gaslit about sexual misconduct by my own mind right now! Oh come on! She's touching you all over and you're in no state to give consent! That's different! She wasn't hunting me down just to catch me when I happened to faint because she has a thing for short fit brown girls! And even if she did... I like being held by her. I can't know if she'd like me to touch her unless I get clear body language or I ASK. Asking permission Jazzy? You've changed... You can't be my mind... I must be hallucinating this whole thing as a way to avoid talking to her!
And with that, a snap, and suddenly everything went silent for a moment. There was only the blackness of Jazz's eyes, still pinched closed. Then sound returned, Jazz's racing heart beat, the hurried steps of a few students hurrying about, and her savior's, the mystery student, still holding her. This both pleased and confused her-- she supposed the nurses office must be closed after hours-- but that wouldn't make any sense, what about club members and the athletics departments? A mystery for another time, she supposed, she was just still glad to be held. Now came the real trouble... once she opened her eyes, what would she say?
Slowly, Jazz opened her doe-like eyes and let them set on the mystery student's, as blue as the Mediterranean. It took the woman a moment to notice Jazz's stare, but when she did, Jazz didn't miss a beat. She put on her best 'winner's smile' a tactic she had seen her father pull on many a client when she was still young and he would occasionally bring her into work with him. Confidence is key, kids.
"So hey, before that whole "fainting spell" business, She gave an embarrassed sidelong glance, she put fainting spell in air quotes for some reason, despite clearly having just woken up from having fainted from overexertion, sleep deprivation, school stress, and dat ass, "I was actually going to ask you out for coffee! Would you want to get coffee sometime? if you want, you don't have to though." She heaved a heavy sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted off of her shoulders, the 'winner's' smile' faded into a friendlier, more natural one. "I can't tell you why, but it was important for me to say all that before I properly thanked you. So thank you! I don't feel any pain so I'm pretty sure that means no concussion! That would have really been a bummer... but now I get to thank you extra hard... maybe with coffee sometime! Or, if your tastes are more expensive we can go somewhere else? I kind of have a bare bones understanding of most of this town outside of like..." She stopped herself, Um. I feel like I'm saying a lot, am I saying a lot?"
Time: Evening
Location: The Bridge
Interactions: No One
Elenei sighed.
The diminutive woman stood at an old, c-shaped oaken desk, it took up about half of the room, and sat in front of the windows. One whose legs had so lovingly been sawn in half by the crew to accommodate for her height, her hands were pressed against the table and fully extended from her body as she leaned against the table, no one ever came in here anyway, 'sides the lookouts and occasionally Aharuhn for... Aharuhn reasons. So her only real company here was this damn table. It might have even been considered nice once, if not for the years of wine spilled into it, the wobble of one of it's legs, and the creeping sea rot that eventually got to everything around here. It smelled distinctly of death, which comforted Elenei more than she could say. The desk was here before here-- The 777 willing it would probably be here after her, yet somehow it felt like an freshly-made companion every day, still.
Strewn about on this mess of a desk were all the tools a navigator of her caliber could ever want or need. Sextants, calipers, sea maps, nautical charts, both fake and real, common logs both broken and unbroken, for some reason, a whole mess of calipers, mostly broken out of frustration-- she even had an astrolabe. Who even used those anymore? Well, her Pa was an old school kind of guy-- to her, these tool were mostly superfluous-- for him, it was important she know how to get back home no matter what and well...
She looked at the dusk with a gleam in her eye, a small smile could help but creep it's way across her face.
Well, she preferred the night. For many reasons, some more lustful than others, sure-- the smile became a smirk, as she thought of all of her conquests from over the years, fair tavern wenches, busty maids, lonely noble-men's wives, and there were so many innocent things to deflower-- the smile became a bit more bashful as she thought to her failed attempts, namely, pretty much every female member of her crew. She would get her sweetest Nur, as far as Elenei was concerned, that flower simply required being in the right place, at the right time for... Captain Nightingale was forever a game of cat and mouse, she liked flirting with her sure, but at some point you have to up the ante. Cap didn't swing her way, sure, but perhaps if there was a mediator... Yes! Malek would do perfectly, too-- Elenei may be a bit oblivious, but she wasn't blind, there was definitely something there between the First Mate and the Sweet Captain... and honestly? If Elenei had to be with a guy...
