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Offline North Mar 20 2020, 1:49 AM
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  • Corzya
  • Age: 45
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Slaver
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Raucous laughter split conversations in two like a knife, the jovial excitement among men and women drawing heads and ears alike. They moved through the narrow streets against the tide of people on either side, making way with burly forms and strength in numbers. From bar to bar, market to market, The Rembrandt crew stormed Durres like they'd owned the place. The massive warship sat off the coast of the port city, the Product stowed safely away behind reinforced steel and solid doors. The crew itself had dispersed many different ways, to inns and restaurants and brothels and, in North Cristiano's case, the bars. He'd taken a select group with him, of course which included his Moccasin companion Shirii, and began bar hopping like it was their last night in Gilead to have some fun. They'd come in for the evening though it hadn't been their final destination; a distraction, really, and the perfect place to refuel a couple things. They'd done this many times before, of course, especially for voyages that took them well beyond the Dire Strait. North knew a thing or two about keeping his crew fed, drunk, laid and happy, and how that all tended to translate directly into his pocket.
Mind you, not that he wasn't looking for some R&R for himself. Tired of the patient files and the examinations, surgeries, modifications and the like concerning the Product they picked up, Durres had come into their path at just the perfect time.

Corzya and Svalbard went back a long time and North wasn't concerned about Svalbard's finest coming in to kick him out. As long as he (somewhat) minded his manners in the streets they didn't seem to mind so much what happened in the bars, so with that in mind he managed to keep his wits about him as best as possible. Depending on how the night went though, he was fully prepared to make up for the collateral damage by bringing The Wolfer Queen a high grade slave or two as an apology.
The Marlin certainly wasn't their first stop and it likely wouldn't be their last. It was humble and rustic but accented with some level of class that was typical for a Svalbardian bar, even in a well-worked port city like Durres. Chandeliers hung from above, candles lit in the spidering arms and in the centerpiece, and many of these fixtures rooted into the ceiling bathed the pub itself in a healthy natural glow. The bar itself spanned the entire back wall to make room for the many fishermen, pirates and hard workers who came by and even then there were seldom any seats left. For the rest there were tables, and a great many shirtless men and scantily-clad women who worked the guests sitting at them. Food was served to some while others preferred a strictly liquid dinner...and Cristiano happened to be one of the latter.
Striding into the pub and heading right for the bar, the burly man worked his way through a mingling group of drunkards (that is to say he bulldozes right through them) and plopped down right at the bar with his group. Ordering up a round of shots for everyone in his group, he was greeted (as he is literally every time) with a fanfare and excited cheer.
Away Sis Lautna Mar 20 2020, 12:00 PM
#2
  • Age: 32
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Quartermaster
  • Total Posts: 29
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Reclined across the smooth wooden top, her long, work scarred hands cradled the honey whiskey close. Sis had been more than content to claim this little section of the bar for herself, her crew scattered to the four corners of this town hours ago. It'd been a long, damned six months, with the captain determined to chase some foolish dream instead of purpose and the income it took to make pirates work together with any grace. They'd had nothing to show for it, and the captain had been wise enough not to infringe on their need for a break or to try and limit the carousing that would certainly happen tonight. And for the next week, if she had her way. The fool had forgotten the first rule of running a crew. Every man ruled himself in the end, and if they had no reason to follow you, they wouldn't. She'd done her best to temper him, to speak reason and counterbalance his fancies. He'd held to his course, and while she still held some semblance of loyalty, she was on the verge of finding her own path after this. And she had little doubt a good chunk of her crew would come with her. She'd raised half of them from nothing, and the other half she'd literally raised. He'd find out right quick who actually ruled the deck.

They'd all been maudlin and ready for something ....exciting, and the sight of land had raised a fervor in all of them. Sis was far from the first one off the dock once everything else was squared away, but there was a purpose to her stride that few got in front of. She was more than inclined to let her crew do as they would tonight, a certain disgruntled resentment one that made her disinclined for keeping anybody in line. If he wanted it to happen, he could do it himself. She'd kept her little clade of wayward souls in line, if for their sake more than anything else, but as far as she was concerned, the captain was responsible for everyone else. There'd be unrest tonight, of that she was certain. If things went her way, some of it might even be hers.

One of aforementioned wayward souls stirred at her table near the door, and Sis's head turned at the rumble of newcomers. Night was falling, and it wasn't uncommon to see surges of drunks and partiers, but there was a swell to it that was unusual. She caught a glimpse of Mini tossing her a grin before the doors opened and a crowd favourite burst in, the swagger a well earned one. You didn't run in their line of work or live on Corzya ships without knowing North, at least in passing. If you didn't, you had your head buried in the sand, at least as far as she was concerned. Pirates with actual charisma weren't common, and they tended to gather crew likes fleas on a cat. Not that it was a bad thing. It tended to make the sailing smoother, and she could respect that.

A wolfish, sharp grin spread across her face and she waved the nearest barkeep over, a pair of shots a quick addition to her tab. One for her, and one for him. An invitation for some catching up, at the very least. Silence wasn't her wont, and she leaned out across the bar, one hand offering the shot, while the other propped her chin up. She looked like nothing more than a content cat, perched like that, and a genuine smile slit her dark eyes for a moment. "Fancy seeing you around, North. Been a while, yeah? Where've you been?"
Offline North Mar 20 2020, 7:08 PM
#3
  • Corzya
  • Age: 45
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Slaver
  • Total Posts: 109
  • Played by: Onii
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Almost as big as his penchant for money was his instinct for spending it on his people. North had a tendency to lavish them when it was play time, buying all the drinks and dressing the working whores with new clothes for their temporary jobs working the cities while they were docked. New weapons, new fancy toys, repairs and additions for The Rembrandt herself, and of course for Shirii the ever-loyal siren, she would be dispatched to all the nicest boutiques with a blank check. It was no consequence for the kind of money they were making; the genius banker and loan shark on their ship made sure that was incredibly clear. All those Product sales, all those slaves he's trained in the dining rooms of the rich like a dog trainer making a house call, all the raiding, embezzlement and impossible loans the banker set up for them to collect around Gilead...
Life was good on The Rembrandt. Mind you, not for many people who WEREN'T on The Rembrandt, but that much was beside the point.

Quartermaster wasn't a title even the pirates took lightly. To be a Corzyan Quartermaster, you were the holder of The Fleet in the stead of Captain, ensuring all was well, ensuring all who worked underneath the grand scheme of the entire pirate nation were properly stocked, kept in line and accounted for. Long arms of the Corzyan law. It wasn't something you were born into like the dukes and ladies of Gileadian monarchies, or obtained by the diplomatic voting popular in Ballasburn politics. It was a position with function, worth, and to get there you had to split some heads or be fearsome enough that no one was willing to test you on that.
But North Cristiano didn't seem to distinguish between rank among pirates--really, a Corzyan pirate was a Corzyan pirate, and who was he to exclude the highers from his infectious excitement merely because of their esteemed place?

