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Ki-Yo

"I am not gonna freak out, no I am not gonna freak out... OH DAMN IT, GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I will make you something more suitable, HEAR ME? So STRIP!"

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a character in “Destiny's Child”, as played by Quelle

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I am not gonna freak out, I am not gonna freak out, no I am not gonna freak out... OH DAMN IT, GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I will make you something more suitable, HEAR ME? So STRIP!


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Name
[ Ki-Yo ]

Age
[ 20 years old ]

Position
[ Seamstress ]


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You can't really say if it's better to call her either 'a beauty' or a pure 'cuteness'. Her visual is but consistent. In one time, she might appear as an elegant beauty with a firm expression but on the other she exaggerate all of her emotions and facial expressions to the extent that the only thing remains which is suitable to describe her as is merely pure idiocy that somehow is also cute; in an interesting way. Innocence reflected on her everyday's countenance, she isn't really representing her age group, like, at all. As anything goes, it's even rather conflicting. Despite that she stands 5'7 feets, hence, qualified to aspire after a model carrier, her rather childish countenance ruined everything, allowing the majority of people guess wrongly when trying to figure her age out. Sometimes she is dreaming about childish things like what a little girl would do, then smiling alone like a complete idiot and as that's not enough, she's spacing out more often than her daily snack breaks, which are a lot whether in public or secretly. Ki-Yo is the kind of person that, through her natural given childishness, is able to cover her beauty up along the process without even taken any notice of it. Gifted with beautiful smooth fair skin complexion easily flushed, harmonized with the light colour of brown shoulder-long hair and not to mention her auburn eyes which eyelashes are thin, light yet winged and long, no one could ever say she is plain, far from it even. Her delicate, nearing hourglass porpotional body is despite everything unseen for the most, as her posture tends to be fairly far from being elegant. Due to her perky and naive personality, she'll appear as a mere child, jumping and dashing to everywhere she wants to, but never dwell on one single spot for long. It is but surprising that her charm isn't noticeable, the visual and physical charm partly given from birth. Of course, any one would have to wonder how that a seamstress doesn't look for her own appearance. Indeed, Ki-Yo does care for what she wears, but she couldn't care less about how others see her. She had always that kind of character to be proud of what she is, and so representing her individuality. If she'd walk around wearing the strangest outfits ever someone could think about wearing on a ship, no member would really wonder any longer. Not like Ki-Yo let herself to be criticized. She's doing her thing, and that's good, for the most part.

Specialty
[ Sewing clothes one of a kind ] As the exclusive seamstress of the crew, she is responsbile to mend and sew up the damaged clothing of the crew members. That however, isn't the only thing she's been doing. It's boring to merely repair the clothes; Ki-Yo wants to make clothes. Apart from the pirate flag that she'd come up with and sew by herself, at first, she didn't really have much of a job on the ship. Of course, sometimes you'll see her help out here and there, just trying to be a bit of a help. Though that doesn't mean she has much freetime. Everytime, there definitely is a case of someone's missing a buttony of their shirts, or they not intentional ripped off their wear. Not to mention after scavenging and spread trouble with the pirate crew's name in the process, there she is the busiest. Nonetheless, Ki-Yo was that kind of person who needs to do something to occupy herself with, to pass time as she is that kind of person who can't seem to stay on a single spot. That's how she ended up as somekind of a tailor, therefore developed a hobby to pick up any attractive cloth she could find (when necessary by force/ stealing it) and use it for her future clothes. Her tastes... are odd, you could say. As if for costume parties or the such, but truly she finds fun making them, so why ruin it? Occasionally she'll ask the other crew members to model for her, but for a certain reason they avoided to do her the favor.
[ Improvise acting & cover disguise ] She often acts to gather information. Of course, they're pirates, considered to be the most feared even, so why not threatening to receive the information desired? Obviously, it's due to that being fun... and because sometimes, there's a need for it, whether the reason might be conditional or whatever. Eventually it is because Ki-Yo urged to do just that, as fighting wasn't really one of her specialities. She appertained to the group that works in the back, supporting those on the front lines. And accordingly, she didn't has much to do, they were all awesome and there'll be only the weak one remain for her to strike down. Therefore she needed that adrenaline kick, presenting herself as a complete another person and with that new identity goes around the town collecting information. There are four main personalities she keeps using when acting: The mischievous devil in angel disguise, the intimidating royality, the elegant beauty and the baddass. All of them differ from the other, very individual, and in depth. It's, you can say, her hobby.
[ Eating snacks with an almost inhuman speed ] She eats a lot, even for a flyweight. Nibbles almost everything that seem edible, she eats them all with the condition to be merely the taste. If it's good to go, she'll go for it. Hunger was alays hunting Ki-Yo down, despite slacking off all day doing nothing but hobbyless dreaming.

