forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"You don't have too," he said, rolling his eyes, "You just insist on being in control of my every motion."
He allowed her to drag him along, however, just because he enjoyed the contact.

She didn't let go of him but didn't move her grasp from where it was around his wrist, either. "You're perfectly capable of preventing me from doing so, you know," she pointed out. Johnnie pretended she couldn't hear them, even going as far as leading them without making her presence hugely known, a skill she had happily acquired.

"Well…." he mused on the thought, "Your decision-making skills are exponentially better than mine, so I tolerate it."

"You tolerate me dragging you around because I'm good at making decisions?" she repeated, raising a brow with a curious look.

"Well….yes," he said, smiling slightly as he avoided eye contact. "Plus, if I protested, you would just beat me up and then drag me around."

She couldn't help the amused smile creeping up her lips, and she snorted and looked ahead. "However true that might be, I highly doubt I'd be quick enough to catch you. Not worth the trouble."

"You are selling yourself short," he said, deciding that his feelings were not that confusing anymore. He just flat out liked the woman. "I can move laterally at full speed, but my sprint is still crippled heavily."

"For now," she said. "When you heal I won't be able to grab you at all." She hummed and shrugged. "Besides. Should you run, I probably would just let you be. Too lazy."

They walked in silence for another 5 minutes before Anto called up, "Hey, Johnnie? How far away are we now?"

"Just a few minutes, maybe ten," she called back, "It's hard to tell where he'd be. Us criminals tend to not stay in one place at a time, and he seemed extra twitchy."

"Any reason why he's so twitchy?" he asked, putting his free hand on the hilt of his bigger knife.

She shrugged. "Dunno. Says it's just the way he's built. Steady aim though, so I'm not complaining." Fane listened with a tilted head, staying quiet. She still had yet to let go, a fact that went right over her head.

Anto chose not to mention it, smiling to himself slightly. "Well, let us just hope he does not shoot us before we even get the chance to talk to him."

"Let's," Johnnie agreed, then motioned for them to stop as she crept on forward, sensing something up ahead that made her uneasy. Fane stopped, pulling Anto to a halt as well.

He opened his mouth to protest, but chose against it when he saw their facial expressions. "Anyone gonna tell me what's going on?" he was quietly.

"Johnnie seems to think something's up," Fane answered, eyes glued to the spot where the thief had disappeared. She let go of Anto once she registered her prolonged grasp, frowning slightly when she glanced down at their close hands.

He pulled out his bigger knife, his hands slipping into the finger guards and gripping it tightly. "If we hear a gunshot, we are running, correct?"

"Correct," Fane said, reaching behind her and grabbing one of her axes. She angled herself so she was in front of Anto, eyes right back on the spot again. No time to think about that right now.

They sat there for what felt like an eternity, hearing or seeing nothing from where Johnnie disappeared. It began to make Anto nervous.
"Don't either of you move a fuckin' muscle," a deep voice said from behind both of them, and ANtto felt something cold press against the back of his head.

Fane froze, though her eyes darted to the side to try and catch who was there in her peripheral vision. She hated not being able to do anything, but she'd rather be sitting still and alive than moving and getting killed.

"Why are you two following me?" the man's eyes looked down and saw the knife in Anto's hand. "Drop the blade, fucker."
Anto did as he was told.

"So you're the sharpshooter," Fane concluded. She, too, dropped her ax, though the twin of it was still hooked to her back. "We were lookin' to recruit you, but it seems you won't be getting the chance. That is, if you killed us."

"Recruit me for what?" the man sounded suspicious. "How did you find me?"

"Pirate ship. Specialised crew. Big money. We had one of our new recruits track you down." She tilted her head. "I think she's proved herself quite well, in tracking you."

The man contemplated the offer for a moment, then stepped back and pulled the gun from Anto's head. "What is the ship's name?"