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Location: The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga


- "Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons



Sirena moved slightly to where she was fully in Millicent's line of sight, and she arched a pale blonde brow at the woman's lack of response. She would have simply assumed that the woman was more or less rudely ignoring her if it were not for the distracted look on the woman's face. It was as if Millicent could hear something Sirena could not. And then there it was, a strange voice forming out of thin air. Her brows furrowed in bewilderment, and she glanced around for the source of the voice, the voice that called itself Hecate, but to no avail. Her blue eyed gaze returned to Millicent only to be left feeling even further confused by the woman's strange demeanor.

And then in an instant everything seemed to change. Millicent's once blue eyes snapped open to reveal their now eerie dark purple glow. Sirena let out a gasp, eyes widening as she scrambled backwards in suprise. A wariness filled her own eyes as the voice of Hecate continued on. It began to dawn on her then that the flask was in essence its own entity, or at least that it contained an entity. So then to drink from the flask was to possess Hecate herself, and only those who were deemed as worthy could survive to tell the tale? That seemed messed up, but it seemed things were only going to get more messed up from here on out.

Sirena inhaled sharply and her blood ran cold at Hecate's declaration of freedom. No sooner did Millicent's body begin to shake. The dark purple glow of her eyes now seemed to travel down her body before suddenly exploding outwards in a fiery display. Sirena flinched and instinctively shielded her face with her arms as if that could possibly save her. She slowly lowered her arms, and her blue eyed gaze darted around for the potential threat that had just been released upon this earth.

When her gaze finally landed back on Millicent, she found that the woman had crumpled to the ground. Right then the flask caught her eye. That's not to say that she desired its power, as she most certainly did not. She simply did not trust it, and instead she felt strongly that it needed to be destroyed. Hecate was released and the likelihood of returning her to the confines of the flask seemed slim to none. Perhaps though by breaking the flask it would release their souls and possibly break Hecate's tie to her power as well. One could only hope. While Millicent was still regaining her breath, this was the opening Sirena needed.

She quickly seized the moment, and without a moment's hesitation, she lurched forward to grab the flask. Her slender fingers grasped the accursed flask. A sly smirk came to her features, but her pride was short lived. The flask wouldn’t budge. It was as if it was melted to the very floor below it. A distant cackling sound then filled her ears moments before she felt herself being violently thrown backwards. A gasp left her part lips, and she ended up fazing through Édouard on her way “out.”







Location: Docks – Port of Tortuga




- "Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money



Edgard stood there at the edge of the docks, waiting all too impatiently. His demeanor could be described as menacing, and his eyes were a dark stormy blue. "What the hell is taking them so long?! I don't have all day!" he growled irritably. He basically glared at the stationary form of the Styx. Why hadn't they sent out a landing party yet?! Ironically, it would seem that both Alisanne and Edgard were similiarly annoyed and impatient with the captain. This was a war, was it not? Sure they were winning by a landslide, but one would still do well not to get so easily distracted.

He could see movement on the ship and then the clear form of his dear fiancee Alisanne kicking some poor unfortunate soul overboard. A devilish smirk came to his features as he was filled with a sense of pride. He then quickly remembered that he was suppose to be angry with her. The smirk fell from his face and was replaced by a somewhat forced scowl.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, a streak of light caught his attention. His harsh gaze whipped to the side in time to see some werid sort of light fall from the sky. It was like lightning, but it wasn't. Odd. He shrugged it off, not really caring about anything else in the moment apart for his own selfish desires.
@Morose I have a question for clarification. When Hectate speaks does only Millicent hear it, or can the others in the vicinity also hear it?


Alexandra Andonova

If I'm going to be a mess,
I might as well be a hot mess, right?
- "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship



Location: Room 107 (Outside passageway)
Skills: N/A


Alexandra's brows shot up at the odd reply of the giant man, man giant, father of giants, whatever. "Uh huh," she stated whilst giving a slight nod of her head. It wasn't very often, if ever, that she was left momentarily speechless, but somehow this man managed that near impossible feat with his interesting choice of words. She glanced over at the other two people there, giving them a look that said 'can you believe this guy?'