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Personality
{Impatient - Eccentric - Stubborn - Dreamy - Confident - Obsessed - Straight forward - Honest} Ki-Yo is the kind of person you'll describe as an oddball. Whether she is really aware of what she's doing, or that everything's born from spontaneous acts alone, it's controversial. What's clear is one thing: She is probably the most impatient and can't-sit-still member of the whole pirate crew. Waiting is not her piece of cake, that's plain obvious. Not only that she can't patiently sit down for some minutes, she just has to do something to occupy herself with. Be it sewing, counting whatever there is to count until dreaming about snacks or a scene out of a fairy tale. And even for that, she has to go around, not dwell on one spot. The only exception is when she spaces out, having something like an enlightment- an inspiration through a certain object she regards. That leads us to her rather eccentric side, when she forgets everything and does motions in the air as if dancing; alone. Not giving the slightest damn about her surroundings. And those ideas she has don't always appear as, well, let's say "normal" to people. It's more appropriate to call it strange, odd- weird. Just... doesn't sit well with anyone's tastes; at least, if you aren't crazy. Ignorant about others opinion, she is a confident individual, standing with pride on her chest in front of people, but still doing her own thing without letting her thoughts to be corrupted by others. Very stubborn and hardworking when aspire her purposes, she won't give up easily just like that. She'll fight ad nauseam. Seriously. So don't ever try to pique her fighting spirit- she'll bug you until you're tired of her. That's the obsessive part of her, you could also say passionate; get worked up about everything she takes interest or don't want to lose in. Though honestly, she is still a good loser, yet with such spirits and fire in the eyes, that the winner can't really relish their win, like, at all. Principally an extrovert person, without restraint and shyness that it's eventually gives the impression of impudence, she doesn't have difficulties to integrate and mingle with others. Her righteous, straight forward and honest demeanour still meeting enemies though doesn't really interest her. Honestly, sometimes she is a bit slow about other feelings and their interest as Ki-Yo often foregrounds her concerns above anyone elses. Even burst out anger at times when her purpose being cirsscrossed by someone else. As anything goes, she is still considers to be a very empathic person, and the most times she is irritated is because she sticks up for her friends very crucial and with such an impact, that anyone would feel better to be under her charge. Though don't wonder when at times her laugh is louder than anyone elses and another time her anger burst are the most menacing out of all; remember: She is anything but consistent. Her facial expression are yet very variate and full of colours, easily flustered and flushed- oh yes, it's simply obvious reflected on her face how her thought must go through her honesty. Despite that, she is still unpredictable, and a woman you shouldn't pick fights with.

History
Ki-Yo is a person who had to fight for her rights ever since birth. Reluctantly she gives in, even in desperate situations. Every traits of her is of course, developed by the various of events she's been through, gathering experiences and whole different views of life. That's what taught her everything she needed to continue living- make a living even- and survive. Her parents were both poor people, both not blessed with high intelligence and so all through their lifes ended up being defied, betrayed etcetera. The little Ki-Yo saw all of it- and developed her sense of justice, taught herself to speak up for what she's thinking and not depending on her parents any longer. On the contrary of her, those parents doesn't really show any determination to fight; they were weak. Too weak. They only have memorized to lick other people's feet and being their slave to get money. Pride of them no longer exist. Despite them not being labeled as a "servant" or even "slave", Ki-Yo couldn't stand it any longer. he had to protest, point out her crudities - not without consequences.

She said she abondened her parents after that. The truth about those words of her are to be questioned.

For a time, she dwelt on a certain city, studied there and so gathered general knowledge, obviously impossible without the help of her boss in a bar who let her stay with him and work under him despite him knowing well that she was still a minor that time. He was a widower, a very kind widower rarely to meet, and loved children. The business, he told her, he inherited from his father-in-law after his wife's death. Even though he disliked the bar where he often had to smooth down differences between drunken customers, he emphasized that her wife loved to work there because of memories she couldn't let go. That's the reason he stayed, for her passed away wife. At first, it sounded sweet. Ki-Yo figured very soon that the man was a romantic individual, sometimes even told her stories about faeries, princesses, princes, magicians; fairy tales. He was the man who taught her the enjoyment of sewing, making clothes and was the one accepting her as who she is. She even considered staying with him for the rest of her life, as his daughter. She was happy, very happy.

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However, those happy times ended very soon, at once on top of it through an unfortunate accident in the bar which caused his death, letting Ki-Yo's believe of love to lessen drastically. Why did you call for your husband even though he tried to live as you wished to? Why did you took him, my only happiness, from me? YOU EGOISTIC B*TCH! Her questions and the cussing were directed to his late wife. Ki-Yo put all the blame on her, as she didn't know what to do with the anger. But what he left for her was enough the reason to continue to live on, having in mind that she didn't wish to go against his will. He wanted her to lead a happy life, that's what he said on his dead bed. Still, there are times where she believed such a life is impossible for her to lead, well, not until he found a new hobby, a new work place.

Do you know the job "personal actress"? Short P.A., it's an occupation for those, who are capable to act in any given situation. They're being hired by various of those who needs them to act out a role in real life, whether as a fake lover, fake daughter or whatever. Often their service were needed for personal satisfaction or merely to get rid of people by lying. How she ended up as a P.A. it's pretty unknown, thing is that she was quite the success within the agency but then she went. In the end she knew that she belonged to somewhere else, not staying there going as a different person everyday but instead doing her own thing, discovering the world, finding the very place she feels bonded with. And that place she has yet to find. That's partly the reason why she ended up as a pirate.

Searching for a purpose.

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♥ Sewing
♥ Dressing up
♥ Girly things
♥ Princess stories/ Fairy tales
♥ Spicy Snacks

Dislikes
✘ Love
✘ Pity
✘ Critic
✘ Fish
✘ Cowardice

Skills
[1] Acting;
[2] Tailoring;
[3] Eating snacks;
[4] The knife handling; not as good as a master, but she has it, that natural comfort when holding the knife. Knows some really nasty technics someone would call it cheating.

