LadyRunic

Ancient Piracy

Lol! And she does listen! And not early at all or anything!

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa gapped at Amentuankh's mockery of her. It wasn't that he was wrong, or that it was bad advice. But rather she was fighting back the heating of her cheeks at the irritation of being so shamed. "I'd discuss my past, but I don't have much of one." The 'man' muttered in disgust as Amen moved off to join the older Epizelos. Rubbing her shoulder, and Ryssa noted Ahirom monkeying up and down the mast to prepare the sails. As much as she would wish to help the pale figure was certain she'd only make a fool of herself or reveal herself as a woman. Both were problematic. A sly look at Neriad and the brothers only urged her towards the mast to try her hand at helping. Better the mast than to get a lot of warriors insistent at dragging her out to drink. Something that would only make keeping her secret harder.

Moving towards the mast, the supposed man eyed how Ahirom was climbing. It looked doable with her own lithe form. Keeping a ear on the conversations she could possibly catch, the woman in disguise clambered up the mast. Copying Ahirom's movements as she observed him, trying to aid him best she could. Often keeping one hand to catch herself, making her slower at the tasks though no less proficient. Amentuankh was a decent person for a pirate 'captain'. He kept gold flowing and gave sound advice. But it was irritating at how close he kept getting! More than irritating it was dangerous!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice flinched as the revealed Liam's hand tightened on hers. For all she was also a vampire, no thanks to him, she wasn't immune to the bone crushing strength they shared. Baring her teeth in what would be seen as a sweet smile, Alice purred in a velvet tone of womanly scorn at the now clued in Liam. "Me. Please to see you again, Mister." Alice replied as she tugged at her imprisoned hand. Tactful as ever, Alice avoided using his name. Not wanting to risk being ousted.

Unaware her own eyes were gleaming red with their fury, Alice stepped closer to the vampire that turned her. Her hand wrapping about his waist in almost a hug. If it weren't for the anger in her stiffened spine, it would seem friendly. "You owe me my shop." The tailor growled at Liam. "You took my life's work from me and I want it back!" The woman half pulled, half pushed Liam towards the balcony. "But let's discuss this outside. Before I tap dance on your toes some more!" The tailor snapped in a no nonsense tone.

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa sighed as she walked through the throng of people, irritated at the two facts that were plaguing her. One, they still were not even close to Egypt her mother's home and the land she longed to return to. For while she had grown up in Rome and learn the tongue of the people there, her mother had despised the city and it's people. Though it was not fault of hers. Bet'anya had not come to Rome willingly. Rather she had been sent there as part of a marriage deal that had fallen apart and left the young woman a widow on the streets. Ryssa's birth had come not long after and the girl had spent her life being taught by her mother how to not be the gender she was or how to manipulate men. But that led her to the second reason she was irritated.

The loud and overly elaborate captain slapped an arm around Ryssa's shoulders. The woman was decently taller than most of her gender and her build was a good deal more athletic. Sliding out from under the arm, before the captain got any ideas the supposed 'man' gave a blank look at the leader of the pirates. Dressed in breeches made of a wrap around, and the same for her upperhalf. There were enough layers of bindings to hide the obvious and enough layers over that to hide the bindings. With slightly higher collar on her makeshift hood, and her lean features. Her face was rather asexual. Neither looking like a man's nor woman's. Her silvery hair had gone grey at a young age. Most likely due to the stress of life, though others had called it a curse and shoved her from their presence. Letting it fall wild and long about her, she looked like a half mad individual but few came near.

Few, sadly, not including the captain who was so jovial. "Home is sand." Rys the bloodthirsty marauder grunted in a monotone voice. Hoping her thin shoulders had not been noticed. Or if they had, he would merely be listed off as fragile or younger than he appeared. Which slightly worked. Rys had killed a man when he first came aboard, the bastard having caught sight of the woman's little truth. Rys had played it off as her own bloodthirsty nature, but it had been to close. So the lass had taken to clostier herself in shadowy parts of the ship when she wasn't needed elsewhere.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle @Fallenreaper

I'll be amping things up for you guys in a bit. I just saw that you were heading to the same location so I let things be this past post.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked her tear filled eyes as she had been thinking of her shop as she moved towards the elegant balcony. Looking back at Alex she shook her head in the negative. "Not really. I'm terribly sorry but I'm not very good company right now." She answered honestly, her hand brushing at the stain as the man reacted to it. "Unsalvageable I'm afraid. Nothing ruins a good gown like red wine. I've worked long enough in fashion to know that much." The tailor stated with a harshness in her timid voice that was aimed at more than the dress. There were better ways for Aleera to nab her than by doing that! What was it with vampire ruining their clothing and others' on a regular basis?!

