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Theia Raerithsu

Music is my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness

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a character in “Varra: Thrills of the Seas”, as played by Sylwyn

Description



₪ Basics ₪



|Full Name| Theia Raerithsu Female |Gender|

|Nicknames| (Tea,) 21 |Age|

|Alias| Talon Cogni |Species|



₪ Physical Appearance ₪



Image

|Ethnic Appearance|
With deep amber eyes and a fair-skinned, olive complexion, Theia's soft, dark features and profile are reminiscent of ancestors who might have once dwelt deep in the heart of one of Varra's many islands.

|Height| 5’3” (160cm)
|Weight| 120lbs (54kg)

|Scar Tissue|
A scar across the left side of her face where a pirate cut her with his dagger.

|Tattoos|
A lunar tribal tattoo across her lower back.



₪ Psychological Evaluation ₪



|Personality|
An empath with selfless, idealistic views despite her past, she cannot stand injustice, and remains unfalteringly loyal and affectionate to the people she loves, and will seldom hesitate to help or give in any way she can, even at her own expense. She is cold to those who do not know her, unforgiving to foes and those who break her trust, but always compassionate and sensitive to the needs of others.

Theia unabashedly flaunts her curves, as in, “she’s gorgeous, and knows it,” whether or not she is performing, and her flair for strutting her stuff shows in almost everything she does. Still, despite her sometimes forced confidence, she has deep-rooted insecurities because of her scar, due to almost ten years of being picked on by her peers and overlooked or avoided for her “disfigurement.” Though she does her best to feign lack of concern, behind her extroverted demeanor is a wound that quite literally never healed. She usually keeps her hair in front of her face to conceal it, and though she has grown more comfortable among crew members, she will wear a partial mask covering the left side of her face during shore leave and missions to avoid both stares and being recognized by possible affiliates of the rogue captain who scarred her.

A lover of the finer things in life, she takes after her mother with a keen interest in literature, music and virtually any art form, and has her father's adventurous streak. She is terrified of thunderstorms, especially out on the open sea, and even more afraid of losing the people in her life to whom she is closest.



₪ General Equipment ₪



|Weaponry|
|Composite Bow|
A bow fitted with wicked barbs between the upper and lower draw bolts for close encounters. Theia prefers using barb-tipped arrows if she has the resources.

|Revolver|
A single-action six-shooter that once belonged to her father. She keeps this sidearm nearby and/or on her person at all times.

|Balisong Knife|
A knife she earned in a fight on the island and has kept with her ever since. She will use this to cut down any enemy that gets too close. She always keeps the knife tucked into the folds of her skirts or inside of a boot.


|Attire|
Theia prefers loose, nonrestrictive clothing from long skirts to billowy blouses of varying colors, and buys much of her clothing from markets she frequents in her travels. She will wear boots most when she can't go barefoot, but she detests shoes because, "They are heavy and make too much noise," and, "Who needs them anyway," and will often make a point of wandering ships and shores sans shoes if she can get away with it.



₪ Abilities & Talents ₪



|Gemaret Gift|
Theia is a Controller with the ability to wield the element Aether. Controllers attuned to the presence of this dark matter may use this gift to manipulate the element more commonly known as "dark space," or "negative energy," into affecting physical matter. This can be done by any number of ways, including creating small rifts in the fabric of space-time and teleporting or "telekinetically" moving objects, apparent, at least, to the unaided eye. Aether-wielders cannot directly affect physical matter in this manner; in a sense, they merely perceive the "dark aura" around an object and do one of two things: shift the dark matter itself to act upon the object, or, in the case of teleporting an object, sense the negative space, essentially "what isn't," around where they wish the object to be, and will "what is," (i.e., the object) to be there.

|Natural Talents|
[Peacekeeper] – Taking an impartial, unbiased stance when dealing with others’ personal problems has always been a major part of her life. She strongly desires to help people, and frequently finds herself the go-to for advice, mediation or a shoulder to cry on, even simply an ear to listen.

[Survivalist] – No matter how tough life gets, she can, will and has always “made it happen.” From keeping food in her stomach to journeying clear across the world, she lets nothing stand in her way. By sheer luck or the drive to live, Theia has made it this far and sees no reason to quit now.

[Jack of Trades] – An experienced wanderer, Theia has picked up several tidbits of information and knowledge in her travels, and is smart and determined enough to figure out most things and do them well enough to get by.


|Learned Skills|
[Bard] - Her love of adventure and entertaining coupled with her knack for budgeting has found her in some of the strangest situations for drawing crowds and make money. She has a passion for weaving tales through story, song and dance, and has little problem charming and persuading others.

[Mercenary] – Her life at sea and on the road have shaped her future in making a decent living collecting bounties on pirates and other baddies, and doing the odd job here and there when she thinks she could use the extra coin.

[Haggler] – Even as a child, Theia paid close attention to how her parents handled transactions and money, and picked up enough to keep an eye out for the best bargains and learned tricks and tips across various cultures on how to barter for even better deals, and finds it easy to talk circles around nearly any merchant.

[Gambler] – A little gambling never hurt anybody. Well, it probably hurt the last guy who drank himself into a stupor over losing his life’s savings to a girl with a lucky streak. Actually, aside from luck, she learned several tricks from staying in towns and playing gigs at local taverns, spending late nights playing up her charming, supposed naïveté whilst rolling with the “big boys.”

[Marksman] - Time spent on the islands and in target practice both in and out of combat with firearms have honed her to remarkable accuracy and power with a bow and arrow, and made her a deadly shot with almost any pistol.



₪ Personal History ₪




|History|
Born into what people considered an outwardly upper-crust family with the perfect, “storybook” life and no want for anything, Theia, in fact, grew up at the tail end of her mother and father’s poverty, in a relatively normal life. She did not discover her ability as a Controller until she was eleven years old. At the time, her father had finally saved enough money working for a large company to start their own small business, and decided to take his family overseas to make their fortune. He purchased the merchant vessel, Imperfect Afternoon, and hired a skeleton crew. Two weeks into their maiden voyage, the vessel was caught in a freak storm and veered off course into well-known pirate territory.

During the three-day long storm, Theia had snuck into her parents quarters to hide from the scary weather and play in her mother’s wardrobe when maurauders seized control of the lost vessel. She heard her parents coming and remained silent to avoid detection, watching from a knotted hole inside the wardrobe, as to her horror, the pirate captain took away her father’s gun and threatened to blow out her mother’s brains if he did not hand over the deed and title to his ship, fortune and goods. Her father complied to spare his wife, but the rogue did not honor his word. Instead, he made the would-be merchant watch his wife die before putting him out of his misery. Unable to watch, Theia nonetheless heard the final shot and let out a frightened squeal, alerting the captain to her presence. The pirate stormed the wardrobe and seized the girl by her jaw in one hand, pressing his dagger to her throat with the other. As she struggled in a vain effort to break free, she spotted her father and mothers' bloodied bodies slumped to the floor where they had huddled together in the light of an oil lantern.

Angered at their deaths and afraid for her own life, Theia concentrated as hard as she could to muster her resolve and tried once again to wrest herself from the man's grip, but could not, and the last thing she saw and heard before the rogue threw her down was a dark aura surrounding the oil lantern in the corner and a loud crash! as it toppled to the floor and shattered in a spray of glass and flame. Kicking and screaming with all her might at the startled pirate, she barely managed to break free as he slashed her face and beat her senseless before tossing her like a rag doll into the wall and shutting her in the cabin for dead.