Weaknesses
[1] Merely eats fish when it can't be helped. And that takes time.
[2] Easily distracted;
[4] Slow perception;

Other
• Probably due to being an expression bomb and of course, her natural given talent to act within a specific situation according to everything surround her that she considers without thinking deeply is the reason why she can persist playing the four "other" personalities of hers which enroots within herself. Nothing might part them from her essence; it just belongs to her whole now. Her most favourite personalities from her time as a P.A.
• She isn't the best make-up artist, but enough for a disguise as someone else. And her beautiful face that is often make-upless is with them quite matured to the extent it appears that she'd turned older for some years.
• Don't ever talk about love. There'll be a long, long rant coming up to that kind of discussion.
• Try to calm her down when she's excited/ concerned/ angry; you'll fail. Even she is can't... she has to somehow press everything out with certain wild movements.

So begins...

Ki-Yo's Story

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Alister Lexus Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg

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Nothing was better then morning on a boat, but of course, that was only Chris's opinion. The sky was a facade full of reds, pinks, and yellows, swirling across the open air in a beautiful motif of fiery beauty. The ocean was calm and the smell of salt was strong in the air today; Chris climbed down from the crows nest and checked his watch (he had stolen it off of a noblemen in Tsugitachi a while back), it was nearly 5:30 which meant that soon the crew would be bustling about, preparing for the day. There was at least another day or two until they reached the shores of the Pirate Island where they would be able to vacation and recuperate for a bit before setting out once more to collect treasure and terrorize islands.

Lately they had been going on a lot of raids and Chris thought that the crew deserved some time off in a place where no one would harass them. Besides, the island was practically empty this time of year aside from the workers that kept everything in order.

He walked across the deck, trying to be as quiet as he could for the crew below. The Captain's quarters were on the main floor, right under where the wheel was.

Chris opened the door to his room to find someone sleeping in his bed. She had been doing that a lot lately, leaving her bed to go sleep in his. That's when Chris noticed the grate to the vent on the floor was open and that there was blood trailing from the open hole to where she was hiding. With a sigh Chris pulled up the blanket to find her hugging her bleeding knees. "What did you do?" He asked, picking the little girl up to survey the damage. She had done quiet a number on herself and her skin was beginning to crack as well. "I guess I'll have to take you to Alister." The child went ridged in his hands, her face contorting into an expression that would have been amusing had she not been so scared. "Don't give me that look Little Sister, you're the one who banged yourself up."

He carried the squirming girl downstairs and knocked twice on the Medic's door before opening it. "Alister are you up?" There was blood slowly running down the child's legs. Thankfully none had dripped on the floor, otherwise Chris would have to have Edward clean it up. His watch began to beep and he placed the girl on the floor, "I have to go, I'll come back to get her soon." Chris promised and closed the door to Alister's room.

He had to go wake up Camelia to start on breakfast and then had to go discuss something with Robin and Cellia. Chris walked down the corridor until he reached the Cook's door and rapped hard on the wood, "Camelia, it's time to get up!"

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Reyna had been crawling through the metal air vents, watching people sleep. She had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise that had come from the Woman's room and in the process Reyna scraped her knees on a nail. It had been a quick scramble back up to the Captain's room, where she proceeded to hide under his blanket and lick off the blood that had gotten on her fingers (how it had gotten on her hands Reyna wasn't so sure).

A few minutes later the Captain had come in to find Reyna hiding in his bed under the large quilt that covered the mattress. She knew what he was going to say, that she needed to go see the medic to patch up her knees, but frankly Reyna hated Alister. Not because he was a bad guy, he wasn't at all, she just hated doctors in general.

As soon as Chris put her down on the floor below she darted under the desk in the corner in a shimmery blur, her skin continuing to flake as it dried up. If Reyna didn't wet it soon, it would feel as though she were drowning on dry land. Maybe Reyna could run away to Cellia's quarters and use the second in command's bathroom to re-hydrate? Does Cellia keep salt in her bathroom? Reyna wondered.

Reyna silently begged for Chris to come back, it's not like calling out to him would do her any good, she didn't have a voice, plus it would have most likely only angered Alister and alerted the others that there was a stowaway on board; which was not something Reyna wanted.

Reyna watched the Medic move with keen golden eyes, she had seen what he had done to some of his other patients and wasn't going to let him poke her with any needles or get too close with anything that wasn't a band aid.

The bleeding was getting significantly worse, she didn't care though, even though it was staining Reyna's favorite dress. The child looked around the small space for an escape route, but the metal duct in here was in the ceiling; the only way to get inside of the crawl space was on a really tall chair or a ladder. Who might be able to help her get out of here? Only three people on the ship knew of her existence; one was in the room and the other had left her here. Everyone else was most likely asleep due to the early hour.

Reyna herself had been asleep only thirty minutes before but had, had a nightmare about her past and couldn't find Chris so she had gotten through the vents to look for Cellia, but had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise (which had turned out to just be the sound of breathing).

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo

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Ki-Yo, unlike most of the crew, is still slummering peacefully; grinning in her sleep with saliva slowly crawling, made its wicked way on her pillow, leaving another stain on her not-so-clean suspiciously grey-black bolster (which supposed to be white). Without any sense of a proper woman, she'd had a sleeping pose far from elegant, outstretched her arms and legs all over the place leaving her belly open and defenseless. Not to mention in what clothes she slept..., you don't want to know it. If people were to know in which kind of get up she was currently in, they'll most definitely wonder about how incompetent the seamstress of the pirate crew is, at least, in the preferences part which are obviously odd and out of place.