He hadn't ordered for himself yet because The Rembrandt's studious banker to his left was talking his ear off about some "fresh prospects" on the east side of Durres; by that, of course, he'd meant that he found a couple souls desperate enough to shake the cunning Dire's hand on a contract that included so much interest on the loan that they'd lose everything in about a month. North, of course, was ecstatic. "Don't nobody tell ya you aint a pirate by soul, Javel! A right smart one, good with numbers and..." he trailed off once the drink made it to him, the barkeep meeting his eyes and nodding over to where the lovely woman had been sitting. The place was crowded sure but he'd recognize her anywhere! He shoots her that signature smile of his, toothy and distinguished, a hearty chuckle ringing out as indication that it was someone he both knew and was pleased to see. Deciding that he wasn't quite close enough, he plucked up the shot she'd bought him and removed himself from the throng of familiars next to him, instead seeking out a nearer seat to the Quartermaster. Shirii followed him of course, the doll of a siren fluidly moving at his side. "HAHAA, if it ain't the rare Sis Lautna herself! Been ages, yeah--work been keepin us apart but the drink brought us back in the end!" On cue he then raised the shot glass in an impromptu toast and kicked it back without hesitation before he'd even sat. Shirii in the meantime skipped over and daintily tapped the shoulder of an unaffiliated fisherman who'd been sitting next to Sis and, upon turning and seeing the face of the ones around him, was quick to slink from his seat and allow the Slaver to take it. The siren herself elected to sit atop the bar, her bare feet (save the stockings she wore) kicking with a deceptively cute rhythm. Her many eyes locked onto the familiar face of Sis despite that they were covered, and the creature waved to her without words. Like a porcelain doll programmed to do one thing or another--but it wasn't North who'd programmed the crafty creature.

"Been out to all sorts of places for a hot minute. Kheim, Marshmoor, made a pass back to Gibrantt, was in the Kasiean Sea for a while there--lott'o adventures, tellya what. Bringing in a lot of Product, makin' Svalbardian house calls to teach their new pets some manners n' all. What about you, though? You look like you ain't sweat a damn thing since I last seen ya!" That was typical for Sis, though. A bomb could have gone off just prior and she'd still look like she was ready to go at it. Ain't nobody could shake that girl as far as he knew. "You been back to The Vatican recently?" He hadn't been there nearly as much as he'd liked, but The Vatican didn't have much work for him to do as a Slaver, so it would be strictly for pleasure and not for money-making. That was a different story for someone like a Quartermaster, though. A lot of his work had consisted of swiping people up and making repairs or alterations as any good surgeon should--and then training them, evaluating their worth, and then heading out to places where he knew they'd be a useful buy. It seemed pretty easy to sell people, but it was a lot of work! A lot of marketing, medical expertise, knowing the value of your Product, and a shit ton of those graphs that Javel was good at making and comparing side to side to determine in someone would make them more money in the long-run as a permanent resident of The Rembrandt's brothel service or if a single lump sum sale to a rich bastard would be more lucrative. A lot of paperwork, processing, hard lessons...all that good stuff.
Away Sis Lautna Mar 20 2020, 8:12 PM
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  • Age: 32
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Quartermaster
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She laughed aloud at the sight of the smile, a sight for sore eyes as always. And not just for her, either, the crowd of hangers on one that gave testament to how well liked he was. For pirates, because of the way he was. For others, likely because of their ignorance and gullible ways. Him and Shirii, and no doubt the rest of his crew seeded the port city tonight. It was a even bet that it would either make the night better or worse by a considerable margin, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement at the thought. Tonight was a night for merriment indeed. "That it did, the way it should be." She snapped the rim of the glass to his with a pitch perfect clink before throwing it back, the smooth amber drink one that whet the edge of her appetite. She wasn't much for clothing or finery beyond the pearls she often beaded into her mane of hair, but food and drink were her two great vices in the world, and they were ones she didn't shy away from indulging in when she was landed, working or no.

She favoured Shirii with a warm smile as the slim little thing came over to sit on her other side. If she hadn't been North's already, the siren was exactly the mark she liked to pick up and teach. Sharp, quiet and paid attention, and a smidgen of the underdog to boot. Sis's favourite kind of recruit. They worked the hardest, and if you gentled them well and kept them cared for, they'd never turn their back on yours or plant a knife in it. She leaned into Shirii for a moment, bare shoulder a slight nudge, merely to say hello. She was a hands on sort, and it was a rare day she got to see her current companions. She waved a hand for another shot and when the bartender bustled closer, leaned in with a wicked looking smile to order something to keep the first stirrings of hunger at bay. Veggies and fruit were treats on shore, one she liked to take while she could. Rations were fine, but nothing beat fresh berries with a hearty supper. And for dessert too, if she could wrangle it.

"Been busy, then. Lucky bastard." Her mouth screwed up in a snarled huff for a moment at the reminder of her current task before she let it drift off in favour of a commiserating glance at her jovial drinking buddy. "Judging potential hires. Know you'll keep it on the low, so I don't mind tellin' ya, but god damn am I ever tired of usin' the kiddy gloves. Boss was tryin' to see if the guy was worth a damn. Went to his head, and instead of seein' his grit, all I saw was his pompous ego, posing in the captain's chair. Six months of that shite, and I'm about ready to toss him overboard, never mind his crew." It was as miserable as the upbeat lady got without true provocation, and her nose wrinkled as she thought of the distasteful brat. Still, it was almost done, and soon she'd be sailing back to her favoured waters. Her ship, her crew, and her job, back on the Vatican.

Her look brightened to considerate as she gave him another once over. "Not as of late, been pullin' this guy's weight instead. Somebody really wanted this guy to be worth my time. You been? Or been anywhere else with a story to it?" Her eyes flicked to the left for a moment at a wave, and she nodded back briefly at Mini's departure. The little lady was her shadow for now, but even she needed a break, and she was glad to see her getting into the spirit of things. One she ought to embrace as well. She was on break, damn it! No more wallowing, it was time to forget that shit. She slid to her feet with a deceitful grace considering her bulky frame, leaned across the counter and swiped her local favourite from the back of the narrow bar. "Or maybe we should be makin' stories instead. 'S a good night for it." A clatter of coins hit the counter to cover the steep price of the bottle, and she shook her head at the bartender when she got a look in response.

Offline North Mar 20 2020, 11:42 PM
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  • Corzya
  • Age: 45
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Slaver
  • Total Posts: 109
  • Played by: Onii
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Shirii was about as much a stranger to people as she was to life itself--and that was to say that just as she lived many centuries, so has she known many people. She catered to fantasies as all sirens did in order to pick up a meal or two, but her method of doing so was not as brazen as the many sirens that have been chronicled in stories since the dawn of piracy. Maybe she was defective, with a split personality that she seemed to be no more aware of or in control of than the person she set her sights on. But for a seaside creature who lived in the constant midst of burly men and sharp women, dominants and sadists, it would be beneficial for a creature to take on the form of something they could readily subdue to their will.
Right up until they couldn't.