After minutes that seemed like an eternity, Theia came to in the burning cabin, both confused and scared at what exactly had transpired, but unconsciously grateful to be alive. She found the strength to take what she little could fit into her pockets, along with her father’s gun, and broke a portal window over the starboard side to escape. Dropping into the water below, she swam as far as she could away from the vessel, never once looking back, not stopping until she grew too tired to swim, and spent two days adrift on the open sea until a passing ship picked her up. She never found out what fate befell Imperfect Afternoon, but vowed if she ever met the pirate captain again face to face, he would suffer the same fate as her parents, and to this day still carries her father’s gun to ensure just that.

For years, Theia roamed with other travelers, never staying in one place too long, paying her way by washing dishes, scrubbing decks and cleaning heads aboard several ships. Eventually, she taught herself to sing and play the lyre and started earning additional coin using her voice as an accompaniment. She did not fully realize or accept what happened back on her father's ship until she visited a coastal village of natives who centered their beliefs and practices around lunar phases. Here, she was unofficially adopted by the local tribe and given a tattoo to signify her coming of age. They told her, in their own way, of the Gemaret gifts, and taught her to hone her innate ability to see and manipulate Aether, dark or "negative" energy, the opposite element surrounding and affecting all physical matter.

Theia is known as "Talon," by word of mouth for her swift and merciless execution of pirates across the seas, and uses the public alias as a protective measure to anyone who might know her as the child of the marauded vessel, possibly recognizing her and warning their fellow pirates of her journey to find the captain who killed her family and [likely] stole their ship. Chasing what ended up being a false lead on the rogue, she ran into Tawny and teamed up while fighting her way out of a tight spot. Upon escaping, Tawny asked Theia to join her motley crew, and with the hope of finding the pirate in their travels, she gladly obliged. Of course, she doesn't put too much faith in the hope he may still be alive or remember her after ten years, but one can never be too careful...





So begins...

Theia Raerithsu's Story

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With a strong wind blowing through the ship's sails, the unnamed ship of Tawny and her crew was being prepared for a docking on the shores that were closest to the island's trading settlement: Valiër.

While it is a relatively small town, Valiër is the only one out of the four cities that is close to a shore that wasn't walled off by steep hills of rock, and thus has been known to attract merchant from every other town that wishes to sell their wares to visitors. Not that anyone visits it as often as they were used to, but we'll get to that later.

Anywho, as luck may have it, Valiër has set up a market this very day. Fairly helpful, considering the crew was docking to stock up on new rations. Their current stock had been used up, or was simply devoured. Makes sense, considering the crew now existed out of six people, not counting Tawny herself.

While the unofficial captain of the crew took the task of steering the ship into place, one or two other crew members had made sure that the large white sail was blocked from catching any wind. Wouldn't want the ship to suddenly roam on its own now, would we? After all that fuzz, Tawny carefully nudged the wheel so it steered the ship in a correct position for safe disembarking.

*Splash!*

The sound of a heavy object piercing through the waters, rang across the entirety of the ship, alerting anyone still within the lower decks of the vessel that they had arrived at their destination...

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The salt-and-brine smell of the ocean breeze, the wind in her hair ... there were days she thought life simply did not get any better than this. And today, Theia clung to the boom at the bow of the ship as they came into port, her face turned toward the sun without a care in the world. Then, she could scent the faint odors of fish and fruit, and she gradually became aware of the indistinct chatter of people below until the plunk of the ship's anchor into the water broke her out of her trancelike state. Leaping off her perch on the bow, she landed with both knees bent, one hand pressed to the deck as she pushed up, the folds her skirt falling around her form.

When she heard Tawny call out to the crew, the words "Anyone" and "shopping" clearly reached her ears, and while neither of them were among her choices of things to do, she loved sightseeing and visiting new places. Lately, she had kept to herself, and it had been a long time since she'd done anything with the captain, so she owed her a little "girl-time."

Theia gave little more than a brief glance at the crow's nest and shook her head. She gripped the rigging ropes and barely climbed a quarter of the way up before stopping, toes curling around the abrasive ropes. Her dark hair tumbled across her back and The scar on her face was plainly visible as she peered up at Bright.

"Not this time," she half-muttered, the thought that Bright might soon come to rely on her too frequently to get down from those awfully high places crossing her mind. Best not to give her an opportunity.

Sighing, she waved the catgirl down, her rich island accent carried by the wind as she called out, "Come on, jump onto the lower platform and climb down the ropes! It's just like I showed you before."

Without giving her a chance to plead for further assistance, Theia deftly manuevered back down and sauntered across the deck, the shapely swell of her hips emphasizing her small waist. Even when she wasn't performing, she held that same air of confidence. Walk proud, the way her mother had taught her- shoulders back, exposing the graceful, almost swan-like lines of her collarbone, chest out (because, hey, if you've got it, flaunt it), and people will always think you're taller than you really are. She leaned down and checked one of the pockets she had sewn into her skirt, making sure her balisong knife was safely nestled there, and straightened, brushing back the hair cascading over her right shoulder and untangling a few strays from her hoop earring.

Long locks grazed the divet at the small of her back as she arched, stretching toward the sun, and tugged the covering over the left side of her face, fingertips brushing the length of her scar, from the sliver of hair missing along her brow to the thin, puckered line running down her cheek, and let it rest securely against her face, leaving just the opening over her eye. Patting her coinpurse, still somewhat weighty from her gig at their last port town, she heard the telltale jingle and couldn't help but smile. There was no way Tawny would let her get away without spending at least a fair third of it on herself, probably on some new outfit to add to her colorful, albeit meager wardrobe.

Dropping onto solid ground, she waited a beat or two for her "sea legs" to adjust, feeling as though the warm sand under her feet shifted lazily like a molten sea. Passing her gaze over Eve with a light smile, she narrowed her eyes sourly at Leon, still annoyed at his more than crude behavior over the past couple of nights. I have nothing to say to you, her eyes seemed to say. She briefly looked up to see if Bright had managed to make her way down, yet, that closed-lipped smile finding her full mouth once more and broadening ever-so-slightly as her gaze settled on Tawny and Jasper.

"Well, I suppose I could land us a spot at the local tavern tonight. You can count me in, too."

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“Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it toots. Most girls would pay just for a night with me.” Leon gave Tawny a rather friendly grab around the shoulders, ignoring the pervert comment and obvious infuriation on her part. At least, until she made a point of breaking free from him, in which he gave a nonchalant shrug, turning his back to the crew and looking over the shore. Her loss really, but at least she was one of the less uptight members of the crew.

As the captain declared Jasper would be accompanying her into town, Eve’s face brightened a little. “Well if that’s the case, would it be alright if I came along too, Lady Captain?” Eve asked over the rim of the ship, her face positively glowing with excitement. Jasper was the first to answer, confirming that she was invited along as she nodded, trotting over to the ladder. Leon, having skulked slightly away from the volatile captain, wasted no time in interjecting, chuckling a little as he stepped back and folded his arms behind his head. “Yeah Eve, get on down here. If sweet cheeks here doesn’t want you, I’ll let you spend the day with me.” Pointing a thumb to his chest, his other hand rested on Tawny’s head, once again invading her personal space.

“Thank you Leon the Great, but I think I’ll be happy to spend the day with Lady Tawny and Master Jasper.” Eve responded cheerily, causing Leon to scratch his head a little at her blunt rejection. Still, it seemed that in spite of the instructions from the rest of the crew, she couldn’t help but listen to Leon, retaining the title for him that he’d taught her. It was sometime around then that Eve heard Bright, turning to look up to the crow’s nest, catching sight of Theia attempting to coax her out. Intrigued, she waited on the side of the ship, before tentatively climbing down the ladder to shore, dusting herself off as she landed.

