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Neviah

"I am not trying to be in people's way, but I don't want to stay here forever. So not drawing attention to myself is getting harder and harder."

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a character in “Pirates: By Blood or By Gold”, as played by Zoey26123

Description



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ImageName:
Neviah Kalista
Age:
17

Appearance:
Neviah is 5'7", blonde, and extremely tan. She is very pretty and has blue eyes that match the ocean.
Build:
Thin and nonmuscular

Where they live:
Capital of Merpeople in the Summer Ocean

What/ who they are:
Princess of Summer Ocean City


ImagePersonality:
{Passive, Defensive, Trusting, Hopeful, and Selfless}
Neviah is a very thoughtful, not wanting to be rude or mean to others and not wanting others to be rude or bad to her. She is defensive of herself and whatever she thinks and not afraid to say it no matter what. Neviah is rather passive in most violent matters, wishing to avoid them unless it involves something important. She is trusting to most people and can be easily deceived while also being hopeful. She is selfless in the way she cares more about keeping others happy though she doesn't just skip over her own wants or needs.

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History:
Neviah never really knew parents, never knew being a child and growing up at home, as she was born into a wealthy aristocrats home where she was immediately treated like a little pet that the owner could do as he pleases with. Tessa was given a small room and bed, well fed and taken care of for the aristocrats friends to see the wondrous girl in her beautiful form.

It wasn't until Neviah turned fourteen that she ever met someone she would call a friend. The young lady was sold to the governor of Jelence where she met the young man by the name of Jake. Jake was around Neviah's age and was quite intrigued in the young lady, wanting to know more about the mysterious mermaid. He befriended her and the two acted like friends, being around each other every chance they got. It was there that Neviah learned to read and write thanks to Jake and was able to speak more English. Her owner did not like the way she seemed to be getting close to his son and therefore sold her immediately to one of Nassau's brothels.

Neviah was saved by her father one night and taken to the sea where he brought her back to where she should have been born. Her mother had been caught just before giving birth, forcing the princess to go missing as her father searched everywhere for her, being the king of the summer ocean city. Once together, he cared and loved for her. She was caught one day while out at sea and sold at Nassau, leaving her no choice but to escape, find a map, and try to find her way home to an uncharted city under the sea.

Skills:Image
Singing
Running
Escaping
Hiding
Speaking
Swimming
Leading
Listening

Other:
Neviah refuses to help killers whenever she can though she doesn't always know if someone is a killer or not.

So begins...

Neviah's Story

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Damien

Kalila tapped her the side of her head in response. She noticed his gaze and met it. Why did she have to be so cryptic? It almost hurt the way she seemed to not be wanting to speak to him.

She walked toward the upper deck, and Damien followed. He walked towards Sebastian and Jarrak. Sebastian seemed to be ignoring Jarrak all together. Damien smiled slightly at this as he walked to lean over the railing, looking out at the sea, Sebastian watched him curiously, wondering if Damien would tell him what had happened.

Kalila sat on the floor in front of Jarrak's feet and lay on the wood. It was dirty and grimy but Kalila didn't care, she never did...and probably couldn't. Sebastian looked down confused and when he looked at Damien, Damien just shrugged. Not sure what he knew about this girl was good or not.

"Hey, go get some rest. Take our cabin," Damien offers, his voice void of emotion. He knew what he was doing that night. It had something to do with money and alcohol in one of the nearby taverns.

"Wait, I want my bed," Sebastian says. Damien shrugs and Sebsatian only then notices his brother's depressed appearance."What happened?" Sebastian asks softly, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. Damien just shakes his head, not wanting to talk. "Later," He whispers and Sebastian just nods, understanding.

"Take our cabin. I'm heading into town to look for something to polish my knives," Damien says as he grabs his coat from Kato before leaving the ship, storming off really.

Sebastian just shakes his head after his brother. "Really, you need the cabin after encountering Harlington. A word of advice, a lot of people who cross her die, so avoid her if you can. It'll keep your neck from being slit," Sebastian says as he offers a hand to help Kalila up. "And thanks for helping my brother," Sebastian says though he wasn't sure why he was thanking her now.

Damien walked quickly, his head down in the afternoon sun. He didn't want to be around people he knew. He just wanted to be alone and thinking and possibly fighting and possibly gambling. He headed for one of his favorite brawling places in all of Nassau. He walked in and took a seat in the corner, having a drink right away as he looked at the ring of fighters below in the dirt. One was obviously better than another, but Damien knew he could take them.

Damien finished his drink right away, then stood, taking off his boot as he walked down to the ring. "I challenge," He says as the fight finishes. He drops his boot by the outer ring and steps in. He wanted to fight, to clear his mind and this was certainly a way to do it.



Neviah

Neviah slipped through the crowd of people, trying to avoid their touch as they watched her. She looked too young to be there, she felt too young to be there, but she sure as hell wasn't getting out of there until she got what she wanted and she wanted to find a map home.

Neviah therefore had to find a better way to find a good shop. She didn't like the looks she was getting and she really didn't like the bad feeling she was having. She looked around for a place to go. She was tired and though she would love to just go below water, she didn't know what was in the sea nearby. She slipped into an alley, her loose blue dress following her slim frame as she sat down and wrapped her arms around herself.

She had no money, didn't know anyone, and didn't know how to do anything. She watched the crowd, trying to keep her eyes open as much as she could though she felt herself dozing off in her exhaustion.

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Dorian chuckled at Mako's words. The shark probably didn't know that there were dangerous things on land as well. Although there weren't very many creatures the size of Leviathans on land, they more than made up for their lack in size with sheer power. He himself had seen his fair share of fae and undead to know this. Then again when he was Mako's age, he also thought himself more powerful then all else until he was afflicted. He watched the ex-slave walk away before making his own way into town.

The streets were still busy and the bandaged man stopped at a local silk vendor. He unwrapped his thumb to feel the cloth only to find that it was in fact real silk. He bought some silk bandages and some new shoes since his were getting old. He asked the woman selling the silk if she had any Anansi silk, to which she told him of a vendor that did. Dorian thanked the woman and decided to cut across an alley way to get there.

On his way through the alley he spotted something unusual. There was a young girl in a blue dress just sleeping on the ground. The only young people he saw in Nassau were either inexperienced pirates or slaves. However he didn't see any weapons on her person or any owner around. He stood over her and nudged her shoulder with his foot to see if she would wake up.

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Neviah

Vi was woken from her sleep by being pushed slightly, or maybe she was just nudged, or even rolled over, but whatever it was, she woke up.

