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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



â‚Ș Basics â‚Ș



|Full Name| Theia Raerithsu Female |Gender|

|Nicknames| (Tea,) 21 |Age|

|Alias| Talon Cogni |Species|



â‚Ș Physical Appearance â‚Ș



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.



â‚Ș Psychological Evaluation â‚Ș



|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.



â‚Ș General Equipment â‚Ș



|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.



â‚Ș Abilities & Talents â‚Ș



|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 naĂŻvetĂ© 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.



â‚Ș Personal History â‚Ș




|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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“But the competition
” Eve murmured, though she still sat up and took the captain, helping to hold her up over her shoulder and letting her ‘stand’. Though she could easily heft the captain into a proper lift, it certainly wasn’t a very flattering position for anyone, so out of respect for their leader; she’d drag her along as she was. As she shuffled back, Leon remained seated, looking over the spilled glasses with a sigh. And things had been going so well too
 Looked like there was no helping it though. He honestly couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to tap that. That’d be hypocritical.

Leaning back in his seat, Leon slammed a boot into the table top, popping his glass up into the air. Rolling backwards out of his chair, he flicked his seat airborne with a careful hook of his foot, catching it as he performed a fast spin, round housing the pre-launched drink clean across the table and into the forehead of the thug holding Theia. Finishing the spin like a hammer throw, the chair was tossed across the room, colliding firmly with the flunkies as Leon stopped, stumbling a little and catching himself before he fell over. Okay, that was hard enough when he wasn’t drunk – He wouldn’t be doing that again unless people wanted to see what he had for lunch.

Perhaps he was starting a fight that could’ve been resolved through other means, but Leon Cowen wasn’t known for his judgement skills even when sober. “To me, my lady!” Leon declared boldly as he stepped up onto the table, throwing his now drawn Kusarigama to Theia and attempting to rip her over to him with the chain weapon. His aim was a little off (Or on) however, landing cleanly between the sultry woman’s bosom, his hard pull causing a rip of a far different kind, along with sending the thief sprawling off the table and onto the floor as he put far too much weight in his pull. Groaning as he attempted to pull himself up from the ground, his ‘gallant’ deed was certainly not turning out entirely as he planned.

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By the time Theia realized he wasn't just going to bugger off and let her drink in peace, it was too late, and her discomfort gave way to a skip of her heart as her most basic instincts kicked in. But, before she could react, the scummy drunkard grabbed her.

"Hey!" she yelped when the man hoisted her out of her seat. She met the motley group with a snarl of defiance as he spun her around.

The seconds that followed became a blur of chaos and confusion. The brute suddenly let her go, and she instinctively pulled to one side, wincing at the resounding smack as a glass struck his forehead and crashed to the ground. She didn't look back in time to see what exactly happened after, but the words, "To me, my lady!" reached her ears, and she felt the tip of the chain catch only an instant before the force of Leon's tug tore her top clean off its straps. Tea's eyes went wide, and she barely managed to grab hold and clutch it against her with one hand before everything came spilling out.

"Leon Cowen!" It was probably the first, and likely the only time he would ever hear the musician shout his name, let alone while he was sprawled on his back. Still, despite his arrogance and whatever ulterior motives he might come up with later, she had to inwardly smile at his attempt at heroics, and she was the first to offer him her free hand to help him up.

Turning to Jasper, she dully came to the realization she was eventually going to have to let go of the skimpy, ripped fabric (not that it ever really covered much to begin with), and with a backward glance, she spent a moment or two contemplating, not on the embarrassment of the present situation, but just how she was going to use both hands to fight.

"Well..." she said aloud to the engineer, surprisingly coherent, if a bit deliberate in her enunciation.

But whether she was too inebriated to formulate her full thought into comprehensive words, or at a loss for the translation (likely a mixture of the two), she simply her expression speak for itself. Isn't this nice.

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This was fantastic! Obviously, Bright felt like she still had her stuff, given that the drunkard had already agreed to pay. And would you look at that sack of cash! The coin purse jingled a bit as he patted it, and a sly grin formed on the cat girl’s face, for what might’ve been the first time since she got that free fish. The rest would be easy. Have him buy you and himself a few more drinks, take him to a room upstairs after having him pay for it, then whack him hard enough on the back of the head as he undressed to ensure that he wouldn’t remember a darn thing. She couldn’t have planned the situation any better. Considering how easy this was, it felt too good to be true...

And sadly, it was. Not just a few moments later, Bright finally noted the three men who took to harassing Theia, who the feline might consider only competition in this regard of garnering attention from men, particularly drunk men looking for a good time. Unlike Bright, however, Theia didn’t seem to have the confidence to sneak these men into a room and clock them to steal their stuff. Though, even Bright would shy away from a group of three men without help, so she didn’t blame her, at least not for the moment. What happened after the group delivered an ultimatum to Theia was what really derailed everything, especially for Bright.

Bright’s attention was fully drawn to the other group once Theia was forced to her feet and spun around, and her cheerful personality façade faded away practically immediately, her mind quickly entering a more defensive state as a reaction to the stress. And though grabby hands moneybags continued to try to fondle her, she quickly began to try to push him away again, this time permanently. The incident before her could no longer be ignored. As much as it went against her normal modus operandi, and as much as she felt a bit of distain for her crew currently, it seemed like they might need her, it was her obligation to help them out when it was necessary.

Of course, while Leon and Theia made their stand as Eve dragged their currently sorry excuse for a captain away to safety, Bright ended up having her hands full as she tried to spring into action, unable to immediately come to her crew’s aid. As she went to get up, our dear friend, the fondling moron, yanked on her tail to bring her back down. He didn’t succeed, but the feline did turn around quickly, a scowl on her face as she gave him a mean look.

“...Oi. I tought I said I’d pay. Or is ye deaf or somethin’?” He asked, giving her a hard look through his alcoholic haze, completely unaware of the gravity of his current situation, the scowl indication he might be in for it. “If yer not gonna give it up to me even if I pay ye, then I’d best jest take it from ye instead...”