She shook her head. Taking note that she had begun to lean against the wall rather casually as she fantasized about threesomes. Debauchery wasn't the only reason she was fond of the night. The ship she basically grew up on, The Black Ballerina, was painted, well, black! This made sailing during the day a gamble, any vessel takes that risk in these waters, but at night it makes you practically invisible-- to pirates and Navy alike. The Mermaid's Fortune wasn't entirely black, but it was mostly-- which meant it would be a challenge for many navigators to see it at night. As a creature well versed in betting, Elenei would take those odds over the bright whites of more boisterous pirates and the Navy any day.
As the sun completed setting and the sky continued to darken, revealing the glittering stars above, Elenei's smile became a toothy grin. There was another, more personal reason she preferred the night, and that was the stars. Elenei pulled her favorite star map out of one of the many inner chest pockets of her vest, this one was well-wrinkled and worn around the edges, and signed with her Pa's initials in the corner. She doubted she would need it, but she liked having it out still, it made her feel as if her Pa was with her, watching her, helping her along somehow. She didn't know. It was silly, but she enjoyed the thought, so she hung on to it.
She spread the chart out mostly on auto-pilot as she gazed up at the glittering white lights in the sky, gaining her bearing much easier from the sky than from the chart. Her Pa used to say that the stars were all 777 gods winking down on us, granting us a wee bit of fortune in our journeys-- and the luckiest of all also happened to be the dimmest-- the runt of the gods, and if you could find him, he would be the one that would always take you home. Elenei believed this tale fervently as a whelp, and spent months trying to practice techniques to find the runt star from all over. She can find it easily now, of course-- the trick is to look for his family, they surround him in an upside-down 7 shape. Leaning over the star chart, Elenei easily performed the technique she had so struggled with as a child. Looking out the windows of the bride into the night sky, she closed one eye, she reached out with her right hand, fingers locked together save for the thumb, which jutted out to left forming the "7." she searched for but a moment before she found him. The dimmest little runt in the night sky.
She wondered if she believed his stories, sometimes. After all she'd seen, and heard from all kinds of different people from all kinds of different backgrounds. She felt bad for thinking it at times, but there probably were more than 777 stars in the night sky. She had no way of knowing, it's not like she could ever count them all-- it was just a hunch. Not really a place of study where people like her belong anyway. But, and maybe she was just stubborn for this, she believed his his dreams and myths and fantasies anyway. Even if she logically knew they weren't always true, she believed them fully, even now. Someone needed to carry on his stories, anyway. And what good was a daughter who couldn't even do that?
"It's okay," She spoke gently to the star, "Big sister Elenei's here t' spend some time wit' ya now." Finding the star would have made her smile, were she not already grinning. She reached for a bottle of wine that wasn't there and her smile dimmed a bit. It occurred to her that she still hadn't eaten. She hadn't eaten anything all day! She pushed these thought's aside and returned to the star, he'd just poked his head out! She wanted to at least know where she was going before she left him alone, even for a few minutes. "Ya know..." She continued speaking to the star, "I prolly would be yer big sis, wit' you bein' a runt n' all... ya might nah know this, bein' so far away an' all, but 'M actually pretty tall fer a Gnome, 'specially a lady-Gnome." She paused, to let that sink in, "'M taller than all my brothers, I am. An 'M strong too! I coulda gone into sportin'!" She nodded, satisfied with the star's non-response. She pulled out a good pair of calipers, and between, glances at the stars, the ocean, and the helmsman--- charted a course for tomorrow, and if the weather was bad, the next few days after that.