She woke with a start, facing a man wrapped fully in bandages. She didn't know what to do and found that her voice didn't work. She pushed herself as far as she could against the wall, trying to get away.

"Why are you bandaged?" Was the first thing out of her mouth as she didn't know what else to say. She as surprised that this was the first thing out of her mouth after a million other things had run through her head.

She looked to the opening of the alley, curious as to whether someone might come to her aid though people seemed inclined not to look in their direction for whatever reason. Vi watched the man carefully, he had weapons at his waist though she didn't see him inclined to use them as he stood over her.

She didn't feel comfortable around this man however, nor did she want to talk to him, nor anyone else here. The language was weird and she didn't like the way it rolled off her tongue and allowed air in when she could be talking below water more comfortably.

Neviah did wish that she was away, at home, or even just under water where she could be comfortable, but she had no idea where to go to get home, or even close to home. She was just happy that she had managed to avoid salt water since she had arrived here.

She knew what happened to others like her when they knew who, rather what she is. She would get sold, possibly as multiple things or even just a pet, or possibly, which was better, a gem meant for display. She hated it after having seen more than one of her friends or family members taken and killed, caught, or tortured. Some pirates even nailed mermaids to the bow of their ship in hopes of luck or even just to keep predators away, some predators believing that mermaids were just such a peaceful creature that those that interact with them must be peaceful too, even if their hands and fins are nailed into the boat.

"Any what do you want?" Vi snaps as she looks up at the man, no more so annoyed than anything else for whatever reason.

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The girl was obviously distressed and, as far as Dorian could tell, rude as well. A rude person without weapons who slept on the streets was as vulnerable in Nassau as fawn in a lion den. If a normal pirate saw her then they would have robbed her in her sleep. However, if a Khalidoran or a Fuarian who were in the city saw her then she would almost certainly have been enslaved. Those groups certainly frequent the island often, carrying slaves back to the far north. Especially after the Great War.

"The bandages are for an injury. As far as what I want...well that's not the reason I'm here. I would like know why you're sleeping in this alley. You're not dressed like a beggar, but you are certainly no pirate. Are you an escaped slave by chance or are you just a courtesan?" He asked the girl. Even if she happened to be a slave, Dorian had no intention of bringing her back.

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Neviah

Vi watched the man, wondering whether others wore bandages such as he did when he spoke. "The bandages are for an injury. As far as what I want...well that's not the reason I'm here. I would like know why you're sleeping in this alley. You're not dressed like a beggar, but you are certainly no pirate. Are you an escaped slave by chance or are you just a courtesan?"

Neviah furrowed her brow as she stared up at the man. She was none of those though he seemed to be almost insulting her at this point. A courtesan? Really? Was she really appearing that low?

"No, I'm not. Not any of those things. I'm only here because I'm looking for something and was taking a break," Vi says as she stares up at the man, confidence returning to her as she stared at him. Night was coming and she could see it. "I've been looking for a place that sells maps. Would you know of one?" Vi asks as she stares up at him.

Maybe she could trade something to a map vendor, or find a way to make just enough money to buy something. She could even dive under water to gather pearls and sell those. Those were valuable on land weren't they? She had seen them only in the fancier people's clothing.

She heard a commotion at the entrance of the alley and looked to see a group of men moving towards her. "Sir, that girl is an escaped slave, move away," The leader called as they ran. Neviah, unsure what was going on, watched only to realize what was going on. Shaking her head, she took off in the opposite direction.

As she left the entrance, she ran into a woman in a rather extravagant dress, falling to the cobblestones . "I'm so sorry," Neviah managed as she looked back at the men who had wanted her only to see them backing away upon seeing the lady in the dress.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Dorian Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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Jarrak sat by the window in the twins cabin looking out over the harbor and see, wishing he would see his homeland across the horizon. But they were far from home, half a world away, and he knew he would not touch its sands for some time yet.
"You're afraid of me..." came a small voice from the bed, Jarrak didn't turn to respond. He wasn't at all surprised that She had picked up something while she was asleep, Kalila was odd that way, knowing things she couldn't possibly have heard or known.
"Of course I am Kalila, you're a young girl with the power of a goddess you cant properly control." Jarrak said turning to her, "I fear that one day you won't be able to control it. I fear one day you won't be you anymore Kalila, the girl I watched grow up, the girl who was my friend."

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Elizabeth was positively buzzing with excitement, "Dragon eggs, real dragon eggs!" She thought as she watched the city go by the window of her carriage.
"I think I'll have a travelling dress made from the skins, Nassara," she said, gazing off into the horizon just thinking about it, "I wonder what colour the hides are? If I didn't have to check their authenticity, I think i would like to just send them off to my dressmaker and be surprised."
Nassara, as usual, did not respond, but nodded in acknowledgement. Her dazzling eyes, sparkling above her veil.
"Marcus!" she called out, "When we get home, have some tea put on, I would very much like to-" She said before cutting short as she saw something down an alleyway that caught her eye. "Marcus stop the carriage!" she said urgently and the Carriage came to an abrupt and sudden stop.
"Is everything alright Lady-" He began before she cut him off.
"Hush hush now! Stay with the Carriage, Nassara come with me." She said curtly opening the door herself and climbing down onto the street. She began walking back down the road at a steady pace, Nassara frantically trying to catch up with her Mistress.
"Nassara darling, ready your blades." She said as she walked.
They turned down an alley and ran head on into a young girl who had been running the other way, the girl Elizabeth had stopped for. The girl stammered out an apology but seemed far too preoccupied with looking behind her for what appeared to be a pursuer. Nassara's blades were at her throat in an instant as Elizabeth, with as much dignity as possible, picked herself off the muddy street and inspected herself.
"My, my, you have quite thoroughly ruined my dress," she said dusting herself off, "I have killed people for much less." She looked back up at the girl, her head cocking to one side in amusement, "But you are such an odd little thing." Elizabeth peered down the allyway past where Nassara held the girl at bladepoint, "Where did the men chasing you go I wonder? Oh well no matter. Nassara, bring her to the carriage."

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Neviah

She looked up at the masked woman, unsure what or who she was. This was the second person to be hiding their face, as if they didn't want to grace the world with their features.

There was also the other woman, the one with the knives that looked sharp and ready to be used. She couldn't possibly be a good aim with them, or could she? Neviah couldn't even judge her features with the scarf and all. She also was having difficulty what with them being held at her throat. She felt like she couldn't breath.