Sighing at the spectacle the resident scaredy cat had gotten into, Leon cupped his hands, shouting to make sure she could hear him. “I could help you down if you want Whiskers, but like, aren’t you a cat?! Just jump and land on your feet!” Placing his hands by his side again, even from this distance he could make out a glare from the kitten. Immediately however, his attention was diverted to the ever appreciated presence of Theia. The icey look he received did little to deter him as he gave a wolf-whistle, though it seemed she planned on ignoring him. That wasn’t going to work at all. “Free drinks, eh? That’s too kind of you toots. Maybe I’ll stick around then. It’s always nice having an entourage.”

“Entourage?” Eve asked curiously, Leon smirking at the opportunity to impart some of his ‘wisdom’.

“Yeah. Means worshippers. It’s important for guys to have a lot of them.”

“Is that why we need Miss Fayline?” Eve continued to inquire, oblivious to the misdirections Leon was applying.

“Heh, yeah. Exactly. She’s one of my escorts. You catch on quick.” Giving another thumbs up, Eve smiled a lot, always happy when she got praise.

“Does that mean I’m part of Mr. Flynn’s entourage?”

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With Leon shamelessly flirting with pretty much every female crew member, Jasper couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t do so with Eve. Maybe because taking advantage of her would’ve been a little too easy? As if to prove this, the thief was now misleading her once again, although in his defence (surprising to think of it that way) he was telling a half-truth. All Jasper had to do was give her the other half of the truth before things got out of hand.

“Eve, an entourage is a bunch of people who follow around someone who’s either more important than them or highly respected by them, and that someone isn’t just a guy who’s desperate to get the girls,” he explained patiently, giving a meaningful look towards Leon. Eve asked if she was part of the engineer’s entourage, causing him to give pause for thought while he came up with an answer that didn’t encourage the women to glare daggers at him, but also didn’t want to disappoint Eve.

“You can be part of my entourage if you want,” Jasper said to Eve, playfully ruffling her hair a little. She was just so adorable when she smiled like that, blissfully innocent to the darker things in life. He’d overheard Theia saying she could get the crew a spot at a tavern. Well, it’d be good to sleep in a bed that stayed perfectly still, not that the beds on the ship weren’t comfortable or anything. But if they had enough money left over, then he couldn't see the harm in staying in town for the night before heading off in the morning.

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Figures, Leon wasn't impressed by Tawny's aggravating irritation. However, the moment the jerk invaded the woman's personal space a third time today, she wasn't far behind on jabbing either one of her daggers, or a crossbow bolt through those grabby hands of his.

He was an okay guy at times. Hell, weren't it for his place-me-on-a-pedestal attitude, Tawny may have granted him the joy of her playing along with this silly game.

The brief moment Tawny walked over the Eve and Jasper's side, her irritation had already sunk to the bottom of the sea. Though she couldn't say that the young girl's comment on rather spending time with the unofficial captain and first mate hadn't helped easing said irritation, as it did just that.

“D'aww~ you shouldn't break his pride, Eve. He already had to deal with one woman rejecting his charming proposition.” Giving the thief a playful wink, Tawny eased her way to Eve, leaning forward to whisper some words of advice into her ears. “'Sides, being Jasper's entourage would hardly be an improvement.”

Whether the young girl believed those words, was up to her. She was a fine girl, and albeit her social skills were a wee bit strange, Tawny could get along with her much easier than Leon. Probably because she is the complete opposite of a selfish git with a pride so large that it could inhabit an entire city.

Briefly pausing for a bit, Tawny turned her attention to the muffled sound of feet dropping on the sand that lay scattered on the shore. Or, what is the shore, actually.

“Tea! 'Bout sodding time. You are not planning on staying with the ship, right? Of course you weren't.” Tawny approached her female friend with joy, her arms briefly wrapping around Theia to give her a welcoming hug.

Out of all her companions, Theia was someone Tawny could share all her fun times with. On top of being a handy ally to combat Leon's piss taking comments with, that is.

Releasing the poor woman from her embrace, Tawny took a few steps back and couldn't help but form a massive grin as Theia mentioned they might be able to get a spot in the local tavern. It would be a welcoming change from the wobbly sleep-accommodation the crew was used to.

“Great idea! Does that mean we can go now? Err... After Bright has gotten over her height issue.” This would be a day to remember. First they'd get some provisions, then maybe they could browse some clothes, and after all that they'd celebrate with a drink.

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Bright continued to lay on her stomach, her tail still slowly moving from side to side as she peered over the edge of the crow’s nest at the folks down below, a bit apprehensive about getting down. The crew continued to discuss both the trip to town and her ‘issue’, as one might call it, until Theia made her way over towards where all the chatter was. She glanced at Bright’s position on the boat and shook her head, the cat girl giving a smile as she watched the woman slowly climb the rigging ropes up to her. But when she stopped, Bright frowned. She patiently listened to her advice, struggling to hear through her accent a bit. After all, she wasn’t quite used to such things.

“J-jump down?” Bright stated, stumbling over her words. Sure, the cat girl liked acting all big and bad, but at times like these, she really was just a simple scaredy cat. Still, Bright stood up from her position on the ground, standing at the edge of the crow’s nest as she looked at the jump she was about to take. After all, if the crew really wanted her to come along, it’d be fair to climb down and talk to them about it at the very least. Even if that meant she had to deal with...

“I could help you down if you want Whiskers, but like, aren’t you a cat?! Just jump and land on your feet!”

Leon. That stupid jerk still irked her to no end. She glared at the blonde haired chauvinistic pig, narrowing her eyes before she retorted.

“Doesn’t mean the fall won’t still hurt, y’know! Just because I’m a cat doesn’t mean I have springs for legs.” She paused for a moment, before she added something, leaning forward towards him a bit as she did so. “So, why don’t you catch me instead? Oh, wait, I’m clearly way too beneath you for that. I wouldn’t want to sully your hands with my dirty lowlifeness!”

Of course, the exertion from speaking so loudly and so furiously at Leon caused her to lose her balance, and after a quick wave of her arms to attempt to regain her balance, her foot slipped and she began to fall. Almost comically, the cat’s arms and legs flailed about as she tried to gain some semblance of balance as she fell, passing the platform below and plummeting towards the deck. However, in a freakishly fast fashion, Bright’s cat-like reflexes reacted, and she reached out and grabbed the rigging rope, sliding down it briefly before she came to a stop. The cat girl shivered for a few moments, clinging to the rope with all fours as tightly as she possibly could before she finally realized she was safe. Slowly, Bright climbed down the rope, still shaking slightly, even once she got all the way down to the deck. Her hand stung a little from the rope burn, but the shock of the entire event prevented her from really feeling it fully. After looking at her hand and winced, she hoped that the minor injury would heal quickly.

“It’s fine. I’m...fine,” she stated, walking up to the group, a few of their eyes exhibiting at least a little bit of worry. After a few deep breaths, she turned to Tawny. “But...uh, anyways...if I come with you, you promise no one’s gonna run off with our ship, right? I mean, I know it’s not that likely, but it’s still a valid concern, I think...”

Still shaken from her fall, the cat’s normal standoffish disposition was somewhat lost, though it was slowly coming back...

“Well, in that case, so long as that dirty bugger keeps away from me and cuts the funny business, I think I’ll be right to come shopping with you guys. You’ll just have to point me to the nearest fish market once we get there, of course.” Bright managed to force a tiny little smile that faded fairly quickly afterwards.

