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Aja Pilar Akmet

"We all do what we must to survive..."

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a character in “Pirates: By Blood or By Gold”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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Madame Aja Pilar Akmet
"For what we want the most, there is be a cost to be paid in the end."


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Name: Aja Piler Akmet
The Fae Whore
The Witch Fae
Madame.

Age: Unknown appears 18-30

Appearance: Aja is a slender, beautiful dark skinned woman, with long black hair, almond shaped flirty eyes. She has a warm welcoming smile, that lure men into her brothel, yet at the same time, the same smile could be sinster as well.

Build: Curvy but slim.

Personality: Aja is mysterious and enigmatic, she tends to make those around her both uncomfortable, and intrigued all at the same time. She finds enjoyment in that and can be flirty and playful because of it. She speaks in riddles, she likes to confuse people so she purposely speaks in a way that makes them have to guess at what she is saying. Though it is impossible for her to lie, she is gifted in half truths, bending the truth just before it breaks. Her motives for doing anything is mostly having to do with curiosity, but that just makes her impossible to trust.

Where they live: In the dark streets of Nassau, Originally from Anansai, the Fae Continent.

What/ who they are: The Madame of the local brothel.

A soliatary Fae, known to communicate with the dead, break and place hexes, things of that nature

History: Aja's origins are a mystery, everyone knows she isn't exactly human as she's lives in Nassau for ages without aging a day. She is known in Nassau as someone to get information from, and how to have a good time in her arms but beyond that, not mush else is known, besides her heritage of being Fae.

Skills:
Seduction
Spell Casting
Necro-communtication: Speaking with the dead.
Clairvoyance (Slight)
Self regeneration.
Potion Making
Vast Knowledge of the Supernatural World.

Other: She speaks with an odd dialect, where she pronounces her "th"'s as "d"'s.
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So begins...

Aja Pilar Akmet's Story

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He heard a voice behind him, and instantly remembered. Of course, she asked why he refused to seek her, so he shrugged and said simply, "Ah, well, my memory was a bit jumbled, is all, so I tried to recollect some things. My latest adventure took longer than expected. Anyway, I wondered if you knew anything about where I could fine the Shield of Davar, prophetic prime elder of Larshrael. Larshrael was an ancient nation where a council of elders ruled and where my god, Wisdmijuus, god of Justice, Wisdom and Protection, laid down the basic scriptures regarding himself and his teachings for mortals to read. The shield is written to have contained the ability to keep entire armies from dying. Davar used it to keep Larshrael's many enemies from overwhelming his people. In the end, because of Larshrael's eventual corruption from within, the country was conquered, the shield lost to time. The last person to have had knowledge of the shield's whereabouts as far as anyone is aware of was a descendent of Davar named Jeremiaem, the last prophet to have spoken out against his own government and people's corruption before Larshrael was defeated in war and annexed by one of its enemies. It is said he took it with him and hid it somewhere so it could not fall into the wrong hands, enforcing the unknown location with elaborate traps designed to keep intruders out. An army or crew that manages to grab a hold of the shield and harness its powers would be all but invincible, and that I cannot allow. I have searched for it ever since my quest to find artifacts began by heavenly mandate. So far, the clues found only led to a dead end, which can only mean Jeremiaem was highly skilled at covering his tracks during his life, coming up with false indications as to the shield's whereabouts. This adventure I have been waiting to complete for hundreds of years would be my ultimate test in this world. Everyone else whom has looked for it died before they could come close. There has to be a reason, besides how well hidden the shield obviously is."

Fae were a beautiful race, he admitted, yet he wondered if a fae would be right for him. Sure, they were incapable of lying, and they were immortal, yet there were some things he would have to think about before deciding. For now, he would just focus on his heavenly duty.

((notice the Judaic references. Sorry, I couldn't resist! Do you stuff, Kai!))




Adir just came back from a raid on a pirate ship which harbored demons on board their ship. All opponent onboard were killed, including his intended targets. Everytime Adir walked the streets of Nassau, people would whisper softly about rumors concerning him and wonder if he truly was an angel due to his alleged prowess. Only Adir and his brother, Benyamin, knew that answer, and it was yes. On his way to the library, he purchased some tea to clear his head and benefit from the herbs used to brew it. The tea he drank while walking down the streets. At the library, he read a book involving one of his most hated enemies, Cassius the Incubus. Ever since the angel's quest to slay all demons he could find, it was Cassius whom evaded him the most. Everytime Adir would come close to victory against him, Cassius had some trick up his sleeve to escape. This was no ordinary incubus, either: he was infamous in the supernatural world for defeating many demon slayers, most of them being angels. This simple fact made Adir want to kill him even more. Upon completing the book, he found only one clue as to where Cassius goes off to, it was a place where tea leaves were common currency. Adir realized the supplier of much of the tea in Nassua was one of the more infamous ladies in town, Lady Harlington.

Adir counted up how much coin he gained from his adventures, seeing he had more than enough for her prices. He sprinted the whole way to the gate of her estate, then waited for her carriage to arrive. He also thought of what to say.

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Benyamin thought long and hard about what Aja said. He speedily came to the conclusion Jeremiaem was merely an alias. Considering the name does not appear on any tablets or scrolls from his time, it must have been his alter ego, so to avoid attention when living out his life away from prophesying. Also, he always covered his eyes with bandages and wore a mask cloth over his mouth. Both were fairly modest, like the rest of his attire, meaning he could easily blend in with the crowd. His cap covered most of his hair (This is not to be confused with a baseball cap.)

Recalling the different relics in his "museum", four Larshraelite artifacts came to mind, three written documents, one staff: the Annals of the Larhsraelite Council of Elders, the Journal of the Last General, the Priest's Son's Book, and the Staff of Larshrael. All four items were linked to the Council of Elders, be it directly or indirectly. The Annals record, among other things, the offspring of elders and prime elders which headed the former. One entry came to mind: Deborasi, the first female Prime Elder, was recorded to have had four daughters and three sons, the sons having been known to disappear at perceivably random times before coming back in the house. Except, none of them are recorded in the Annals to be Jeremiaem, whom lived during that time frame. He must have been one of the three sons. That was deduction number one.

The Journal of the Last General tells of how Jeremiaem was of a medium height and average weight and fitness (which was still very much fit) among the Larshraelites, which added to the ability to blend in with the crowd, but also notes a strange thing about the prophet nobody else was able to. The voice of Jeremiaem had similarities to two people he helped raised while Deborasi was away on military campaigns to defend Larshrael. Judkarsh and Solomirka fit the description very closely without referring to the face. Deduction number two.