She herself wasn't dressed too differently as she wore a rather nice dirty dress though her face was covered in grime after having been in the alley. Her dress also wasn't large but was slim and really only large enough not to hug her body tightly. She probably looked strange being so young there with what might appear as fake innocence, though it was entirely real.

""My, my, you have quite thoroughly ruined my dress," she said dusting herself off, "I have killed people for much less." She looked down at Neviah and Neviah shivered slightly, "But you are such an odd little thing." The lady peered down the alley Neviah had just been down though Neviah was more focused on the knives at her throat.

Could she really be killed any second from now? "Where did the men chasing you go I wonder? Oh well no matter. Nassara, bring her to the carriage." The woman says looking down at Neviah. She could feel her heart racing. So many people that she didn't know very quickly were around her, worst of all, she was being taken to a carriage that held a woman who had killed people for doing less than ruining a dress like Neviah had just done by accident.

An idea struck her that this woman was probably rather wealthy to have servants that could fight and would do whatever she wanted as well as extravagant things.

A thought struck. Why were all these people taking interest in her? They didn't know did they? She didn't have anything that would give her away. Regular people didn't even know of the merpeople, did they? They just believed them to be rumors or legends usually. Could these people know?

"But-," Neviah stopped her protest as she saw the knife again, her eyes having gone to the lady. She stood and went to the carriage, not wanting to provoke the woman with the knife. She didn't like this feeling of obedience though she certainly wasn't going to be able to help it with the situation and all.

"What is it you want?" Neviah asked as she sat back, nervous and unsure what to do with her hands. She was getting nervous now, scared really. She hadn't had to face this since she had been growing up. This woman reminded her of her previous owner's wives and certainly didn't want to be in that situation again.

She watched the girl with the knives, then the lady in the dress that wasn't quite as dirty as Neviahs. It didn't seem ruined, in better condition than most ladies' clothing here in Nassau.

Maybe this woman would have maps that Neviah could look at. Then again, maybe she just wanted to keep her for a servant like this girl seemed to be...

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"I've been looking for a place that sells maps. Would you know of one?" Before Dorian could answer he heard a commotion nearby. Outside there were some men, dirty looking fellows, who seemed to be rather ticked off. "Sir, that girl is an escaped slave, move away," They said as if that had any meaning in Nassau. He reached for his pistol as they moved forward until they stopped and began to back away. Confused he turned around to see a flamboyantly dressed woman next to the escaped slave girl.

The woman obviously had money and, by the reaction of the slavers upon seeing her, power too. He wondered how she could even have that status here. If one was not fighting the only way to amass a fortune was to either form a guild, fence, or have a one time gig where everything went right. If she had a high status on the island then perhaps she knew information that flowed through the island. Perhaps she even knew where Hu was.

Dorian approached the woman, but stayed back ten feet. "My lady." He said as he gave a proper gentleman's bow, one meant for nobility more then aristocrats. He wasn't sure whether she was noble or not, but he knew much of the proper etiquette and flattery rarely hurt anyone. He turned to the ex slave girl. "I know of a Jackal near my inn who sells maps and various other goods. Although those are poorly drawn. I also have a spare one as well if you would like." He told her.

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Neviah

Neviah looked at the man a bit away. The one with the bandages was still going to talk to her even though she was being held at knife point by a crazy woman's servant and had just run from slavers.

The man approached the woman, but stayed back ten feet. "My lady." He gave a bow then looked to Neviah, surprising her. "I know of a Jackal near my inn who sells maps and various other goods. Although those are poorly drawn. I also have a spare one as well if you would like." He told her.

She doubted he had the map she needed on him and struggled for words as she stared at him, unsure what to say before stating, "Thanks, but it sounds as if they won't have the one I'd need. The place I'm looking for is scarce on most, if not nearly all maps."

She looked at the man, wondering if he would know anything about finding the specific map she needed. Did people make maps that mapped underwater? Perhaps they had stolen them from mermaids.

"Thank you though," Neviah manages honestly, she at least had a place she could try once she got away from this lady who seemed somewhat... strange? scary? Slightly not sane?

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"Thanks, but it sounds as if they won't have the one I'd need. The place I'm looking for is scarce on most, if not nearly all maps." Dorian had heard that all to many times. Everyone thought that the places they needed to find that were obscure were unknown to everyone. However, much had changed since the Great War. Countries were more connected, travel was easier, and even the Fae had come into the politics of the world. New lands were being discovered and societies were rapidly evolving. Perhaps she originated somewhere rural in Fuaria.

"If that's so then I would suggest searching by nationality. If your location is south of the Narrow Sea, ask for a Velilian vendor and pay them in coin. If it's north of the Frozen Sea go to a Khalidoran vendor and offer them jewels or magic, but do not go without a man by your side, they will not hesitate to enslave you. If you seek an underground kingdom, a sky kingdom, or an underwater kingdom, I would suggest to seek out a Fae. I've hear rumors of one on the island. Should you find one, offer it knowledge that it does not already know. Though if your searching for a map I'm doubtful that there's much they do not know. Besides that you could search for a magical guide that show you the way." He told her casually. He had been all over the world, on both faces. Seventeen nations and various tribes with undefined borders. Dorian had even weaved a complex spell to enter Anansai, a journey that took six months mortal time to complete.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Dorian Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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Damien

Damien wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt better, his head was slightly foggy, but he still felt wonderful. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the adrenaline after the fight.

Damien gathered up his winnings, gladly taking them to store away in their boat, or even one of their hiding places. They had so many so that if they ever got in trouble, or lost, they had a source of money to go to.

Slipping his boots and shirt on, Damien walked out of the tavern, his steps lopsided and uneven. He had one bottle in his hand and the bag of money in the other. He felt much better, in fact, he was ready to have another drink or two, his bottle suddenly had turned up dry after all.

Damien made his way into another tavern he knew of that held fights. He just wanted a refill on ale when he saw someone he didn't want to see. One of his old crew mates was at the counter. He felt a tug of anger at his gut and went up to him. He felt a lot of confidence even with his loopy state.

He felt the bag of money slip out of his hand and he looked up to see a stupid older man who that Damien was to drunk. Damien frowned and in his fury, drew a knife. The chatter of the tavern died down as the fights were between rounds. Damien pointed at the bag, his empty bottle now on the ground.

"Give me the bag, now, before I drive a knife in your stomach," Damien announces over the hush in the crowd. People were urging the guy to give Damien his money back, but the guy didn't know Damien and figured he could take a drunken teenager.