Much of today was spent between the lookouts, Royston the helmsman, and her, pulling whatever maneuvers they collectively knew out of their asses to avoid sinking them all. Furling and unfurling the sails as rapidly as possible, rudder switching, firing cannons at boat carcasses in the way, relying on sheer luck.... Getting a ship this big into Parlay Cay was one thing, getting it out? As soon as you've woken up? Without prior knowledge of important things like... the wind and weather? Needless to say, the entire navigation crew could use a break. Elenei was glad to be done with it all, aside from the occasional crag of rock and half-drunk lookout could spot from several knots away, Parlay's perils didn't stretch this far out into the ocean.
Elenei sighed once more, followed by a growl in her stomach.
Her job, aside from giving the rotating crew of helmsmen direction, was done, thanks to the runt star, and the relative ease of orders from the Captain. She wanted the fastest route to Shadowmount. That was easy. Hugging Sunken Reef we'll run right into it if we go south-west. Speaking of! She went to tap Mr. Royston on his back for some of the first non-frantic human interaction she'd had in hours. "Hay," She pulled out her compass, north-- good, with Parlay Cay this far behind them they could safety follow along the edge of the island with reefs and such messing up the hull, "Head south-west-west for now, come mornin', we're headin' south-west-- this is a good distance from th' island 'n I want t' keep it," The man responded with a single gruff nod. Gods, what a smooth guy.
She was halfway headed back to the bridge before she heard the Captain's booming voice. Rousing speeches were always her forte. Elenei didn't know how she did it. She supposed she'd have to learn, if she ever wanted to become Pirate Queen. Anyway! Booze was mentioned? She wasn't a rum girl herself, but perhaps someone could be convinced to uncork a bottle, or 12, of the King's Red? And a fiddler kitten... the Captain knew Elenei's love for music... and pussy, had she gotten her a gift perhaps? Yes... she would certainly participate in the night's festivities, and luck be with her she remember almost none of it come morning.
Elenei's stomach let out another growl. She sighed. Yes, yes-- she would get drunk as hell and hopefully fuck SOME woman on this ship, but first, she would eat.
I'm in a pirate RP already but FUCK IT I CAN BE IN TWO I'LL HAVE A CS OUT SOON
MENTIONS: @NeoAJ
A Shady convenience store
April 19th, 2019
5:59 AM
Two men stood, one, a portly fellow at a dingy cash register, lazily turning through the pages of a magazine the contents of which this narrator would rather not describe in polite company. He would be handsome, were it not for his overly chubby cheeks and his perpetually greasy face. He wore a beanie with a bear on it and T-shirt advertising some Swedish death metal band, the rest of him was hidden behind a counter of nudie mags, jimmy hats, and cigarettes. Occasionally he looked up at a figure across the store from him. His companion, on the other hand, a much skinnier fellow, with beautiful long flowing black hair and an acne ridden face, his almond eyes could almost be mistaken for closed if you didn't know him-- leaned against a broom (clearly shirking his duties), he also wore a band t-shirt, Japanese noise metal, and an oversized red flannel over that, blue jeans and mismatched converse. His companion, was staring-- basically slack jawed.
But at what.
The convenience store was a dingy little place located in the armpit of Nashiro. 24/7, sure-- though what convenience it offered was up to debate. It had basic necessities crammed into a corner. Some travel supplies here and there. Plenty of soda and sake for those out late who wanted to keep the party going just a little bit longer, and three pachinko machines lines up neatly right in front of the door. This, is what Jazzy 'Belle' Cyra had come for. She had been too busy with her studies to get any real money making in last weekend, so she made sure to wake up early so she could scratch the itch. Pachinko was newer to Jazz-- she was still on the fence on whether or not she was a fan, but she could say one thing for sure *the machine let out a pleasing ding ding ding* she enjoyed how easy it was to win.
The man with the long hair shook his head, "Dude! She's still here! She's been here two hours!"
The man in the beanie continued to look at his girls, "You know how serious pachinko players are, dude, shit's a test of endurance."
The long haired man let the broom drop as he laughed, "That's some fuckin' stamina...She don't even look Japanese..." His laughter died down as he picked up the broom, "Think she'd let me fuck? Could use a girl that could go at it for a while..."