The Priest's Son's Book describes the friendship between himself and the three sons of Deborasi, including all the mischief they would get into. Of interest at the moment was the part where the Priest's Son went on to explain the odd behaviors concerning Judkarsh and how he would suddenly speak more symbolically and seriously, his eyes not looking at anything in particular. The journal also mentioned the incident always followed by Judkarsh running off without saying another word. The third and final deduction was in place to determine who Jeremiaem truly was.

There was only one problem, however: where did Judkarsh head off to after Larshrael's fall? He would have had to have been somewhere few individuals would bother to look, for whatever reason it was. He would not have hid the shield in or anywhere near a town or city, however. That would have been too easy. Besides, considering it was said there were elaborate traps in store, the location would have had to have been largely remote so to have had time to build them while keeping the watchful eye of the enemy away from himself. Traps often required stone or wood, which Judkarsh was excellent in using both materials. From that, Benyamin was able to determine that Judkarsh either went to the highly dangerous Weskri Forest, the arid Sinaat Desert, or the largely-untouched Zukron Mountains. The Staff would be of help in evading traps once there, as well as in finding more clues.

After he had thought all that out in his head, he looked up at Aja and said to her, "I think I have an idea where to go from here, now. Thanks, Aja." His smile while speaking was an innocent one without any hidden meanings. It was his typical that was friendly to people when there was no action.

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The soft, playful melody of an accordion and flute filled the brothel along with the intermingling sounds of laughter and drunken blares. Pirates, scoundrels, and even the wealthy were lounged about couches with voluptuous women in their laps and beer and wine on their tables. They smoked hookah and munched on grapes, cheese, and other edibles that kept hunger at bay, but nothing sated the hunger of their loins like a fine woman.

As a red-faced smiling gentleman staggered toward the door, he wrapped his fingers about the bronze knob and drew it open to walk right into what felt to be a wall. The man staggered backwards before he fell upon his bum and from the pair of legs he saw in front of him, he craned his head up the doorframe to where the stranger’s head was not visible. The visitor’s frame blocked the door, and silence fell over the guests. Eyes were upon the stranger as he lowered his head to get through the entrance. His steps were felt through the floor, and the boards groaned beneath the weight of Mercurian bone and muscle. With the hat veiling his face, the man was shrouded in mystery. His torn pants, lack of footwear, and the sack he carried in his hand made him look shipwrecked, having perhaps just washed up upon the beach. It was clear that the jacket he wore didn’t fit him, having been split at the sleeves to reveal stark-white arms with the brands of a pirate all over them.

The inebriated man curled his legs, drawing them closer to his chest fearful that the giant would step upon them. When his shadow collapsed over him like a blanket, with his head tipped as far back as it could naturally go, he saw the two eyes that peered down at him from spheres of darkness. They looked like rings of gold, glinting softly and stealing his breath on asphyxiated whimpers. With a sudden wail, the drunk jumped to his feet and nearly stumbled on his way out the door as he screamed:

“Monster! Muh-muh-monster!”

The guests silently watched the man leave before their attention apprehensively returned to the stranger.

One of the unoccupied girls waiting the tables approached him, a little nervously, but she was good at hiding it. To the guests, she was bold and probably a fool. She was a young thing. Shame to see such a girl with a whole life ahead of her at a brothel. She had rich, dark spiraling hair, pink lips and cheeks. She stopped just out of the visitor’s reach with her serving tray against her lap and through hazel eyes peered up at the mysterious gentleman. She couldn’t see his face beneath the lip of his hat, but the presence he bore was thick and foreign.

“Welcome. The mistress is busy, but I will do my best to tend to your needs,” said the serving girl.

She watched the smile curl at his lips as he shook his bag and from it came the chime of coin. “I got me a bag ‘ere wit’ some things ye might find nice. Ah’m jus’ wonderin’ who t’give it to.”

The girl bowed her head, her tresses tumbling forward to veil her intrigued smile and the brief redness that came to her cheeks. She had heard the weight of the gold and couldn’t deny her urges to acquire it. If a man had gold, monster or not, she’d happily take it off his hands.

Raising her head, the girl sighed a breath of refreshment and extended her arm over to an empty lounge with pink, silk curtains, pillows, and a hookah pipe.

“This way. You’ll be with me,” she told him.

The teeth he flashed at her as he started for the lounge made her jump a little. What kind of man had teeth like that? What had she gotten herself into? She followed behind him, inspecting small distinct features such as the strange seams that extended down his forearms. She even thought that she saw his skin move beneath his armpits. Had she really been about to entertain a beast?

As they passed the stairwell, the serving girl slowed, staring up at the second floor with concern glinting in her eyes. Mako peered over his shoulder and stopped, eyes flicking up to the second floor briefly before they returned to her.

“Whot is it?” he asked.

The girl’s attentioned snapped back to her guest, her eyes widening a little. “N-nothing. It’s just…the mistress; Madame Aja left some time before you arrived to check on one of the girls. She just hasn’t come back down. I guess I’m a little concerned.”

Mako made a face, his nose wrinkling and lips drooping in a frown. He normally wouldn’t have cared, but the girl had hinted that this Madame Aja was her boss. If something happened to her employer, then the brothel wouldn’t last for as long as he had hoped to spend in it. The fish hissed and turned toward the girl, walking past her as he silently started up the stairs.

“Wait! You can’t go up there unescorted!” she called as she grabbed her pink dress by the skirts and raised them to quickly follow after him.

“Then escort me!” the shark growled though he still continued to lead the way.

Down the hall were a group of men crowding a bedroom. Their bioelectric signatures flickered before his eyes along with the two that were in the bedroom, and as he strode closer, he watched a woman step out and she didn’t look too thrilled to see the men there.

Yelling followed, and when one of the scumbags raised his hand against the fae, the serving girl squeaked, “Madame Aja!”

Mako took note of the woman’s description and threw his weight forward as he advanced like a shark pursuing prey.

No, I think we’ll rather enjoy this,

One of the men happened to look away from the fae to see the massive man lunge upon his buddies. With a startled cry, he tried to alert them: “Look out!”

Mako’s left and right forearms swung out against the necks of the two ruffians' bodies, slamming them against opposite walls before his fins slid free of their filmy sheath to stretch like blades across the dazed men’s throats. They felt the hairline cut of a knife stinging their flesh and their eyes bulged at the strange protrusions coming from the creature’s arms. They danced upon the toes of their feet, trembling fearfully for one slip could have their throats slit.

The third one had wailed and drew his sword to stab it up at the beast’s face. From beneath the man’s hat, he heard a clang of metal and felt the vibrations reverberate throughout his hands. He grasped the hilt with both hands and tried to force the sword onward only to watch the cheap blade bend as Mako bent at the waist, lowering his gait so that his black, ghostly eyes could stare into the man’s face.