It was a bad mistake a he charged Damien and Damien brought the knife up to go into the man's shoulder. The men behind Damien got out of the way as Damien was pushed to the ground. The man didn't cry out in his adrenaline and Damien shoved him away.

People in the tavern were evacuating and evacuating quickly. The guy's crew apparently heard the commotion and came running in. Damien saw that everyone else in the tavern had left and the owner had disappeared leaving Damien alone as he struggled with the guy above him for control in their grapple.

The guy's crew charged him and soon enough, Damien was fighting for his life, hitting where he could and not caring where he hit them. Some blows were fatal, others stunning, and the rest just enough to hurt. Damien ran out of knives two minutes into it and took up empty jugs as well as full ones to swing at the oncoming men.

There was a yelp as the captain was hurt and the rest of the crew went to his aid, knowing they had to get him out soon if he was to live. Damien gathered up his knives as bloodied as they were, looked around despairingly at the lack of his money, then stumbling out of the tavern. He managed to make it to an alley when he felt dizzier than drinking usually made him feel.

Damien's eyes blurred and he looked down to see his shirt soaked in blood. He lifted his shirt to see that he was cut up, stabbed in the lower right area of his stomach. "Oh shit," Damien manages as he drop his shirt and begins to stumble towards his ship. As he gets closer, he sees his crew on board, the fire on the docks abandoned. He approached to see Kalila on the ground in Sebastian's arms and rushed forward, pushing through his crew.




Sebastian


She reached out again and scribbled. I Am Ishka. Sebastian whistled softly. This was going to be harder than he thought. She was hosting, or was, the goddess of life of the world. How was he going to do it?

She set the charcoal down. It was then her grey eyes turned ice white, as if blind and she began to shake violently. Sebastian stopped, staring at her and going to keep her from falling. He cradled her form as he watched her shake.

"Kato, get me bag," Sebastian shouted at Kato roughly. Kato moved immediately to grab Sebastian's medical bag, not hesitating at the sound of his captain's voice.

The rest of the crew got there and Sebastian heard a shout as someone saw Damien. Damien stumbled to Sebastian and Sebastian passed off Kalila to Damien, not noticing his soaked shirt.

Kato returned as Sebastian explained what happened to Damien rapidly. "Someone go get her guardian," Sebastian shouts a he slips a relaxing medicine into Kalila's mouth. It wouldn't hurt her, but keep her from hurting herself, taking away the thrashing and the tension though not knocking her out.




Neviah

Neviah looked down at the man, unsure why he was doing this now. He seemed like a different person outside of that alley.

If that's so then I would suggest searching by nationality. If your location is south of the Narrow Sea, ask for a Velilian vendor and pay them in coin. If it's north of the Frozen Sea go to a Khalidoran vendor and offer them jewels or magic, but do not go without a man by your side, they will not hesitate to enslave you. If you seek an underground kingdom, a sky kingdom, or an underwater kingdom, I would suggest to seek out a Fae. I've hear rumors of one on the island. Should you find one, offer it knowledge that it does not already know. Though if your searching for a map I'm doubtful that there's much they do not know. Besides that you could search for a magical guide that show you the way," He told her.

Personally, she hated the fae, but she didn't want to be any more rude than she already had been towards this man and curtly nodded. "Thank you," She says softly, her attention turning back to the lady.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Dorian Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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Elizabeth watched the conversation between the girl and the strange bandaged man cooly, "Such an interesting day im having," she mused quietly to herself, "Thank you sir for your impeccable manners, but I am afraid you must leave us ladies to go freshen up," she said with a melodramatic wave of her hand as if it were hot, "The city does make a lady most untidy." She looked sharply at Nassara, who still held the cowering girl at bladepoint, "Nassara stop being so menacing and put those blades away, then escort our guest to the carriage." She looked back at the man, "Good day to you sir." And with that she climbed into the Carriage and with a whip crack Marcus jolted the horses onwards.
Once they were underway Elizabeth turned back to their odd guest, "Such an interesting day I am having, I should go out more often," she then looked down at her now dirty and dishevelled dress, "Though the city can be quite dirty when it desires." She looked back at the girl, her expression invisible beneath her porcelain white mask, "And what would your name be child?"

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Jarrak let Kalila run out of the cabin, he didnt follow her. She would be upset, she would go and be alone for a while, but deep down she knew that she was the closest thing to family Jarrak had ever had. He remembered back to that day in the market, him sitting on a ledge above on one of the clay walls with the other street kids, looking for good marks. Merchants were usually best, fat and easy to spot, they often carried a fair amount on them for pickpockets like himself. hough sometimes they had bodyguards, and they weren't always obvious. He had seen other kids who had been caught by a disguised bodyguard, the usual punishment for thievery was dismembered hand, he knew of kids who had gotten much worse. Another good target was women, usually merchants wives, or...
"Pregnant." he said under his breath as he watched a woman pick her way through the crowd. They were good marks because they couldn't give chase and often would give in to simple intimidation. Not from a child though. He slipped off the wall and melted into the crowd, nearing the woman who was clearly near to full term. He bumped into her nonchalantly, pretending he had just been running past, his hands expertly pilfering a jeweled bracelet from her wrist. He turned to speed off but suddenly found himself spinning backwards as something hard and metal careened into his face. He flew back and tumbled along the ground, dazed from the blow to the head. He felt someone grab him by the shoulder and roll him over, His vision spun as he looked up at the terrifying form of his capturer. Silhouetted against the sun, a mane of black hair and a dark mask obscured the mans face bar for a pair of merciless slate grey eyes. His left hand was a blade tipped claw and in his right was a large forward curving, scythe like blade. Jarrak couldn't move, he was rooted to the spot in absolute terror. This man wouldn't just take a hand, he would kill him, hack him to pieces with his curved sword and use his bones as ornaments. The man raised his blade and Jarrak screwed his eyes shut in anticipation, he didnt want to see the blade-.
"Da'Karro!" a woman's voice rang out in the crowd, he cracked open his eyes again to see the pregnant woman standing before the man, her hand held out and holding his sword hand high, "He is a child."
"He is a thief." The man growled darkly.
"And you were a slave. You did what you had to to survive. This boy is doing nothing different."
Jarrak stared up at the woman, he could see now she wasn't from Jeddah, she wore Jeddian clothes to keep the harsh sun off her skin but she was pale and her accent was strange. She wasnt from anywhere near Jeddah.
"Ishka would want you to save this boy, like your priestess saved you." She said, and man reluctantly lowered his sword. The woman turned to Jarrak and knelt down to where he lay, "Hello, my name is Scarlet, a pleasure to meet you."
Then Jarrak passed out.