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With a simple nod to herself acknowledging that the catgirl's landing was, indeed, safe, the musician found herself being pulled into Tawny's heartfelt hug. As usual, she instinctively froze, but relaxed not a moment after and gave her a light squeeze in response before the captain let go. Though the embrace was not unwelcome, Tawny notwithstanding, Tea had never really been physically affectionate with the crew members in spite of her otherwise cheerful disposition toward most of them. Raising an eyebrow, she looked up briefly as the remaining crew made their way on deck or to shore, and turned to Leon, scoffing at his insistence upon scoring free drinks.

"Drinks, Pajudo?" she simpered, her accent slurring on the last syllable of the island profanity. "After last time, when you had too many and ended up face-"

She paused to glance at Eve, that coquettish smirk diminishing the instant she decided to leave out such a... trivial detail in favor of protecting the girl's vestal ears. Almost impishly, she cast sidelong glances at Tawny and Jasper, and put one hand on her hip, meeting Leon's wolfish stare with her head cocked to one side. "Puh! I'll buy a round for a song and bet your next pay I could drink you under the table."

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Eve listened intently to Jasper, nodding as she took it in. An entourage was people following someone more respected… Not someone desperate for girls… That made a lot of sense. Leon wasn’t desperate for girls in the slightest, and to her, he was highly respectable. Of course she and the others would be part of his entourage, and she’d be happy to show other people that she respected him that way – Though was she allowed to be in more than one? By Jasper and Leon’s definition, so long as she followed them around it would be okay, right? Giving a surprised squeak as Jasper placed his hand on her head, she smiled as he ruffled her hair, letting her know she was welcome to follow him. It was warm and affectionate, and it always made her feel good when she got a concept and was praised for it. “I’m happy to be a part of your entourage.” Genuinely pleased with herself, and that fact, she would happily follow Jasper and Leon around. Everyone was so smart and taught her so many things, it was only natural to respect them. After all, that book on etiquette said that respect of others is of the utmost importance.

Perhaps that was why when Tawny said something about breaking Leon’s pride it caused the girl to curiously tilt her head, speaking in slight confusion. “I would never aim to hurt The Great Leon, Lady Tawny… Please forgive me if I said anything to offend.” Giving a concise bow in apology, Leon couldn’t help but laugh at how Tawny’s jib had backfired a little. Eve was still terrible around sarcasm and non-literal phrasing, so the comment about Jasper made her just a bit concerned as she grasped Tawny’s sleeve. “Why not Lady Captain? I-Is there something wrong with being in his entourage?” For the moment however, it seemed her fear would not be eased as Theia made her way down, the Unofficial Captain’s attention immediately drawn over as she leapt into a hug. Nervously squirming where she was, Eve retreated to the company of Leon and Jasper, though her mind played over just why Jasper wasn’t an improvement on Leon. Jasper was incredible! But then, so was Leon… Wait… Oh! That made sense! She was saying they were both just as good as each other! Relieved and satisfied with the most positive outcome, she clapped her hands together. “I get it now!” She stated aloud, probably a bit too loud for how quiet she normally was.

Leon smiled at the idea of drinks, remembering some of the ‘stances’ Theia had adopted when she’d had a few too many. Still, as she began to recall a certain bar-room tale, it was a rare moment where Leon decided to back down a little. Sort of. “Well, you’ve got me there, Pah-jew-doh.” Mimicing the term she’d used (though with a bit of butchering with his own accent) Leon wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, but he’d try it anyway. Smirking a bit, her response was a sign that he’d sufficiently mislead Theia that night into believing he was a ‘lightweight’ drinker. It was amazing what he could grope and get away with when people thought he was off his face… Ah, the warmth of Theia’s bosom… Now, falling into that was such a sweet, sweet embrace… Though pretending he remembered none of it was a true shame. That mischievous smirk still on his face, he shrugged at her next challenge. “Hey girl, when you try to outdrink me, everybody wins. But last I checked I’m the owner of this fine vessel, so you pay me for lodging. Though I suppose I can overlook some past expen-”

“Hey look, I managed to get her down anyway.” Leon stopped midsentence bragging to everyone as he watched Bright tumble from the crow’s nest, seemingly unaware or uncaring of how dangerous such an act was. Still, seemed he thought that the incident was something to take credit for, proudly rubbing his knuckles over his chest as he awaited Bright’s arrival. “Told you you’d be fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to a body as fine as that.” Grinning as Bright came over, Leon scooted away before he received a new set of cuts down his arms. Instead, he directed his attention to the newest arrival to the scene, the ever mysterious Senka. Kid was weird, never did much. And, seeing as he didn’t have a pair of melons on his chest, Leon didn’t pay him much attention other than to use the guy’s inadequacies to prove how much more impressive he was. “No offence Senka, but at least if Bright stayed she could at least scare off a mouse – I really don’t think you’re going to be any worth when it comes to protecting my majestic vessel.”

Striding up the slight hill, he turned to the whole crew. “No, I propose we all head out, go get some much needed R&R before taking advantage of Theia’s gracious offer for drinks. Everyone agree? Good, then we’re off!” Turning and heading down the road, Leon didn’t give much of a chance for objections…

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#, as written by Byte
The shock that Bright would've fallen to an early death, was certainly not missing. Maybe the woman was lucky to have cat-like traits, as those reflexes really saved the day for her. And well... Maybe Senka had a small part in it also.

But that heroic rescue was quickly turned into a shameful event. Or at least, Tawny had her head well-pressed against the palm of her hand.

The man still hadn't done too well in getting acquainted with his long-term companions, had he? All he ever did was read and write in that chamber of his, poor sod.

However, today was not a day to be theoretical, and it would be good practise for Senka if he got outside and actually got a sniff or two how things are done in the actual world.

“It's okay. Nobody is going to steal this wreck of a ship, you two should relax and just have some fun once in a while. I don't like it when people worry about trivial things.” The comment both directed at the shy-boy and the cat-woman. It sure wasn't a trivial matter, both Senka and Bright had a valid point. Someone stealing the ship would be a bad puncture wound that obstructs the crew's adventures. Then again, Tawny wasn't one to take no for an answer.

With that handled, even though not everyone would agree with their captain's decision, Tawny was ready to head out nonetheless. Slightly leaning closer to Bright as she expressed her concern about Leon's rather... Inappropriate behaviour, the woman nudged the cat girl gently with her left elbow.

“Don't you worry, I'll keep an eye on him.” She whispered, turning around to see if everyone had left their beloved ship yet. But somewhere along the line Tawny couldn't help but forgetting something.

“Oh! Ri-” Her words were cut-off, silenced by Eve's sudden enlightenment. The captain raised a curious eyebrow, her head cocking sideways with a confused “Huh?” thrown out of her mouth. Whatever it was the girl just realised, Tawny was sure it mattered little for now.

“A-anyway, you two talked about a drinking game, right?” Her attention now focused on Tea and Leon, a cat-grin forming on the woman's mouth as her excitement for today grew even stronger. “Mind if I join? Always wanted to give it a try. Heehee~” Flamboyantly clapping her hand and gauntlet together, Tawny joined Leon, who had already taken his first steps towards Valiër.

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Jasper did want to hear the rest of Theia’s tale, although since Eve was in earshot, she’d start asking some rather awkward questions, to which Leon would’ve been too happy to provide the answers (read: blatant lies) to. Well, at least there was time for that later.