The ruffian paled, seeing his blade clenched between teeth that were large and jagged like a shark. His weapon had bent like a spoon and with the jerk of Mako’s head was stripped right from his grip and thrown against the wall.

“Ye know the last bloke who putta’ sword in me face I bit ‘is face clean off,” Mako shared as the corners of his mouth twisted into a malicious grin.

The man slowly stepped back in silent terror and looked to his pinned buddies before he turned tail and ran.

“Madame Aja!” the serving girl called as she moved around Mako’s hip to check on her employer. She reached a hand for her cheek not liking the harm she had faced.

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As much as he had rather slit the humans’ throats, the shark retracted his fins and the two ruffians slumped exhaustedly to the floor. Their legs had for a moment given up on them but as soon as they were able, the men were on their feet and turning tail. The girl’s employer was safe, and somewhat unharmed. As she recovered to her feet, she thanked him and rewarded him by opening her doors and her legs as well as those of any of her girls’ to him. The emotion that he had felt was unusual but not foreign. It had pleased him—made him feel accepted. The madame didn’t seem at all intimidated by his appearance, which was unusual for a human—if she was human. She asked for his name.

The Mercos turned to head back toward the steps without a smile to convey the emotions that he had felt. He wasn’t good with such sentimental situations. He wasn’t normally a do-gooder, and though he would never admit it, it did feel nice. Before the madame could suspect that he was ignoring her, the pirated answered, “If ye wanna know me name, ye’d join me below.”

It had been his invitation. The sun-kissed beauty had his curiosity. Why had she felt so comfortable around him when others felt only fear?

Eyes were on the fish as he descended the staircase back down to the ground floor and walked over to the small lounge Dedria had originally offered him. He set down his sack before he sank into the couch, spreading his legs comfortably. The canopy offered a dim and almost sensual cover, and had spared his eyes from much light. Crossing his arms before his chest, he waited patiently for the woman to join him; however, if she had preferred it, he would join her wherever she desired.

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The madame appeared before the lounge curtains and sashayed inside. She moved smoothly, adding to the mystery she carried like a shawl. The shark’s glimmering eyes watched her as she stepped around him, but hadn’t followed her over to the seat she had taken next to him. His eyes had been on the nosy couples that had been watching them, perhaps wondering what the owner of the brothel would do with such a creature, or vice versa. Her small hand settled upon his knee, and he regarded it for a moment, hearing her question and smirking all the same. He reached over to the soft rope that had held the curtains apart and undid it. The pink fabric came together like water, granting them some privacy against the prying eyes and ears of the other patrons.

Mako sat forward to light the small table candle with the charcoal in the water pipe, and answered the mysterious lady, “I wanna know whot ye are. Yer not ‘uman. I know ‘cuz ‘umans don’t accept whot scares’em. If I be wrong, then ye’ve might ‘ave gone and changed me opinion ov’em.”

Setting the red candle upon the table, the mood was gilded in warm, golden light. Mako turned to the madame to gently trace his forefinger and thumb along the soft line of her jaw to her chin where they came together. His face was inches from her own, his eyes scrutinizing her plump lips and dark eyes. He was a big guy. He knew that he was and wasn’t going to overwhelm her. They weren’t in the proper chamber for anything…dirty. But there were more subtle ways of giving and receiving pleasure.

Since being exposed to land and the many creatures that thrived on it, he still preferred the exotic beauty of Mercurian women, but there have been other creatures that had proven equally as pleasing in their own unique way.

“I be Mako, Madame,” he answered her. “I be from a city in the sea in the tropics; I be a pirate and a slayer of sea monsters; an’ I ‘ad once been a prisoner an’ a game to the ‘umans ‘ere…”

His eyes continued to rove over her body before his hand lowered from her chin to slip beneath her robes.

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They had eventually went to a private chamber, and the thank you had been paid in full. The shark laid on his side beneath the sheets, her finger tracing circles against his pecs. His lips parted about a large grin as light laughter leaked between his teeth. Wasn’t she funny? He was mostly curious if she had enjoyed herself. He was far different from her usual clients. The Mercurian anatomy and reproductive system, he was certain, had to have been quite the new experience for her. But he wouldn’t lie.

“This whole time an’ ye only be speakin’ in riddles. I ‘aven’t gotten anywhere wit’ you, have I?” he questioned teasingly. Oh well.

Cupping her cheek, his thumb brushed some dark strands from her face before he leaned closer and left a soft, lingering kiss against her lips. The shark tossed back the sheet and slid his legs over the side of the bed. Before he adorned his clothes, she could see the dry patch of skin that had flaked down his back. He was drying up, and it was time he returned to the sea to rehydrate. Mako reached down to pick up his clothes and adorn his jacket.

“I must go,” Mako told her. “I ‘ave tasted yer blood. I know its smell and taste, an’ I know that if it’s ever shed that yer in trouble. I will come for ye.”

Standing, he drew his pants up his hips and fastened them. “Twas’ a pleasure, Madame.”

The Mercos seemed to be in a little bit of a hurry to leave. His limits were close and he had to get to water as soon as he could.

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Aja, please, call me Aja.

The shark had been just about to leave when he felt the fae’s hands upon his shoulders. The heat from her palms were feeling warmer than normal. He wasn’t adapting to their temperature due to the dehydration he was experiencing.

Will I see you again?... He felt her pillowy lips against his shoulder. Perhaps, near d’e water, so you won’t ‘ave to leave so ‘astily?

Resting his fingers over her own, Mako turned to face her, letting her hands slide from his shoulders. The shark’s dark eyes roved over the woman. Had the woman been stricken by him? The situation was odd only because he wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Aja still looked like a human to him, and his mind was registering her as one, but her blood had told him the truth. There were only a few women he had been with and they were mostly one-night stands. They had intended to be pity favors from his old captain. His captain had always called him ugly, and when the ship was merry with the spoils of a successful raid, he had forced the unyielding women to lay with him as punishment. It hadn’t been a very good one.

“I kin return t’ye ‘ere. An’ if ye find ye’self by the water, ye know ‘ow t’get a ‘old ov’ me. The world outside this house is unsafe as I’m sure ye know. If ye’d want t’meet, I’d rather meetcha’ far from here. On a beautiful island, aye? I kin take ye anywhere ye like an’ we don’t need a ship either,” he told her and kissed the pads of her fingers before he stepped back away from her. “I’ll return later for a drink, ‘ows that?”

