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Isabella6Storm4 said:
For a split second, Raven’s brow furrowed before he brought his eyes up to meet Ember's and there they stayed.
“I don’t believe you truly want to, or should, know,” he answered.
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(What color are Raven's eyes?)
Ember bristled defensively, the flash of flames dancing across her eyes.
"You underestimate me. I asked a question- I'm fully prepared and intent on the answer, no matter what it may be."
There was another tight moment of silence.
"But I'll leave it. This time. However, I will have my answer before this ship is to engage in any combat. I need to know your heritage skills, otherwise, you may find yourself assigned to a task you aren't fitted to handle."
There didn't seem a need for more to be said, and for that, she was grateful. She hadn't expected such a sharp, defensive reaction from him, and the response had stolen her words.
She turned away, keeping the attention of her sixth sense trained on him like a stalking cat.

@Isabella6Storm4
(I'm coming for Tay next @_-Captain BRM-_ )
 
-Shade- said:
Jintao's mental mask was strong, but Ember's sixth sense pricked- the tense of a muscle, the glance of an eye- invisible things filing into an aura of disgust. Again. Her lip curled slightly as he slipped past her, revealing a dangerous pointed canine.
"I'll arrange it."
Her voice crackled with poorly restrained venom and she closed the door swiftly, the slam echoing louder than she intended.
Useless pageantry.
She stormed away, wings flaring. What was the point of civilized talk- especially allowing a little crack into the dark attic that was her past- just for these inconsistent humans to turn a lip up at her?
Pretending he has a right to paint who I am. Let him be inconvenienced then.
She found herself on the sunset-painted main deck, raking the shuffling collection of sailors for the human called "Lyra."

@Lacy Duckwing
@_-Captain BRM-_ (Update our friend's position)
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Jintao's shoulders rose with the Quartermistress' words. He held his breath, fully aware she picked up on his tenseness and disgust. How could he be so foolish? He should be skilled enough by now not to show anything thanks to another's enjoyment.
Ember slammed the door and Jintao's eyes squeezed shut. He slowly opened them, blowing warm air and letting his shoulders drop. Her feet chewed away on the boards and the swishing of her wings was not to be mistaken. She drifted up the stairs out of earshot most likely stewing over his disapproval.
What was it to him? Jintao pushed himself away from the door into the room that'd soon be occupied by someone to be feared. Rank was all that mattered, and respecting it was to save a life- and deep humiliation.
Jintao ran his hand over what was to be his hammock. He was alone and private. He pulled out his dagger and sat it down on the swinging fabric. Running his fingers over its smooth blades, he despised his empty sleeve. Having a new weapon in his possession without the ability to fully know it was like walking onto a new ship blind. He could never truly know its capabilities or its faults. He'd have to learn them as they came, and hopefully not in a time when his life was on the line.
Jintao turned away from the blade, searching for his opponent. It stood before him, imaginary and ready to dance. He gave it a nod, spoke words that only the Destruction would hear, and swung for the dagger. Fingers dug into the rough handle. Arm thrust forward- blade to blade. Feet slid to the side, listening- feeling- knowing the stumbling blocks. Blades slid off each other, Jintao spun and clashed again.
"Clang..." the blade slid from his hand and drifted across the floor. It stopped silently at the chest's feet. Jintao straightened his posture- a grumble in his throat. Idiot! He swooped it up and silently swore at it and himself. He greeted his imaginary opponent again and took another swing. His fingers gripped the handle tighter, but he knew a hotspot would develop if he held it like this for too long.
Practice, he told himself. Practice. If he didn't familiarize himself with it now, in a time of need, it'd be used against him. Sliding behind his opponent and landing the blades back to, he knew to even keep a reputation, he needed his knowledge to match his skill.
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Tay leaned against the opposite taffrail, staring down into starry water reflections. A breeze played at her skirts. The Harpy's wind-blown words drew on chords of a vexatious quality, and Tay felt their harmonies radiate in her chest.
She pulled her sleeves tight and crossed her arms, turning to rest on the taffrail and look on at the half-lit figures ahead.

Ahehehhxmjshebmdjavsnkzojnrdnb cHorDs Of A vEcAtIowuxa ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ WuAliTy I am going to bedddd :D
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The Harpy caught sight of the human still waiting against the rail at the opposite end of the ship, her irritation flaring in unison with the glow in her eyes.
She dared not speak- her words would only bite. To preserve dignity, she had to reign them in. Instead, she offered a sweeping flick of her hand, a silent command for the woman to follow, before she turned and strode toward the descending stairs to the lower deck.

@_-Captain BRM-_
(I'm too impattieeennntt to waaaiiit for AANNNYYYYTHIIIINNG)
 

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