A sudden commotion on deck brought JArrak out of his reverie, He could hear the telltale voice of one of the twins yelling, "Kalila..." Jarrak muttered and scrambled up to the deck, barging past a pirate who had apparently been sent to fetch him. He ran up onto the deck to seem Kalila out cold in Sebastians arms. "Dont touch her!" He screamed at the boy as he barrelled across the deck, he shouldnt have left her alone, he shouldnt have let her out of his sight, her father would have had him killed for such oversight, he had grown lazy without the fear of repurcussions. "I said dont touch her!" Jarrak yelled pulling Kalila out of Sebastians arms and crouching down to the deck with her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other against her face, trying to sooth her as she convulsed, " Its alright Kalila, you're alright, listen to me, listen to my voice. Its all going to be alright, we'll get through this, you're going to be ok."

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Elizabeth watched the conversation between Neviah and the strange bandaged man, "Thank you sir for your impeccable manners, but I am afraid you must leave us ladies to go freshen up," she said with a melodramatic wave of her hand as if it were hot, "The city does make a lady most untidy."

She looked sharply at Nassara, who really was getting rather frustrated with the lady. "Nassara stop being so menacing and put those blades away, then escort our guest to the carriage." She looked back at the man, "Good day to you sir." And with that she climbed into the Carriage and with a whip crack Marcus jolted the horses onward. So the girl with the knives was called Nassara.

Once they were underway Elizabeth turned back to Neviah who was watching the town out the window, "Such an interesting day I am having, I should go out more often," she then looked down at her now dirty and disheveled dress, "Though the city can be quite dirty when it desires."

She looked back up at Neviah who felt rather uncomfortable around the lady. Neviah couldn't read her expression under the lady's mask and it was unnerving. "And what would your name be child?" The lady asked as if this was a totally normal encounter.

Neviah hesitated, looking down at her hands in her dirtied dress, her fingers playing with the uncommon fabric. "Neviah," Neviah says softly, looking back out the window. She didn't want to look at this lady, the mask making her uncertain about whether this lady was good or not, like that bandaged man appeared to be.

Neviah looked over at Nassara, then back at the lady who seemed to be in charge. "Do you live here in the city?" Neviah asked, curious considering the lady seemed to not like the dirtiness. How could she live in such a pirate town?




Damien & Sebastian

"Dont touch her!" The scream came hollering across the deck. "I said dont touch her!" Jarrak yelled pulling Kalila out of Damien's arms and crouching down to the deck with her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other against her face.

" Its alright Kalila, you're alright, listen to me, listen to my voice. Its all going to be alright, we'll get through this, you're going to be ok." Damien, his vision becoming unfocused, his hand holding his stomach.

"Hey, Sebastian, I need... I need some blood," Damien managed, being serious though Sebastian shook his head, watching Kalila worriedly before he caught the slight slur of Damien's word.

Looking over, he saw his brother's hand coated in blood. "What did you do?" Sebastian demanded as he got a bandage to hold over his brother's stomach. Damien shook his head. "Someone stole the money I earned," Damien whispered defeated.

Sebastian slapped his brother, hard. "We don't need it anymore... We have enough we can use," Sebastian demands, angry that his brother fought to defend money.

"Just... just in case," He managed breathing tiredly. As Sebastian began to bandage his brother, he heard Kalila speak.

"Men are going to take me away..." She sais softly. "You all have to let them... you'll die if you don't." She said making Sebastian feel sick to his stomach.

"Like hell we'll let them" Damien says, beating Sebastian to it. "Idiot, you're going below deck where you can rest," Sebastian says.

"Kalila, who's coming?" Sebastian asks as Kato takes Damien with the rest of the crew to the hold where they would protect him from whoever these men were that were coming for Kalila. At least he could be there to help see who it was and if he could help Jarrak, even if Jarrak was a jerk.

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"Men are going to take me away..." Kalila said softly. "You all have to let them... you'll die if you don't." Jarrak shook his head but Damien beat him to speaking.
"Like hell we'll let them" Damien says, speaking Jarraks mind.
"Idiot, you're going below deck where you can rest," Sebastian said in response, ushering away his brother, before turning back to Kalila and Jarrak, "Kalila, who's coming?"
"I wont let them take you Kalila, I wont." Jarrak said, holding her tight.

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"Neviah," the girl said looking out the window with a lost expression, "Do you live here in the city?"
"Heavens no my dear," Elizabeth said examining her mask in a pocket mirror, "I live in my estate on the outskirts of the city, its quieter there." She put down the mirror and stared intently at the young girl, "Now, what is a pretty little girl like you, in a lovely dress like that, doing in a gutter in a filthy city looking for a map?" she leaned forward and cocked her head, "I like interesting things, and you are intriguing."

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Damien & Sebastian

Damien struggled for a little bit before he realized he had no chance of getting free. He was being held by Kato after all. Both his legs were off the ground too. Blood was pooling at his stomach and he felt dizzy.

"Hey, you don't have to carry me all the way," Damien says, annoyed slightly. He relented, giving up and not really caring anymore. He couldn't walk. He knew that. Kato knew that. Even their youngest knew that. He probably couldn't even stand. They needed to get something to help with the bleeding, and soon if he was going to stay awake in he near future.

Damien watched Jarrak. He had blood all over himself and it felt horrible. "Jarrak, do you think you can carry Kalila? If you can get her to the crows nest they shouldn't be able to find her," Sebastian says as he goes to put out the fire on the docks. He jumped off the ship, tossing a nearby bucket of water onto the flame and putting the three in total darkness except for the stars and moon.
(Now would be a good time to grab Sebastian)


Neviah

Neviah looked back at the lady as she spoke. "Heavens no my dear," The lady said examining her mask in a pocket mirror, "I live in my estate on the outskirts of the city, its quieter there." She put down the mirror and stared intently at the young girl, "Now, what is a pretty little girl like you, in a lovely dress like that, doing in a gutter in a filthy city looking for a map?" she leaned forward and cocked her head, "I like interesting things, and you are intriguing."

Neviah fiddled with her fingers slightly. She looked the lady in the eyes, unsure what to say for a moment before she spoke up. "I'm, you see... I'm lost. I'm trying to get back to my country but I don't know where it is. It's a really long story, but I am really not that interesting," Neviah says shaking her head as she tries to calm her nerves. She as able to sound not scared, but she knew she probably looked anxious, nervous, but it was more because she felt she was loosing time.