She listened to the rest of what this rather interesting man had to say from where she awkwardly stood, barefoot, in a dress, in the outside passageway. She let out an involuntary snort when the man giant Gilbert stated his nickname. "'The Hat?' And here I thought 'The Great Bazhooli' was a unique title," she remarked sarcastically. An easy smile returned to her features, and her dark eyes sparkled. She let out a small almost girlish giggle at everything that was transpiring. It all seemed rather amusing to her. Granted, she tended to walk through life and re-life(?) with an ease that many people unfortunately lacked.

She turned slightly to face the approaching woman. Her smile grew and held a certain warmth to it. "It's nice to meet you too, Sophia," she replied. She went to shake the woman's hand, only to realize that she was still holding onto her heels in that hand. She let out a light laugh, dropping the hand back to her side and instead giving a slight nod of her head in greeting. "I am Alexandra Andonova," she added. She smiled warmly at the others and made to follow them to wherever the sitting room was.


Thalken Talink

I'll be a better man today. I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the times that I never could
- "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young



Location: Trafalgar Square --> Regent St. & Piccadilly
Skills: Planning & Deliberating


Thalken sat there for a while, staring blankly out the carriage window. His dark eyes did not seem to register any of the passing scenery but instead took on a distant look as he was deep in thought. The “what ifs” seemed endless, and all paths seemed destined to fail. They surely knew he was coming, and they would be prepared to protect the young Viscount Wenwynith to the bitter end. He was but one man, while they were many. Perhaps he did not need to confront the Lady Crypt head on. Perhaps he did not need to make his presence known, but instead he could remain in the shadows for a little longer, keeping an eye out for the viscount from afar. Yet the circus was large and filled to the brim with people, he couldn’t remain hidden there for forever. Sooner or later he would be spotted, and in the end, he would be more focused on stealth rather than protecting the viscount. Ultimately, the problem was that he was thinking like a Talink, like a trained killer, and not like the honorable he strived more than ever to be.

He let out a sigh, his gaze retreating from the carriage window. How could he prove his worth outside the Talink name? How could he prove he had long since had a change of heart? How could he prove he was a good man to others and more importantly to himself? Simple. Well actually not so simple. He had to act as no Talink had before. He had to think and act outside the box and outside his comfort zone. He had to stop holding back and instead open himself up to others. He had to let the goodness inside him shine through. He had to surrender, and let the hands of fate guide him.

In the end, Thalken was too preoccupied by all these thoughts to take note of the carriage driver’s poor directional skills. They had missed a turn, and that had to be corrected to get back on the right path. Soon enough they had made it to the corner of Regent St. and Piccadilly.




Location: The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga


- "Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons



Out of the corner of her pearly blue eyes, Sirena caught Édouard's none too concealed flirtations, but for the moment she ignored him. Her undivided attention was keenly trained on Millicent. Sirena was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But that mattered not, as she was proficient in playing such games. And while others may have the tendency to jump the gun, she was in it for the long haul. She much preferred to fight with choice words and her wits about her rather than resorting to bloodshed. Maybe that made her a pacifist, but at the end of the day, she knew that often times words could cut deeper than blades.

Her sly smirk faltered slightly and her eyes narrowed when Millicent began to laugh. Did she think this was some kind of joke? With every passing minute and every arrogant mannerism of the woman, she was ascertained that the flask was in ill-fit hands. The flask hadn't chosen one who could bring about much positive change. Perhaps the magic had more nefarious plans, assuming it had a mind of its own at all. But who was truly worthy of wielding its power for good and good alone? It did not take much contemplation on her part to realize that no one was. The only ones who should wield the power of the gods were the gods and the gods alone. Such power in the hands of sinful, mortal men was destined only for ruin.

