forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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Fane gestured to the docks. "Then look for the Merry Watch and ask for the captain. We're waiting for one of the recruits, and Anto and I have to discuss a few things."

Hugh nodded, and walked off. The amount of ground he covered with a single step was unreal, and the crowd seemed to leave a three foot radius around him at all times.
"Charming fellow, is he not?" Anto asked.

"Charming is one way to put it," she said, then turned and headed towards a nearby alleyway. She grabbed Anto's hand to drag him along with her, something that seemed to be something she always did now.

"You can just say, 'Hey, let's go over there,' instead of yanking me around, you know," he said, taking his arm back when they reached the alley.

"But that's no fun," she said, turning and leaning against the opposite wall that Anto was standing by. She may have given them the time to discuss what Anto was so desperate to discuss, but she wouldn't be the one to initiate the conversation.

"So you really think the crew would look down upon you if you allow me to be a part of this crew you and the captain are putting together?" he asked, choosing to stay upright.

She clenched her jaw and looked off to the side, letting out a short breath through her nose. "It's not the simple matter of letting you. It's the fact that I pay more attention to you than the rest of them. I know more about you than I know about them. I spend some of my downtime just talking to you instead of just going to my room like I used to do. Putting you on the pedestal of 'he's better than any of you,' which is essentially what the team is, would only make them figure you're my favorite."

He frowned, turning up his nose. "Well, then…I will cause no problems nor press the matter any farther. It would not be beneficial to you or me. Or the crew as a whole, for that matter."

She narrowed her eyes at him, not liking his tone or high and mighty stance. She was conflicted. She wasn't used to being conflicted. She didn't like making decisions when she didn't have everything straight, and right now, she didn't know how she felt about anything regarding Anto.

Before hearing the rumors, Fane hadn't paid any mind to how she treated Anto compared to the rest of the crew. But after hearing them, she was looking back and connecting all the dots the crew was connecting. She did treat him differently than the rest, and that was what conflicted her. She never did such a thing. Why was this runaway prince so special?

"Don't be an ass about it," she finally muttered, gaze darting to the side.

"I am just trying to help," he said with a shrug. "I do not intend to sound like an ass."

He glanced out at the street, frowning when he caught a blur of blonde hair. She's as good as White said.

"Alright, Johnnie, how long were you there?" Anto asked, walking out into the street.

"Long enough to know that you're special," she said with a smirk. Fane didn't exit the alley where Anto had, instead, going in the opposite direction and heading towards the ship that way. She needed some time to herself to think. If he got himself killed, so be it.

"Do you know anyone else that would be willing to join us?" Anto asked Johnnie, glancing at Fane and frowning. She needs space to think about….something. What, I am not sure, but she needs it.

"Depends on who you're looking for," Johnnie said, glancing back to look where Anto was looking. "Something going on between you two?" she asked, looking back at Anto with a raised brow.

"The crew of our ship claims that she treats me more fondly than the others," he said, turning back to Johnnie. "She seems quite conflicted about it. And we're just looking for soldiers. Nothing really specific."

"Well, she doesn't exactly strike me as the fond type," she observed with a shrug. "I know of a sharpshooter in the next district. I'm sure he'd be willing to join."

"District?" It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "How far away might that be?"

"Not far, but you might want to get your girl before she's gone," Johnnie suggested, twisting slightly to give Anto room to go past her.

He sighed and limped after Fane, catching up to her after a minutes or so. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Johnnie says she knows a sharpshooter in the next district," he said, not meeting her eyes. "You can continue to go back to the ship if you please, but I figured you wanted to know were we were going."

Fane stopped and took a second before looking over at Anto. "I'll go, but you can handle this one on your own." She still didn't know what she was to do about Anto, but she was leaning towards simply doing what she pleased and letting the crew know she didn't care, even if she did.

She had prided herself in not caring about anything or anyone, and the only person she had somewhat cared about was killed. Anto, in his typical annoying manner, had wormed his way into her life and refused to go away, as stubborn as ever. She couldn't drop him even if she wanted to.

He frowned slightly as they began walking back to Johnnie, looping his fingers into his belt.
"I do not mean to cause problems like this," Anto said, "I feel horrible about it."

"It's fine," she said with a shrug, sliding her hands into her pockets. "I've made up my mind anyway. I'll talk to Cap about making you a part of this crew."

He opened his mouth to argue, but he glanced over at her and decided against it. She was his first mate, after all. Who was he to argue with her?
"Alright," Anto said to Johnnie when they reached her again, "Show us this sharpshooter of yours."
(Already have a reference pic)

Johnnie saluted and turned around, guiding them to where she last saw the sharpshooter. She took them through the thieves passages, keeping them away from the crowds.

Annto followed Johnnie behind Fane, silently contemplating his feeling for the first mate. He thought very fondly of her. If she would ask, he would tell her too. Yet, he felt as though she made the conscious effort to push him away. It was all very confusing for him, who's emotions were always set in stone and easy to predict.

Fane glanced back at the runaway prince, wondering why he chose to hang back. She slowed down slightly to grab his wrist and pull him along with her, forcing him to her side. "How many times do I have to do this?" she muttered, though there was no heat to her words.