The dirty dastard got a perverted grin on his face as he rose from his seat, both hands raised and poised in the most apt place he knew, right at her chest. Before he could get a grip on them, however, he felt a hard swipe across his face, the cat girl immediately clawing the jerk on his cheek, a cat-like hiss coming from her as she did. Her whole body constricted as she fully went into a defensive state, and from here, she started to back up towards her other crew members.

Her assailant grabbed his face immediately, blood covering his hands as he held it, stammering swears and incoherent words as he stumbled backwards. Eventually, he let go, his blood stained hands revealing a trio of claw marks that ran down the side of his face, bleeding profusely. The pain was dulled fairly quickly due to the amount of alcohol in his system, and his hard stare went to one of extreme hatred.

“...ye
ye wench! Yeull pay for that!” He shouted. By this point, Bright had backed up far enough to have bumped into both Jasper and Theia, grinning as she looked over her shoulder briefly at them, not quite noticing Theia’s lack of decency at the moment.

“...Mind if you can fit at least one more scumbag to the group of miscreants we have to fend off?” She asked. And once she saw how ‘low cut’ Theia’s top had now become, the feline turned slightly red and turned around, chuckling as she remained more or less silent on the matter otherwise.

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It was pretty hard to tell whether Leon had ripped Theia's top by accident or on purpose, but with the thief losing his balance like that, it was clear the alcohol was starting to kick in. Nonetheless, Theia seemed to accept his assistance, such as it was. That and Jasper was glad he still had eyes. To lose one's sight would be a terrible thing indeed...

Ahem. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Potential bar fight. Yes. The engineer was about to go for the guy nearest to him when Bright made her way over to presumably join the fray.

“...Mind if you can fit at least one more scumbag to the group of miscreants we have to fend off?”

"Ah, not at all. The more the merrier, right?" Jasper replied nonchalantly, bracing himself for the imminent fight. Since he and Bright hadn't drunk any alcohol, they'd obviously have the advantages of sobriety. Still, depending on which other crew members could make themselves available (or even stand up straight) they could find themselves outnumbered.

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“Yes’m?” Leon asked as he slowly sat up, rubbing his back as he looked to Theia. From the tone and pitch, he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by saying his name like that. Perhaps it was embarrassment? And by that, I mean the kind where she’d prefer such actions, just not in public. By the cheeky grin on her face, and the way she extended her hand to meet his Leon couldn’t help but reflect it with his own smile. Climbing off the ground with her assistance, he vaguely noticed the fuzzy feline slip in amongst their ranks, another guy closing in behind them. So, it was a full party then. Well now, that made things fun.

“People, people please. May I have your attention. We can settle this like civilised men, no?” Leon gestured for their focus, taking a moment to tug off his shawl, holding it in front of Theia as he allowed her to take it. “I mean, I don’t want to get in a fight, so how about you take the two ladies and we’ll just leave?” Leon offered simply, and by his tone, it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or not. Regardless of that fact, he’d bought enough time for Theia to regain her modesty, and paying no heed to their agreement or refusal, he then grabbed Theia, thrusting her into the squad of ruffians. The next moment his Kusarigama flashed out, gripping a bannister above him before Leon himself came flying in, giving a shout for Theia to duck as he kicked out his feet into both the lead thugs. It seemed his ploy was to use Theia as another distraction – albeit, a more ravishing one, but there was probably only so much that she could take of being a damsel. Having floored two of the brutes once more, Leon pivoted, clocking another in the face before seeing the next nearest make a wide clothesline swing. Abandoning his dangling Kusarigama, Leon pulled out a Tonfa, blocking the blow with his blunt end before shoving his palm into the guy’s gut, crumpling him to the floor.

As another of the thugs closed in, Leon was about to club him before the leader, recovering from the kick to his face, wrapped a hand around Leon’s ankle, pulling the thief to the floor hard. Cringing a bit, Leon opened his eyes to see a brute above him, short and sharp knife drawn as he plunged it towards the hero and obvious main character to the story (Which means he will inevitably be saved
 right?)...

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Character Portrait: Tawny Alfore Character Portrait: Senka Imoulette Character Portrait: Leon Cowen Character Portrait: Theia Raerithsu Character Portrait: Eve Character Portrait: Bright Fayline
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Senka had never enjoyed the bar scene very much. In his hometown, there had been a bar or two, and he had gone inside with Raisa once on a dare. The muggy, warm air coupled with the smell of sweaty men and alcohol had been enough to turn him away, and the actions of the drunkards enough to keep him away. After that one misadventure in the bar, Raisa and he agreed to never set foot in another bar again.

However, it turns out that pirates like bars. That much Senka picked up shortly after setting out to find a crew. The best place to find pirates by far was the nearest bar to a port. So, while searching for a crew to join, Senka had set foot in several of these nefarious establishments. While they all had certain factors that made them alike, namely booze and the drunkards who consumed it, it turns out that each bar is different in its own special way.

As Senka sat back in his chair, he looked around the room that he currently found himself in, analyzing. It was unlike any place he had been before: loud and smelly, but not in an off-putting way. There was a certain warmth in the air that wasn’t stifling – it was more cozy than anything. It was different, he finally concluded, visiting a place like this with others. His crewmates who sat around the table were contributing heavily to the volume of the room with their jesting and merrymaking. As the drink began to flow between them and the chattering became more and more humorous, Senka sank further back into his chair with a slight smirk on his face. He took out one of his books and browsed the pages, unable to concentrate enough in this environment to do any real studying.

He was predominately left out of the conversation, both because he was a bit distanced from the group and because the discussion quickly turned to the drinking contest. Senka only ever drank moderately, never more than a glass of something at a time, so there was no way he would participated in such a competition. However, as Jasper had mentioned earlier that day, it would be interesting to watch. Still smirking, Senka reached out for his glass and took a small sip while his eyes darted between the others.