Deep asleep, hovering in her dream land, she did not notice the blonde stowaway, which existence she was unbeknownst about, welcomed herself into her snuggery, having an unfortunate accident and therefore left traces of her visit. Nothing was for her of any significance at the time she was dressed as a beautiful princess, being applauded and adored by any passing by creature, all as if coming from a picture book of a five years old. Her happiness she spread all over the kingdom while she jumped along with the magical rabbits, who gave her snacks in masses through a flower meadow where the scent makes her mind swoon and be in the seventh heaven. Truly, a wonderful dream she had, letting her grin to be even more satisfied, making the spectator certainly cringe disgusted and feel of it as simply creepy.

It was certainly an advantage that no one saw her that way, at least, they could then only imagine it; and truth to be told, everything's really close to the reality as that's one part in which she is fairly easy to read. So probably it won't make much difference to be spotted that way. Not like Ki-Yo wanted to be secretive or anything... No, definitely not.

Then suddenly, she began to frown. All of her bright existence began to crumble, and there born in a split of second the sour Ki-Yo, in which irritation is clearly seen. In her dream, rain suddenly began to fall, thunder were beating down the dark and angry sky and lightenings shown their might with an impact, so that every magical creature ceased to exist. All her happy and peaceful environment changed into a nightmare... letting her eyelids to open the view to her room. She reached the end of her dream.

Damn it.

She sighed, slightly grieved about her kingdom and stood up... only to being reminded that she should tidy up a bit with her falling down because of the mess on the floor. Quite the start of a morning, no kidding, she was wide-awake immediately. Not necessarily a good thing, to be honest. "C'mon you mess mess mess, hurry go less less less!" She sang out of tune, accompanied her action to clean some of the mess up as then she bumped on an 'irregularity' on the floorboards. A nail. But more importantly, right beside it, blood. "Iiiiik!", she squeaked, surprised and terrified altogether, not knowing whose blood it is. Or is it really blood? Tentatively, she groped her way to the crime scene, instinctively, out of pure curiosity then, reached out for the red liquid on the floor and really you won't believe it: She tasted it! Tasted it to make sure of its identity; and her premontion kept the truth.

At first, she frowned deeply, then she tilted her head. Afterwards she spaced out, trying to understand of what conclusion she just came and then stood up, putting on her favourite olive green jumpsuit with no specific expression, and reached for the door knob... where she eventually stormed out of her room, ran through the ship like a mad woman, quickly bended for then to arrive in front of the second-in-command's room. Thumping on that respective wooden door with an intensity of someone urged for the toilet while her face only displayed terror and true fright, she insisted for her attention. "Ce-Ceeeeeel...." Ki-Yo merely whined, seeking the woman's comfort.

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Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King

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Normally and early riser the cold second in command was jerked out of sleep by pounding on her door, Grumbling Cellia stumbled to her door and threw it open. Her state of dress was slightly embarrassing but she gave no indication of embarrassment when she took in Ki-Yo, her calculating eyes took in the distress and fear of the slightly eccentric seamstress and her molten silver orbs narrowed. "Whats happened?" her soft almost wispy voice asked, it was kind and mothering but there was a frost on it that had any one outside of the crew heard, they would have thought she was upset. Waving Ki-Yo in she shut the door and set to work getting ready for the day, she without thinking twice, pulled the over sized black button up shirt from her small frame and replaced it with a black silk breast band. Quickly, as she watched Ki-Yo in her mirror, pulled on her normal attire. Sitting down in a large chair her attention as finally fixed on the frantic woman and her alone.

"What happened? Ki, I need you to tell me or else I cant fix it." She murmured, she was obviously trying to be kind but there was somthing about her that never passed over the line to friendly. She was kind yes, she was polite yes, but no matter how hard she tried she wasnt friendly. "Sweetheart, what upset you." Her eyes, though angry because of her friends fear, were warm even if her voice wasnt.

Though she didnt want to rush the girl out Cellia was beginning to become uncomfortable, she has a routine in the morning and so far it has been blown to shreds. At this rate she wasnt going to be able to get breakfast before her normal morning meeting with Chris. Sighing, she reverted to distraction tactic. "I wasnt planning on giving this to you for awhile, and even then I was just going to leave it in your station but here. I found it during a raid last week." She said while handing the seamstress a small ball of rare lace, it was plant based and for whatever reason no one could get the plants to grow anywhere but on the savage islands meaning that it was to dangerous to collect the plant fibers to make. Cellia watched Ki-Yos face, she hoped the gift would comfort the girl.

"We should head to breakfast, but only if you want." She murmured in her gentlest that was still very cold and distant even if the sound of it was like the sweetest music. She really wanted to speak to Chris, she needed to know how far they all were from Pirate Island which Robin could tell her, and she also wished to speak to Edward about getting drunk on the ship, not that he caused problems but because he becomes an easy target for Robin. She only knew that because she had been up far to late and had seen Robins antics, antics which had almost gotten her wall of distance to break and that had almost gotten her to laugh out loud.

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Alister Lexus Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg

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Chris was quite surprised that Camelia opened the door wearing nothing but a shirt. He didn't mind, it wasn't a bad view or anything, he just hadn't thought of her as the type to sleep in just a button down shirt. "I'm so sorry I didn't wake up earlier! I guess I uh... stayed up to late! I hope you can forgive me sir!" This wasn't as much of a shock because frankly, it wasn't Chris's business as to what his crew did after hours. After Chris turned in for the night, he assumed the other stayed up for a few more hours before going to bed as well; you know what they say when you assume.