If she got touched by any salt water, even a stream, she wouldn't be able to help herself. She would fall, she wouldn't get up by herself until she's was entirely dry. She just hoped this woman's kindness didn't continue when they reached her house, if that's where they were going.

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The light was doused and Jarrak cursed, Kalila slipped from his grasp and he was blind.
"You idiot!" he cried at Sebastian, frantically peering around for his lost ward, "She cans see in the dark!"
Damien made a noise then said something quietly and Jarrak lunged towards the twin but must have missed Kalila because all he collided with was Damien.
"Where did she go?!" He said urgently, shaking the twins shoulders, "Where did she go?!"

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"I'm, you see... I'm lost. I'm trying to get back to my country but I don't know where it is. It's a really long story, but I am really not that interesting,"
"Lost and looking a for a country not on regular maps..." Elizabeth said as they made their way out of the clutter of the city and onto the winding jungle pth that led to her estate, "I thought you were interesting, and to not know where it is when you have clearly made your way from it. You my dear are very intriguing..."
They rounded a corner and Elizabeths estate, lit up by lamps and and fiery braziers loomed in the dark like a dark haunted house, "Home sweet home." Elizabeth said sweetly as they approached the gate.
Something caught her eye and a man with a lantern and horse stood outside her Estate, apparently waiting for her arrival.
The carriage stopped beside him and Elizabeth pulled back a blind and leaned out at him, "Who, may I ask, are you who waits outside my gate like the call of death?"

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Damien

Damien looked off in the direction he thought she went, seeing her silhouette in the darkness. "No one is stronger than I am," She had said. Sure she was a princess and sure she had a goddess living in her, but even the gods couldn't control fate all the time, and this worried Damien.

As he was about to led into the hold, he was grabbed. Jarrak was frantic as he shook Damien, only helping with his dizziness. "She'll be fine you idiot. Stop worrying about your head and worry about her for once. No man in Nassau can hurt her at this rate, all the really scary people are away at sea or right under your nose," Damien managed, angry at Jarrak.

Kato, who was none too pleased that Jarrak had stolen his own ward, separated the two, lifting Damien entirely by himself as he dragged him down to the hold. "Watch for the moon," Damien whispered as he was carried off. He wondered if Jarrak would listen to him and watch the streets for moonlit shadows, or if he would be too dull to even realize what that meant.

Damien felt his stomach through the rip in his shirt. It as healed, it was wet from all the blood and there was a bump that was certainly a scar, but it was healed. In reality though, that wasn't what he was most aware of. Kalila had been so close, even if she only did it because of her goddess, Damien had been so close. Damien shook his head. She didn't think this way and probably regretted it. Besides... a princess... Even if she did like him in any way, if he was seen with her by her father, he'd be hung the next day.



Neviah

Neviah watched the world around them outside the carriage change from city to jungle in a way. It was amazing to not hear all the rowdy pirates and people of the city anymore and instead the quiet chirping of crickets which she had never heard before so loud.

"I thought you were interesting, and to not know where it is when you have clearly made your way from it. You my dear are very intriguing," The Lady said. Neviah shook her head slightly. She hadn't come from the city. She had been taken and was only here because she had been brought here to be sold though they couldn't get the price they wanted before she escaped.

Before her appeared a magnificent palace like place. It was the nicest she'd seen on Nassau yet. "Home sweet home," She said in a way that made Neviah curious. She had never heard that saying before. Neviah was too preoccupied to notice the man standing at the front of the estate. When they stopped for the lady to speak to him, Neviah just watched from where she was inside, curious but uncertain what to do.

Would the inside of the house be as exquisite as the outside? She hoped so while at the same time hoping not. Maybe this lady just wanted to talk, then send Neviah off to walk back to the city on foot. Or maybe she just wanted to chat and be hospitable. Both ideas sounded nice while sounding bad at the same time.

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((Ehe... Adir has no horse, Zeph. He sprinted the whole way to the gate. Just a tiny example of his endurance ^^; ))

Adir finally saw the carriage arrive. It was night time, by then. He waited the whole time. During the wait, he figured out what to say. Unphased by Elizabeth's ominous query, he bowed his head with his fist at his chest, "I am Adir Ancariis, one of two of the rumored Ancariis Brothers. I am not sure if you have heard of my demon-slaying adventures, but there is some truth to what they say. I have come here on a matter of business. You see, my most hated foe, Cassius the Incubus, frequently disappears whenever I have the upper hand, and reading more on him indicates that where he disappears is to a place where tea leaves are currency. As such, I have come to purchase a bag of them to use on my journey. I have the needed coins with me. Should it be necessary, I can do manual labor to pay off whatever is leftover of the price."




Benyamin was back on his ship with his crew, preparing for the journey to Larshrael, where he would retrace the steps now that he knows the true identity of Jeremiaem. The map he drew in detail included the new information he had acquired from his conversation with Aja and his thoughts resulting from it. From Larshrael, there were three possible places where the Shield of Davar could have been hidden. If none of those places had the real shield, Benyamin reasoned, then they may at least hold even more clues as to the shield's whereabouts. I certainly hope Adir is not causing trouble. He has a knack for that, being the hothead he is. Still, he ahs managed to stay alive, so far, and all of the trouble in Nassau he caused has been minor and not worth noting. He needs to keep it that way.

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Jarrak glared at the twins, their ignorance, although not their fault, irritating him greatly, "I'm not worried about other people hurting her you ass. I'm not here to protect Kalila from others I'm here to protect her from herself."
He turned and made his way through the starlit night across the deck to the gangplank, and began to descend into the city. He didn't care who was coming for Kalila his place was at her side, and he didn't care what happened to the bastard twins either, "I'm going to look for her. If I never see you twits again it will be too soon."
He ran down the gangplank and off into the winding streets of the city, trying in vain to find one shining holy needle in a pile of rotten filth.

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"I am Adir Ancariis, one of two of the rumored Ancariis Brothers. I am not sure if you have heard of my demon-slaying adventures, but there is some truth to what they say. I have come here on a matter of business. You see, my most hated foe, Cassius the Incubus, frequently disappears whenever I have the upper hand, and reading more on him indicates that where he disappears is to a place where tea leaves are currency. As such, I have come to purchase a bag of them to use on my journey. I have the needed coins with me. Should it be necessary, I can do manual labor to pay off whatever is leftover of the price."
Elizabeth looked with great interest at the strange man, Adir, that stood upon the entrance to her gate, a demon slayer, if you believed in such things. Elizabeth was not a religious woman, though her desires for the strange and wonderful had led her to encounter many strange people, items and creatures. Her mind was more than open to the idea, and the thought she found intriguing.
"Well Mr Ancariis, the night grows late, and I am in no mood for business this day. However..." she looked the man up and down with hungry eyes, "For such a fine specimen as yourself, I would be more than willing to do business in the morning. Please come inside for the night is late and a storm is coming. Stay at my Estate this night and we shall broker a deal in the morning."
"My my," she thought, "I am having so many guests tonight, it must be my lucky day."