It had been a question over his shoulder as he left her chamber. He had a feeling that she would have said yes, and hadn’t the time to get caught up in such a conversation. It was dangerous; and he would forget his urgency until the drought would drive him mad.

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Nearly halfway down the hall, Mako felt a small hand grasp his arm and he stopped, twisting at the waist to peer down at the teenaged girl from before with a grimace. She raised on her toes, eager to tell him something it seemed, and the shark lowered his ear to her lips, hearing her small whisper, Tell her…I am here.

The pitter-patter of feet sounded her swift disappearance for as soon as the shark straightened she was gone. Fast little thing…he continued to stare at the door with a contemplating frown. Had she known who he was seeing? Wasting no more time, the shark descended the stairs and left the inn with the eyes of the bothered innkeeper on his back. Time was always precious when he was on land for he never knew when he would dry out. He could only estimate.

The Brothel

The lights were out though through the window he could see candles lit on the upper floors. The whores were perhaps in bed—some alone and some with clients. Turning a golden eye over his shoulder, he swept the streets for riff-raff though he didn’t think any thief or rapist would dare break into the brothel while the Great White was visiting. After a close observation, Mako turned to the door and with a fist, knocked loud enough so that any who were inside could hear him, but quiet enough not to attract attention from the entire city.

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The dark-skinned face that peeked out at him caused a smile to curl on his lips. Her greeting was like a seductive purr perhaps well-practiced or as natural as her beauty.

Hello D’ere…Come, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming at all.

“I ‘ad t’check on a…friend,” he said it as though the word had left a bad taste in his mouth.

I was just about to take a bath, care to join me?

Her small kiss had warmed his heart. “’ow kin I refuse?”

Bath Time

Mako had been larger than her marble tub. The artisan’s didn’t make such devices for his kind, but even so, he still managed to find some comfort within it. The tub’s lengthy shape allowed him to lounge against its slanted end. The steamy, bubbly water was below his chest and hid the rest of him up to his thighs. His legs hung over the side as the fae lay comfortably against him. He loved feeling her breasts against his chest and how the lamp light made her skin glisten like bronze. He dragged a sea sponge slick with soap gently up and down her back just above the humps of her bottom, and he massaged the lather into her back muscles with his other hand, his complexion a stark contrast to her own.

The Mercos’s skin was as white as sun-bleached coral in comparison to her own but was as fresh as the first snow when damp, baring a dim, healthy glow. His eyes were like golden rings drifting in a black sea, taking in her enchanting allure. It had been her beauty that had led him to wonder if he had really been attracted to the woman or had it all been her game? A tall bottle of gin was on a stool next to the tub for them to share, and seeing as the two had been so very relaxed, they may have already shared a few.

“I said earlier that I ‘ad went to check on a friend. ‘E was not alone. ‘E ‘ad wit’im a girl, an’ she told me, ‘Tell ‘er, I am ‘ere.’ I think she somehow knew that I was seein’ ye. I don’t know ‘ow. We jus’ met an’ I ‘ave never seen the girl in me life. She was strange. This comin’ from the strangest ov’em all,” he told Aja with a smirk.

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Laying comfortably against him, Aja circled rings around his chest as his hands moved up and down her back. She knew she was enjoying this much too much, and it wasn't the activity, though it didn't hurt. She felt safe, which was odd because she hadn't needed to feel safe before, most everyone on Nassau knew she was fae and that fear alone kept most at bay, sure there were times, like before, where disbelievers wished to test their might against her hand and she would handle it appropriately, yet now, she didn't have to worry about that, not while he was around anyway.
“I said earlier that I ‘ad went to check on a friend. ‘E was not alone. ‘E ‘ad wit’im a girl, an’ she told me, ‘Tell ‘er, I am ‘ere.’ I think she somehow knew that I was seein’ ye. I don’t know ‘ow. We jus’ met an’ I ‘ave never seen the girl in me life. She was strange. This comin’ from the strangest ov’em all,”

Aja looked up at him with wide eyes. "She told you...?" She said and muttered something in a different language. "D'e girl is here? D'en I must prepare."She said and rose from the water, she looked at him and frowned before stepping out of the bath. She grabbed a red shaw and wrapped it around herself, though water clung to her hair.

"D'ere is so much to do, oh so much to do..." She said hurriedly, moving about the bathroom, looking for her clothing, which was strewn about. She paused her haste and looked at Mako, and frowned again.

"D'at girl, she be more important, more powerful d'en you can ever possibly know..." She said, slowing down.
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"She is going to change d'e world."



"That was a simplified version of the truth, but not quite. History is a key subject for us casters because we have to except all versions of the subject in order to find the truth of it. It's similar to casting our own magic. One must accept all versions, regardless of philosophy or standing, in order to truly become skilled.

"All war begins with an origin story. Decades ago their was an embargo on food from the North made against the empire of Khalidor over the issue of slavery that caused a widespread famine. The famine killed millions, gave rise to Wanhope, and created an intense hatred for their neighbor. Before you were born another famine hit that empire and instead of facing it, Wanhope ordered for the occupation of the North. The country was overran and thus began the Great War. Khalidor and its allies invaded the nations of Galapagos, Velilia, the North Atlantic states, and Valyrians. It involved twelve nations and hundreds of thousands of soldiers. The war finally ended with a change in regime within Khalidor, the new King of the North, and various treaties being formed."


Kalila nodded, taking in his lesson as she walked. "Khalidor? I've heard that name before....Khali, she is a goddess yes? Like Ishka?" Kalila asked. Ishka had many names, her father had told her once, he said that even the Fae Goddess, Anansi, may be another form of Ishka as well. Kalila needed to know more about her.



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Alexandrine was grateful for the change of subject. She didn't want to talk about Bluebeard, thought it was likely that the one Damien referred to was someone who took up the moniker, not the actual Bluebeard. It wouldn't be the first, people claimed to be the Crimson Lady, Bluebeard, Davy Jones, all the time, it was sad but true. She didn't know how many times she came to find her daughter and only to find some poor excuse for a pirate dressed up like a fool, claiming to be Bluebeard, probably was she saw Bluebeard's face. She knew it, it haunted her dreams, plagued her thoughts and Bluebeard, He knew her. He laughed in her face as he cursed her. Those fools, didn't know her from anyone else. It didn't matter, her rage took them.

She picked at her food, idly, her appetite was gone, she didn't have much of one to begin with.

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Mako frowned suspiciously when all of a sudden the fae had perked up over some child. When she rose out of the water, he felt himself mentally kick himself in the gills. The water had never felt so cold right then. The shark just sat there scowling when she went scurrying about the bathroom like a storm was coming. Whatever…

Mako grabbed for the bottle of gin and tipped it back as she went about revealing some minute information about the girl and her importance. He could barely hear her through the pumping that filled his ears from his throat muscles chugging the gin. He lowered the bottle and gasped as the cool air brought soothing relief to the fire that burned in his throat.