Theia and Leon were blustering at each other over the contest, throwing bets and dares out with inflated confidence in their ability. Captain Tawny was participating as well, although in a less out-spoken manner. Jasper was sitting back as well, talking with Eve and watching the performance. The only one besides him not interested in the upcoming contest was Bright, who also was slightly distanced from the group. She too seemed to prefer watching the events rather than participating. Once again, Senka felt like he and Bright were more alike than different. For the third or fourth time that day, he felt like going over and chatting with her. In the end, her calm demeanor dissuaded him from bothering her with his presence. Instead, he took another sip of his drink and went back to his book, relying on his hearing to keep up with the status of the game.

After more discussion and bantering, poor Eve was dragged into the game as well. Senka felt bad for the girl. Whether she could actually hold her drink or not, she was being yanked around by the others. They were getting too caught up in this, Senka thought wryly. He decided to root for Eve, although quietly. As the first drinks came out, Senka looked up to see the results. The possibilities were just too intriguing.

The first round went easily for everyone, and more so for Eve. The girl downed her entire container of brew in one go, practically. Thoroughly surprised and more than a bit amused, Senka resigned himself to watching how exactly this one unfolded. The competition didn’t progress much further, however. Only a few more rounds were downed before a few drunken men invaded the crew’s space. Several of the men went for Theia while one other went to pester Bright. Senka’s smile faded, and he sunk back into his chair, tight-lipped, watching the men carefully. He watched them all, though his eyes tended to focus on Bright’s assailant more than the others.

The man only spluttered a few word’s before lunging at Bright with his hands, reaching to feel her up. While the man groped her, Senka’s hands clenched around his book as he prepared to retaliate against the intruder. Bright shoved off the man’s hands, but didn’t move away. Rather, after a moment’s hesitation, she leaned towards the man and whispered at him suggestively. Amid the general roar of the bar room, Senka was barely able to make out what she said: ”
I don’t cater to patrons who don’t pay in some fashion.”

Senka stared in shock at the cat woman. Of anything, he hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know Bright personally, but the knowledge that she operated that way came as a surprise. Sure, Bright was an attractive woman – very attractive, even – and pirate women were known for participating in other, less reputable activities, but she just hadn’t seemed the type. Feeling, for a completely unknown reason, hurt, Senka turned his eyes from the cat woman to the other three men. He was not interested in watching what happened next.

The men who went after Theia, however, we not being received as well. In fact, they were being turned down quite thoroughly, to point of inciting their anger. Sure enough, the men suddenly jerked Theia out of her chair and started to drag her way. Just as Senka started to rise, a glass flew from the table to hit the man who held Theia. As Senka stood, he turned to look at Leon, grinning, The man acted fast, certainly. When Leon jumped atop the table, though, Senka’s appraisal turned to worry, especially when he threw his chain weapon at Theia. As luck – and Leon’s innate perverseness (who knew that spirit infected his weapons as well?) – would have it, the chain did little more than rip Theia’s top off. As Leon fell off the table and Theia tried to cover her chest with the shredded remains of her top, Senka could only stare blankly at the scene.

At least it had started well


In the resulting confusion, Eve escorted a thoroughly drunken Tawny away from the scene and the remaining crewmembers formed up. As the thugs rallied, everyone prepared for a fight. Even Bright quickly appeared at their back, brining with her yet another threat in the form of her thug. Senka smiled just a bit at her appearance; turns out she hadn’t gone upstairs with him after all.

Senka started to take off his coat, intending to hand it over to Theia for her convenience, but was beat to the punch by Leon. Again, Senka remarked at how fast Leon was and threw his coat to the side. Just as he was getting ready to unsheathe the blade at his side, Senka’s attention was drawn to Leon as he spoke out to the group of thugs. In a loud voice, he said, “People, people please. May I have your attention. We can settle this like civilised men, no?” Following that, he offered to hand over the two girls, causing Senka to stare, open-mouthed at the man. “Wha-What the? Leon, are you crazy?” Senka started to say, but didn’t get much of a chance to call Leon out before the blonde shoved Theia towards the men.

That wasn’t all, however, as Leon suddenly used his Kusarigama to swing towards the distracted men, knocking them down. In a flash, Leon was scuffling with the three men, proving to be quite good at close combat.

“Tch, so that’s was his plan,” Senka muttered under his breath. “So inconsiderate
”

Deciding to help Leon, Senka started towards the fray, but was stilled in place when one of the men suddenly subdued Leon on the ground, and took out a knife. Panicking at the sight of the weapon which would no doubt end up sticking in Leon’s chest, Senka cursed. He quickly raised a hand up to his face, a plan already forming in his head. A heartbeat or two later, and Senka’s form started to shift. He grew slightly taller and more muscular, his skin darkening as his hair turned blonde. A second later, and in Senka’s place stood an exact copy of Leon, but in Senka’s clothes.

In a voice that sounded exactly like Leon’s, from pitch to the innate touch of sarcasm, Senka called out to them men. “Yo, idiots! Where are you guys looking? I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Sure enough, the thug paused, holding the knife just above Leon’s torso. He looked up at Senka and did a double take, looking back down at the person he had pinned and up at the guy in front of him. The man was drunk, but was he drunk enough to be seeing double like this?

Senka didn’t give the man a chance to figure out, as he lunged forward and kicked the thug away from Leon. Making use of Leon’s speed, he reached out and grabbed Leon’s hand, jerking him away from the mess of thugs. Once they were out of range, Senka helped Leon stand, supporting him by putting Leon’s arm around his shoulder. “Oi, Leon,” Senka said steadily, still an exact replica of the actual Leon. “Are you alright?”

The thugs stared at the two of them, thoroughly confused. Did this guy have a twin? What was going on? Senka smirked slightly, glad that his plan had worked. No one is easier to confuse than a bunch of drunken thugs, after all.