Genuinely though, Shirii had a penchant for the brazen personalities of the Slaver and the Quartermaster. Despite how one would assume the quiet and introspective siren more at home with her own introverted kind, Shirii found that they gave her a lot to react to--if she was so inclined. In this particular moment, she seats herself closely to the familiar woman and prefers to take a backseat to their vibrant personalities during their back and forth. She welcomed the soft nudge with a bashful smile, long and reaching to the apple's of her cheeks--almost human, but clearly not.

"Been busy, then. Lucky bastard." He playfully sneered at her for a moment and chased it with a breathy laugh. He definitely couldn't complain about this season, that was for damn sure. The R&R was always better when they'd been hustling nonstop before it, and now with running into Sis he had a feeling it was about to become that much more rewarding. She returns the favor when it's her turn to divulge what she's been up to and when she mentions that it's meant to be confidential, North doesn't interrupt her with much more than merely a dragging his thumb across his hefty chest in the sign of a cross as an impromptu sign that he swore to keep it under lock and key. "BAH! Ain't nothin worth half a year of gettin your work cockblocked by a moron t'be honest" He waved a hand to mark his dissuasive stance on the poor bastard who was getting on Sis Lautna's nerves, of all people. He didn't have the same sort of situation, but he was speaking from the heart on that. He knew a couple of Rogue pirates who fit that goddamn bill when it came to being a flea on his ass. "Wanna dispose of a body discreetly n' you lemme know. Can't get in trouble if some idiot wants to play roulette between a siren's legs and just happens to lose." It's said with a jovial lilt, like a verbal nudge between friends at an inside joke, but the unironic offer was nevertheless there. He was of course referring to Shirii, who merely nodded her approval. It couldn't be any of their faults if the guy was eaten up by a creature just doing what was natural, right? Lettem fuck themselves up, ha!

He snorts and hangs his head momentarily for her when she tells him that this captain's been THAT inconveniencing for her. Like a consolation, or paying respects to her lost opportunity. When she returns the inquiry he raises his head then and gives a ginger shake. "Ain't been for a while, honestly. Early last year, maybe...?" His large hand idly finds the salt and pepper of his beard, combing thoughtfully through the textured hair as he thought more on the timeline. "Stories though--damn, gotta a lotta those n don't know where to start!" In the interim of fishing for some of his best experiences that she's missed out on, he glimpses the exchange between the Quartermaster and the familiar face of Mini. Her movement turned him back to her in time to watch her slip down from her perch without excess ceremony, but with all the grace that would come with one. "Or maybe we should be makin' stories instead. 'S a good night for it." He followed suit with a devious rumble of laughter in his chest, taking an introspective gander at the heavily-packed pub. Standing tall with his large hands on his strong hips burdened with the many tools and weapons strapped into his utility belt, the Slaver took a deep breath like he'd been congested all year until now. "You right! Ain't every day we get to see each other n' we may as well make the most of the night!" He leans back on his heavy heels, glancing at her to his side. "Lead the way then, Sis! We blowin this place for a better spot or are we blowin it up first?" Either one was beyond fine by him.
Away Sis Lautna Mar 21 2020, 10:47 PM
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  • Age: 32
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Quartermaster
  • Total Posts: 29
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The offer was both a temptation and a reassuring amusement. It'd be worth it at this point, and even if she'd felt any loyalty to the guy (she sure fuckin' didn't) she'd still have considered the offer. As it stood, he was fish food in her book. He hadn't made the cut, and he'd gotten on her nerves to boot. All that remained was to see what sealed the deal. She gave North a lazy grin, an undercurrent of malevolent violence one that dripped from her teeth, yet unspoken. She didn't stomp, throw a fit or pick a fight when something didn't go her way. People unfamiliar with how she worked often thought this made her easygoing, or a pushover. They saw her coming less than anyone else, and she didn't cry for them. She leant her head back a moment, a breath to decide on whether to accept. Trust didn't come often to her, and as a rule, she didn't indulge in it. Tended to make for a short life. But this didn't call for trust, merely to let the chips fall where they may. No blood on her hands, not her fault, no problems. And this might let her see where North stood on that metric. Trust was and could be earned, after all. Words were wind, but actions?

Well now. They went a lot further for her.

"You know, if he's dumb enough to..." That was tacit permission and encouragement from her, and she shrugged, the bloodthirsty grin one that lingered for a moment before it faded into a content little smirk. That was one headache off her shoulders. "If he's still there by morning, I'd be surprised, anyways. Only people he fucked with more than me was his crew." The proffered bowl of local fruit was a quick diversion and she scooped it up without fanfare, cradling the little thing to her chest. They wouldn't miss one bowl, and this was hers now as far as she was concerned. It was time to go, and she wouldn't be here long enough to see it finished. And no way was she going without. Bottle in one hand, bowl in the other, she raised a brow at him. "Mmm. They've been good to me, gonna return the favour this time. I can think of more than one hole in the wall where no one gives a shit." Sis looked over her shoulder a moment to Shirii, inquisitive and encouraging both. She would be surprised if the little thing didn't come with them, but she ought to have her say, too.

Business done with this particular bar, she headed for the door, just as another wave of patrons streamed in. She was always prone to slip around than to bulldoze through, but there was only so much waiting a woman was willing to do, and she hip checked an unfortunate man, already half in the bag. He stumbled out of the way without so much as a second glance from her; instead she held the door open with her hip as she waited for her company to follow her, eyes only for the soft black that greeted her. Night had already fallen, and the sweet hum of insects in the cozy dusk was one she savored. Lanterns lit the street with a welcoming amber haze, and the shouts of merriment rocked the street with a fervor that rang true as home. She was home wherever she roamed, and places like this were molded to her, rough edges and all. "Tell you what. Tell me your favourite story while we find something new to do. We got all night, after all." To punctuate the request, she held the bottle of sweet whisky out to him in an open offer. Give and take made the wheels turn.

Offline North Mar 22 2020, 11:14 PM
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  • Corzya
  • Age: 45
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Slaver
  • Total Posts: 109
  • Played by: Onii
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Some might suppose he had balls of steel to openly make that offer, or maybe that he was impulsive and foolish, but North was craftier and more aware of his surroundings than one would think. Such was why he lingered there in their shared silence, giving her a glance when he felt her eyes on him and otherwise allowing his attention to stray about to give her time. He could feel those cogs turning all the while and practically waited with bated breath for her answer. The Rembrandt wasn't one to make a career out of assassinations but that sure as hell didn't mean it wouldn't be easy for them to pull off in the right scenarios. Shirii was unassuming enough, and if not she could always shed her (somewhat) human skin and pierce a couple holes in the poor bastard's ship from the deep, leaving him and his crew wide open for both her and the sharks' open mouths. No witnesses, no explanation.