The man in the beanie looked up slowly with a smirk, then frowned, "Nah, dude, see that uniform-- Hyakusawa-- them's a different breed. A simp like you don't stand a chance, and that's assuming she's legal."
The long haired man gave the man in the beanie a scoff and flung his arm in his direction, as if to say 'watch me,' he leaned the broom against the counter and made his way over to Jazz with a swagger in his step just as the pachinko machine was making another sound of victory. He couldn't get a word out before Jazz handed him a rather long receipt from the machine with a sweet smile, "Oh wonderful, you came to me! I'd like to cash out for my cards, please." That threw the long haired man for a loop, for sure-- but he could recover. So he played along, it was all fun and games until he realized she had won 200,000 yen. The man looked down in disbelief and all she had to say, as if she was bored, while examining her nails was "I wanted to make about 10 times that, but I only had so much time before classes begin. Pachinko is such a slow game."
The long haired man was silent for a long time, gulping for air like a fish gasping for water on land. What was this girl? A cheater? By the length of the receipt she couldn't be-- unless she somehow faked all her losses. A pro, then? She certainly had the stamina of one-- but she wasn't even Japanese! He couldn't tell if she was African or Arab or what. As the long haired man pondered this, Jazz stood, wiping the filth of the unwashed leather stool from her uniform skirt. The politeness was quickly leaving her face. "My cards?" She held a hand out.
The long haired man stuttered, "W-well you see the thing about that is" He wasn't sure! Of course they were used to minors coming in here and winning a few dollars every now and then, but that much? If someone had a problem with it, it'd be his ass on the line for sure... He needed to think... think... think... *snap* That was it! He'd ask her out! If she said yes, she'd get her money. If not, no dice. He shook his head and his mane of hair followed, causing him to squint his eyes even further to maintain focus on the brown beauty before him. "So I uhh, noticed your uniform..." He began, "And you know, it's not typical company policy for us to give payouts to minors," He lied, poorly, the man in the beanie rolled his eyes, "So, how about this-- I'll cut you a deal, you go out with me, and I'll get you your cards so you can get your payout next door... just keep everything on the hush-hush, you know?"
I could pop your head like a grape with my thighs you pathetic, little man.
The polite smile was back, and an expression crossed her face as if she was speaking to a horribly confused child, she tilted her head to the side, and despite his being taller than her, she somehow loomed over him. "Oh dear, it seems I've been misled. I could have sworn this establishment was one of repute for allowing those of any age to partake in these arcade games. If only I'd been informed before I'd spent so much yen here..."
"W-well you only spent 5000..."
She continued, uninterrupted, "Perhaps I should inform the city board such an establishment is running-- basically profiteering off of juvenile hopes, not to mention money... or perhaps I could mention to your boss that you tried blackmailing a teenager into going out with you, to fuck you, no doubt, I'm sure he'd love that one... there are so many options..." She tapped the man on the nose, "Do you know my favorite?"
He was making his best attempt at being stone faced, "No, what?"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho!" She giggled, as she paced before, "So you don't know who I am?"
The two men exchanged confused looks.
"Perfect-- well, allow me to inform you" She assumed a parade rest as her back was turned to the two, "My father is... well, you might know him him as a Sheikh," She lied, "And, well, you might not know my mother, but I'm sure you know her father-- boss of the Kameya-ikka VI? Of the Saitama region?" The men's eyes, even the long haired man's, eyes were as large as plates at this point, Jazz gave an exaggerated shrug, "I guess some years ago someone thought it'd be a good idea for there to be an alliance between the Yakuza and the royals of the Middle East-- and here I am!" At this point both men were sweating bullets, Jazz turned around and gave the long haired man a hearty slap on the back "'ant ghabiun!!!" He nearly fell on the floor as he stumbled forward.
The foreign sounding tongue scared the long haired man even more-- "So like, what do you want, man!"
Jazz blinked a couple of times, dumbfounded, "Isn't it obvious? I want my fucking money!"
