forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Rosia," he repeated, staring up at the ceiling. "I can see why you chose Fane. It is a much more intimidating name."

She grabbed a random pillow and chucked it at his head. "It doesn't fit the image I built for myself. Plus, I wanted to be as separated from my mother as possible."

He caught the pillow in mid air, his face flinching slightly as the sudden motion aggravated his ribs. "I chose to just combine my first and last name and be done with it. Anthony is not a very good pirate name, either."

"No, it's not. Neither is Aeleis, Rosia, or Valhalla. I protest to my name." She grabbed another pillow and hugged it to her chest, eyes trailing over the room curiously, checking everything out when it was all upside down.

"Anto, however, sounds made-up," he said, glancing over at Rosia. "But, under short notice, it was the only thing I could come up with. Yours is much more believable."

"Most pirate names are made-up, so you're not too stand-out-ish." She cocked her head to the side. "Well, name-wise. Everything else makes you stick out like a sore thumb."

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow up at the ceiling. "How is that?"

"Well, for one, you're the newbie that has only gotten himself injured. You don't drink," She started ticking everything off as she spoke, "When you did fight, you were better unarmed than almost the entire crew, you've been classified as the first mate's 'pet,' you're less relaxed than the rest of the crew, you're posher and more uptight than the crew." She looked up at him. "Need I say more?"

"They call me your pet?" he asked, scrunching his nose up. "Why?"

She sighed heavily as if sadly guessing correctly that he would pick up on that particular example. "Because I pay more attention to you than the rest of them, and when I do pay attention to them, it's not exactly for hugs and kisses."

"Like you give me hugs and kisses?" He sat up and frowned, crossing his arms over his stomach because he assumed it would hurt if it were over his chest. "I am not your pet."

"I never said you were," she defended herself, "That's their thought process. I have no control over that." She groaned and pulled herself up, holding her head from the sudden change of position and not being upside-down anymore.

"I don't like that," he grumbled, still obviously upset. "How come I haven't heard wind of this?"

"Probably because you're too busy sulking?" she offered, holding her head as she grumbled, a slight wince as a significant pounding of a headache. "Why is it so upsetting anyway? It's just words."

"I…don't know. Something about it urks me, though." He got to his feet rubbing his hands together. "How close are we to port?"

"Rude." She stood up as well and stretched. "Uhh, a few minutes out? I didn't check, but that's just a guess."

"So we'll be leaving soon." He tapped his chin in thought. "First thing we need is a bruiser. The biggest, ugliest motherfucker we can find."

"Oh, so you?" she teased with a smirk flashed his way. "Agreed. We also need a stealth. Quick on their feet and capable of hiding in plain sight. Preferably someone small in stature."

"Then there's us, a mix of the two extremes," he said, then frowned. "Anything we're missing?"

She tilted her head. "Maybe just some general soldiers. Good at what they do without causing too much trouble. Capable of jumping into action at a moment's notice."

"Fair enough." He cracked his knuckles. "So, are we gonna divide and conquer, or do you not trust me by myself in port?"

"I don't trust you to be on your own without getting yourself hurt," she said, giving him a knowing look. "You're not leaving my sight." She paused. "And same goes for me. I don't trust myself to not wander off and get distracted."

"We'll keep each other focused," he said, nodding approvingly. "Wonderful plan. Should we get ready to leave?"

"Yeah," she said with a nod, then headed to the door and opened it. She looked back at him with a warning look once again. "Remember. Fane outside of this room. And Anto," she added, knowing he'd remind her to refrain from princy.

"What else would I call you?" he asked, feigning ignorance while giving her a knowing look.