"You know, if he's dumb enough to..." North snickers at that, an innocuous sound that many with context of who and what he was would find more evil than the sounds of wrath. For a man to speak so easily of another's untimely end with such lack of concern or professionalism told you enough about how simple it was to him. Like flicking a bug off his arm--nothing to it, nothing that earned a second thought. No more criminal than a toast to a dear friend. "You'd be surprised, aye." He'd some dumb motherfuckers. Realistically you could chalk it up to months at sea and a creature who was designed to seduce and prey, but...he's not into parsing things out that deeply.
It was turned down--at least for now. What she said next rubbed him the wrong way though. It's clear in the hard grumble in his throat that he was growing more and more invested in the poor bastard going down sooner or later. "A captain who treats his crew like shit, huh. Feh. Lettem eat cake until he chokes on it" he writes the bastard off with a harsh wave of his hand. Rest assured he was more interested in ripping the guy a new one more than ever, but at this point he was convinced it was best not to take the honor from the people who deserved the pleasure. North Cristiano was a lot of things but abusive to his people wasn't one of them. THAT much was clear as the lot drank their fill in the pub without a second thought on the tab. "Mmm. They've been good to me, gonna return the favour this time. I can think of more than one hole in the wall where no one gives a shit." He laughs at that, that signature jovial hum in his throat ringing out as he accepted that with a sure nod. "Fair enough!" He wasn't surprised she's spared them as reward for their clean streak of good behavior. He had no qualms with that thought process, but he also wasn't the most loyal guy. Could go either way, honestly.
Shirii was often ignored when it came to people who held council with the Slaver. She was easily forgotten unless they directly coveted her, and she seemed not to mind. It further built upon the idea that she was entirely submissive and hadn't much hand in anything. But when Sis turned to her, the speed at which Sushi seemed to know she was being consulted was not consistent with a creature who was conditioned as a doormat. She merely cocked her head at an odd angle and kicked her feet idly, her unshoed heels repeatedly tapping the bar. "People are missed less if they die in the dark," she says, that ethereal voice ghosting from her deceptively-soft lips, "dinner is much more romantic that way anyway...So I hear." North chuckled genuinely at the siren's weaving words. He was familiar with her wit but it never got old.

With that, they were off. Shirii slid off the bartop and followed at North's right, who in turn followed the path the Quartermaster left in her wake. One poor bastard hadn't moved fast enough and was left stumbling for his balance, a sight that earned a twitch of a smile in the siren's lips.
North stepped through the open door and greeted the cool night with a deep breath and an immediate turn on his heels, giving Sis a poorly-executed bow in thanks before shrugging off the jest with a laugh. He then waited for her to take the lead before he would follow at her side while Shirii followed at his. When she asked for his favorite story, he thoughtfully combed through the past many months he'd been at work before settling on one of the more interesting--and simultaneously agitating--of the stories. "In my line o' work you got a lotta shit go down so much that it all starts to blend. Tellya what though, craziest shit this season was the time I had a Dorsum bitch try to swindle me out my damn money. Important son of a bitch too--talkin' spice merchant or horse breeder or whateverthefuck okay. Wanna have slaves to work for him but god forbid he gotta PAY first. God." It was clear that the longer he stewed on THAT bit of information, the more his love for money had brought back the bitterness of that moment. Quickly he was shaking away the thought, which suggests that he'd gotten justice in the end. You wouldn't hear the last of it otherwise, ever. "ANYWHO, I bring him A+ profit. Trained and stitched up and ready to work that very day. So THIS GUY tells me, you know, I'll get the money to you later and sweeten the deal with something extra n' now I KNOW he's just tryna get me off his ass. I say sure fine--givem' a week because I'm just generally a nice-fuckin-guy. Dunno what his problem is but he and I both know I can grab that ass from hundreds o miles away with a blink--" he snaps his fingers as though to mimic the speed at which he can Teleport to and fro. "--but he still wanna waste my time. SO COME THE FIFTH DAY and he finally rolls up with this cute lil' boat right--little fuckin sandwich of a ship--and he's blabberin about how he was, get this, robbed blind on his way to me. Offers to pay me with a trade of a worker on his ship that I can sell, call us even. I say well, lemme check the ship n' make sure you ain't got somethin I want. He's sus as fuck about it but eventually says sure, just give him about 30 minutes n' he'll try and get a display goin for us with what he's got. Fine then. We go over after half an hour, check the ship and shit as one does and sure enough, no money or valuables to be found. Empty chests n' such, furniture and shit he was tryna pawn off like we're some hardware store, feh. Somethin ain't sittin well with me on that so I say fuck it, let's just go find that money you owe me right? Shoulda seen the size of those drops of sweat, HA! Comes the second day, third day, and Sis this guy ain't lookin so hot."

"Not...that this was a far cry from the ssstart.." Sushi interjects in the well-placed pause and earns a cackle from the man next to her. "First we figured he knew we was about to sell him off to the circus to recoup the loss, but..dunno, the green complexion told me otherwise. Bein' a doctor n' all I say ehh sure, may as well checkem now so I can make a quicker sell, no damaged goods. Give him a thorough eval and while he's good at hiding the pain when I pushed on it, the tension in his entire fuckin abdomen told me somethin was up. Like he'd just deepthroated 5 blowfish and they were all tired o' his shit at once. So I SAY b o y, the fuck you ate? No answer 'course, not like he was all that talkative n'way. ..Eventually it gets so bad I gotta operate blind. Me and Soosh, we've got this guy on the table n' under the lights when we cuttem open and guess what we find? Enough fucking gold coins and jewels to pay off the debt n' then some BAHAHAHA, THE DUMBASS!" He guffawed at the turn of events like he'd found it funny when it had happened to him originally. Naturally, North when being swindled wasn't NEARLY this jovial about the act, but he felt satisfied enough with the outcome that he was just tickled by the crescendo of it. "So we're just..standin over this sack of shit, me and Sushi. Exchange a look..then at the same time I swear, "sew him back up." So, we do that. Ain't never seen a more poetic death, Sis. Slow, painful, and exactly what he wanted. Once he was down on the deck gurglin, breathin his last, let him watch a siren pull him apart for the prize and appraise the shit right in front of his eyes. Let him watch how the light caught it in her hands." His tone of voice darkened at the detailing of the greulling end, a sadistic satisfaction. "You'd be surprised at what some people are gonna go through to avoid a bill, tellya what!" and then it was eerily gone, like the turn of a page.
Away Sis Lautna Mar 23 2020, 12:09 PM
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Sis was generous for a pirate, in certain spots. Her crew, even the slaves that worked under her, they could expect gestures of kindness, if they worked hard. She rewarded loyalty, praised intelligence and encouraged the initiative. When it worked for her. People that wanted to use it for themselves were quickly cut loose. They could put themselves wherever they wanted as far as she was concerned, but she didn't trust them not to stick a knife in her back. Besides, if they were so motivated, they could earn it without her good graces. It made her crew a tight knit one, and she loved them as much as Sis could love anyone. And if her kindness was betrayed, she made them regret it. But that attitude stopped at the rail of her ship, and everyone that fell outside those lines? They were a different story, a case by case one. And clients fell at the lowest of her regard. Frequently the most entitled, the rudest, and the most likely to try and cheat her. She gave a flea bitten dog more regard than them, even if their money was waved her way. It was why she enjoyed her distance from it so much with her newer position. Good riddance.