“Interestin’ to know, ‘cuz I don’t know shit about ‘er t’care,” the shark replied grumpily.

All that he knew was that that little girl had ruined a good bath.

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“Interestin’ to know, ‘cuz I don’t know shit about ‘er t’care,” Aja heard the tone of his voice and she looked at him and smiled. She stepped in the tub, so that he was seated in front of her between, while she sat on the rim of the tub, She gently took the bottle of gin and set it aside. "Forgive my haste," She said kissing down his temple and running her hands down his chest. "I have been waiting for d'at girl for centuries, so d'at now with her here, and self aware, I have to make certain moves for things to go as they are intended." She said and she realized that she never once saw him in any of her visions. She massaged his chest some more, and softly kissed the side of his head. Maybe he was a gift...she's been waiting for so long, maybe this is a sign that she is doing right. She was beginning to worry that she was cursed to sit on this island, watching the world go by, alone, but looking at Mako now. She was beginning to change that thought. " I still have plenty of time for you, Mi Amore."

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Aja took the bottle of gin from him and sat it back on the stool. She returned to the tub, spreading her kisses down the side of his face as she stroked her hand down his chest. She explained a little more about the girl, but it wasn’t enough to sate his curiosity. Her kisses hadn’t been enough to make him forget what he had seen. She kissed him further and massaged her hands against his chest.

I still have plenty of time for you, Mi Amore.

The shark grabbed her wrist to stop her massaging and sternly looked up at her.

“No more secrets,” he told her. “This girl ‘ad ye runnin’ about the room as though ye life woz in danger. I wanna know why ye been waitin’ for this girl. What do ye ‘afta’ do wit’ ‘er and what does she ‘afta do wit’ ye? Since I been free, I don’t ‘ave much. I don’t intend to stay around this dump ov’a city fo’ long. Bein’ a freak, I don’t ‘ave many places where I kin go. What I’m sayin’ is, if ye need me ‘elp; if ye need me to kill somebody; get ye revenge...jus’ tell me.”

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“No more secrets,” Aja jumped alittle when he snatched her wrist. “This girl ‘ad ye runnin’ about the room as though ye life woz in danger. I wanna know why ye been waitin’ for this girl. What do ye ‘afta’ do wit’ ‘er and what does she ‘afta do wit’ ye? Since I been free, I don’t ‘ave much. I don’t intend to stay around this dump ov’a city fo’ long. Bein’ a freak, I don’t ‘ave many places where I kin go. What I’m sayin’ is, if ye need me ‘elp; if ye need me to kill somebody; get ye revenge...jus’ tell me.”

Aja sighed. "Mako..." She said softly. "D'is girl..." She said and looked at him, realizing that maybe she wasn't ready for this fate anymore. "She is going to..." She paused. " She is going to free me, I've been trapped here on d'is island, unable to set foot anywhere, not even in d'e water...because of a man d'at I once knew... " She said softly. "D'e girl will lift that curse...." She said and frowned sadly. Mako was never in her vision, she never accounted for him in all this and now it was happening, and her feelings for him had begun to grow. "You see," She told him gently, "D'ere only one way to lift d'e curse."

"She'll have to kill me to do it, and so she will."



Alexandrine watched as the bandaged man seemed to calm the girl with a hand. Alexandrine pulled away and left him to it.
Kalila will be fine now. I'll take her to the ship for she has to rest now. We'll see you there."

Kalila, What a pretty name.

"Well, I assume dz'at you know her," She said looking at Damien, " She is part of your crew dz'en?" Though she could tell by the way he looked at her, there was something more there, whether he knew it or not. "Let us go, make sure dz'at she is really alright?"

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Sebastian and Damien watched in awe as the magical act went about. Damien stood when Dorian did, watching Kalila, still concerned. As the man left with her, Damien could only stare after for whatever reason.

"Well, I assume dz'at you know her," He heard distantly, "She is part of your crew dz'en?" Damien just shook his head, then took off after Dorian and Kalila. Sebastian rolls his eyes as he motions for his crew to follow. "Let us go, make sure dz'at she is really alright?"

Sebastian looked at the new girl, back at Kato who nodded in confirmation, then back at the girl. "Captain Sebastian. Damien probably already welcomed you and explained everything. We met her this morning, had a weird day with her, had her help us, we helped her, sort of, and now my brother is... well... it's rather obvious if you know what it is," Sebastian says with a shrug as they step into the dark night.

When Damien arrived at his ship, he guided Dorian to his cabin. "Here, this cabin is where she's been staying," Damien says softly, moving his sketch book onto the nightstand as he sat on Sebastian's bed. He stared at Kalila, not wanting to talk to her since she couldn't respond, but not wanting to leave her. Jarrak wasn't here. So where was he?

Sebastian, as he arrived at his ship, looked to Kato. "Think you can make two temporary be-... no, four tempor-... five temporary beds?" Sebastian asked, having to count his guests and new crew members. Kato nodded, going to gather the materials. Sebastian already knew he was sleeping on the deck that night with most of the crew. During nights such as these, a lot of the crew slept on the deck under the stars.

"Want to sleep above or below deck tonight?" Kato asked the new members as Sebastian sat on a nearby barrel to watch the action as people prepared for sleep. He would probably fall asleep after Damien came up to give a status, or before three in the morning, whichever came first oddly enough.

Damien looked back up at the bandaged man. "You know who she is don't you? Can you... I..." Damien paused in his uncertain stuttering, gathering his thoughts before plunging ahead, "Can you help her? Get rid of her goddess or allow her to speak or... or just help her get away from the miserableness?" Damien asks, his voice raising before he realized it. He had started to stand too and sat back down, his eyes never leaving Kalila.

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Mako…D’is girl… The shark listened attentively. She is going to…She is going to free me. I’ve been trapped here on d’is island, unable to set foot anywhere, not even in d’e water…because of a man d’at I once knew…D’e girl will lift that curse…

So far it hadn’t sounded as bad as she was making it. He frowned a little, waiting for her to reveal the kicker.

You se…D’ere only one way to lift d’e curse. She’ll have to kill me to do it, and so she will.