Distracted or not, though
the battle wasn’t quite over yet.

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Bright was about to protest as Leon attempted to offer her and Theia up to the thugs, taking the thief’s act serious, but it didn’t take long before she realized the blonde haired moron was actually just joking. As he shoved his damsel towards the brutes and made a rather spectacular showing of deftness and maneuverability, the cat girl watched in awe as he leveled the opposition in several fell swoops, swinging himself to what seemed would be an easy victory. Or at least, so she thought. Leon might have had some quickness and a lot of cunning, but apparently he didn’t have much strength as of now. The leader of the group of band of drunken hoodlums had already recovered, grabbing Leon and pinning him down so that one of his comrades could attempt to finish him off.

Our feline friend, who was entirely unaware of Senka’s disbelief and judgment over her previous actions, was surprised when the gangly looking pale man in question finally began to stir. Sure, he’d been here the whole time, but the fellow never really made so much as a peep or a move since they got there, aside from the occasional fidget or small shift. In any case, as he watched his crewmates struggle in the ensuing bar brawl, it seemed he couldn’t sit idly by any longer. Rising from his seat and heading towards Leon, putting his hand to his face as something that Bright would consider rather horrifying began to occur. Quickly, Senka’s whole body started to shift, and in a very short amount of time, an exact copy of Leon stood where Senka had been before. Bright blinked a couple of times, her shock causing her a bit of paralysis as she watched the scene unfold.

The shapeshifting freak managed to push Leon’s assailants off of him, and given how creepy it was to see two Leons at the same time (both because of how weird it was and due to her general dislike for the thief), she could fully understand why the rest of the bar, including her crew’s opposition, was distracted currently. After giving her head a good shake to snap her out of her temporary mental paralysis, she looked to Jasper.

“C’mon. Let’s finished what they...erm...we started,” she said with a bit of a playful grin. Because of all the action, it would seem to an outside view that the feline was slightly slipping into her alternate personality, managing somehow to enjoy the brawl. Either that, or she simply enjoyed beating the crap out of ne’er-do-wells no matter what the circumstance. It was a bit difficult to tell.

After extending her claws, Bright charged forward with the engineer at her side, and while Jasper was content on just shoving and pushing the ruffians down, the feline decided to take a different approach. Using her claws, she began to rip into her foes, aiming specifically for their hands, as to disarm any weapons from them, and at their faces, in order to effectively take them out of the fight, as it would surely cause even the drunkest of men to recoil in pain or shock. The feline became a flurry of movement as she went into a small frenzy, taking out several of the thugs, and after she'd made sure a decent portion of her crew members' threats were taken out, she panted as she stood over her beaten and battered opponents, blood staining the tips of her claws. The scene looked far worse than it actually was, mostly since the blood did add a slightly psychotic touch. It most likely frightened the remaining attackers as they stared at her, but also may have slightly upset her fellow crew members as well.

From here, she managed a nervous smirk to compensate. “Maybe I overdid it a little,” she managed to say to, well, whoever of her crew was listening, any of them probably a little shocked at the scene, to say the least. “But I did what I needed to, nothing more, promise. And uh...they’ll be fine. Probably. Eventually, anyways...”

She doubted that any of her crew members knew she had something like this in her. Heck, she didn't really know she did either. She'd gotten into fights before, sure, and she dealt with it here as she normally did in the past, but she'd never had so many assailants like this, nor was it in a circumstance such as this. After all, in those cases she was alone, where there was no one to judge her. Gradually getting more embarrassed by her own actions as she thought them through, she tried to shy away for the moment as she felt her crewmates' eyes upon her, perceiving them to be judging her quite harshly at this point...

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There was only so much Theia could take of being tossed, spun, and passed around the room before she finally had enough. Ducking Leon's Kusarigama, she managed to extract herself from the fray long enough to get her bearings while the boys so valiantly fought. She caught a glimpse of Senka in the corner of her eye, the aether surrounding his form shifting almost imperceptibly, as very little dark matter was required to alter one's shape, since shapeshifters changed by altering physical matter. Tea was taken more by surprise at his appearance than his actual ability, though his choice made sense as he helped Leon out of his predicament. Soon, even Bright joined the fight, tearing through the drunkards with wild abandon.

With her more ample assets safely wrapped inside the thief's shawl, Theia took a less direct role, choosing instead to focus her mental energy on what little aether she could see in the room. It wasn't hidden, merely in lesser concentrations where greater quantities of matter were present. But, there was enough to have a little fun. Giving a little chuckle, she stared at one of the chair legs behind the group of drunkards, merely obtaining an imprint of the leg, and with an unnecessary flick of her wrist usually reserved for aether-wielding amateurs, she willed the leg to drop just enough to trip them and give her friends an advantage. At a glance, she appeared to be doing very little, and got away with tripping up the bastards a few times, until one tried to come up to her and take advantage of her apparent lack of interest in the fight. He stumbled no more than two steps before she punched him squarely in the face and sent him sprawling with a look of shock on her face at her own strength.

Then, things got sloppy. With new found confidence, and gross underestimation of her sobriety, the musician threw a few punches at anyone who came too close, even going so far as to drive a pointed bronze toe into one of the attackers. She "telekinetically" toppled a table here, accidentally tripped some bystander there by crossing his shoelaces with one of the brawlers, and managed to knock over a few glasses in the process... All while standing at a relatively safe distance from the group and giggling to herself in between her murmurs of "Oopsies," followed by a slur of island expletives.

While she outwardly appeared to be no more than a little tipsy and doing nothing more than defending herself from an onslaught, it would be clear to anyone aware of what she was really doing that she was getting a bit careless with her abilities. At last, her grand finale came when she caused one of the rowdy patrons who'd gotten involved for the fun of it to slip on a wet napkin and knock over an empty bar stool.