Sis tilted her head his way as he told the story, eager to listen as her eyes scanned the street, assessing both the people and the scenery that lined it. The mere description of the man who'd tried to cheat him had a brow cocked in mild disbelief. Some people really thought they were invincible, huh? If you turned to the rougher seas for your product, keep your fuckin' i's dotted and t's crossed. You couldn't complain at what you got if you didn't, that was for sure. She couldn't help but crack out a barking laugh that subsided into a choppy chuckle at the word nice and North being in the same sentence, but she let it slide without further comment. The man was a storyteller, born and raised, and she loved a good yarn. Instead, she peered left and right once she reached the next intersection, the bars, brothels and entertainment layered on each other like cords of wood this close to the docks. She didn't spend a lot of time on Svalbard shores, and this port was as unfamiliar as any port could be. They were all the same in the end, only laid out different. Just meant she had to work a little harder to find her fun. On a lark, she swung left, the scent of blood and disdain a siren's call to her. If you wanted trouble without anyone pious enough to call the guard on you, dig deeper. The pretty bars, they'd do it just to keep things nice looking. If you went somewhere no one gave a shit, you could almost get away with murder. The lanterns didn't stretch as far, the cobble was cracked and uneven, and NOBODY looked twice if they knew what was good for them.

At the tale's climax, though, she ground to a halt, disbelieving brown eyes locked on his. An incredulous grin pulled at her lips and she waited with bated breath for the tale to be finished. Finally, another bark escaped her and she broke out in peals of laughter that rang loud in the dingy dark. "So, so-- You're telling me he REALLY thought that was a good idea. I mean, that that was the best way to avoid the bill. I--" She snickered, unable to contain the vicious chuckles as she shook her head. "If you're gonna try 'n cheat someone, at least be smart about it, I mean, shit." In her oh so humble opinion, if you were that stupid, you deserved what you got. She hoped he'd enjoyed holding onto those coins for as long as he did. She took another swig before giving the near empty bottle another cursory glance. Still good, no point in wasting it. She offered the bottle to North and Shirii both as her nose for trouble picked out a bar to crash. Food and drink was what she craved, and if she was lucky, a little blood to top the night off. Where and who were the only questions to it, and her gaze zeroed in on a bar a couple of doorways down. Stood ajar, the light from within fell out onto the street, a beacon that beckoned all outside it.

"Here we go, then. Something to do." She set off at a fast clip, braid a pendulum behind her due to her sudden increased pace. One hand snagged the door post and she swung through the door in a flare of skirts and braided pearls, her grin as wide ever. Tonight was for fun, and she was certainly gonna make the most of it. She's just as quick to snag a seat, this bar somewhat more full, and just as rowdy. The people here were both shabbier and livelier, the rough sort that worked hard and played harder while they had the chance to. She fit in just fine, and she beckoned the barkeep closer. "A round on me, yeah? What y'all want? Might be swill here, but we can probably make a little trouble, and 's no good to be doin' that on an empty belly." She eyed both North and Shirii as she leant on the counter, angled towards them both as she spoke, uncaring of what the bartender or the other patrons might think.

Offline North Mar 27 2020, 10:43 PM
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  • Corzya
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North could switch on and off at the drop of a hat if you didn't know exactly where his buttons were and which did what. On the one hand someone could go their entire lives without seeing the old Bull snorting soot and fire, but likewise they may be preordained to have the image of his contorted expression burned in their heads as a commonplace.
Of course, that didn't inherently exempt the former from experience his cruelty. He could do the most awful things without batting an eye like it was of no consequence, with a casual look on his face like there was nothing personal to any of it. The story he tells is done so with such normalcy, the chuckle in his jovial tone of voice skipping a word or two like he was trying not to ruin the punchline for the Quartermaster as they moved through the streets. More and more did their surroundings become sketchier, less lit, less desirable and certainly less crowded. Shirii seemed invigorated when they slipped onto a path that the light dared not touch, her keen eyes aglow with excitement and something more foul.

He snorts playfully at her disbelief, stopping a couple steps ahead of her as she herself slows to process the ending of his tale. "RIGHT THOUGH? 'Course mind you the Dorsum folk I find are a little ehh, errr..Les' just say Svalbard got the brain in the divorce n' leave it at that, HAHA!" It was true, even if he hadn't been a biased man. Svalbard was known for their cunning and trickery, while Dorsum had agriculture and sustainability. As a result, though, when you forcibly broke away from the top Gileadian superpower that had meanwhile done all the heavy lifting and thinking FOR you, well..shit got a little sketchy.
It was clear to the Slaver that they still haven't gotten used to what work freedom entailed.
It was ALSO clear what the Slaver's point of view was on freedom.

North reached for the bottle once it was offered to him, languidly tipping his head back and taking a swig before passing it to Sushi, who took more than just "a swig" and passed it back to Sis with a smile. There was something in the air that they likely could all sense; electric, chaotic and copper in taste. Drunken bastards spilling out in the street, questionable sales being made in the adjacent alleys, voices rising and falling in the pubs nearby. The two followed the Quartermaster into her choice of haunt and eyed the menagerie as they coasted towards a space where they could sit together. There were definitely a great many pirates, drunkards, and questionable individuals that may have been Rogues. Tattered, smelling like swill and sea. North sat on one side of Sis while Sushi on the other, and North couldn't help but take a look over his shoulder and the crowd just buzzing with energy waiting to be provoked. "A round on me, yeah? What y'all want? Might be swill here, but we can probably make a little trouble, and 's no good to be doin' that on an empty belly." "N'awww, you too good to us, Sis! Put us down for some whiskey, and hey--we ain't gonna judge the shit! Ain't even the main course 'round here is it, tho..." Jovial as always and tossing her a wink, the hint of excitement thrumming through the hearty chords in his voice. The bar tender could of course tell that SOMETHING was about to go down based on the context clues, and could really only brace himself for what was about to transpire. Just how North liked it. Ain't no snitch.
Away Sis Lautna Mar 30 2020, 6:37 PM
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"They did at that. Too long not having to do the heavy lifting themselves. Having life too simple dulls the wits. I mean, fuck, all Svalbard people do is hone theirs. I wonder how long that little divorce is gonna last." It's a throwaway comment, but it still rang true. The world changed in a lot of ways, but some of the rules always stayed the same. If you wanted to keep what you had, you had to work for it. Be it blood, sweat, or tears mattered little. Dorsum had spent too long not having anything to work for but a master. It was a different game, working for it yourself. On that, she and North were agreed. It was an interesting change, though, one she liked riding the waves of. Change was her bread and butter, it kept her fed, kept her appetite at bay. The adage about working applied to more than Dorsum and Svalbard, after all. Things changing, shifting, making her work for the stability and balance her job asked her to ensure? It was a challenge she appreciated.