Bright’s landing from the crow’s nest was both impressive and frightening; one wrong move would’ve meant one less crew member travelling with them. Damn lucky she was part cat. With such agility and flexibility, who knows what sort of stuff she could do? Senka also seemed to have burst onto the deck just after the cat-girl started falling. Jasper didn’t care whether or not it was a coincidence; the poor bloke needed a bit of fresh air, and a trip round town with the crew was just the ticket. Tawny seemed to have the same thing in mind too, since she had him come ashore with them.

The engineer then watched as Eve tried figuring things out with the information he had given her, with the addition of a sly remark from the Captain which seemed to derail things a little, but in the end she came to a conclusion that she was happy with, loudly notifying the rest of the crew about this in the process.

There was also quite a bit of talk about a drinking contest once the shopping was out of the way. At least, Jasper assumed that; drunk shopping probably wouldn’t have gone down too well. Even though he could hold his liquor a fair bit, the engineer decided not to participate. Mostly because it was usually funnier to watch. That and he was curious to see what Tawny would get up to when she was absolutely plastered.

“A’righty then, we’ll meet up once we’ve all done our bits with provisions,” Jasper said to nobody in particular, since it was still uncertain what course of action was going to be taken, and he did not want to miss the chance to see Tawny drunk. Nevertheless, he followed Leon and Tawny towards Valiër with Eve in tow. He hoped that they had a decent shop for spare parts, or at the very least a scrapyard that had some useful hidden treasures somewhere.

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#, as written by Byte
Having the crew all together in deciding what to buy would be good, even if they'd all part ways for their own thing. The walk to Valiër was short and uneventful, as was expected. Nothing ever happened here, well... Aside from the market that was organized every so often, like today.

The crew's arrival was greeted with an open town crowded with Valiër's citizens, as well as the other towns' and their merchants. A great view to behold as every store keeper tried their best to attract as many customers as possible, yelling how much greater their wares were than their competitors at every turn.

Looking for the perfect stand to buy at, the crew browsed the market either in group or on their own. Cooking ingredients were a priority, as were the fix 'm majiggies, after that the more trivial things would come like new additions to their ship.

A shame though, that Valiër didn't have any expert engineers or stores that sold ship equipment. Tawny always wanted a cannon, not that they would have that much money. At any rate, they were sure to find everything they needed here.

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At the first glimpse of Valiër, Tawny had already separated herself from her own crew, her short sprint ahead causing the crossbow that was strapped around her torso to sway wildly across her back. The mechanical arm emitting a fair bit of steam from moving at a more rapid pace.

“Hurry up! We haven't gotten all day!” The woman yelled at her companions while beckoning with her left arm. The small talk while disembarking had raised her excitement from average to intensely high, something that happened more often than not, and was a first sign that there may be a chance that causing trouble was on the female pirate's list. Well, causing trouble... That wasn't how Tawny called it.

When the group had caught up with their supposed captain, they would find her looking around the crowded market on the main street of the town, hastily yet carefully browsing the wares that were for sale.

Tawny's eyes first fell on a stand that sold second-tier flintlocks. Oh boy, how she would love to get her hands on one of those, but even pre-used firearms were a bit too expensive for her personal budget. And... No, she couldn't even think of spending the money they've each set aside for the crew on it.

Practically drooling over the beauties, the merchant watching over said booth raised a single, confused eyebrow, shortly afterwards uttering a line that he was surely familiar with. “Anything suiting your taste, Miss? I assure you, they are in good shape still.” He said with a forced smile.

The female pirate was sure they were, but with a shake of her head, she left rather unsatisfied. If only a treasure chest would fall from the sky, but then the whole town would be on top of it and there'd probably be nothing left but broken glass and fake jewellery.

Shaking the trivial thoughts out of her head, Tawny approached one of the food stands, once again smiling at the many choices they had. While she wasn't that great of a cook, it was usually just her who made dinner for the crew. Occasionally Eve would help out or make a dish by herself, but that was about it. “Oh Eve, could you help me out for a bit?”

Tawny beckoned at the girl, trying to get her attention. “What do you think we should buy?”

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#, as written by Sylwyn
Theia smirked, shaking her head, amused at his blatant abuse of her native tongue. He probably thought he had parroted some highly offensive term when, in truth, she'd more or less just called him 'full of crap'.

"Keh," she snickered, watching him go out of the corner of her eye. If she could paint a canvas of caricatures demonstrating his many facial expressions, they would all have the same, unvarying smug look on his face. "See you later, then... Pajudo."

The view from behind, at least, did not hurt, and it was such a pity most of the males she chose not to compare to slovenly, slop-eating four-legged livestock if only to avoid offending said farm animals, had to be so damn attractive. Chivalry and devilishly good looks seldom came with the entire, er, package.

Theia mingled with the crew for a short while, but not one to browse long in any place unless she was planning to buy, she eventually separated from the others and made her way to a stall selling exotic spices. Tawny's cooking always left something to be desired, and while Tea was no iron chef, she was mean with an array of spices, though she could never bring herself to tell the spunky captain she "doctored" her personal plates. If she had learned one valuable lesson from her mother and from wives on the island she practically grew up on, it was that the kitchen should ever only have ONE female in it at any given time. To share space, even with the most amicable of friends, was a recipe for disaster.

Here, she selected about a half dozen herbs and a small pouch of a rare local spice that was usually a pricey export. An addition to many varieties of herbal tea, the spice was best known for its detoxifying and metabolic properties, and Tea had used it prior to engaging in many a drinking game back on merchant ships before joining Tawny's crew. That was not to say she didn't cut loose when she drank. It was nice to have an excuse for acting silly or flirtatious when you were otherwise bashful. Men always thought girls were lightweights, and while the musician could get rip-roaring drunk one in awhile, she had little difficulty getting out of-- or into-- "trouble" while keeping her wits about her and still recalling all the minor details the next morning. And, thanks to a pitcher of her favorite tea, she was also the first one awake, sans hangover, raring to go a few hours after crawling into bed.

This ought to even things up a little, she thought to herself as she paid for her items and thanked the stall owner.

Passing through the marketplace, she kept an eye out for taverns, some of which seemed pretty seedy, and others that looked so desolate she wasn't sure if they ever had any business at all. Finally, she paused off to the side of the street, settling her eyes on a rather upscale establishment with a name outside she had heard of in her travels. While select entertainment there was of a more or less tasteful caliber, from what she knew, the owner was, by word of mouth, a choosy man, and she wasn't going to land a gig there in the clothes she was wearing. Her skirt had tears, her blouse a few stains from working the ropes on the ship, and, let's face it, you're going to need to show a little more skin than that. Sighing, she turned back to the marketplace and wove her way through the stalls of clothing and accessories, looking for anything that grabbed her attention.

After minutes of going through clothes, shoes, belts, hats even, and gaudy jewelry, she had been about to give up when she spotted the perfect outfit on a makeshift mannequin set outside one of the stalls. It was beautiful, classy, with the right cut to elongate and accentuate her curves in all the right places, and it looked like it just might fit. then, she looked at the price tag, and her heart sank.

"Two-hundred," she heard a thickly-accented old man's voice say from behind her. "But for pretty lady, I make you deal. Say, one-fity?"

She raised an eyebrow but didn't turn to look in his direction. In her peripherals, she saw a rotund, leathery old man with tufts of gray hair on his head. He wore an eager, friendly smile, and Theia guessed he probably hadn't a sale all morning. Don't make eye contact, yet, she reminded herself, and tilted her head to one side as if debating whether or not she really wanted the garment.

"How about one-twenty fie," he said decidely.

"Mmm, no thanks," the musician said, shaking her head, and turned to leave. "I think I'll just go to the shop down the street."

"No, no, wait!" he called, and she heard him take two steps after her. "You give me one-hundred. Is a good price, no?"