"Oh sir! Shall I start breakfast? Do you have any requests for today?" Chris leaned against the wall, an easy smile slipping onto his lips. He hoped he didn't look pervy, "There isn't really anything specific I would prefer. Although I did like those rice omelettes you made the other week." Chris normally hated eggs, they made him extremely nauseous, but rice omelettes had done nothing other than satisfy his taste buds and belly. "Would you mind making some more donuts as well? A little bird on board told me she greatly enjoys your pastries." Chris loved a good pastry and if Camelia didn't want to make omelettes than donuts and coffee were the next best thing.

"I'll see you in the kitchen," next he had to check in with his second in command and then find Robin. He heard stirring coming from another room and figured Edward was just rising as well; good there was some cleaning on the top deck that needed to be done. He knocked on Cellia's door and heard voices coming from within. Not one for the privacy of others, Chris opened the door to see Ki-Yo and Cellia sitting on the bed. Did all the girls on this ship sleep in just shirts? How had he not found this out until now?

"Morning," he nodded to the two. "Sorry to interrupt," Chris stepped into the doorway, opening the door up a bit more. "Cellia do you think we could meet after breakfast today?" He asked, seeing as how she was busy with Ki-Yo who looked as though she had seen a ghost. Maybe she had? This ship was quite old after all.

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Reyna relaxed a bit when Alister said that there would be no needles for her today. It was a relief, the girl hated needles almost as much as she hated doctors. Reyna winced when he put the disinfectant on the wounds, the stuff coming from the bottle smelled bad and it stung and in Reyna's mind that meant it was bad.

She sat still long enough for the Medic to apply the bandages, then Reyna began squirming once more. Once he was done the child followed Alister to the door and ran as soon as it was opened. She had to be careful as she made her way back to Chris's room. Reyna had to be sure not to run into anyone or to let anyone see her and it was hard work hiding on a ship at the hour when everyone was just getting out of their rooms.

Reyna stood in front of the Captain's corridors on the main deck. For a second she unsure if she should enter. The answer was obvious, but this was Reyna's first time outside in a very long time and she didn't really want to go back to the isolation of the room. It was the flaking of her scales that reminded Reyna if she didn't go inside, she would probably dry out. So Reyna turned the gold knob and went inside the large space, walking towards the closet. Inside the part the room the Captain had deemed her's, Reyna poured a cup of salt into the tub of water that sat in front of the small bed behind a second door. The girl doused herself in the metal basin, breathing a sigh of relief as her skin absorbed the salt water. Her lungs no longer felt as though they were going to burst and her knees felt significantly better as well.

Who should I spy on next? Reyna wondered as she ran her wet fingers along her neck. Suddenly the girl remembered Alister's advice and pulled off the dress she was wearing, balling it up throwing it in a wet heap into the corner. Robin and Edward are always interesting to watch, Reyna thought. Of course, at this time of the morning Camelia would be making breakfast and the smells would no doubt lure her to the space above the stove top. Darren scarred Reyna, he reminded her a lot of someone she once knew, although she couldn't remember who it was. So no, she definitely wouldn't watch him.

Reyna had already risked watching Ki-Yo and that hadn't turned out so well. The girl stood up and stepped out of the basin, the left over water absorbing itself into her skin. Reyna went through the small pile of dresses that she owned and slipped into a pink one with white ruffles on the front and a black ribbon.

Next she slid into the vents to explore the ship and spy on a life Reyna knew would never be her's.

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Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: The Pirate King

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Ki-Yo, still having that terrified expression on her face, stared at Cellia who opened her the door suddenly, rough, not seeming to be pleased of her presence. Yet Ki-Yo didn't see that at all. She was always slow of others irritations, slow of perceving the signals of her being an annoyance, therefore she never really bothered with Cel's distant attitude. For her, she was kind of like the mother of the crew, despite that not meaning she cooked for them, but rather she cared and had that protective instinct. A kind soul that Ki-Yo knew, would let her in even if it was still early in the morning. Not like Ki-Yo remembered that fact when she interrupted Cellia's sleep though.

"What happened?"

"I--- princess--- cloth--- mess-- red--- b- blo-" She whimpered like a little puppy, stuttering the words which were not coming out right. Or well, being eaten by her state. Of course it wasn't the blood which terrified Ki-Yo, it was the very fact that there was blood - fresh blood - that she was scared about. From whom- and from what was that blood? It ought not to be something like a vampire, a bloody snake, a dracula.... an all eating MONSTER?!

"What happened? Ki, I need you to tell me or else I cant fix it. Sweetheart, what upset you"

In the edge of crying she sat on the bed and watched Cellia change her clothes. Honestly she didn't knew that she'd only wear that plain black button up shirt. If she knew, she will most definitely sew her a fancy pyjama! Wanting to raise her voice, offering her the 'favor', Cellia asked first. Then all of her recollection of what she found in her room, came back. She frowned, deeply when confronting Cellia, purposed to take her hand. "S... something came to my sleep! When I was a asleep! When dreaming about my kingdom, you know. It was wonderful but in the end it rained! But there... when I saw my mess... I wanted to clean up! Normal isn't it? Cleaning up! So I was singing, and then a nail! It hurt my hand, very much, but but... there was b-b..." She explained chaotically, too flustered, without having a proper structure; just saying what comes to her mind. Result: No one would ever understand her like so, fair enough.