Another man whom Jasper had thrown off his balance fell backward and landed heavily onto the stool leg with a loud exclamation of pain that described a very uncomfortable position in which he now sat. Tea giggled impishly in spite of herself and clapped her hands together in obvious delight.

"And that," she said to the nearest person, interrupting herself with a small hiccup as she threw a finger toward the upside down stool, "is how you can fit four gay men onto a single bar stool."

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He’d been unlucky. The fat-man on the ground had managed to catch him off guard, and now it looked like he was on the operating table. As the knife plunged downward, Leon shifted his hand sfast, using both to catch the wrist of his assailant in an attempt to keep his impeccable pecs perfect. This was his favourite (See ‘only’) shirt, so the thief was more than a little dismayed as the knife pierced it a little. At least he knew that knife wasn’t just for show.

“Yo, idiots! Where are you guys looking? I’m right here, ain’t I?” From his position on the ground, both Leon and his attacker looked up towards the source. For Cowen, he was greeted with the upside down image of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his life. The chiselled chin. The fabulous eyes. Skin of just the right tone, and golden locks of hair that rivalled the natural charm of the sun. My god, this man was perfect. Leon was a connoisseur of women and many other fine things, but even Leon had to admit he was awe struck by this man. Naturally, that was because it was him, and the thief-gone-pirate was vain to the point of narcissism. He had his sexual preferences, but in THAT form, Senka was making it hard to be convinced of them.

In the moment of the double take, Leon met the eyes of the thug, exchanging looks of confusion as he literally gave a shrug – Right as Senka delivered a swift kick to the man’s jaw, prying him off. Helped from his position on the floor, despite his obsession with the appearance of his saviour, Leon somehow managed to piece together who his rescuer was based on the clothing. Still, he’d never needed rescuing – or rather, in a round-about way, his amazing good looks had rescued himself. Damn, he was twice as awesome as he thought. Helped aside by Leontwo-Nah, that was lame
 Doubleon! Perfect! Anyway, Doubleon supported Leon as he caught his breath, inquiring if he was alright. Leon ignored that question, and moved on to more pressing ones.

“Damn man, why don’t you do that way more often? You’d get way more girls looking like that then yourself. Hey, come to think of it, what else can you change into? See, there was this lady I met once and I didn’t get to see-“ Leon went off on a bit of a questionable tangent at that point that would likely have made Senka uncomfortable. Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t much of an escape as the rest of the crew made swift work of the remaining drunkards. In fact, was there more of them then before? Leon couldn’t tell amongst the scratched faces, tripped fools and bruised mugs. Ah well, a job well done by the Great and Mighty Leon!

“Good work my minions, I’m glad you followed my lead.” Leon stated proudly, stepping up to them. Bright seemed to suddenly have second thoughts about maiming their eyes, though with ugly fools like these, he couldn’t imagine why. “This is what happens when you mess with the Great and Mighty Leon’s harem!” Haughtily laughing, many people went to interrupt Leon at that point, though few would have noticed the quiet voice of Eve, having returned from upstairs with a sleeping and drooling Tawny on her back.

“Um
 Sorry to interrupt, but the owner had me return the keys and told me that we’re never to show our faces around here ever again. I told him we’d buy masks, but he slammed the door in my face after that
” Eve wasn’t sure if anyone heard her amongst their complaints to Leon, so she calmly and quietly repeated herself until someone took notice. It seemed the crew might have to head back to the ship for the night anyway, and it was none surprising given the damage and ruckus they’d caused to the bar. For Leon however, a number of good things and memories had formed, but perhaps most importantly


Firmly planting both arms on Doubleon’s shoulders, Leon stared him down in the eyes. “My friend, I don’t normally ask this of people, but you’re the only man I can trust to do the job. Doubleon, you’re like a brother to me – and as brothers, we must make sacrifices for each other. Therefore, I leave this to you.” Turning Senka around quickly, Leon gave him a short, sharp shove towards the transgendered barwo(man), before rapidly sprinting out into the street. No matter what Theia had planned for him, he could only hope and pray Doubleon would live after it was all done.

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With all the racket going down in at tavern, the dear captain found it no harder to safely pass out – Although not entirely – and let Eve carry her around the building. Tawny only slurred a few protesting words when the little Eve was met with the owners.. Er, disapproving gaze and asked her and the drooling captain to leave, with the rest of their band, in a not-so-polite manner.

Only after the young tag-along (Or in this case Tawny's caretaker.) had arrived back at the others, carrying Tawny on her back, did the pirate captain barely wake. Eyes met blurred images of beaten and bruised patrons knocked down on the floor, and then gazing at the crew who were... Discussing things? Tawny couldn't be assed – Nor was she able – to follow it completely-

Wait a toe stubbing second! Were there two Leons? A- A Doubleon? With her usual slurring and vague directional movements, Tawny pointed and gasped at the twins. “Oi... How're two of'ya...?” Didn't seem right, since when did Leon clone himself? Or for that matter, why- Actually, that question needn't be answered. There we more pressing matter, however, they were being kicked out.

As Eve repeated herself a bit louder than before, Tawny made attempts to back her up. “Ya! We've been kicked out.” It wasn't helping that Tawny still hadn't recovered. Maybe a certain, other unofficial superior could lead the flock...?

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It had been Senka’s intention to rescue Leon from harm, then rejoin the fray and assist his other comrades. He was thankfully successful in completing the first phase of that plan, saving Leon from misfortune at the hands of the thug. However, the second part of his hastily made strategy did not pan out.

As Senka stood back and supported Leon, he watched as the other crew members began to lash out on their own. Everyone participated: Bright slashing at her foes with her razor sharp claws, making a particularly violent scene; Jasper struck down his fair share of enemies with his hands and feet, proving surprisingly apt at fighting the inebriated thugs; Theia appeared to be playing her own part, hitting anyone who strayed too close, but also lashing out against enemies with powers which Senka could not entirely discern.