The man in the beanie had already begun preparing her cards for payout after witnessing the exchange, as Jazz made her way over to him, the long haired man followed at a distance, looking a bit smaller by the second. "But you already have so much money, why do you need this?"
"I don't need this" Technically, that was the truth, despite her playing this character of the heiress, "I want it, huge different," Also technically true, but for different reasons than the character, "And If I don't get what I want, I'll call daddy or gran-daddy, and burn this whole city to the ground if I have to to get it." He backed off after that.
As Jazz headed to the door, cards in tow, she struck a pose and addressed the two, still slightly cowering in fear, "The best parts of you both dried up on your mother's inner thigh, you'll never see me again after this, so If either of you sons of bitches, got anything else to say to me, now's the fucking time..." ... "Didn't think so." She let the door swing closed behind her as she went next door for her payout.
Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:15 PM
Jazz woke with an unfeminine snort. The annoying, electronic bell chimed away signaling the end of classes for the day. She'll be the first to admit, waking up at 3 so she could gamble? Not her best idea. Coffee before school was actually enough to put a pep in her step, though. It was just that she was an active student, aside from Algebra II and Calculus the sciences and athletics, she would mostly been pulled through the day and Literature at the end of the day put her straight to sleep.
Like an unwilling child dragged to the dentist by an overbearing mother. That was the nature of school sometimes, like a microcosm of life, you didn't really want to be there, but you had to be anyway. It made her pine for home, despite the occupation they somehow hadn't brought over the ability to choose your own classes. Students around her began to get ready to head home. She rested her head on her hand and scanned the board for any hints of what lessons might've been missed. And homework to be done.
"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do."
Good to know that's a global constant, she thought. Groans and mumbles from students came from all around, as the teacher, a tall grey haired woman already began to erase what little Jazz could gleam was taught in class. She sucked in air through her teeth. That didn't leave her many options especially if--
"Your essays and power points on The Tale of Genji are due in one week, and expect pop quizzes. You may leave." the shrew cawed.
F U C K
Spoken Japanese came easy to Jazz, but she still had difficulties with the kanji. That was how she picked up so many languages so quickly-- conversationally. It wasn't ideal for getting school work done, but for the subjects she excelled in, like math and science, the language was universal. MAYBE the Inihara bookstore place had an English translation? But could she really read it in a week? She wasn't exactly a speed reader. And if not she was doubly fucked anyway. This, yet again, made her pine for home-- back there she guys for this kind of thing, a support system of nerds she could reliably pay for results when the going got tough. Here? Her family had been here maybe two months? She was the new girl. No one knew if she was American or some other flavor of scary foreigner, but she certainly didn't have a support system-- she didn't have a friend.
Sighing heavily, she let her head fall hard on her desk. Only for a few seconds, but by the time she lifted her head again, the class was mostly deserted, save for a few stragglers. That was going to make this next part so much harder-- she was going to have to find someone to study with, translate-- at least summarize the book for her. She couldn't afford to let her grades slip, this school actually had decent athletic scholarship potential. She gave an energized nod and stood quickly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She confidently marched over to the nerdiest kid she could find when suddenly--
Jazz saw a girl-- no, despite the uniform, this was most definitely a woman exiting the room. She looked to be about six feet tall, with skin as fair as the moon, and onyx hair down to her ass with a strut in her step like she knew how to flaunt it. Jazz bit her lip. She didn't catch her face, which was a crime. The nerdy boy looked up at Jazz, and Jazz down at him. Clasping her hands together, she made a decision right there to follow the mystery classmate out of the door then and there.
Picking her out in the hallway was easy enough, not even taking into account her height, most of her schoolmates were 5-7's and this girl was a 9 from behind. However taking into account her height came some logistical issues. Jazz was pretty short-- 5 feet flat last she measured. That put a solid foot of leg between her and her pursuant. And there was the issue of what to say--
Oh, hey, have you noticed we're in the same class together? I know this might seem weird but would you maybe want to get some coffee with me and help me study? I'm actually having trouble with this book report and could really use some help and you seem like you know what you're doing.