The revelation had been a kicker all right. He felt it sting his heart like ice though the Mercos’s expression was as unreadable as always. He released her wrist and turned his sights to the door as he mused over his feelings. The news had angered him, and he hadn’t understood why. The girl was a whore. He owed her nothing. But he hadn’t felt that way. He liked her, and he was certain that it was his own emotions and not any of her witchcraft. She had been the first woman in a long time who didn’t run from him or seen him as a monster. In her eyes, he was normal. She had seen him—all of him—and she hadn’t been forced to. She hadn’t been persuaded by coin. She had wanted to lay with him. Ever since he surfaced in the world of humans, nothing had ever been good for him. He was oppressed into his adult years and enslaved. He made a friend who had freed him and found a potential mate, and it seemed as though fate was trying to take all the good away from him.

“There has to be another way,” Mako finally spoke, his voice rumbling with anger. Grasping the sides of the tub, the shark abruptly rose to his feet and hissed, “I will kill her before she kills you!”

The shark brushed by her to pace the room for his clothes.

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“There has to be another way,” Mako said finally before shooting out of the bath and hissing. “I will kill her before she kills you!” Aja watched him as gathered his clothes, she stood up and gripped his arm, before turning in front of him. " Mako." She said sternly but softly. " Something is different." She said and pulled him into a deep loving kiss. "D'is vision, I had, I was alone, I was in so much pain, d'e girl, she does end my life but she does so out of mercy, not malice." She said softly, stroking the nape of his neck tenderly. " However, never in any of my visions, have I ever seen you." She said and pulled back, but still holding on to him. " Something has changed, so perhaps my fate isn't set, but if you kill d'e girl, you will set d'e balance of d'e world, She does great d'ings, She is light, she will bring peace...she must live, we must protect her." She told him and kissed his lips softly. "She is much more important d'en me."


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Mako stopped in his tracks when Aja stepped in his path with her hand upon his arm. She pulled him into a kiss and the shark eased down so that their lips could lovingly embrace each other. She then told him about her vision. She told him about how the girl would be showing her mercy, how he wasn’t in her vision, and her pleas for him not to go through with his intentions. The shark kissed her lips again and dropped his things to pull her close against him. He desired only to hold her as he tried to push her chilling premonition from his mind.

“Yer more important to me than ‘er. I don’t care what she kin do. If she’s so great why can’t she save ye? Anyone kin kill ye, but who kin really save ye? If she can’t, then I will find someone who kin. Tell me yer curse. Tell me why ye can’t leave this island.”

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"My father showed me this place when he taught me the ways of magic. Since this is only a dream, there's no actual danger, so I could use evocation spells without the actual dangers. Eventually I taught my son and among others how cast this way. One can even create their own pocket reality that bends to their will. An excellent way to try new spells." Kalila watched as people began to appear around them, Kalila cocked her head, mildly confused.

"The people here believe themselves to be real, they even have memories, however false they may be. We can make anything come to life here, it's the perfect experiment ground. It also serves as an excellent way to communicate with others across massive distances. I believe that it is night in Jeddah right now and if you like me to channel you mana, you could attempt to speak to your parents. That is if you believe you can actually do it. After all, the only reason we're here is so that you can see that reality is only limited to what you limit yourself to." He said and Kalila smiled. "Yes! Master, I want to try, I want tot speak to my mother, I miss her." She said and took a seat, cross legged in front of him. "I'm ready." She said looking up at him with wide eyes.



“Yer more important to me than ‘er. I don’t care what she kin do. If she’s so great why can’t she save ye? Anyone kin kill ye, but who kin really save ye? If she can’t, then I will find someone who kin. Tell me yer curse. Tell me why ye can’t leave this island.”

Aja sighed, and took his hand and leading him out of the bathroom and to the bed, where she pulled him to her so she could lay beside him, once comfortable in his arms, she began.

"It was a long time ago, I was living in Anansai, where all Fae live. I had been walking along the shore when a human, hair so black it looked blue, he somehow washed up in Anansai, after a ship wreck, Anansai is protected by a magical spell d'at only lets the innocent and pure of heart enter. So I only assumed d'at he was. So I pulled him ashore and nursed him back to health." She said and sighed. " I should have let him die d'at day..." She said woefully
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. "Afterward, He stayed with me, in Anansai, I kept him safe as he fell in love with d'e purity of magic in Anansai and it was d'en d'at a noticed how gifted he was in magic. He was a mage, I didn't know what d'at was at d'e time, but I was fascinated by it. I taught him all the spells d'at I knew." She looked away ashamed. "The Fae Queen of the Seelie, she found out about this, and told me to cast him out. I didn't want to leave him so I left with him...After years we traveled together, and he learned all the light magic I could teach him. I thought it was enough...but it wasn't. He started to dabbled in darker magic, and once when I'd left to gather food, I returned to find that he'd set himself on fire, believing he could heal himself wholly. He was wrong, he could heal but his skin was scaly and disfigured. I stayed with him anyway, I have a love of misfits it seems..."She said with a smile to Mako before it faded again. "He began searching for away to get his skin back the way it was, but it took years, and he began to age, his skin disfiguring even further. I didn't age at all...and he wanted that, so I let him experiment on me, but it proved fruitless, his methods just caused the change to worsen, his skin turned a sheer green, his eyes black, but that wasn't the worst of it. The failure drove him mad, he left, for days he left, and I had no idea where he'd gone, but I waited for him. When he returned, he returned with children, many of them. When I asked him what he was doing, He told me, he found it, He couldn't create youth, he had to take it and before my eyes, he pulled the youth out of the child and it restored his skin . I screamed in horror, in Anansai, innocence, it is the purest of magic, and he just pulled that magic from the child, ending his life. I couldn't believe it and he didn't seem to understand what he'd just done. He left the children with me, told me to keep and eye on them while he collected more, the spell was flawed, he could use only one child a day, and the effects were temporary. So, in the dark of the night, I grabbed the children, sent them away, on a small ship to Anansai, where they'd be safe and placed a spell that would, as the moon rose, the children he collected would all disappear to Anansai, where he could never get to them. Of course, he found out, shocked by my betrayal, I knew he loved me, and a part of him did this so that he could stay with me forever but he was a monster, I couldn't let him do this, steal the lives of children, so I told them, that he would never have enough, he could take a thousand children but he'd never have enough to heal him. In a fit of rage, He cursed me, to live on this island, I would be forced to watch the world around me change, but be unable to satisfy my curiosity by exploring it, so he left, unaware of the spell I cast on the children." She said and sighed. "It doesn't seem so bad, now, but Nassau wasn't inhabited for a long time before now. I was alone for...decades." She said looking up at him. " If I try to leave, my skin will burn and never heal." She said looked down at her foot, where a scorch mark sat. "In my vision, He will stabbed me with a cursed blade, one in which doesn't kill but the wound will never heal...but it gives the girl the distraction she'll need to finally end him, and to end my pain, she will kill me...and I will be grateful." She said. "But something has change, your presence changes this vision, and i have not received another. I must find the girl, and perhaps with our combined mana we can forsee something different." She said and kissed him sweetly. " I had been resigned to my fate, have been for centuries...until you, Mako."