Leaning into the very touch that repulsed her, Alice gave Alex a pleading look. "Perhaps we can talk more on the balcony? I need some air." She pleaded as she move towards her destination. A hand wrapping about Alex's as she pulled him along, urging him towards that private spot. "It's been a hard week for me. Perhaps coming to this party was a mistake." Alice sighed, lifting a hand to pat at her bun which was lucky to stay dry despite having wine flung at her. Her nails curving in towards her palm as she pinched. A slight cut appearing as she had planned, easy enough to blame a pin that was not closed properly.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Wizard Way

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Rhys ignored Ernie's words, stalking through the crowd as he resisted the urge to turn around and gut the wizard. Doing so here, would not bode well at all. Though it was sorely tempting. However, his urge quickly turned into outright frustration and fury. A woman stood before in a fit of tears and terror. But a concerned frown formed on Rhys's face as a cruel smile formed in his mind, as the rogue wizard listened to the blabbering of the hysterical woman.

So the ExtraOdrinary Wizard's Apprentice had been eaten in a cloak shop? That he highly doubted, but the thought pleased him. Perhaps that would be the end of the next wizard he killed. To dump them into a chamber with some deadly creature, then when the creature had killed the wizard... Why not let it lose on the populace? He held no love of the people of this city. In fact he loathed most of them, just having them around meant he had plenty of entertainment when he got bored. Deciding to not interfere with this brewing trouble, Rhys traced his steps towards the coronation with a 'excited' air about him. Excited at the thought of Arya Rincewind's body in the maws of some creature or other, that was.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked, lifting her mask enough to dab at the wetness with a tissue she had procured from the sink. Slowly listening to Aleera as she explained the predicament. Her memories of that night still haunted her, which led to the past few days when she had worked late into the daylight hours. A attempt to make her sleep more restful or dreamless at least. The drown out the memories she did not wish for. But now perhaps they would be of some use. Taking a steadying breathe, Alice's eyes darken with rage at the fact Liam was in fact at the ball which was suppose to be safe.

"I will help you, but- I need your help in return." The newly made vampire whispered. "I know I can't fight you and you could just make me. But if you could get my shop back for me. Make all this drama about my turning go away. Or die down enough I could start my business back up. Go back to what I love. To making beautiful things." Alice gave a shuddering breath. "I'd do practically anything. Include tell you that Liam enjoyed my blood enough he turned me." Her voice was harsh with rage as she closed her eyes. "An ambrosia of the human heart, he called it." Looking at Aleera, she nodded slowly. "I won't need to remove my mask. I merely will have to go off alone after mentioning I work in fashion and enjoy jazz. Perhaps a cut from a wine glass to lure him all the more." She closed her eyes, moving to the door the tailor looked back with a sorrowful gleam in her eyes. "He turned me for my blood. He cannot resist it, not when he tried to remain despite two Inquisitors." She had been barely conscious, but the sounds had come back during her time at the hospital before she had fled. If they were so dangerous and he had not cared would he not have fled first?

"I will get him alone or bring him to you if you signal me, but please. I want the ability to make people beautiful again. It is my only request." She unlocked the door and swept from the room. Moving towards the balcony, and making sure she caught Alex's eye if he was there. Giving him a small apologetic smile as she kept her course. Ignoring the words of others as she kept her head down. Looking for all the world like she indeed wished to separate from the crowd. In fact, she did. She wanted to catch the bastard who had harmed her so!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice gapped in open mouthed horror at the woman. She wanted the tailor to remove her mask?! And risk being recognized and reported to the authorities? Terror flooded Alice as she raised a hand to the delicate mask she had taken such time to make sure didn't come off. "I can't." Tears were leaking down her cheeks from under the black lace. Her slim fingers trembling. "I can't. You're a- you're the same as me." Alice whispered desperately, her eyes pleading that Aleera would understand.

"If I remove this mask, I'll have everyone after me to throw me in a loony bin or something!" Her voice cracking in fright. "I can't do that to myself, let alone what would happen to the woman I owe my life to. I've lost my business, and all my life's work because of some bastard. I'm pleading, do not make me do this." Alice gripped Aleera's hands in one of her own as her other hand moved up to protect the mask. "I don't know what opportunity you speak of. Please, explain what you can and perhaps I can help without removing my mask." Alice was outright weeping in panic at the thought of removing such a flimsy shield but it had given her the confidence to step beyond Liza's protection. To go with someone she had thought of a friend and wasn't so sure of any more. "Please."

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

@Deos Morran @Torack

Post is up. I'm leaving where you all are up to you!