After a few short minutes, the floor was littered with thugs beaten down in a variety of ways. In fact, Senka realized with trepidation, there seemed to be many more bodies on the floor than there had been thugs originally. Had more ruffians rushed to the aid of their brothers-in-beer? Or, had others been caught in the cross-fire of this little scrap?

Glancing around the lace fearfully, Senka realized that the crew had turned the once peaceful barroom into battlefield. Well, at least no one had been hurt, right?

Senka was drawn out of his evaluation of the scene by Leon’s sudden barrage of questioning. The boisterous man hadn’t even moved from the spot yet, transfixed as he was by Senka’s current appearance. Shocked at the gleam in the man’s eyes, Senka promptly stepped away from him.

”Damn man, why don’t you do that way more often? You’d get way more girls looking like that then yourself,” Leon said, much to Senka’s chagrin. But, before he could respond that he was quite content with his own appearance, Leon had moved on. “Hey, come to think of it, what else can you change into? See, there was this lady I met once and I didn’t get to see-“ he continued, insinuating things that both made Senka’s ears burn in embarrassment and heart drop in fear. Just what was this guy planning? For the first time ever, Senka felt truly afraid for his safety in the presence of Leon.

Senka was spared from Leon’s intents for the moment, however, when the thief diverted his attention to the rest of the crew. In his usual ‘Leon’ way, he started talking with the rest of the crew, otherwise known as “his minions”. Shaking his head minutely in awe at just how screwed up this guy was, Senka started to carefully remove himself from Leon’s immediate vicinity. Backwards he stepped, lithely tiptoeing over collapsed thugs, until he was out of the spotlight.

Believing himself to be safe for the moment, Senka leaned against a far wall, back out of the spotlight as he preferred. As he watched the remaining crewmembers take stock of the situation, Senka allowed his customary half-grin to slip onto his face. Leon’s face, however, made it pointedly more pompous looking, and Senka felt the sudden burning urge to get the hell out of Leon’s body.

Just as he’d been about to return to his previous form, Eve reentered the room, carrying a rather smashed Captain Tawny on her back. Interrupted by this new development, Senka stopped and tried to make out what Eve was trying to say over the haughty laughter of his “twin”.

Unable to make out even a single word of the message which Eve was saying seemingly on repeat, Senka started to inch his way over towards the girl. Once he finally understood what it was she was saying, Senka couldn’t help but to cover his face with one hand. Oh, this crew was doomed to terrible misfortune and idiocy, of that much Senka was certain. Not only had they gotten involved in a rather nasty fight, now they were being thrown out of the bar?

Still in the midst of solemnly contemplating the fate of the crew, Senka was caught off guard when Tawny suddenly woke up and called out. In her obviously drunk state, she had to be completely confused, no doubt partially because there were still two Leons.

“Oi... How're two of'ya...?” the captain asked, point an inquisitive finger directly at Senka, causing the impostor to glance worriedly down at himself. He hadn’t changed back! But, Leon still hadn’t noticed him. There was still time!

Just as Senka started to panic, he felt two hands clamp firmly on his shoulders. Practically jumping out of his skin (or was it Leon’s?), Senka turned his head to see the face of the person he wanted to see least in the entire world: Leon.

“My friend, I don’t normally ask this of people, but you’re the only man I can trust to do the job. Doubleon, you’re like a brother to 
Therefore, I leave this to you,” Leon said, in what came off as complete sincerity. Senka was struck by the sheer absurdity of the situation, but had no time to process a response at all as he was suddenly thrown in the direction of a certain bartender. The last thing Senka heard before he was subjected to the torture that was Jackie was the hurried sound of Leon fleeing the bar.


Senka stood on the shore where the group was anchored, struggling to catch his breath. He was back to his normal appearance, with a few exceptions. He was in a terrible state: disheveled and ripped clothes, messy hair, and lacking his outer coat, Senka looked as if he’d fought off the entire group of thugs by himself. Which, coincidentally, was just what getting away from Jackie had felt like.

Prying himself from the hands of that horrible woman
man
thing, had taken all of Senka’s strength. He’d been run out of the bar, unable to retrieve any of his things from the crew’s table, and chased as far as the town limits. Just as he’d finally made it to the last stretch of land before the beach, his assailant had stopped his/her/its pursuit of him. The last sight Senka got of the maniac was a hand on a hip, the other outstretched and waving farewell, and a voice singsong-ing terms of endearment.

Once he’d finally caught his breath, Senka looked up at the ship, hatred burning in his eyes. “Leon, I will make you pay for this. I swear on all that is sacred and holy, you will never escape my wrath!”

Grinning wickedly, Senka began to climb the ship’s rigging as ideas for revenge already started to form in his head. He was suddenly struck by the most devilish of them all, and paused halfway up the ship’s side to reflect on it. Deciding that it was completely worth it, Senka hooked one arm through the rope and raised the other to his face as his form began to shift for the second time that night, into the shape of a being more evil than the devil himself.

As a breeze blew across the ocean and stirred the masts of the ship, a slight frame pulled itself over the railing of the ship and plopped on the ship’s deck. In an instantly recognisable voice, the Jackie clone called out loud enough to reach Leon no matter where he was on the ship. “Oh Leon-Cutie!~ I’m heeeeere!~ Senka told me you’d be here, so there’s no use hiding!~”

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Jasper was pretty miffed at being thrown out of the pub for causing a disturbance, but even though the drunks had started it all, more havoc was made by Cap'n Tawny's finest, and it was for that reason the group in question were sent away. Since the Captain herself was... unavailable, it fell upon the First Mate to sort things out. Oh, goody.

Within minutes the crew members who were too drunk to properly walk were supported by those who were more sober. Jasper, supporting Tawny, couldn't help but wonder what was taking Senka so long in getting out of the pub. The engineer's question was answered when the man burst out of the door and ran for it like the devil was at his heels. The rest of them decided to get back to the ship too, albeit at a much slower pace.