"I wasnt planning on giving this to you for awhile, and even then I was just going to leave it in your station but here. I found it during a raid last week"

Ki-Yo made big, big eyes. Her auburn eyes rested on the gift, very surprised, very confused... crazy happy. "Oh- oh my... GODDESS!! That's so nice of you!" Instinctively hugged the second-in-command almost squeezing her to death, she took the gift with full delight and raised, kissed the rare lace she couldn't find in any store (and if, it would be hella costy) and slightly danced on the spot.

"We should head to breakfast, but only if you want."

"SURE! And thank you very much!" She said with an over eagerly tone while slightly bowing to show her gratitude. Still busy with celebrating her new acquirement, the captain came in. "Morning to you too, captain!" she said with a bright smile. "Now business aside, let's eat breakfast first!" She announced, taking Cellia's hand as she pleased and dragged her out of the room to Chris' side. "Shall we?" As if all the commotion, all of the scary thought from before never even existed.

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"Of course, Chr-Captain." Cellia said softly as she was dragged from her room by Ki-Yo, "Sir, Close and lock my door please!" She called over her shoulder, the glimmer of a smile fluttering at the corners of her lips. Looking at Ki-Yo, who now appears to be perfectly fine and even happy. Cellia knew whos blood it was but she couldnt tell her who it was, "Hey, Ki my dear, I dont know who or what spilt the blood but im willing to bet that it was Robin. So if you ignore it and pretend it didnt happen im sure that he wont do it again." She said, offering up a reasonable explanation of how the blood got in Ki-Yo's room.

Entering the dinning room Cellia's eyes quickly made their ways around the room, "Good morning Edward, Robin, Camelia. Cam, dear please tell me you have coffee made and that we have flavored cream and sugar" She called out, her voice was like music floating through the room. "Robin The Captain asked to speak to me after breakfast, that probably means that your going to be needed as well. Edward, I need to speak with you." She continued, it was very official, but there was something about the gleamer in her eyes when she said she needed to speak to Edward that would make anyone who knew her well and knew of Edwards predicament only a few hours earlier think she was amused.

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“It is? Yeah, it is!” Robin stifled a laugh. “How strange to hear you mention that! You'd think it's a new thing for you.”
Edward knew by ignoring Robin he would be enticing the little man to prod him even more and it was confirmed when Robin began to follow him around the ship the same way Sparks followed Robin. Edward just hoped Robin would get preoccupied with something and forget about this particular prank before Edward had dug himself a pretty deep hole.
You won this round Robin. Just let it go.

Camelia ran into the kitchen, threw some coffee beans into the grinder and started to gather ingredients for something that Edward interpreted it as “not coffee”. She was in her zone and seemed not to notice anyone.
“Morning Camelia, you seem to have everything under control here so um, we’ll be out of your hair. Please don’t forget to add a little kicker to my coffee.” Leaving the frenzied cook alone, Edward noted that there was something different about her today although he couldn't exactly put his finger on it.

Edward was massaging his throbbing temples in the dining room, trying to recall where he had left his trench coat as more people showed up for breakfast. A familiar voice greeted everyone and Edward looked up to see that it was Ki-Yo and Cellia who had just entered. Edward greeted back with a weak salute and went back to caressing his aching temples. If he had his trench coat he could drink from his second flask, the flask designated for when being a pirate became more about looting and fighting than sailing. His special orange flask was kept only for a single purpose, to have gin on him at all times. "Dutch courage", some old sailor had taught him was all he needed to spring into action. He needed a little boost now, some courage to to stand against his worsening hangover.
“Edward, I need to speak with you.”
Those words jolted Edward up and he knew very well what they meant. Busted. Of course there was always the question of how much they knew so Edward decided to stall Cellia in order to get his bearings, gather how deep he was in the mud and use that to generate his latest excuse. Although he had a plan set in motion – a plan that was encoded in to his being by now – this wasn't the way he wanted to start his morning.
“Before you start can I make a rather embarrassing request?” Edward whispered to Cellia, while avoiding eye contact to feign his embarrassment. “As everyone knows, you are the best when it comes to locks and as you can see,” Edward pointed to his new wrist adornment. “I could use some help.”

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Alister Lexus Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg

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"Perfect," Chris clapped his hands together and walked down the hall towards the kitchen, he could smell the food all the way down the hall and wondered what kind of vegetables would be in the omelettes today. Speaking of vegetables, Chris had to get a list from everyone of what they needed when they landed on Pirate's Cove. He was going to restock the ship while they all rested. Something suddenly occurred to him and Chris realized this was an urgent question he was going to need to ask Cellia, but he didn't want to bug her.

He would have to ask her later then... When Chris entered the kitchen he noticed that Edward had a handcuff on his wrist and was following Cellia out of the room. Immediately, Chris's head turned towards Robin and the Captain rolled his eyes. Normally Robin's jokes were funny, but Chris was beginning to feel bad for Edward who seemed to always be on the receiving end of one of Robin's pranks. Chris was glad that Robin had not attempted to prank him yet, but then again, no one was allowed into the Captain's Corridors without permission. That didn't stop a few crew members though, sometimes he would walk into his room to find one of them sitting on his bed.

