forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Rosia," she corrected with a grumble, sighing as she heard the name. "And you're welcome. I didn't want to listen to you complain about it all day," she then added with a playful grin.

"Are you going to release me so we can get work done, or is this what we're doing for the rest of the day?" he asked, nudging her head with his.

She turned her head so that the tongue she stuck out poked his cheek, then chuckled and slipped her arms back, breaking the embrace.

He pulled a face and wiped the spit from his cheek, rubbing it off on his pants before opening the door. "After you, Rosia."

She stuck her tongue out at him again, leaning in as if about to lick him again, then laughed and leaned back to walk through the cabin door.

White and Hugh were still standing near the main mast. They both turned when the two runaways walked out of Fane's cabin, the big man's face unreadable while White broke out into a grin.
"The whole crew's left, mate!" he explained. "They're all ashore."

(sorry. Just haven't been motivated to roleplay much)

Fane nodded and gave Anto a look, silently saying there's your answer, then turned back to White. "Why didn't you two go? Pretty sure you don't need my permission to leave."

"We've been in that town for most our lives," Hugh said with a shrug. "Ain't much fo' us to do no more."
"Where is Ming and Johnnie?" Anto asked, looking around with a frown.
White jabbed a finger towards the cabin. "They walked off over there."
"I thought they hated each other?" Anto asked, raising and eyebrow.
"Seemed pretty friendly to me," White responded, giving the prince a knowing smile. "Real friendly, in fact."

Fane sighed, though she shook her head and chuckled. "Why am I not surprised? Honestly, with their professions, they'll be keeping each other on their toes."

"Want us to go get 'em?" Hugh asked.
"No, no," Anto said, shaking his head. "I think we should leave them be.. Besides, you two have some training lined up."
He turned to Fane. "Mind getting a couple of swords from the armory?"

She nodded and turned to leave, heading towards the armory to grab some sturdy but relatively blunt swords. It wouldn't be hard, considering how almost all of the weapons were blunt.

"So," White said when the first mate went below deck. "What's goin' on with ye two?"
Little did he know, the armory was directly under where they were standing, allowing her to hear everything they were saying.
"Things are…progressing, I suppose," Anto said.
"You two took happy 'round each other," Hugh said, giving the prince a nod. "Surprisin', really. From wh' I've heard from the crew, she's a bit of a bitch."
Anto smiled, shaking his head. "That is just when you get on her bad side."

Fane sorted through the swords, shamelessly eavesdropping on the conversation happening right above her head. It was about her, so she had every right to listen in on what they were saying.

Her fingers skimmed over the metal of one sword, a small smile blooming over her face when Anto defended her against the rest of the crew's grumblings about her personality. "Atta boy," she whispered into the empty room.

"The whole crew shares that opinion, mate," White says with a raised eyebrow. "And it would seem that ye opinion's a bit biased."
Anto simply shrugged. "They get yelled out because they do something wrong. I think it says more about the crew than the first mate, yes?"

Fane tapped her nails on the sword, thinking over her own actions. Yes, she was hard on the crew, perhaps unnecessarily so, but what was she supposed to do? This group of people was prone to being lazy whenever the chance arises. If she were to let up on them, then they'd get too lax and the entire ship would fall into lazy chaos.

"She's done nothin' against me," Hugh said, crossing her arms. "She good in my book."
"If she was a bad first mate," Anto explained, "Parris wouldn't let her do it for so long."

"Huh," Fane murmured, not even considering that fact before, "Point." She shrugged and gathered some swords, waiting to see if the conversation continued or took a turn.

Anto was a lot more observant than he seemed, for he stomped once on the deck and said, "Now, if you're done eavesdropping, would you mind bringing the swords up?"

"Fuck off," Fane hissed, though not without a smile as she scooped the swords up into her arms and headed back out of the armory.

The men were smiling as Fane walked back up from belowdeck.
"Nothin' gets past ye, huh?" White asked giving the Prince a hearty slap on the back.
"I could hear her talking," he admitted sheepishly.

"Maybe I was just talking to myself, you never know," Fane huffed, shooting Anto look, then facing White. "Think you can take these off my hands?" She held up the swords in question.

"I doubt you say 'atta boy' to yourself," Anto said as White stepped forward and took the blades.

She rolled her eyes and grumbled something along the lines of 'Had I known you had the ears of a bat, I would've shut my trap.'

"What do you want to do with these?" White asked, dropping the blades to the ground.
"You and Hugh take two. You'll be sparring so I can see what we're working with," Anto said. "And while we're at it, Fane and I will do a bit of sparring, too."