After getting Tawny to her room, Jasper went to his own for the night. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, now that their adventures were truly beginning...

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That certainly wasn't the best start they could've had for their amazing adventures, but it was only the tip of a massive, ship-sinking iceberg. The evening passed peacefully and without another major racket, everyone throwing themselves to bed to rest up for an early sail, off to their next adventurous adventure.

The next morning, Tawny, with zero recollection of the wrecking night before, took the ropes and got them to their next destination. – Well, whatever island would show itself in their sights. That island would be Cabalt, a mountainous island. Well, “mountainous”, the island is in and of itself a sole spire formed by centuries of eruptions from the giant volcano that is the centre point of the landscape. Its base was filled with tall pine-trees, and one measly little town.

As the ship had safely been docked, Tawny headed down below to look for her personal repairsman. Jasper had informed her of “complications” with her arm that needed immediate care before anything important would break.

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At some point in the morning, Theia finally stirred from a heavily alcohol-induced sleep. When she tried to roll out of bed, she found the covers pulled tightly, and after a minute or two of struggling managed to disentangle herself from her bedding and stand on top of a pile of clothes - what looked to be the remains of her attire from the night before along with a single stocking - strewn across the floor. With a yawn and great, sinuous stretch, the musician stumbled past the mirror toward her wardrobe and caught a glimpse of her reflection. Well, look at you, she thought with a smile, placing her hands on her hips and striking a little pose. She'd crawled into bed less than half-dressed and wearing the thief's shawl loosely tied around herself in such a way it haphazardly covered her form. She blew on the disheveled tuft of her hair, uncovering her left eye, and leaned in the mirror.

Seeing her puffy eyes, she did a double take. "Ugh, I need a bath. I knew I should have skipped out on that last beer." Turning aside to avoid her reflection, she opened a drawer and dug inside to piece together something respectable enough to show up on deck with. "Gods only know what I did last night," she said, and set about putting on clothes rather sluggishly, muttering in her native tongue as she struggled with the garments as if they were reluctant to comply with her efforts.

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Leon groaned. It was a deep, painful groan of abysmal aggravation. Last night was very much an exhausting affair – Between the struggle at the bar, a hangover, and being chased out the portside window of his room by Senka (Leon was well aware of who it was chasing him, but that didn’t make the advances any less terrifying), Leon had spent the early hours of the morning drying off from his ‘swim’, and the latter half constantly paranoid of another attack from either Theia or Senka. As such, he was tired, grumpy, and had a huge headache. Life sucked. So where was he at the moment? Well


Hanging from the side of the ship, swaying in the breeze, the makeshift sling from his kusarigama and the ship’s anchor chain wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it’d done him the job of escaping the doppleganger witch and getting a little shut eye. Still, it left the thief with a nasty kink in his back – And the rising sun had quickly managed to rouse him; an unwelcome event, even if the view was particularly breathtaking. Shifting slightly as the chains jingled, he wasn’t sure if anyone knew where he was, and that was perfectly fine be him for the moment. Still, there was only so long the great Leon could go without food – and more importantly, praise, admiration and attention. Unhooking his Kusarigama as best he could and sliding a little down the chain, rather than climbing back up on deck, Cowen decided to take a shortcut.

Moving to the nearest window on the ship, Leon quickly pried it open, slipping through with the silent ease of a master burglar. What he was greeted with definitely brightened up his morning from the dingy way it started, Leon appreciating this view far more than the sunset. Slowly, subtly, Leon snuck around, standing directly behind Theia as she made each motion about her room, the mimicry keeping him completely out of sight. Finally, an opening was made far too tempting for the thief to remain silent. “Oh trust me, I know every detail as lucidly as the curves on your body.” Taking Theia’s referral to god to mean himself, the blasphemous Leon ducked and moved behind her as she turned, remaining out of sight and avoiding the wrath of the woman in front of him. “By the way, I charge interest on these sorts of things. How about you make me some breakfast and we’ll call it even?” Leon grabbed his shawl from off the woman’s shoulders, tugging it free before dodging what was likely a swipe at his head, hopping to the door this time as he gave a salute.

“Top of the morning to ya too. See ya in the dining hall with my meal – Oh, and go with the black pair today, they tres magnifique! “ Leon hurriedly and wisely ducked through the door and closed it, avoiding whatever may have been thrown at him as he strode down the hall and towards the kitchen. Who was he kidding? Life was good~!




The night was finally gone, and morning had arrived throughout the ship. In her readings, Eve had come across numerous nocturnes claiming the beauty, peace and tranquility of the evening. And though she couldn’t deny that the night sky was incredible
 The cold darkness of the black sky was completely different to her. As the others slept and dreamed, she was left to ponder herself and the world - reminded of her differences, and hurt by the dull ache of loneliness. She’d never slept since she’d awoken, or at least, not that she could remember. Every night she’d simply wander the ship like a ghost, listening to the waves and wind. She’d stop to read every now and again, but the truth of the matter was that she’d read most everything she owned, and didn’t want to be a burden on the others by constantly asking for more. Sometimes, she’d sit and watch the others – She wasn’t sure if they knew, since she tried to be as quiet as possible – and simply admire them dreaming. And occasionally, she’d even go so far as to imagine that was her. She wondered what it was like to sleep. What it was like to dream. Did it feel good? Did it hurt? What would she dream about?

Normally when she got worried about this sort of thing, she’d have Leon to wake and speak with – And to his credit, he never seemed to mind or complain – He was even so nice as to explain what he’d been dreaming of so she could experience it too. But
 With the disappearance of the thief for the night, she’d been left alone once more. So when the sun finally rose for the day, she was up and about, darting about the ship eagerly as she looked for who’d be the first to rise. Normally, people would come to the kitchen, because they were hungry – She’d learned that herself, not that it was a concern for her – and so she’d eagerly wait in the dining room with one of her books, pretending that she was mid-way through the book and not simply waiting on them. But then
 No one came. She frowned a little, setting her book down as she got up. Why weren’t they up? They were normally up by now. Maybe not the lazier ones on the ship, but the rest surely?