There's a shine in her eyes that some might take for excitement. They'd be right, even. But for those that dealt with crowds of people better and worse than her, the glint in her eye and the thrum in North's voice no doubt spoke of trouble. It was a wire stretched and about to snap under the pressure. And the less said about the quietly leashed tension in Shirii, the better. Watch out for the quiet ones was a saying for a reason. She twisted her head 'round as one palm slapped against the counter, a silent demand for the bartender to fill her companions' request. "An' a beer for me. Quick. And, nah, nah. No skin off my nose, North. I'd get ya that just for bein' a breath of fresh air." There wasn't a look spared for the bartender. Nor was she focused on North, not more than she felt was polite. That barely contained energy was focused on scanning the crowd. Likely targets, the better to goad into a fight. Soft targets, the easier to intimidate. A man, ....slipping behind the bar. He didn't fit as a bartender, just as ragged and suspect as the rest of them. Her eye slid past North as she followed him with her gaze. The stranger spared not a glance spared for anybody but the bartender as he ducked through the door. A quick nod, a familiar one. Her lips quirked, and she swiveled to fix an expectant look at the bartender. The requested alcohol was offered, but she wanted more than that now. A situation not many people wanted to be in.

"What's that about, eh? Somethin' not advertised?" Ostensibly friendly her voice still had enough of an edge to cut and the bartender averted his eyes, a disaffected shrug not covering the new tension in his shoulders. "Usually for locals but, ah. You can make yourself at home. No trouble, no fuss. Local betting pool. Bring something to work with." She flicked a quick glance to North, a satisfied grin curling her lips. The cat who got the canary, indeed. Between the two of them, she was fairly sure they'd caught the play, but she asked, just in case. Been behind him, after all. Maybe it was just her six months at sea with a dullard ruining her optimism, though. "What do ya think then, North? Time to stick our noses in?" Truthfully, even if he preferred to hug the bar a little more, she planned to go. Trouble was trouble, and she always tended to indulge. She shot the two a sneaky look before she stood, barstool roughly shoved back against the counter. It didn't take her long to reach the innocuous looking door and she slipped through it without ceremony. What lay behind it, however, was far more to her liking.

The lights, while not any dimmer, revealed a even dingier room. Barely more than a barn, the empty little space was all suspicious looking folks and bloodstained wooden flooring. She was shot a couple glances, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Most of the eyes were turned inwards, the rough circle of crowd one that ringed a pair of combatants, bloodied fists the weapons of choice. Bring something to work with, indeed. Her smug smile widened at the hushed gasps that accompanied a particularly savage series of blows, and she gave another quick glance. The bookie lurked in the corner, but more than being able to bet, was she able to participate? She slipped North a look, normally bombastic voice hushed to match her surroundings. "What you think, ay? Worth a stay, or should we keep on? Always something to be found."

Offline North Apr 5 2020, 1:55 AM
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  • Corzya
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It was no sort of trade secret that Corzya had a long history of pleasantry with Svalbard. Even as new leaders came and went for both nations, North didn't foresee himself fostering a dislike for the old ally that easily. A vast majority of his sales were from there, of course. Svalbard had a large demand for slaves, servants, guards and everything in between and Corzya could properly field those requests as they came up. "Can only hope, eh!" He wasn't sure if Svalbard's new regime would be interested in retaking Dorsum as it was; he was no politician but he'd worked well enough around them and figured that after THAT sort of debacle, it was probable that Svalbard might just gut Dorsum out entirely for treason and refill its ranks with pure Svalbardians. Wasn't a bad idea. The soil was still good but the hands were the things that were rotted out.

The calm before the storm, really. Not that many people were paying as much attention as they should have, because the pitchers were being passed around left and right and many were so far gone they'd forgotten their own names. The bartender however was making the best possible effort to appear amicable so as to avoid any..collateral injury, speaking not a word of it and doing as they asked. North of course fed into the excitement in the room as well (even if it was only for the three of them..) and swept the bar as well with a deceptively-casual gaze, almost like a kind soul merely window shopping. It wasn't deceptive so much as that the Slaver really DID consider it to be a form of window shopping. Now where was a good spot to start...

It seemed the perfect place to start had come to them! At least, that's what Shirii thought. She'd noticed the man before he'd even broken away from the crowd, her many eyes picking him off based on his trajectory and the speed at which he moved and any other mannerism the very old siren had that suggested to her the man wasn't merely scooting up onto a barstool. She wrinkled her nose, the contrast of cute little stress lines across her sharp pointed nose particularly jarring, but that was all she'd done. North and Sis weren't all that far behind though, and the two locked onto him the moment he'd reached the lift counter and pushed it up, slipping past the heavily implied "staff only" barrier without so much a grievance from the bartender himself. North didn't say anything, falling behind the Quartermaster's lead as she dealt with the bartender.
Betting, huh... Didn't specify WHAT they were betting on, and the Slaver was absolutely intrigued. Especially because there was money involved, and especially because he was completely prepared to clear out whatever sideshow was going on behind that suspect door and take all the spoils for himself.
Their eyes met at almost the same time, their faces both plastered with some wry or cunning grin. The synchronization of that moment surely unnerved the bartender, but he says nothing. "Hey--had me at bettin honestly!" It was no secret that North Cristiano loved the fuck out of money, and if there was something to be gained from whatever was going on back there, he was not only going to explore those options but he was going to be walking home with a shit ton of whatever it was.
North pushed from his seat and offered an arm to Shirii in passing, who clutched at his tatted wrist and hopped down from her perch with the gentlemanly aid.