That... actually wouldn't be too bad of an opener... Now just come up with a reason why you're practically stalking her.
Be honest and tell her you think she's cute?
Lie? Let's be real, Imma probably do this.
Jazz, with all her grace and luck, bumped into the mystery classmate as she came to a standstill. As the woman turned around, looking down at Jazz's attempt at giving a polite and apologetic smile. Her skin had suddenly turned clammy and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest-- You don't even need to do the line you practiced! Just apologize! She couldn't breath, she tried to speak to the woman but all she could stutter out were lines about coffee or cuteness. Was this what sleep deprivation did to you? She woke up early today... and she basically hadn't gotten and sleep all weekend studying since the kanji was so hard to decipher. She took one look at the mystery classmate's face and the unfairness of life came crashing down around her like a wave. Her eyes were blue. So blue. She didn't even know Japanese people's eyes could be blue... is that racist of her...?
That was her last thought as the world started to go dark.
Jazz fainted.
Time: Dawn
Location: ???
Interactions: No One
Lavender scents enveloped the air around her as she ran and giggled like the school girl she had never been, honeysuckle and Wisteria could seen in the distance, their beautiful smells enrapturing anyone whose nose they touched to simply stay in this veritable paradise of flowers. Odd looking butterflies suckled sweet nectar out of Frangipani, Sweet Alyssum, and Sweet Peas, their colors a rainbow beneath Elenei's bare feet as she ran. The Blue flower she kept in her chest pocket was precious to her, but it had nothing on the sheer olfactory gorgeousness of the Gardenias and Lily-of-the-Valley's that filled the air with an otherworldly smell. It was if some being from out of this plane of existence had come to grant her nose alone with a pure symphony of flavor and fragrance-- that is to say nothing of the rainbow of color these flowers produced beneath and around her-- the likes of which... someone like Elenei...
Did she deserve this?
She shook her head internally-- she needed this. And she was going to pluck the most beautiful flowers of all if it killed her.
Her smile widened as the two nymph like figures ran ahead of her, "Come t' mama me wee beauties!" Even in this idyllic setting, despite her relatively unblemished appearance her voice was rough from years of tokes of who knows what, yelling on ships and repeated punches to the throat in bar fight. But she knew her little flowers wouldn't mind someone a little rough around the edges. She picked up the pace. As she did, one of the nymphs came into sight-- she knew this one would be easier to catch, she was dressed to have her skirt actually look like a flower. This isn't to say that the smokey Captain Nightingale wasn't also a flower with sweet nectar-- in fact, hers may have even been more elusive. But for the moment, Elenei's eye's gleamed with lust as she almost caught up with her sweetest Nur. Her heart was about ready to explode out of it's chest-- when suddenly--
A gentle pair of arms wrapped themselves around Elenei, blocking out all other scents with those of rum and the kitchen. Elenei, eyes as big as tea saucers, went stiff (and not in the good way), her body refused to move aside from the occasional twitching finger and she broke into a cold sweat. An eyepatched woman, beautiful in her own right, kissed Elenei on the cheek. She shivered. As the human moved her face to meet the gnome's, she held her shaking face in delicate, but simultaneously rough hands. It felt as if all of Elenei's blood was cold and her heart had stopped. She couldn't put her finger on why-- she realized too late this was all a dream, and as Winifred moved to kiss Elenei could only get out a confused "Winnie?"
Time: Dawn
Location: The Mermaid's Fortune
Interactions: @Tae - Adrielle, @FunnyGuy - Malek, Kinda @dreamingflowers - Nur
The kiss had tasted like sailor's foot and pistachio shell, in case you wanted to know. Elenei's guess as to why? Oh probably the sailor above her, dangling his foot from his hammock near the vicinity of El's mouth, casually chucking the shells, as if trying to clog her windpipe with them. Elenei was up in an instant, still in her underclothes, "Hey, ye fuckin' dastard, want t' fight?" She didn't go for her sword, knowing full well the taboo of killing a crewmate-- but there was no rule against knocking some sense into someone who just ruined a perfectly good dream.