Marching out from the dining room, she began trying to hunt them down, not able to comprehend that perhaps the big night had drained them for the day. Finally though, her persistence was rewarded as she spotted a cluster of the crew chatting. Attempting to walk, but turning it into a swift motion, she quickly moved into speaking range, catching wind of their conversation. Not one to interrupt , she simply patiently watched and observed Bright, Senka and Tawny. Chances are, Tawny would need help making food for everyone, so she’d wait until the Captain asked her to come along and assist. Until then, she got to be happy once more. The night wasn’t a good thing. The day was far brighter.

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Senka was pleased to hear that the ship did indeed have fishing equipment; it would have been a real shame if he had gone through all the trouble of bothering Tawny for the tools if they didn’t even had any. Still, Senka was not quite as familiar with the ship as he should be; likely because, instead of exploring, he spent most of his free time studying in his room. That’s why Senka actually didn’t know the storage room Tawny was referring to. Before he could actually ask, however, Tawny dismissed him, obviously not considering the possibility that his answer could have been no.

He started to head towards the stairs that would bring him below the deck to begin his thorough search of the ship when he was stopped by an additional comment from Tawny. Actually, it was more of a question, he realized, as she motioned to her hair inquisitively. With a slight smirk, Senka reached up with one hand to pull a strand of his now-blonde hair and pull it before his eyes.

“Mm, the blonde is just a, umm, leftover of last night’s activities,” Senka said good-naturedly. “I briefly transformed into someone with this color, and must’ve
forgotten to change it back.”

He’d just finished his rather vague description of his changed coloration (he thought it best to leave out the part about tormenting poor Leon; a part of him did feel somewhat bad for doing that) when Bright piped up again and walked towards him. Once again proving to be much more apt to get up close to people than usual, Bright leaned forward and reached up, tapping him on the temple.

“It’s okay, though, Senka,” she said, smiling just as cutely as before. “Even though all that other stuff might change, you’re still the same person in here, right?”

Senka couldn’t help but to look away from Bright’s face in embarrassment. He was more prepared for the onset of cuteness this time, and kept a tighter control on his blushing; still, he reddened slightly and smiled somewhat meekly. He muttered something that was probably a “thanks”, but likely not-understandable (unless, perhaps, cat ears are much better at picking up mutters).

Blessedly, this awkward moment did not last as long as the first, as Bright retracted just as suddenly as she had come. With an outcry of enthusiasm, she informed him that she knew where there poles were and would fetch them. Normally, Senka would be opposed to sending a lady to get anything from any sort of storage room, but two things prevented him from objecting. First, he wasn’t sure where the poles were himself. Second, Bright took off with incredible speed, so quickly that Senka had no chance to object even if he wanted to.

It seemed that Bright really did know where the poles were, as she reappeared with as much haste as she had left, the tools in hand. She gave one to Senka with a smile, and then started off towards the railing of the ship to get off. Once again, she moved quick enough that Senka didn’t really have enough time to say anything to her either way.

Still, Senka followed after Bright anyway, an incredulous smile on his face. Strange though she was, Bright was proving to be quite interesting. In fact, she was acting in a way that brought him back to many summer afternoons back home; it seemed like just yesterday there was a different girl dragging him along just as involuntarily. With that mellowing-thought, Senka put one foot in front of the other and started to follow.

Or at least, he tried to. He’d barely put his outstretched foot on the deck before a force yanked him backwards with enough force to destabilize him. In a flash, Senka found himself backpedaling and relieved of his fishing pole. To his surprise, he saw Leon in all of his smugness standing in front of him.

“Sorry sport, but you ain’t getting any fish, particularly this one, if you catch my drift,” said Leon with plenty of his usual sarcasm. Senka bristled a bit from the implications of Leon’s words. He most certainly was not trying to “catch” Bright! However, it seemed that not allowing him to reply was going to be a running theme today, as Leon too started to speak over him. He mentioned something about Senka’s hair, and then basically told him to go and see Theia instead of following Bright like he’d intended.

Without much waiting for him to respond or question about why Theia, who Senka had had almost zero interaction with before, wanted to see him, Leon started to leave to chase after Bright. Quite confused about what just happened, but very certain that Leon was once again trying to push off a less-desirable task onto him.

Still, Senka wasn’t quite certain where to proceed from here. He could listen to Leon, once again, and just go and search for Theia. As he previously recalled, though, he didn’t have much experience with Theia, nor did he have much of a relationship with her. So, he really didn’t see much of a point to going to visit her


He otherwise could just ignore Leon and go with Bright anyway. That seemed the more reasonable course of action, considering that was what he had been about to do before the arrival of Leon. The presence of the thief would certainly be an annoyance, but he was going to catch the fish – not talk to Bright – anyway.

So, he straightened up and brushed himself off, then started to chase after the rapidly retreating Bright anyway. He waved goodbye to the crewmembers that were still on the ship, and said a silent apology to Theia, on the off chance that she actually had wanted to see him.

Senka jumped up on the railing of the ship and started a rapid slide down the side, only intermittently clutching at the rigging to try and stop his descent. He managed to reach the shore with good time and only a few burns to his hands, not harming his ankle as he did the last time.

Since he was rushing, Senka managed to catch up to Bright and Leon quickly. When he caught up, Senka reached over and flicked Leon on the shoulder. With an aggravated tone, he said, “Next time, don’t try and leave me behind so easily, Leon. I’m just here to catch some fish, after all.” After turning his attention from Leon, he looked ahead at the form of Bright, still swishing her fishing pole. Remembering then that Leon took his, Senka reached over and snatched it from the Thief’s hands. “And that’s my pole, thanks
” Then, sighing slightly at the now-bothersome situation he was in, Senka braced himself for the coming adventure.