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The shark allowed the fae to lead him to her bedroom and it was there that they laid together. He kept her wrapped comfortably and protectively within his strong arms and he rested his chin atop her head as he listened to her story. The tale was long about the land of the Fae, her first love, and children. So Aja had been Fae…she was immortal and yet she wasn’t with the curse her old lover had set upon her. Mako raised his head and stared at her.

“I will do everythin’ that I can to protect ye and keep that vision from ‘appenin’,” he vowed. He kissed her lips and stroked his fingers down the side of her face. “If I am not in yer premonitions, then I may be ‘ere to change yer fate. I don’t think anyone could ‘ave predicted that a freak like me would ‘ave the heart of the prettiest woman in Nassau. Fates change, love. If I can, I will try to change yers.”

Mako rested his hand upon the side of her neck, his thumb rested gently against her throat as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss. His arm firmly coiled around her, holding her as though he didn’t wish to let her go—as though she would be taken from him tomorrow or when he was gone. He rested his forehead against her own and closed his eyes as he told her: “I will do whatever ye want. If ye want to find this girl now, then we will go together. I’ve seen ‘er, but I do not know ‘er blood so I am unable to track ‘er. However, she is with a friend, and I know his blood though it is long dry now…”

His eyes cracked open, his irises gleaming like eclipses as he mused. “There be a boy wit’em. Brown ‘air, average height, not much meat on’im. ‘E ‘ad been wantin’ the girl. Somethin’ about a guardian wantin’ to kill’im. Me description of ‘umans is poor. They all look alike to me an’ taste as foul as their personality. If ye can get somethin’ outta what I told ye, then I may be able to track’em down. I’m not the only one who likes to stay close to the water.”

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“I will do everythin’ that I can to protect ye and keep that vision from ‘appenin’,” Mako said after looking down at her gently. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his fingers brushing down her face, causing her eyes to flutter, her eyes glossing with tears. “If I am not in yer premonitions, then I may be ‘ere to change yer fate. I don’t think anyone could ‘ave predicted that a freak like me would ‘ave the heart of the prettiest woman in Nassau. Fates change, love. If I can, I will try to change yers.” She smiled at him, before his hand rested on her neck, as he pulled her into a deep, loving, passionate kiss, holding her to him like he would fade away. She held to him tightly, kissing him with just as much passion, as tears crawled down her bronze cheeks.

She had accepted her fate, believing that she was the blame for all the childern's deaths that that man had caused, she accepted that her death would come with his, but now, in Mako's arms, she didn't want to die, she didn't wanted to live, right here, with him. “I will do whatever ye want. If ye want to find this girl now, then we will go together. I’ve seen ‘er, but I do not know ‘er blood so I am unable to track ‘er. However, she is with a friend, and I know his blood though it is long dry now…” He said and she nodded, after he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed, before they sprang open again.
There be a boy wit’em. Brown ‘air, average height, not much meat on’im. ‘E ‘ad been wantin’ the girl. Somethin’ about a guardian wantin’ to kill’im. Me description of ‘umans is poor. They all look alike to me an’ taste as foul as their personality. If ye can get somethin’ outta what I told ye, then I may be able to track’em down. I’m not the only one who likes to stay close to the water.”
"I will scry, d'at way, I can get a sense of where she may be." She said and smiled up at him. She kissed him deeply once more. "D'ank you, Mako," She said her lips mere inches from his, now, brushing softly against him. " You've given me d'e will to live," She said softly, before kissing him again.



"There!" He shouted in an indifferent tone. Kalila looked over at him as he lay limp on the ground. "She's here. It took nearly all the patience that I'll ever muster, but here she is." He said and she looked ahead, and just before her, sat her mother, warm sunkissed skin, midnight waves of hair, deep amber eyes. She was dressed in a nightgown, clearly having been asleep. " Mama!" Kalila cried. Her mother seemed surprised but she smiled. "Lila? My Sweet, Is that you? Are you speaking?" She asked. " Yes, Mama! I am! I am! I miss you so much." Kalila whimpered, " Oh, my sweet, I miss you too," She said softly, reaching out to touch her cheek. Kalila's eyes closed as tears trickled down her cheek. "I found a master, mama, He's teaching me to control my powers." She told her. " He brought you here, into my dreams."
"That's wonderful, Lila, When you've finished, I would love for you to bring him to Jeddah, so I can thank him properly."
"Of course, mama," She said and then blushed. "Lila? What is it?" She urged. "I met a boy..." Kalila said hiding behind her hair. Her mother smiled. " That's wonderful, Lila, I'll be sure to keep that from your father for now." She said giggling. Kalila smiled. "Where is Papa?" She asked. " Here, watching my whilst I sleep. Where's Jarrak?" She said and "Here, on the ship." She said and looked at Dorian. " Master? Did you want to say something to my mother?"

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"Puerto then, we'll go there and do work in the best way possible, then we'll come back here to wait for Dorian and Jarrack," He said and she sighed a little relived. Maybe they could avoid the vision, all together. "Come on then," Damien said and nodded, she was glad to have his hand, gloved or not. It still managed to make her heart flutter. "Let's grab something to eat, then we can shop," She nodded to him and followed along with him, holding on to his gloved hand.

She walked with him into the shoppe and smiled at the new experience, Jarrak always got her food, or she ate on the ship, she never ate in public before. She smiled at him as he chose her chair, like a gentlemen. Mother would be smiling now if she saw this. Mother always said Father was a gentlemen...when he was alone with her. Father could be so brutal when others were around, Mother said it was because he wasn't used to people and so he had a hard time trusting him.

He went to order their food and she noticed people looking at her, men, specifically. She took noticed but she didn't let it bother her. She could kill everyone in this room if she really wanted to.

She smiled up at Damien as he came back, standing protectively over her and she looked at him curiously. What did that mean? He did what Father does, when he's out with Mother.

Is Damien protecting her? Why? Did he feel the same as she did? She would have to comb through his memories later, to see for sure.

"So, Dorian... and Jarrak... I don't know when they'll be back. Can you, should you spend time away from them for a while? Like, doesn't Dorian help you control them?" He asked and Kalila sighed and grabbed her writing pad.

"I still hear them, but their quieter now, Master Dorian has taught me how to quiet them, but that's all, He's been teaching me to control my mana, I can create dream realm where I can speak normally...." She wrote and them smiled at a thought of something.

