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Started December 15, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Me!

Hi! I have class for the next hour and a half so I won't be on.

Same here, our teacher decided to quiz us yay
How about at around 12 EST?

Hrm… That should work. Today's pretty lax for me

I will try to be on but I may disappear from time to time.

I'll also try and be on but I have a lot of work this week

(Girl, and thanks
I'll put something up when I'm done a portion of my homework, sorry!)

Screech?//

(Here it is, sorry for the delay!)

It was another sunny day in Copiae, the sky a clear blue decorated by wispy clouds, the sun warming the white sand that made up the coastline. Crowds of people, all dressed in colourful swathes of fabric, bustled around, laughter and music hanging in the air. At the docks, line upon line of ships were anchored down, waiting for their inhabitants to return.

The people moved in generally continuous groups, but there was a slight traffic in front of a particular ship where they lingered a little longer, staring up in mild awe. The ship was made out of a smooth, medium toned wood, was of average size, and sported a smaller crew than most. The words ‘The Wanderer’ were carved across the size and inked in shimmering gold letters. But it was not any of those that drew the eyes of the citizens.

The ship was gorgeous. Incredibly detailed, artistic carvings curved up the mainmast, not etched into the wood, but almost growing out of it. The same markings decorated the front and back of the ship, and a mermaid, wild and fierce, was curled around the bowsprit. Playing in the waves beside the ship was a creature of blue-green serrated scales and sharp spines, a gaping maw from which sprouted rows of gleaming teeth. It was normal for a pirate ship to have a sea-dwelling companion, but this? This was a monster.

Perched on the starboard side of the ship, a tanned woman with a brown tricorn hat scanned a newspaper, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Oblivious to the milling crowd— she’d learn to block it out— she frowned slightly at the headlines, swinging her legs.

Quick question. Should I start off with Kydah's exile or start her off aftr it?//

Up to you, but seeing the exile would be cool
I’ll post a passage for my second character after someone else has gone

I shall…//

Awesome :)

(That was an amazing starter topaz!)

Finley had been rushing around the small infirmary once again– a place where she spent most of her time on the ship– continuing to organize new medicinal herbs and pills that they had picked up from the docks in Barne. Their seemed to be much more this time, lining the wooden walls of the small office, but the apothecary's and doctors in Barne always tended to find new diseases or colds to prevent.

Where does the thistle go again? she thought to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind her.

"We've reached Copiae," another dark haired crew member spoke up behind her, motioning towards the stairs leading to the deck. "There might be a few markets that you can look through."

Finley nodded in understanding before she placed one last small, glass jar on the shelf, grabbed her leather bound notebook and preceded to head upstairs. She was greeted by the warm sun of the island's weather as she brushed a small strand of dark hair behind her ear, determined to experience as much as this weather as possible. She was usually too cooped up in the infirmary to come out on the deck anyway. Not before long, Finley noticed a brown, tricorn hat, recognizing the long, wavy blond hair from under it as she began to make her way towards the other woman.

(Thanks Nessie! You too)

Marianne turned her head at the sound of footsteps, strands of sun-bleached hair falling across her line of vision. A smile appeared on her face when her eyes fell on the ship’s doctor, Finley, and she folded the newspaper shut. “Hey, Finley,” she greeted, swinging her legs back over the side of the ship and onto the deck. Barefoot as usual, she stood. “Have you seen these headlines?”

Kydah's powerful tail cut through the water, her spear strapped to her back as she swam. She gave a small laugh as she felt the exhilaration of the streaming water. She stopped when she came upon a village, this was the village they were supposed to stop at. This is where the Mer military has a base? This puny little town? She thought with a raised eyebrow.

Kydah shrugged, giving a sigh as she undid her spear. She had arrived late, having stopped to hunt on the way. She swam into town, her keen eyes looking over the town as she tried to spot one of her tribemates. Aha! Found ya! She said in her mind, reeling back as she entered the small alleyway where she saw her tribemate and… A dead child… "Merrian! What is going on?!" She whisper yelled, pulling her friend away from the dead child to which she was stabbing. "Kydah! Let me do this!"

"Headlines?" Finley questioned as she made her way towards Marianne, glancing down towards the newspaper in her hand. She occasionally read the papers, though most of the time she barely had time to.

Not sure… I was planning on having a time skip for her and end up washed up on the shore next to the Wanderer…//

"No!" Kydah said, batting away Merrian's hand when she tried to reach for the child. "This child was innocent! There was no reason to kill him!" She said, her vision going red. "I'm going to call the leader!" Kydah said just as one of the tribe leaders swam into view and gave a gasp of horror upon seeing Kydah holding a dead child. "Kydah!" The leader screamed, taking a deep breath before saying something in a commanding voice. "Kydah, you are now exiled from the tribe for murdering an innocent in cold blood. Leave."