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Sebastian

Sebastian was on the boardwalk, taking off at a run when he was knocked aside by something. He tumbled over the side, crashing into the black water and sputtering. He swam towards the nearby dock to grab a rope hanging down, pulling himself up. He was having a bad day. He had been threatened, had a gun at his head, nearly lost his brother twice, and was now soaking wet after being told he'd die if he didn't let someone steal away Kalila... It was a weird day too when he thought about it.

Shaking his head, Sebastian climbed out and was nearly pushed back in by Jarrak as the man rushed by. He was going to look for Kalila, in a city of thieves and drunks that he knew nothing about. He was also probably going to die by morning at that rate.

Sebastian followed Jarrak, staying far back enough that the man couldn't see him or detect he was following. He was behind him when he heard a faint distress. He looked down an alley to find men laying, dead and or bleeding. Sebastian shakes his head. Great, the city had another guy who thought he couldn't get beaten and can kill who he wanted to.

Sebastian noticed a line of blood leading away and abandoned following Jarrak to follow the blood trail. As he followed it, he saw it growing thinner and thinner, as if the bleeder was healed quickly, like Kalila had done to Damien. He saw it lead to the general direction of an inn and entered.

"Excuse me, would you by chance have seen a girl about my age?" Sebastian asks as he leans on the counter, not caring about his soaked form.

"Looking for your girlfriend are ya?" He asks with a smirk. Sebastian rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "The day I get a girlfriend will be the day my brother gets manners, never," Sebastian says before looking the man in the eye, "Now, did you or did you not see a girl my age come here?"

The man catches Sebastian's dangerous tone and nods, pointing upstairs. "Up there," He says softly and Sebastian nods, slipping the man a silver coin.

He climbs the stairs only to see light coming from a doorway that appeared to not have it's door closed. Sebastian smiled and walked up next to it, hearing talking, he listened in, wondering if he would hear Kalila. He didn't and is surprised him, but he did hear other voices that interested him and made him listen in.

"She is young. Younger than any of my own children. But she isn't year for pleasure. She has valuable information that I need. Information that I have scoured the globe for. I just killed four men and took a bullet for her so I'm not going to leave this room until I get my dues," One voice said. Sebastian nearly sighed in relief, at least they wouldn't touch her and get him in trouble with Jarrak. He had to not touch her either after everything she said, or wrote.

One voice, the same voice, offered wine to someone. Possibly Kalila? He didn't bother looking or trying, just waiting to see if she would answer.



Neviah

Neviah watched as a man claiming to be a demon hunter asked to do business. He didn't say the lady's name and Neviah still wasn't sure what it was. She looked down at the ground as the lady said a storm was coming. That was bad. If Neviah was outside, she would surely be given away. She didn't have anywhere else to go but inside this lady's house.

When the door was open, Neviah waited patiently for the lady to exit first. She didn't want to seem impolite or rude or make it sound like she didn't like, wanted to hurt, or wanted to be mean to this lady, that might mean knives from her friend again.

She looked up at the estate, then down at her raggedy look. She was dressed nicely and the dress wasn't too dirty, worse than the lady's but not too bad. She could feel grime on her face however and it wasn't something she liked.

As she looked up at the man who wanted to do business, she noticed he was rather nice looking. The lady would probably take an interest in him. He looked a good bit older than Neviah herself so it surprised her that he could be a demon hunter, not because of his age, but because of his experience. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young. Didn't you need to be older.

She hoped that he didn't take her as a demon if he knew she was a mermaid. Some mermaids acted demonic and were treated such though she wasn't in any way. She just changed in her legs. That was all, nothing major. He probably wouldn't think anything of it other than she isn't normal.

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Theo watched the people around them for an hour. At last, he turned to Alexandrine and spoke, "There is a pair of captains who are decent as far as pirates go. What do you know of Captain Damien and Captain Sebastian?"

Alexandrine looked over at him. "No, not farmilar, but I rarely run wit' a crew," She said. "Jump from ship to ship, if only to get closer to where I need to be." She said. "Who are dz'ey?"

"They have a reputation for being... odd. From what I heard, they're quite good chaps, unusual for a couple of pirate captains. For one thing, they aren't looking to screw each other over. If there is anyone we can expect a decent deal from, it'd be them," Theo told the girl with a small grin as he took a sip out of his mug.

"Also, I hear they are quite chivalrous without looking to get some booty. Either kind," he added with a laugh at his own joke.

Alexadrine cut her eyes at him for his joke. "Clever." She said and drank the last of her grog.

"You wouldn't happened to know where these two are, would you?" She asked, adjusting her hood. "It's getting late, they're probably down for the night,"

"You haven't been to this port for long, have you?" he asked with a grin as he finished the rest of his drink, "It's easy to find someone here if you know how to look."

Alexandrine merely shrugged. "Well dz'en, we'd better start looking." She said and stood up from her seat, "Where do we start?" She said after placing down payment for her drinks.

"We goto the streets and ask around for a pair of brothers in the company of maidens far above them," he told her with a grin as he motioned her to follow him out onto the streets, "If the rumors are true, one of them is a romantic."

Alexandrine shook her head. "Terrific." She said with a huff and walked along with him. "Just what we need" She said rolled her shoulders. "Let's start at the docks."

"Oh, don't think like that," he teased as he headed for the door. He raised an eyebrow as he practically ran into his quarry. He frowned slightly. This was too easy. Were the gods playing tricks on him. Nonetheless, he smiled at the group before him.

"Captain Damien? Or is it Sebastian?"

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Adir heard the answer he needed to. Lady Harlington reasoned it was too late for business for the night, yet if he stayed, they could broker a deal in the morning. "Of, course, Lady Harlington."

Inside the estate, he waited until given permission to take off and polish the armor he had over his attire. He and his equipment went through many battles against demons. Speaking of which, he noticed there was something odd about one of the other women. He first noticed that there was a shift in her legs. Could she have been a mermaid? It did not matter to him. Unless he actually saw a merperson cause harm, he would not strike one. Actual demons, on the other hand, he would.