"Sleep with me, Tonight!"



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Mako’s hat was low and obscuring his face. He had noticed Kalila just as Aja had and also had noticed the other patrons in the shop eying her. A long frown stretched on his face as he thought about the trouble he might have just to either: a) get her to cooperate, or b) have a private talk with her.

“I got it,” Mako assured Aja.

When the shark rose off his stool, there were a few eyes darting to him and growing in size as they visually sized him up. Mako walked straight over to the table where the girl and, from what he understood, the same boy from before sat. He stopped before their table and slapped a large hand down upon it before he leaned down, setting his gold and black eyes mostly on Damien. He leaned down far enough so the teen could see his eyes from beneath the rim of his hat and he said plainly—it wasn’t a request, but a demand: “A lady friend of mine needs to talk to the girl. Alone.

He then told them her location so Kalila would know who and where to go in the case she decided to go meet Aja: “She’s the only pretty face at the bar.”

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Damien


Damien looked down at the notepad. I still hear them, but their quieter now, Master Dorian has taught me how to quiet them, but that's all, He's been teaching me to control my mana, I can create dream realm where I can speak normally.... He smiled and shook his head slightly in wonder. It was amazing that she had such abilities. It also was rather bad sometimes as it did restrain her.

A dream realm, eh? Well how was Damien to get to a dream realm when he had no such power as Kalila? Dorian could go because, well, he was Dorian... and he was weird. But Damien? Not as easily done. Sleep with me tonight she wrote and Damien froze slightly. "Kalila... what... can you... the dream realm?"He guessed hesitantly. He wasn't sure what else she could possibly mean since he was sure it wasn't that. He could barely touch her hand without her seeming to have be extremely focused. He shook his head in wonder again, then realized what he was doing and nodded his consent. If she could actually talk to him, even if it was just in a dream... well, that'd be great.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't even notice someone was approaching until a hand slammed onto their table. Immediately, Damien's hand went to his hip where his sword hung in it's scabbard. It was some giant guy. Damien was fairly certain he had never seen him before though he seemed to know Damien. Great. An enemy he doesn't remember making. "A lady friend of mine needs to talk to the girl. Alone." Damien was about to open his mouth to say no way, not going to happen, stand up and leave with Kalila, but wasn't fast enough as a location was stated by the guy.

"She's the only pretty face at the bar." He says making Damien's eyes dart to the bar. He knew exactly which one this guy was referring to and it was true, she was the only pretty face since she had little to no competition with the men beside her. Damien just nodded his understanding, his eyes resuming their gaze on the guy. He didn't like him, or had some other feeling towards him, but certainly not an impulse to try to be friends.

When the guy was going, Damien turned to Kalila. "You aren't going there without me," Damien states in a way that would allow no protesting. "It's the... well... It's like the red light district of Nassau... If you go there... I'm coming with you," Damien finishes. He knew she could handle herself, but he couldn't stand the thought of someone touching her in the first place. He was being slightly overprotective of the goddess containing girl, but who wouldn't be? Jarral would kill him if anything happened to her and he would never forgive himself.

"Do you know her?" Damien asks, curious now that his bout of worry had passed. He was curious about the lady too, but he certainly wasn't going to make it overly obvious by stealing glances at her every few seconds like some of the men in the room were. Damien wasn't going to be like everyone else. That wouldn't do.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: The Great White Character Portrait: Aja Pilar Akmet
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Kalila watched as Damien read her message, and his face seemed to redden. She looked at her pad and a blush came to her face as well. She sighed inwardly, then stiffened as the large man from before arrived, and as he spoke to Damien, her eyes went straight to the fae across the bar.

Kalila's eyes started to glisten, as she looked at her. She's had this vision for sometime, she was very small, a child. It was one of the first ones she had. Of her taking the life of a beautiful fae. It gave her nightmares for months.

The Fae woman's eyes locked on to hers and Kalila slowly rose from her chair, ingoring the men, unable to take her eyes off of the woman.

She was only able to hear Damien ask; ""Do you know her?" Image

Kalila's breathing quickened, she looked over quickly as Damien only to be distracted against by the Fae woman and slowly, she began to walk across the bar.

The woman turned to her with sadness and sympathy in her eyes. “Oh, no, Little One....please don’t cry.” She said but it was too late, Kalila’s tears streamed down her face as she walked up to the woman, who cupped her cheeks softly, and kissed her forehead. “Shh, Don’t cry, Little One, It’ll be alright.” She said but it didn’t stop Kalila’s tears, it did little more then make the tears fall even faster, as she lay her head on the woman’s chest.



Aja caressed the girl against her bosom, wrapping her arms around her, keeping her memories blocked from the very special young girl. She knew who this girl was; not her given name but her birth right. She was Anansi, known as Ishka to her people. The girl, she knew to be sweet, and have the weight of the world, proverbial on her lithely shoulders. She pressed a sweet kiss to the girl’s forehead. “Shhh.” She cooed, and the girl still whimpered. Aja sighed softly. “You are such a beautiful girl, a beauty like you shouldn’t cry,” She said and the girl looked up at her, her mouth moving as if she wanted to speak but was unable. She knew the girl to be a mute so Aja pressed a slender finger to the girl’s small pink lips. “ I think you’re friend would like to see you smile, He’s eyes has yet to leave you, even with me here.” She said and smiled, not meaning to sound vain but she knew what to say to the bashful girl, who blushed in response. “Come, dry your tears, you should never let a man see you cry, at least not true tears.” She said with a giggle that rang like soft bells in the distance. The girl looked up at her, and tried to smile, but it only came off as a crooked sneer. Aja smoothed the girl’s stringy hair from her face. “ That’s a good girl.” She said. “Can you tell me you name, Sweetling?” She asked her and the girl touched her lips. Aja nodded and pressed her forehead to the girls. ”Speak your name, Sweetling.” she told her, in her thoughts. The girl gasped. ”Kalila –si-Ishka” She said and Aja smiled and pulled away. “ Such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl.” She said and Kalila blushed. “Come, Kalila, let us go, we’ve a lot to do.” She said and lead her to the men. Image
Aja looked at the handsome boy and smile. Kalila seemed smitten with him as she looked at him, trying to be brief, but failing, she looked at Mako and seemed oddly unafraid but seemed curious as she gazed up at him, straining her neck to see him. “Mako, This sweet girl, is Kalila, She says hello.” She said and Kalila looked at her oddly as Aja held her round the shoulder comfortingly. She looked at the boy. “ Young man, You must be curious as to why I can speak to her, and hear her speak. It is because I am Fae, I can communicate through thought.” She said and smiled playfully ”She likes you too.” She said with a wink.