Tea stopped, fingers cupping her coin purse, taking care not to let it jingle as she lifted it.

"Well... all right," she answered, gingerly removing a handful of coins.

The man's eyes widened watching her silently count, and she took care, gently brushing the insides of the small purse without knocking any coins together until she pulled out the "last" coin.

"Oh," she finally said, a twinge of disappointment in her voice as she opened her hand to let the coins slide back into her purse. "Nevermind. I'm sorry, I only have seventy-five."

The man eyed the money beginning to fall back into her purse, and suddenly stopped her by placing his hand atop hers. "Nonono, seventy-fie is okay. Pretty lady should has pretty clothe."

Theia looked up, her eyes brightening with the prospect. "Really?"

The old man nodded. "Yes, is good for you. I take seventy-fie."

"Oh, thank you, thank you very much," she answered gratefully as she handed over the money.

Tender completed and prize in hand borne by a small cloth bag she'd taken along for shopping, Theia headed back to rejoin Tawny, Jasper and Eve, her head filling with ideas both for getting into that tavern tonight, and hopefully making a decent profit.

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During the walk to Valier, Eve was a buzz of activity, jovially darting from one point to the next. Though the scenery wasn’t anything too impressive, she was still awed by the different hills, trees and flowers, darting off into the grass to examine them before one of the others managed to call her back to the path. By the time she and the others were entering through the city gates she had managed to amass a bouquet of various flowers, though they weren’t exactly very complimentary to each other. Tucked under her right arm, she still retained the book she had been reading – The Divine Cutlass, First Edition – while her left carried the bunched group of flowers.

For Leon, he had a small attempt to have a chat with the feisty feline, but she seemed intent to avoid him by staying on the opposite side of the group. So, with Bright out of the question, and Tawny moving rapidly ahead, Leon had the choice of three remaining people to brag to: Jasper, who seemed more intent on looking after Eve then anything else; Senka, who Leon had absolutely nothing in common with (Though undoubtedly a quiet man like him would be impressed with how incredible he was); and Theia, who often seemed to regard Leon with cold derision more than anything else. Still, she had one thing the guys didn’t. Well, a couple of things. And that was more than enough reason to chatter with her.

Heading into town, Tawny, Eve and Jasper seemed to sprint off towards the food and some washed up arms salesman, while the cat decided to go to the fish market. Typical. Well, that just left Theia and Senka with him. Hmm…

“Yo Senka, buddy…” Grabbing the man around the shoulders, Leon pulled him in close.” You’re a cool guy, right? Wanna help a bro out? Well, you’d best go keep an eye on Sparky over there.” Gesturing to Bright scampering off, Leon was quite happy to send him off on what was a likely pointless mission in order to get some alone time with one of the ladies. “I mean, just make sure she doesn’t get into trouble alright? Good lad.” Shoving Senka after the feline, Leon scooted his way back over to Theia... Or at least, that's what he planned. Except she was gone. Dang it, normally he was the one who slipped off unnoticed. Scratching his head, he decided to see if he could track her down, skulking about the market until finally... "Hmm, she isn't a half-bad con herself..." Continuing to watch the show, Leon appraised her technique (And choice in clothing, ~Dayamn!~) before subtly trailing behind her, sliding in beside her before speaking. “So, with the Captain and Co. busy, looks like it’s just you and me toots. Guess we should go find an Inn to bunk for the night, yeah?” Leon laughed a bit, nudging her in the side before swiftly reaching into her bag, retrieving the article of clothing. "Ooo, hey, what's this? If I knew you'd be treating me to a show like this tonight, I woulda waived your board ages ago!" Holding it up in the light, it seemed Leon had no sense for the girl's privacy as he held it up to Theia, mentally imagining just how fine she'd look in it.

Elsewhere, Eve trotted over to the stall Tawny was examining, first looking over the pistols. She didn’t really understand the need for pistols and all sorts of other weapons. Why couldn’t everyone just get along? Leon said that people would always fight, but that just seemed strange. Didn’t people want to be nice and friendly to each other? It’s what she wanted to do. Again, she was called over to Tawny, this time for something she was far more interested in. Food. She didn’t tend to have a good sense of taste, but aesthetically, she liked the idea of food, presentation and all the like. Checking over the various cuts of meat and produce on display, Eve set about her work, muttering things under her breath as she examined them.

“Too lean… no fat… deterioration of the flesh… will likely rot…” Intensely scrutinizing each thing she inspected, the store owner seemed a bit offended by her comments, slamming a hand down on the table. “If you’d be so kind little lady, I’d like you to pick something. Today.” Eve looked up to him, nodding as she selected some chicken. “These appear to be the finest cuts Lady Tawny. I imagine they will be perfect for whatever you would like to cook them with.”

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As Senka waited for a response to be sent his way by Tawny, he continued to lean against the railing of the ship. Surprisingly, however, it was not Tawny who first responded to him; rather, it was Leon who called back up to him.

” No offence Senka, but at least if Bright stayed she could at least scare off a mouse – I really don’t think you’re going to be any worth when it comes to protecting my majestic vessel.”

Stricken by the comment, Senka seemed to shrink, withdrawing back onto the ship slightly as he slunk low in embarrassment. Of course, Leon, and the rest of the crew, for that matter, wouldn’t know anything about his thin history as a fighter. They wouldn’t know that he wasn’t just a bookworm. They probably thought that the sword strapped to his hip was just for show.

Well, not only do they not trust you, Senka thought. They think you’re a weakling, too. Apparently today was a good day to belittle Senka Imoulette.

He didn’t have that much time to feel sorry for himself, though, as Tawny quickly waved off Leon’s comment with one of her own. Telling him not to worry about guarding the ship, she bid Bright and him to join the rest of the crew as they went into town.

Once again, Senka felt an odd mix of relief and dread. He would be allowed to get out and mingle with the crew, only, the crew members didn’t like him very much. He was convinced of that, now, thanks to Leon’s words.

Still, he’d try to make the most of this little venture. If he could talk to at least one person, he’d consider it a (small) victory. Heeding the captain’s command, Senka moved to descend the ship like the others had. Unfortunately for him, his wounded knee detracted heavily from his already lacking grace. He managed to put both feet on the shore, eventually, but not without twisting his ankle a bit and making himself look even more inept.

Cheeks burning and head tucked low into the collar of his coat, Senka set off following the rest of the crew as they made their way to town.


The walk to Valiër was rather uneventful for Senka. There was a smattering of conversation between a few of the crew members, but no one really bothered to involve Senka besides looking backwards every so often to make sure that he was still behind them.

And behind them he was, quietly and obediently following the lead of his captain as he observed the surroundings. Since his world view had been pretty much limited to a single island for nearly twenty years, Senka was always interested in seeing what other lands were like. It was a small sort of curiosity, but it gave him something to do as he walked. Something other than brood over Leon’s words, or worse, Bright’s fall.

He was still a bit hurt by Leon’s slight. He knew enough from observation to recognize that Leon was just the type of person to make such comments thoughtlessly, but that didn’t curb Senka’s feelings. Some childish part of him wanted to run off and prove to the more worldly man that he was more than just a pampered landlubber. But the rest of him recognized that more bad would come of that than good.

So, he just settled on glaring occasionally at the man’s back, thinking up witty responses to the dig in his head.

The other thing that was on his mind was his (failed) rescue attempt. He kept trying to reason over the why’s of his reaction in his head, but couldn’t come up with suitable answers. It made sense to want to help a crewmate, but that didn’t explain why he’d done so with that degree of urgency.