North was probably expecting something entirely different than what they'd walked into. That much is clear the moment the familiar scent of blood, sweat and s t r u g g l e hits the nostrils of the doctor/public enemy, because he lets out an under-the-breath "Ohohoho!" like he'd just walked into the cheekiest fucking thing he's seen in a long time. Every one of Sushi's eyes dilated, sharpening her focus in the room as her mouth watered at the stimulating scenery. The place was in shambles, really. The corners were filmed over with mold, the concrete wet with moisture from what could be assumed was poor roofing or flooring or anything else in between. The sound of slipping shoes vying for a dry patch during the scuffle, the smell of stale air mixed with copper and adrenaline and whatever drugs the bystanders OR participants were using. The bookie concealed themselves, as far removed from the possibility of mountain tensions among the dingy crowd who was no better than the mutts that were fighting dirty, grappling and biting and wailing like a sledgehammer down on the skull of a fallen foe. There was practically a single pinpoint lightsource, above the makeshift ring itself, and everywhere else in the dilapidated backroom had to settle for residual. "What you think, ay? Worth a stay, or should we keep on? Always something to be found." She'd asked him and he adored that she did; how thoughtful was that! Not necessary at all though, because "Oh you know we have to take a look, Sis! Already seen too much" he tells her with a dissuasive wave of his hand. They were in this to win it now. "Whaddya say, Sushi? Like what ya see?" Of course he asked her--it was her time too after all! Shirii tilted her head one way and then the other like an owl, taking different angles of the scene in front of them like a thorough photographer. With a flicker of her ears she decides "..I could use a snack." North laughs at that, a large hand coming to smooth through the "adorable sweetheart's" silky hair. "Atta girl!" And with a glance and nod to Sis, he turns in his final answer and waits for her further instruction.
Gods help these people.
Away Sis Lautna Apr 7 2020, 9:40 PM
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A man after her own heart, even if he came at it from the opposite of the spectrum. A love for money, a propensity for trouble and the stance to take it on the chin and come back swinging was a shared trait. Loyalty was hoarded by Sis, stacking the people in her pocket and the crew that worked for her like so many gold coins, precious and valuable. Money was the side effect for her; the currency needed to gather people to her, to keep them fat and sleek from what she provided for them. North was the polar opposite, a mirror in reverse. Peoples' regard for him earned him a fuckload of money, and it was a profitable setup indeed if you had ever had the (mis)fortune to see the Rembrandt in person. You could do a hell of a lot worse than what he'd managed for himself in her opinion, the lack of morals needed for the work notwithstanding. If other people had a problem with the pair of them, Sis welcomed it with open arms. It was always nice to have a warm up before the main event. She silently left enough money to pay the scant price owed before she left, with a clear glance at the bartender a warning to keep any opinions on them to himself.

The grin is a match to her own and she's cheered, toothy smile catching the light. It was a good thing to see the pair of them on her wavelength. His grin is shark-like in the lower lights and while Sushi was always more lowkey in the same way an undertow leaves nary a ripple on the surface, the pupils blown wide and HUNGRY is enough of a sign on how she felt about the whole affair. She aimed an appreciative wink Shirii's way, the hint of predator one that Sis always loved to see on her favourite little monster. Her gaze flickered to the crowd and back while North talked, the muted cheers and groans the signal of a finished fight. Shirii's approval is the nail in the coffin Sis was waiting for and the large woman leaned in, arms crossed in thought. "Gotta couple of ways we could come at this, the way I see it. We could milk it for all it's worth. Drum up the hype, play the long game, let the confidence on 'em grow. Couple wins, couple losses. Put whoever they think won't win in, probably Soosh if'n she's down for pretending to play nice and make bank on the odds. Or..." The trailed off sentence is a thoughtful one and she gave Shirii a sharp smile, eyes black in the dim light.

"We could skip the show and just let Shirii have her snack 'n clear out once she's done. Could get a little messy, but you know I've never minded little bit of muss 'n fuss." Both worked equally well for her, the potential fallout a fact of life rather than a deterrent. She lived life her way and while she wasn't stupid enough to think that meant her immune to consequences, it rarely stopped her either. The results were just another wave to ride. She had to admit though, the idea of seeing Shirii pull the rug out on someone in the makeshift ring appealed to her. A good trick was worth the reward and these people clearly weren't playing for low stakes despite the shitty surroundings. She could get a little blood on her knuckles, North could make bank and the money could get Shirii as much of a snack as she wanted.

It wasn't a coincidence that both paths led to the same end. She knew what she was about, and she had no compunction in getting it, either. While she cared for what her company wanted, there wouldn't be nothing in it for her. It'd been a long, frustrating couple of months for her and what she really wanted more than another coin in her purse or a drink was the rush in her blood, the juxtaposition of her against someone else and the taste of blood on her tongue. The method of how was only the bonus. If North wanted to play the long game and wring as much from them without untoward attention, she could roll with it. And if Shirii's appetite matched her own, Sis was sure she could find a scrap or two willing to try and escape the wrathful siren by taking her on instead. Everyone could win here.

Except them, maybe, but WHO COUNTED THEM?

Offline North Apr 20 2020, 9:36 PM
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  • Corzya
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  • Rank: Slaver
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They took stock of the motley group before them, simultaneously subtle and yet practically wearing red flags as the three stood idly by and watched the commotion from afar. Glimpses of the current fight peaked out from the legs of the bystanders as one opponent tackled the other to the ground or tried to break free from the wrestle without much air left in their lungs due to the vice grip around their throat. North listened to Sis as she laid out their two options yet again, his thumbs hooked in his pockets while he absentmindedly watched these poor as shit fighters. One of them looked like a single skull bash would put him out on his ass for good.
Sushi was meanwhile standing between them, her head cutely swinging from one pirate to the other, her short bobcut swinging with unceremonious grace.
North's brows crinkled over his steel eyes as a hand came up and habitually stroked at his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmmm...Lessee here..--" but before North could really make his decision, it would be made for him.

The small siren hopped ahead of them with what some would consider an uncharacteristic level of animation; graceful in execution but stumbling in the dismount as though her sheer amount of enthusiasm disrupted a flawless dismount. She had gone from donning the movement of a wraith to an animated performer, an addition of needless movements to everything she did that exasperated her personality. She sharply turned to face them with the momentum, her large hooded pairs of eyes narrowing at them as her large pupils swiftly shot between them. Her long ears perked up and she shook her head like she'd just tasted something sour. Her disbelief was palpable as she spat out the words like they burned, her eyes shut for the moment while she processed the harm done. "preTENDING to play nice?? EXCUSE! I a m nice. Hmph!" She crossed her arms and pouted with the close-lipped scoff, raising her chin and turning sharply on her heels to face away from them. Giving them a (literal) second to stew on the decisions they'd made to insult her, Sushi glanced over her shoulder in that standoffish way a spoiled woman of royal blood might--like it was too beneath her to care, although clearly she did. "..guess it's true--you never know WHO your friends are!" and while for a bystander it sounded like the two hardy pirates were being scolded by a rich woman who'd hired them to do a job she was now finding unsatisfactory, North couldn't help drowning her out with his signature hearty laugh. "HAH! I'll take that as a "yes" to havin some fun first!"

