forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Then why did you take it?" Cicada groaned.

“I find it hard to work with people in my office,” Lucian muttered.

"I wish to leave but no one seems to want to let me," Cicada continued to twirl her daggers.

Lucian shrugged his shoulders loosely. “It’s not my decision to make,” He simply responded, taking a seat at his desk.

"Can I leave captain ginger?" Cicada asked her.

( just read it )

Leah looked over her page and flipped through the rest of the pages; some about her blood samples, hallucinations, drinking, etc. She decided to look at Daso's next.

"Mhm. Stay with Daso." Leah replied, opening the file.

"Yes!" Cicada exclaimed, "Who's Daso?"

"The one and only," Daso replied. "Although I'd rather not babysit you, Captain's evil twin."

"Ha. Ha," Cicada got off the bed, "I'm not happy with this arrangement either, but let's go."

Daso sighed. "I fear for my life. But here we go."

"You should," Cicada left the infirmary with Daso trailing behind her.

"So. Where do you wanna go? The gallery's locked. The cabins are off limits." Daso ticked off the rooms on his fingers. "All that's left is the deck, basically."

"Great," Cicada said, "I honestly need some plague free air. So this is fine."

Ace couldn't sleep. He never could. He had insomnia ever since the day his village was massacred.

"Ew I hope you're not infected," Daso said, making a face. He laughed right after. "Anyway, this it." He motioned to the deck. "No fresher air than sea air."

Daso’s main page read:

-Visits: Sees me occasionally for minor to major injuries, mostly chat outside of medical visits, though.

-Only notable trauma seems to be from childhood (PERSONAL NOTE: Why does everyone on this bloody ship have terrible childhoods?).
-Seemingly happy and friendly = possibly stable mental health
-Seems close with Captain (SEE MORE ON PAGE 3)

Over-all goal: Work on trauma.

"I'm not," Cicada responded, "I never even touched the ground once the plague hit Divo."
The wind blew through Cicada hair, "This feels amazing."

Leah raised a brow at the last note, deciding to flip to page 3.

The way the wind played with her hair reminded him of Leah. He smiled, lifting an eyebrow. "I have to know. Why do you look so much like the captain?"

"I have no idea," Cicada responded honestly, "My parents abandoned me when I was a little kid. Grew up defending myself."

"No parents. Hmm." Daso stroked his chin like he was figuring out some great mystery.

"Yeah," Cicada sighed, "Don't analyze it too much."