Or why he’d imagined that Bright was Raisa…

Did he subconsciously relate Bright to her simply out of the similarity of the situation, or was it something deeper? Was he so worried about the situation at home, as he’d come to call it, that he was reflecting it onto his current affairs? If so, that could certainly cause problems. He couldn’t go flying off the handle every time a girl got into trouble.

They did that enough to keep him coming and going for the rest of his life. He knew that particular tendency of theirs very well from his time spent catering to His Lady’s bidding.

Even though he’d overreacted a bit when it came to the ‘rescue’, he was also still concerned for Bright’s safety, and he caught himself staring at her from time to time on the walk as well. She’d seemed fine, but he also knew from experience that random accidents like that fall could have hidden effects. So he kept his gaze on her as long as he dare, without being inappropriate, should she exhibit any signs of pain.

In fact, seeing how he wasn’t exactly caught up in a conversation, Senka felt the need to get Bright’s attention and ask her how she was doing. But, he wasn’t sure how she would take to being interrupted by him. Despite the fact that he tried to save her, she probably still thought he was a weirdo. Oh, the days when people actually thought he was a decent enough guy…

But before he knew it, the crew had arrived at Valiër. Tawny led them to a few stalls with a tad too much enthusiasm, but Senka couldn’t help but to smile. It was somewhat childish, getting so excited over a few rag-tag stalls. Yet, it was almost…cute? All he knew was that he was standing back with an amused smile on his face as their captain gushed over the wares.

And yet, a few of their crew started to break off and go their own way. Theia went off to do a bit of shopping for herself, and perhaps do something towards fulfilling her earlier promise of drinks. Bright, sadly, was also one who left the group. That promptly put an end to any plans he had of talking to her, then. Moping a bit now, because the only one he had reason to talk to had up and up and left, Senka stood with the rest of his crew, mutely existing in the background.

That was, until Leon, of all people, decided to come up to Senka. “Yo Senka, buddy…” he said, grabbing him unexpectedly around the shoulders. Senka wasn’t really given a chance to answer, nor would he have been able to, given his understandable shock at the situation. ”You’re a cool guy, right? Wanna help a bro out? Well, you’d best go keep an eye on Sparky over there,” he continued, gesturing to Bright scampering off.

“I mean, just make sure she doesn’t get into trouble alright? Good lad.”Then he was gone, with a last pat on Senka’s back, off to do heavens-knows-what, leaving poor Senka in a bit of a stupefied paralysis.

Out of anyone in the crew, the last person Senka expected to utter a word by conversation towards him was Leon…yet, there was no mistaking. Leon had just put his arm around Senka’s shoulder. Senka calmly took a few steps to the side, suddenly fearful of lighting falling from the sky.

Still, Leon made a…semi-decent point, and Senka had wanted to speak with her anyway. That decided, he started to turn on his way to follow Bright when the sing-songing voice of his captain suddenly met his ears.

“Senka - Could you be a dear and help us carry any excess bags? You wouldn't leave two poor ladies to carry that many themselves, would you?”

Oh, the guilt. Well, he couldn’t very well walk away after that, could he? Besides, Tawny was the one he owed, and so he would have to do whatever she wanted in order to make up that debt. If that meant playing manservant for a bit, then so be it.

With a last, somewhat regretful look towards the direction Bright had taken and a sigh, Senka turned back towards the remaining crew with a half-smile on his face.

“N-no, Ms. Tawny; I-I’d never be so irresponsible. Please, allow me to…ah, carry whatever you purchase. You women shouldn’t burden yourselves…Not that you can’t, I mean! Just, it wouldn’t be, very…err, chivalrous? Of me? Right…”

After that, Senka was loaded up with several packages, carrying much more himself than any of the rest of the companions were. Well, he couldn’t exactly complain. He had offered. Besides, he was stronger than he looked, and he’d spent several balmy afternoons carrying packages back from a market day back home. In fact, he might be the most qualified member of the crew to carry packages.

Hey, there was something he was good at. Now he just needed a few more of those, and he could actually call himself useful.

Standing patiently behind Tawny and Eve, Senka waited to see what the girls would order him to do next. He blew a stray strand of hair from his eyes, clicking his tongue impatiently when it just curled against his forehead, as he waited for the company to move again.

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Tea didn't even look in Leon's direction. She could almost smell the arrogance coming off him as he wove through the crowd and sidled up next to her.

"Last I checked, there was no you and me," she retorted, snatching the garment out of his hand without breaking stride or offering so much a glance in his direction. "And, forget it. I'd much prefer to pay you in coin. No offense, but even if you put a bag over that smug face of yours, I wouldn't share a room, let alone a bed, with you if you were the last man in the world."

Unceremoniously stuffing her garment back into her shopping bag, she stepped around Leon and continued her stroll at a brisker pace, heedless of whether he was able to keep up. Guys like Leon were troublemakers, and while she didn't necessarily despise him, he was beginning to grate on her nerves. He was just another rude, abrasive male who thought with the brain between his legs, and it wasn't something she was unused to. Still, his personality reminded her too much of some of the very men she was now trying to stay away from. Awkward as a teenager, Theia had grown up oblivious to her sexuality until just a few years before joining the crew, only to discover men found her something much to be desired, and after a brief hang up in learning the ropes, so to speak, she found she could use it to her advantage. Seduction was a powerful tool, and when it made the difference between wondering when your next meal was going to be, and playing coy to fill your stomach for a night...

"Tell you what, you buy me dinner..."

The line repeated itself several times in her mind as she stopped outside the tavern she had passed earlier and looked around for a somewhat secluded place to change. Spotting a wall partially blocking an alley, she turned to Leon, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I'm going to change," roughly translated to, just TRY and follow me.

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Trundling along with Tawny, Jasper and Senka, Eve allowed the latter to take her bag, as she wouldn’t want anyone thinking of him as unchivalrous. Quite the opposite in fact. Indeed, if carrying bags was enough to make him chivalrous like the knight in that book she read, it was well worth it for him to carry the burden. After all, for the moment, he was pretty quiet and conservative – not that there was anything wrong with that. She quite enjoyed his company and had even borrowed a few of his books on the odd occasion; though she’d been careful to return them just as they’d been, exactly as Leon had taught her.

For now however, Jasper was taking the time to investigate parts, and although Eve was somewhat familiar with each of them, it wasn’t exactly an area she liked to think about. So instead, she found herself dawdling at the back of the group, investigating the nearby stalls and making sure not to stray too far from the others. One lady had been incredibly nice to her, showing off lots of pretty gemstones and jewellery, complimenting Eve on how nice they looked on her, to which she’d agreed. When given a price, Eve politely responded that she had no money, and was then hurriedly shooed away from the stall as the necklace was snatched back off her. Had she said something wrong? Thinking on this, she wandered to the next store, the items inside far more exciting then the shiny pebbles she’d seen earlier. Musty tomes, journals, novels and books of all kinds, Eve began excitedly shifting through the piles of second hand and new books, flipping them open and giving a quick scan of the first few pages. Although she had no money to her name, Tawny and Jasper had each gotten something for themselves. Surely she could get something too, right?

Turning back to parts store, Eve felt her mouth drop partially open as she blinked, now noticing that Jasper and the others were nowhere to be seen. They must’ve finished shopping and left without her. Not wanting to be left behind, Eve began to run down the street, before feeling a hand grasp around her arm, tugging her back. “’Ey, where’dya tink yu’re goin’ wit’ dat?” The middle aged shopkeeper glared at her in annoyance, Eve staring back at him in confusion as she struggled to comprehend his odd accent. “I’m so sorry sir, I can’t understand you through your lisp.” Eve attempted to bow in politeness, but was hoisted up before she could. “Yuse know ezactlee wat ah meen!” He grumbled, using his other hand to retrieve the book Eve had brought with her from the ship. “No pay, dis stay.”

