forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Aye!" she called, then, as.per usual, grabbed Anto and hauled him after her as she made her way to the captain's cabin.

The captain was standing next to the window, staring out at the city before him with his pipe in hand.
"You two sit down," he said, not glancing in their direction.

Fane didn't say anything, but she let go of Anto and sat down into a chair with a raised brow, confused.

Anto sat down next to her.
"Did you find all of the crew that you desired?" he asked, putting the pipe to his lips and taking a long drag.

"Yep," Fane said, popping the p. She leaned back in the chair. "One proved herself capable."

"Good, good. Very good." He looked over at them with a frown, allowing a bit of smoke to slip through his lips. "Now, when you were gone, the crew enlightened me on a few of their…opinions of you two's relationship."

She sighed and rubbed at her forehead. "What are they saying?" she asked, the question laced with a grumble. Sure, she had made the decision to simply treat Anto however she wanted, but it was still annoying.

"That you two fancy each other," Parris said simply. "Is that the truth?"

Fane froze. Like, statue still. She didn't move, didn't speak, barely breathed. That wasn't what she had been expecting, and… She didn't know how to react to it. She could've easily denied it and let it be that, but she just couldn't do it.

"I….cannot speak for her," Anto said quietly after a few moments of silence, "But it is the truth for me.)

Fane was quiet for some time before she took a deep breath in and lifted her head. "Does it matter?" she asked quietly. She refused to look at anyone. She wasn't a feelings type person. Emotions were confusing, especially when so many were swirling around.

Anto felt his heart sink when she said those words, but Captain Parris pressed on, pulling the pipe from his lips to say, "Yes, it does."

She sighed and rolled her head back, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin. "I don't fucking know, alright? Yes, I'm fond of him. But anything more… I don't know." She slumped against the back of the chair in defeat, sounding and looking so confused.

"This isn't me trying to hound you, Fane," he said, sitting down on his desk. "I just wanted to know if my crew was spreading fake rumors around on my ship. Who you become interested in isn't a concern. You may do what you wish as long as it doesn't impede your work."

"Feels like I'm being hounded," she muttered, then stood without being dismissed. "Are we done? It won't hinder anything. My job is all I've got, and you know that. I'm not stupid."

"Yes, you may. Show the new members of the crew to their cabins. Anto," Parris turned to the prince, "Go to Mercedes to make sure that your legs are healing properly."
Anto nodded and got out of the cabin as quick as he could. He had a feeling that Fane wouldn't really want his company at the moment.

Fane left without another word, stalking over the deck and barking orders at people that happened to be in her way. She found the new recruits and approached them.

Hugh stood next to white, his tree trunk-sized arms crossed over his chest as the two spoke. The sharpshooter stood by hisself, his hand pulled over his eyes.

Anto went to his cabin to see if Mercedes was in the room, a heavy frown on his face.

Mercedes was indeed in their shared cabin, fiddling with a dream catcher she was making. When Anto walked in and she saw his frown, she tilted her head and drew a frowny face over her lips.

Johnnie was now awake and slightly dazed, and hella pissed at the sharpshooter. Fane walked up to them and clapped her hands to get their attention. "First thing's first, introductions."

"Captain forced Fane to disclose her feelings towards me, and it did not go well," he explained, sitting down on his bed and groaning.

"I'm Hugh," the big man said, giving a friendly wave to the group of people.
"Me name's Mathais White!" White said cheerfully, his Australian accent on full display. (Just gonna make him the cray fucker)
"Ming," the sharpshooter said from where he stood, raising his hat slightly to look at Fane.