Of course, he stuck with the group before given their temporary quarters. It has been a busy day, and he had to admit, he could use the rest. That is, of course, if everyone would let him. The thing about demon slayers is, they never knew when a demon could conduct a surprise attack in retaliation.

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Nassaras silent footsteps glided over the heavy carpeted floor of the manor, her robes flowing around her like jet silk, the breakfast laden tray she carried with her not making a sound as she noiselessly entered her mistresses chambers. The room was dark, heavy drapes on the windows obscuring the fact that the sun had been up for hours already. Nassara expertly navigated her way through the gloom to the small table at her ladies bedside, placing the tray delicately on its top before moving to the large, covered windows. The drapes were pulled aside and golden morning sunlight beamed in through the gap, the room growing brighter as Nassara tied them back with heavy cloth rope and moved on to the next window. The storm had blow over in the night and left nothing but the smell of rain and a fine mist of evaporating water in the morning light. Soon the room was bursting with glorious morning sunshine but her mistress's bed was still cloaked in shadows. The only barely translucent veils hanging from her four poster bed hid all but the vague outline of someone already sitting up in bed. Nassara finished her work and proceeded to the door when a soft voice from the bed stopped her.
"Nassara." Lady Elizabeth said, hidden from view in the veils of her bed, the voice disturbingly deadpan and toneless, somehow even more terrifying than her usual melodramatic extravagance. "See to it our guests are both served breakfast in their quarters. Especially the girl. I don't want Marcus to scare her. Tell him to have my regular morning tea ready in an hour and that I want a sample of all of them present for our young demon hunter to decide on," There was a slight pause as if she thought to say something else, but decided against it, "That is all, off you go."
Nassara nodded even though she was still unsure if her Lady could see her, though she had an odd feeling that Elizabeth could always tell exactly where she was. She turned and walked out of the room

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The kitchen had anticipated the guests presence and cooked appropriately, Nassara had collected their meals almost immediately and took them to the floor where the two guests were staying. She didn't like the man, he seemed far too proud of himself, so sure that he was in control of the situation and could do as he pleased, it was a trait held by pirates, and she wasn't convinced he wasnt one. She put his tray down out the front of his door and rapped on it smartling before proceeding down the corridor. She had left a note on his tray indicating when her mistress wished to see him on the balcony, and left the means of finding the balcony up to him. She arrived at the women's, no, the girls door, and knocked on it softly, before quietly opening the door and heading inside.

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Morning came and Jarrak was cold, wet, tired and fruitless in his search for Kalila. He was also very, very angry. The bars had closed but the stores were only just starting to open and the smell of freshly baked bread and fish caught in the night being hauled in for sale was heavy in the morning air. it suddenly became very apparent he had not eaten since midday the day before, and he quickly bought some bread and dried fish and continued down the road. As he tore into his makeshift breakfast, he hoped that such a depressing meal would not be his last. To say that Kalilas father would be angry with him was like calling a hurricane a gentle breeze. Ever since he had entered the Misantries service Queen Clara had always kept him safe from the worst of her husbands terrible, and often unpredictable, fury, but something told him that if he lost Kalila, the Queen would be less than forgiving. He slowly made his way back to the Lucifers Angel dreading the idea that she had not returned in the night. He could run away, maybe, disappear, become a pirate like the Queens Aunt, Robyn Sheva. But he knew it would never last. Da'Karro Misantri would hunt him to the end of the earth, defy death and time itself to kill Jarrak. The man was a loving father and husband, but little few saw the terrible insanity that lurked behind his cold grey eyes, the reason he was once known as the Beast of the Harbinger. If he had lost Kalila then his life was over. He could only hope she was back at the ship.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Neviah


Neviah had been taken to a nice bedroom that had the bed concealed behind curtains. She had wandered the room for a while before just slipping into bed, exhaustion taking over. She had slept a dreamless sleep though it had been restless and she kept waking up at every noise in the night.

When the girl with the scarves came in with food, Neviah had been sitting up to get out of bed, but paused. She watched the girl in scarves, her eyes questioning. "What's your name?" Neviah asked, wanting to at least learn some of the names around the place. She knew lady harlington's just because of her introduction, but Neviah couldn't recall hearing this girl, or lady's name.

She was suddenly aware of how dirty she was. She had done nothing more last night than climb into bed, wanting to end the day faster than it had come. She felt wrong in the clean bed when she herself was not and probably made the entire thing dirty. Neviah watched the girl, maybe she could show Neviah where she could bathe or get cleaned up. That would be nice at the very least.

Sebastian


Sebastian had dozed off on his barrel leaning against the wall instead of on a sleeping mat. He didn't wake up first, why should he? He had a crew that could wake up and do what they needed to when they needed to so that he didn't have to.

Kato was just beginning to get things for breakfast ready when he spotted Jarrak. "Hey, where were you last night? Sent the captains on a chase looking for the charge you lost," Kato asks rather confused as to why his captains even bothered helping this man out when he was so rude to them. It wouldn't surprise Kato one bit if Jarrak came up and knocked Sebastian into the water just for the sake of irritating the young captain.

When Jarrak's response came, Kato shrugged and pointed at Sebastian who was still dozing. "Go see Sebastian, but don't wake him if you want to be keeping him from getting angry," Kato says. He continued with making the meal for the crew while everyone else continued their morning tasks. Even the youngest was mopping up the deck, rather happy Sebastian had slept on a barrel so he wouldn't have to wait for the captain to wake up to finish the job, he could do it all at once.

Sebastian had told everyone else to let the new people sleep since they were off to the side and wouldn't be in anyone's way, that is, if they wanted to sleep in. He really didn't care at this point and was content sleeping in the awkward position he was in.

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"Hey, where were you last night? Sent the captains on a chase looking for the charge you lost," Kato said as Jarrak arrived on the ship, causing him to scowl at the large man.
"I wouldnt have lost her if not for your idiot Captains. I take it you found her then." He said, not letting the man see how much relief the knowledge brought him.
Kato shrugged and pointed at Sebastian who was dozing nearby "Go see Sebastian, but don't wake him if you want to be keeping him from getting angry."
"Do I look like I care about your precious Captains nap?" He said, walking off towards Sebastian, "Hey, asshole, guessing im not the only one who didnt get any sleep last night!"

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"What's your name?"
The girl asked as Nassara put the tray down gently on the table and moved to open the curtains. She didn't reply. She couldn't really, not anymore. An unfortunate reason why she found it hard to not come across as cold or indignant.