“But that’s mine – Please sir, I need to catch up to Jasper and-“ Eve flinched as the man leant down, interrupting her as he yelled into her face. “I dun care! Now scram before I callz da copz!” Shoving Eve out of his shop, the girl gave a yelp as she fell to the street floor, the flowers she had been carrying scattered in a mess as she caught herself from a more painful landing. Scrambling a little to collect them, people continued their business around her, trampling the ones that had landed too far from the young lady. Retrieving the few she could, Eve sat back up, still a little shaken as she walked back down the street towards the ship. After a little, she managed to catch back up to Tawny and the others, filing in behind them with a solemn look on her face. She’d made another mistake, again. She didn’t know what, but people didn’t yell like that and punish her for no reason. Maybe there were special rules when it came to purchasing books? She would’ve asked Jasper, but it would be impolite to interrupt him and Senka. Tawny also seemed to be in high spirits, so she didn’t want to trouble her either. Maybe she’d ask later…




Theia’s words were cold, derisive and dismissive to Leon, but it seemed that would have no effect in dissuading him. Keeping pace with ease, Leon continued to chatter away beside her, heedless of her words of warning. “Oh, so Tawny or Bright’s more your style then? Never would’ve picked it from a woman such as yourself. But I mean, really, if you can resist ‘this’ then that’s got to be the case, right?” Leon mused on the sexuality of the raven haired beauty before coming to a conclusion, snapping his fingers. “That explains why you guys hug every meeting. Damn, mind if I watch some time? I’m sure that’s quite a show. Hey, how does that work with that metal arm anyway?”

In what was probably a wise move, Theia ignored Leon’s prods into her private life, focusing instead on finding an appropriate place to change. What was probably less wise was stating to him that she was going to do so in an alleyway. Leon’s eyes lit up, seemingly oblivious to the scorn in her tone. “You’re asking moi to help you change? Well well, seems my charm is beginning to turn even you.” Leon skulked closer, but was no doubt on the receiving end of rejection. Ah well, Que Sera, Sera. Shruging off her refusal, Leon turned his back, leaning against the wall at the edge of the alley.

“Fine, fine. I can sense when I’m not wanted. But since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll keep watch and make sure no one stumbles into this alley while you’re stripping, alright?” Giving a playful salute, Leon turned to watch the crowd strolling past, seemingly uninterested in catching a peek. Drawing up his Kusarigama, he began examining them, making sure they were in good condition. That, and taking advantage of their reflective surface to see behind him.

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The musician just rolled her eyes at his insistence regarding her undisclosed sexual preferences and mention of Bright and the captain, and instead slipped the bag off her shoulder and headed into the alleyway like it was nobody's business.

"I never implied you were undesirable, pajudo," she said coolly as she bent over, keeping her back to him as she hiked up her long skirt to just above her knees and shimmied out of her leggings. "I just don't like you."

Theia tugged the billowy harem bottoms up underneath her skirt, taking care not to lift the hem any higher than the waist band of her new pants, and, after unlacing her bodice and shrugging out of her sleeves, tugged the new top over her head and put her arms through the straps without baring more than a sliver of shoulder underneath that cascade of black hair. She finished dressing in record time, and as she quickly shoved the previous outfit into the empty bag, one of the reasons she preferred loose clothing became apparent in that she had little effort changing let alone doing so without the comfort of real privacy. She had exposed nothing up to the moment she donned the final piece.

"Ta-da," she ventured and turned to reveal the fruit of her coin, striking an over-the-top-pose. She didn't stay still long enough to wait for his opinion even if she had decided to ask how she looked.

"Hey, hey, you have a little something there," Tea told him, reaching for his chin as if she were going to pull something off of it, and instead bumped it almost teasingly as she flounced past him onto the street, tossing her hair over one shoulder. The hint of a smirk played at the corners of her mouth, and the rest of her words were a mix of island words laced with her accent, but ultimately sounded something to the effect of, "Yeah, my eyes are up here."

"Now," she began, placing her hands on her hips as they made their way toward the entrance to the tavern that was most likely the best-looking establishment in the area.

And she was not only going to try and get them a few rooms, but there was drinking to be done, if only to show up Leon. Gods be damned if she couldn't hold her liquor against that cocky, perverted... Her smile broadened when she stopped outside the doors.

"Here's my idea: you're my agent. I'm a performer from the Far East who only knows her native tongue, so you'll have to 'translate'," she said, gesturing with the first two fingers of each hand in mock quotations. "People are always fascinated by foreigners."

"Anyway, a group of important people will be coming to judge my performance and they will be expecting suitable room and board. If their guests love my performance, then the tavern pays our tab. It sounds fair enough, in theory, and who knows?" she added with a shrug. "They might even tip."

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Listening in to Theia’s words as he carefully watched her form in his kusarigama, Leon couldn’t help but keep that goofy grin on his face, responding promptly to her commentary regarding him. “Bit of an oxymoron there toots – If I’m desirable, then you have to like me. You’re just a little confused by your feelings; trust me, you’ll come to love your ‘Pah-Jew-Doh’ in time.” Despite the utmost confidence Leon had in his words, the smile finally made its way off of his face as Theia finished changing. How exactly she had managed to deny him a peep was beyond his comprehension, and the fact she had was evidenced by his quizzical frown. Truly, her shrewd-prude-tease nature was a taunt and challenge that the thief could not ignore. In fact, it almost seemed like she’d planned this whole scenario in advance to mess with him. Was he being played?

Scrutinising these thoughts in his head, the flamboyant return of the lady in question removed all doubt from Leon’s mind as he unashamedly ogled, his mouth returning to that lecherous, cocky smirk. Even if he was being taken for a chump, it was totally worth it at this point. His body language being the only compliment Theia would need, in a show of playful appreciation, Leon’s jaw was kindly helped off of the floor as she made her way past him, the mesmerised thief taking the time to examine this equally appreciated angle before chasing her rear. Keeping her pace, Leon almost missed when she stopped due to his distraction, but thankfully managed to step to the side and back as she spun to face him.

Folding his arms behind his head as he ‘listened’ to the twin melons saying… something? What was that? You want to be free? Well, Leon could certainly help with that… At least, until he felt a hand waving in his face, forcing him to look back up to Theia and the frown on her face. “You say something sweets?” He muttered, ignoring her complaints before she repeated her plan, causing him to shrug a little himself. “Whatever you say Deedee. Just keep on bouncing and I’m sure everything will work out.” With Leon’s ‘eloquent’ phrasing, it wasn’t quite clear whether he was talking to Theia or her chest…

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Tea's frown faded into the upturned corner of her mouth as she shook her head at Leon. Clearly distracted, he was doing a piss-poor job of hiding it, and she silently wondered whether there actually were any brains lodged in that skull of his. She crossed her arms and jutted her left hip to the side, allowing her posture and an arched brow to speak for themselves before she gave him an almost playful shove and whirled to face the entrance again, the coins and accouterments on her belt jingling and falling into place.

Theia glanced back, motioning in a reverse 'come-hither' for him to follow. The curve of her hips appeared to fall in line with the gesture, emphasized by her shift in weight as she climbed the short stair toward the tavern.

"Come on," she said, and called him something like 'pudo,' or 'buro', though the her slurred syllables and the way she rolled her R (or D) made it difficult to tell. "And try not to make me look foolish."