The bronzed man got off his hammock slowly-- Sun Elf, fairly well built, clearly the type who wanted to prove the myth that all elves were the tall and lanky types wrong. But he was tall, he barely fit in the cabin-- that would work for her if it came to blows. He hit the wood with a thud and turned slowly, he had an unkempt mop of pink hair that kept his eyes hidden. He got one good look at who was calling him out and his frown became a full on scowl. "Elenei, really?" He scoffed, he knew her reputation well enough, good. She was fairly familiar with him too. Still confident she could beat him.
She gave back an exaggerated scoff at his, "Yes really! Ye jus' ruined a perfectly good dream," She stretched a bit, "'Sides, nah really mornin' wit' a good bit o' sparin' right?"
He sighed. "Always did want to wipe that smug look off your face," He assumed a fighting stance foreign to her, probably some sun elf shit, "When Malek comes down on us I'm blaming you."
Wordlessly, Elenei began to control her breathing, In-Out-Out like she had learned at prison in Aelvale, and got down low, all fours, preparing for an attack. A few bunks overs, a few sailors shirking their duties had began to gather, two, still in their bunks, even began to place bets. "I give him 2 minutes" The other shook his head, "Two kicks and he's off to Nur, I give him 30 seconds tops"
Elenei figured she could just do a sweep on him and end it, but the foreign fighting stance was an unknown, and he was probably expecting that from her... she'd have to go with something different. As she thought, the Sun Elf had enveloped his fists in orbs of hard light and began to punch at Elenei.Had she not dodged, things may have been catastrophic, the single punch left the deck broken, splintered and smokey. As she did though, she saw her opening-- he had bent down to punch, a mistake he'd soon regret. From her animalistic position Elenei shifted her weight onto on arm, and used her momentum from there like a spring to launch herself toward the Sun Elf's head. With a midair spin she kicked him straight in his temple once, and then again with the heel of her other foot.
The light almost immediately left the Sun Elf's eyes-- and fists, as he fell with a another thud in the dimply lit cabin, drooling next to the hole he had so graciously decided to make in the deck. Elenei landed rather awkwardly, on her back, with yet another loud thud-- she never planned *this* part out so much. Still, the thrill of a fight in the morning gave her excitement, even if this one was a bit of a disappointment. This guy would be a beast if he'd train up a little more. He clearly has the raw strength, Elenei observed, she'd love to fight him again when he got stronger! As she stood up, still in her underclothes, she turned to the gambling onlookers, raking in their winnings, "Oi you lot!" She might not be First Mate but she still held seniority, damnit, "Get this man to Nur, he might 'ave concussion," Her were still friendly, even as she said this, but from the sound of it-- they were already pushing off, which she was kind of kicking herself for sleeping through. "The rest of ya's-- find something to do, we're setting sail!"
With that, Elenei finally got changed, a proper flashy piratey mockery of all the Upper class in the world stood for. She was hungry, and could probably flirt her way into getting Winnie to make something for her if she really tried... but something about that dream. Best stick to duties for now, and Cap would probably want to know that their navigator was on the ship since they'd be on open ocean soon. No sooner than she was upperdeck did she Captain Nightingale and Malek at the helm, she also saw Nur tending to some of the newer sailor suffering from sea sickness-- were Elenei a weaker woman, she'd have immediately been under Nur's thrall, prepared to do whatever the woman asked of her-- were she a weaker woman. LUCKILY as a Gnome she has the guidance of all 777 gods giving her strength at all times, she was able to avoid the allure of that woman, and fall instead, into the arms of another.
So she made her way to the helm to stand beside the two, she was a bit curious as to why they were pushing off so early anyway. "Hay Cap," She gave restrained nod, trying (and failing) not to stare too long, "Hay Malek," This interaction was much more normal, "Awfully sweet o' ya t' nah expect me awake 'til we're in open ocean."
This RP can go one of two ways and that's either Clem banging Natalia or banging the vault door off the bank so the Riley can rob it.
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