Her eyes darkened for a mere moment at the sobering thought of some of the nefarious men that had come into her life and defiled her having such power. She was now determined more than ever before to put a stop to this--somehow. A sly, confident glint returned to her eyes as she figuratively faced off with Millicent again. "Perhaps I have a solution to your unfortunate predicament," Sirena began as she circled back around Millicent until she was standing beside Édouard again. "If you are so concerned that someone else will come along and take some of your precious power, as demonstrated by how tightly you cling to that little flask--then destroy it. No one else will share it's power then."







Location: Docks – Port of Tortuga


- "Loaded Gun" by Roby Fayer ft. Tom Gefen



Edgard was fuming, his dark blue eyes revealing the raging storm within. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Alisanne was keeping things from him, not that that was anything entirely new. His fiancée wasn't exactly an open book, like ever. She was shut off to most apart from her sister Margot, the one she had claimed to have killed. To say that didn't strike a cord of jealousy within him would be a lie, but of course he would never admit to that openly. I guess in a way you could say that he too kept certain thoughts, and particularly feelings, from her. He certainly wasn't some saint in their relationship.

In the end, none of this truly made sense to him. What was her end game a part from gaining more power and control? One could say that she was too clever for her own good, but it would seem now more than ever before that the truer statement was that she was too clever for his own good. He let out an annoyed growl and stalked over to the edge of the docks as the Styx neared. He then stood there a washed in tension, awaiting to face his fiancée and her not so dead sister the very moment they stepped foot ashore.
I plan on posting here tonight when I get back from work.
>TMW you realize you just fed an entire farm of thirty something horses all by yourself
Okay, time for a nap now...



Alexandra Andonova

If I'm going to be a mess,
I might as well be a hot mess, right?
- "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship



Location: Room 208 (Bedroom) --> Room 107 (Outside passageway)
Skills: None at this time


After doing some exploring, Alexandra left the confines of her new bedroom. She wasn't one to just sit around wallowing in self-pity. No, she liked to keep busy, if only to keep her head above water. She walked out into the gallery, closing the door behind her before turning back around to lock it. She then made to slip the key into her pocket. Her lips thinned and her brows furrowed when she realized the stupid dress that she was unfortunately forced into wearing didn't have pockets. What the hell?! Pockets were--pockets were life. Annoyance flitted through her dark brown eyes. She bit her lip as she decided what she could possibly do with the key when she had no pockets. Put it in her hair? Nah, probably wouldn't stay. Gloves? Eh, no. She looked down at her chest. Yeah, that would do. She looked around to make sure no one was watching then slipped the key in between her breasts. No one would know it was there, and if they did, she would give them a thrashing because clearly her eyes are not down there.

She straightened out her dress before going on her merry way. She looked around the gallery again. There was a set of stairs off to the left, but she recalled Alicia taking her through the upper front porch. She shrugged, deciding to go the way she had originally came. She walked the short distance to the stairs and up to the porch. She paused for a moment to admire the view from up on the second floor before heading down to the hallway. She glanced at the Emendators' rooms as she passed by them to get to the door leading to the hallway. She soon reached it and promptly made for the stairs once inside. She started off going down the stairs in a bit of an overly cautious manner, what with the heels she was wearing. Sure they weren't massive heels, but still. She could easily trip and fall down the stairs, and with her luck, it could potentially lead to a second beheading on her way down. That would be--unfortunate.

Screw it, she thought with an irritated huff. She took the heels off and then just went the rest of the way down barefoot. As she neared the bottom of the stairs, she could hear voices wafting to her from nearby. She glanced around then followed the sound of the voices, still clutched her heels in one hand. She rounded the corner into the passageway, where she saw a group of people clustered together talking. She approached them with an easy smile on her face as took each of them in. There was a woman with a wooden hand. A black man, possibly the one Alicia had mentioned? And then there was--her eyes widened an ungodly amount, and she nearly went slack jawed when her gaze landed on the massive man that was Gilbert. "Sweet father of giants!!" she exclaimed, unceremoniously alerting everyone to her presence.
>Jumping into doing barn chores like...
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