Suddenly, the ship began to tilt and Chris cursed. He bolted from the kitchen and past Alister in the hallway, up the stairs and bursting through the door before he finally reached the wheel and turned it sharply the other way. The ship began to even out and Chris sighed in relief, with all the future technology that Tsugitachi produced, their stabilizers weren't all the good. They might have to raid the island again to see what new machines they came out with that could help the crew in their endeavors. Chris was beginning to go back down the kitchen when he tripped and caught his foot on the handrail and ended up tumbling down the stairs. God, Chris could be such a clutz sometimes. He stood up and stretched, cracking his back and moaning at his sore bottom. Chris looked at his palm to see a piece of wood stuck in it. He bit down on his lip and pulled the splinter out, trying not to yelp at the sudden pain. Thankfully, no one else was on deck, otherwise his image as their fearless Captain could have been tarnished.

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Reyna crawled through the vents, avoiding the nail that had cut her knees up. The child was halfway to the kitchen when something caught her attention, a puppy! She watched as it followed the orange haired boy who was trailing behind Edward. Her golden eyes followed the two curiously, but only for a minute before Reyna remembered her previous task of getting to the kitchen. Reyna crawled carefully until she was positioned over the vents that looked down over the stove, the girl took in a whiff of the delicious food and sighed in contentment, her tummy grumbling at the sight of the perfect omelettes.

Then Camelia took something out of the fridge; could it be? Was that doughnut dough? Suddenly Reyna found herself salivating and wiped her mouth on her forearm. The Captain had better bring her donuts and not just eat them all himself. Could she bite him if he did that? No, last time she bit him he punished her and made her sit in Cellia's room while the woman was working on something, that had been a very boring hour.

Maybe Cellia would bring her donuts? Reyna turned and began crawling the other way to find Cellia. She reached the girl's room, but found that there was no one inside of it. Great, now who was she supposed to ask? Chris didn't always remember to bring her breakfast and she had a feeling that with all the preparations for their vacation, Chris would forget about her. She wasn't about to ask Alister... Which left no one. Unless she broke Chris's rules and asked Ki-Yo or Camelia? Maybe she could convince them that she was a ghost that needed doughnut sacrifices? This obsession with fried dough probably wasn't good for her, but doughnuts were Reyna's salvation. It was one of the first things she ate when the Captain rescued her out of a basement in Drek.

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Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter

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Ki-Yo grinned while her eyes were set on that single lace on her hand, her hands shaking for excitement, various of images of possible clothes run through her head merely eagerly waiting to be practicised by her. Yes, she'll use it for a very important purpose, it is not to be wasted. Probably a new shirt for Edward or Robin? They urgently needed it, even without them requesting it Ki-Yo knew. Well, she had eyes after all. And in her eyes, the shirts were already garbage, in use for too many years already.

"Hey, Ki my dear, I dont know who or what spilt the blood but im willing to bet that it was Robin. So if you ignore it and pretend it didnt happen im sure that he wont do it again."

"You think so? Robin's prank?" She asked, now thinking back about what happened. Sure, it would fit to the navigator's profile, but Ki-Yo wasn't really convinced. It was real blood after all, which she found in her room, and something like that was a bit too much for a prank, even if it was Robin. "Hmpf. If he is the culprit, I will be sure to have revenge. He nearly shocked me to death! It's unforgivable!" Her aggressive side showed up that instant, but left not too long afterwards with the wind, leaving only a pouting Ki-Yo there with a frown. No, she was not convinced, at all. She couldn't think Robin is capable of doing such a prank, is he? It can't be changed, she needed to talk to the navigator.

Following Cellia into the kitchen, she spotted Edward and Robin, as also of course, the cook. Which left only the explosive expert and the doctor to be absent. "Morning Rob, Eddy--", she greeted the Swabby with the nickname she gave him, but stopped seeing in what miserable position he ended in. And most definitely the fault of... "ROBIN! What are you doing to that poor guy? That's definitely a bit too much, even for your pranks!" She said approaching Edward with a frown, still angry because of the believe that it was Robin who left the blood stain in her room to scare her, no, terrify her.

“As everyone knows, you are the best when it comes to locks and as you can see, I could use some help.”

With determination, Ki-Yo stared at the cluff on his wrist, puzzling on how she could help him out of these. Tilting her head after some minutes, she had not come to a conclusion... yet. Of course, she could give way to Cellia, but she was stubborn. Eventually she started to try braking them with bare hands, which obviously was a waste of time and so freaking dumb, therefore she finally turned around to Robin, attempting to catch the little rascal for good. Then suddenly the ship began to tilt... Ki-Yo almost fell! The captain though acted quick and went as fast as he could to the control room. In the meanwhile, Ki-Yo made an effort so that the perfect picture of the table set done by the cook remained somehow the same, at least, not that some go flying or something, that would be a real pain... for the feet.

After that, her eyes sparkled. "Robin, let me ask you a few questions...", she said dangerously while slowly approaching the navigator, wanting to know the truth.

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Robin shrugged as with each passing minute, more crew members crawled out of the lower deck and gathered in the kitchen. He took a moment to greet every one of them

“Robin The Captain asked to speak to me after breakfast, that probably means that your going to be needed as well.”

Wait, how does that work? No questions asked, could've been an order for all he knew.

“Aye, aye, secretary.” He retorted jovially, a joke of his own, giving the second in command a two-fingered salutation. Had Chris asked for him? He didn't remember. Then again, when didn't Chris need his charming navigator?

“ROBIN! What are you doing to that poor guy? That's definitely a bit too much, even for your pranks!”