Sushi was a curious creature. For all intents and purposes in terms of her species, she was defective. A siren's Shapeshifting magic was one of their greatest tools, even greater than the strength of their true forms; because it gave them stealth. Ease of movement through multiple environments, slipping in and attracting prey to leave it back to wherever they wished to feed without being disturbed. For Sushi...this hadn't gone off without a hitch. The form she'd made, before she could really remember, was simply imperfect. Too many eyes, too many teeth, long ears and a nose wasn't quite right. Maybe she was too short too, though that was a bit more subjective. Certainly shorter than the others of her pod, who had selected themselves as blonde bombshells and brunettes with sad but striking eyes. They were just as good at pretending as good as they looked, but Shirii was always only halfway pretending. Like a forked tongue or a hydra, the defective serpent's method of playing the parts she needed to play were always just slightly more than simply an act. Which not only made her incredibly believable, but you also had to ask if even she knew who the real Shirii was...or if one existed at all.

She slowed them down nevertheless, because pirates were especially difficult to trick when they knew the seas and her dangers, and one look at the clearly inhuman critter that was more likely a siren than simply Eximius or Dire was enough to cost every one of them a meal as well. Eventually, they'd left her behind in the middle of the night to ensure their own survival. Cut the weakest link loose.

Of course, this was long before she'd met North. Long before he'd been born, even, and she'd had time to perfect a routine that had her relying on shadows and caves to hide her telltale nonhuman traits. By the time the young fool had come around, she had everything planned out..except for the part where he began insisting she come back with him. Incessant, really. She thought he was a fool, and she thought he was annoying. Really, it was anxiety that made her rail back against him as opposed to simply rolling with her motives; but not so much because she would be found out and lose her prey as much as the simple fact that, by now, she had associated being to horrible feelings. What she didn't know was that even the idiot had a sneaking suspicion there was a reason she was hiding all the time.
He just thought it was a crime, and sought to remedy it.

After a while, Sushi pulled attention back onto herself with a series of excited claps. Transgressions were either forgiven or simply written out of this "character's" head, and she was now spinning back to face them. Her voice was rushed with fervor, "This is so exciting..! I have n e v e r fought in a grungy place like this and--oh! do you think they have trophies?? I bet they have trophies. I hope they let me fight, even. I've learned a few things, I think.." And by that she meant that she could choke someone to death by shoving their leg so far that, with a little breaking, she could shove their foot in their mouth far enough to do so. "S o. If I'm understanding you correctly--and I a a a l w a y s am--we make money this way? Gambling and throwing fights and winning and losing until my big finale? Performing is my specialty!" She'd seen Javel work the room this way as she protected the money he collected like a fucking guard dog. People always thought they could slip by the small thing, put pressure on the banker and make off with their refund and then some--but the siren always made sure they left something behind after she sent them running with their tail between their legs. An ear or an eye or a limb or more--whichever she was feeling like snacking on while she watched the show.

If ever "looks can be deceiving" and "it's always the quiet ones" fused to create a single lovechild, that lovechild would be Soosh.
Away Sis Lautna May 2 2020, 7:12 AM
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  • Age: 32
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A fond look danced in her eyes as she watched Shirii shift into someone new right before her eyes. A siren indeed, Sis HERSELF couldn’t say she wouldn’t dance to the lithe girl’s tune, if not for the reasons everyone else might. A tiny wonder in her opinion, the most delightful of hidden monsters. North was a lucky one, and he probably knew it too. She crossed her arms, one calloused hand tucking itself under her chin as she watched the moccasin’s performance in motion. Seamless and sudden, just as slick as a snake settling into a second skin. She shook her head in mock dismay even as North laughed, an amused smirk curling her lips back to show pearly whites. Tonight was going to be a delight.

The excited gush of words was enough to spin her head right around, fully believable and believed. This version was as real as the next, energy thrummed through every syllable and the layout of her con was spot on. Sis tossed her a thumb’s up, a deep bellyful of laughter barely contained as she eyed the crowd. “We’ll get you a trophy, hun, that’s for sure.” Did they hand out trophies in a shithole like this? Not on your life. But she didn’t doubt they were going to walk away from this with SOMETHING to remember it by. Sis would make sure of that, if Shirii didn’t. The breaking of the current circle sent spine straight as a pointer dog scenting a rabbit and her smile only grew wider. This was going to be a show for sure, more than worth the drudgery that had landed her here. Silver linings.

“You’re up, sweetheart. You got this, yeah?” The question isn’t necessary, even if it was SAID from the heart, no longer hushed and instead said for the entire crowd, regardless of their relationship to her. A wink and a nod and she split off from the group, repositioning herself closer to the bookie, ready to start the bets. Idly, her hands pick through what she had on her person. Enough to be a real bet, if a token one. A friend, humouring her prize fighter aspirations. Just enough to be believable. Things could ramp up as they went. She fingered the gold coins, even as the con began. Whoever lost the previous bout was hauled off to the side by a pair of pissed off lookin’ mates and the circle of audience members and betters reformed around the bookie and another man, even uglier than the last. If he wasn’t a regular to this grungy pit, she’d eat her boots. That, or his parents were the ugliest louts this side of Stadarfell. A crooked nose and a sneer accompanied his swagger up into the center of the ring, an (frankly overkill in her opinion) aggressive stare one that swept the clusters of people that loitered about.

Oh, this was going to be a hell of a night. She was quick to fork over the gold to the bookie as Shirii bounced her way into the ring, murmurs and whispers fluttering after her. The guy’s face was frankly hilarious, a moment of sheer bewilderment prefacing the ugliest sneer she’d ever seen before he piped up. ‘This is who I’m fightin’? Yer jokin’ me, right?’ He visibly dismissed the shorter lady, instead turning back to the bookie Sis still loitered behind. ‘C’mon, man, I ain’t makin’ shit offa trash like this.’ Sis struggled not to laugh at his bellyaching, keeping her face appropriately blank, just a hint of concern to peek through the facade. What a moron. The siren wasn't subtle in the OTHER about her features, it took a certain kind of idiot to look at Shirii and see a defenseless little lady in those green eyes and the shark-like teeth. Even the most positive of associations would've been enough to beat his sorry ass. He'd clearly gotten overconfident being the big fish in a small pond. Thankfully, idiots like him seemed to be a dime a dozen, or this would never work. His complaints are mirrored in the vaguely disinterested gaze of the crowd. The money was flowing, though, a cascade of bets heralding her entrance to the unofficial ring, everyone sure that he was going to sweep this fight. An uncaring shake of the head was his only response and the whining fighter scowled before turning back to Shirii with furrowed brows and an aggressive set to his jaw. ‘Les’ get this over wit’, then. I'll go easy on ya'.’ He squared up and Sis shook her head. Anyone else would see it as dismay for her friend, but it was quite the opposite. This sucker had no clue what he was dealing with.