Huh? Ki-yo just made it sound like he threw the poor sod off the ship or something. It's just a cuff, nothing he wouldn't recover from. Right? Right.

Anyway, there was no reason for him to stay if everyone was gonna give him the evil eye. So, if he'd just slowly walked... out...

“Robin, let me ask you a few questions...”

“Rats.” Robin muttered sarcastically, grinning as his body twirled to face the crew's substitute... mother? Yeah, that sounded about right. Ki-yo was undoubtedly a fuzzy mum. A very OCD, creepy, pirate mother.

“You got me. I swapped your shampoo with hair dye, sorry.” Oh wait, her hair wasn't a hot pink yet. Shit! “I'm joking! I wouldn't do that. Hehe... Heh.” He folded his hands behind his head. “Anyway, how may little Robin be of service to you, ma'am?”

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Alister Lexus Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg

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Her stomach growled, her knees trembled; she was rarely hungry but when the rumbles began, they did not stop until satisfied by something sweet. Reyna would be breaking the rules, Chris would be terribly mad, but what else was there to do? She positioned herself over the vents in the kitchen, the metal creaking under her weight as she shifted and knelt above the grate. Reyna kicked it, watching as it tumbled to the ground. She followed it a few seconds later and hit the wooden floor with a soft thump! Ignoring the stares of the crew members and walking right up to the fridge.

Reyna took out the milk and went to one of the place settings at the mahogany table, pouring herself a glass and sitting down, chugging the cold liquid and giving a silent sigh when finished.

The pink choker with the silver pendant that dangled around her neck marked Reyna as property of the ship, in case she ever got off and needed to find her way back; there were only a handful of ways to get such a necklace. Even though she was technically a stowaway, Reyna was also property of the King of the Pirates. Her thoughts straying from the milk, Reyna her head full of blond hair to look at the chef, Camelia, hoping that there was an omelette for her as well because her stomach was growling quite loudly now and the milk hadn't satisfied the hunger pangs.

What was she to do while she waited for food? Reyna glanced around the room, she couldn't exactly introduce herself as the child had no voice and she knew that even if she did say anything they probably wouldn't know how to respond; so Reyna did the only thing she could think of, she picked up the grate and held it out to Edward.

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Character Portrait: The Stowaway Character Portrait: Cellia Von Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: Alister Lexus Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: The Pirate King Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg

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Ki-Yo was again, pissed off, not really seem to calm herself down after watching the act of the Navigator. “You got me. I swapped your shampoo with hair dye, sorry. I'm joking! I wouldn't do that. Hehe... Heh. Anyway, how may little Robin be of service to you, ma'am?” Sus.. pi.. cous... Ki-You watched the little guy with a threatening glare, no, she was definitely not up for jokes. "The blood! In my room! It was your doing right?" She accused him, pointing her finger with sprouting confidence. A confidence without any evidence. Yet a delation anyone in the crew would think as possible.

Meanwhile, Darren entered the kitchen. Actually Ki-Yo didn't really know how to deal with this one. He makes it difficult for her to figure him out, or at least trying to communicate with him as fellow crew members. It's not only Ki-Yo who had difficulties to get through him though, which isn't such a big surprise as to how quiet and unapproachable he was. Frightening. Intimidating. Creepy. Ki-Yo thought at the first encounter that he was a professional killer. That's why her attention averted to him as he entered and took a seat, apparently waiting for the food to be served. Which shouldn't take long... for her stomache sake, too.

Then, there was that really awkward silence.

Of course, Ki-Yo didn't really realise that; she was again, in her own world where she tried to calm down and accomplish a smile as well as a greeting, as it would be weird not to show such gestures to fellow crew members, even if we're talking about Derren who wasn't likely to have bothered with such triviality. At least, Ki-Yo believed it to be that way. Suddenly, a strange sound interrupting the silence. Metal against metal, a crash upon the wooden flor as well as a sound of a falling subject, roughly kissed the ground. Someone... or something, is trying to get through... At the time Ki-Yo grabbed the knife on the table, that little girl popped out. Made her way to the kitchen without a care for anyone's opinion and took milk out of the fridge. Immidiately, she gulped the white liquid down as of great thirst.

"Eh- uhm. Eeeeeeh??! Who-- no-- WHAT is this child? Huh, Huuuh, how did she get on the ship?" Ki-Yo was so confused she took a seat, while her eyes still fixed on the blonde girl, watching her obviously taken aback. Blind passenger perhaps? A LOST KID? While she thought of various possibilities as of how and why she was aboard, her attention shifted to the necklace she wore. The pink choker with the silver pendant. No outsider could own.

When the girl glanced around the room, Ki-Yo's confusion changed to curiosity. "Hey cute girl, what's your name? Where did you come from? How did you get that necklace? How old are you?" She however, approached Edward and held out the grate. A bit irritated she got ignored and all the attention was meant for Edward, Ki-Yo decided to tease that big guy a bit. "Uhm... I guess it's her present to you, Edward? She finds you attractive perhaps? Love at first sight? Or, or wait, she thinks you can break that cuff with that right? Or or..." While she tried to figure out the reason of why (which she eventually did very eagerly and not for teasing purposes), she heard sounds other than usual. It wasn't the reassuring ocean waves, nor the exciting sound and smell of Camelia's cooking.

Ki-Yo ran outside. Her hair flew widely in the wind, but her sight only fixed on one thing ahead: "LAAAAND, HOOOOO!!!"