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"Can never be too prepared," she said with a sweet smile, striding over to him and flicking her wrist. A blade shot out of the gauntlet and just barely avoided his neck. "Besides, I'm Reaper. I'd be a disappointment to my name if I didn't come overprepared for a fight."
He didn't flinch when the blade nearly slit his throat, instead rolling his eyes. "You are ridiculously over-dramatic."
Anthony leaned in and gave her a light kiss on her lips before walking towards the door.
"We need to go before Parris hangs us from the Crow's Nest by our thumbs," he said, opening the door and walking out.
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"And yet you chose to shag me," Rosia said, an amused brow flicking up as she deactivated the blade and strode after Anthony. The weight of the weapons was a familiar and comforting feeling as she walked. She closed the door behind her and walked by Anthony's side.
"That was before we were told that we had a job," he said, looping his thumbs underneath his belt as they walked to Captain Parris. the Captain was standing next to the bridge, arms crossed over his chest and an unhappy look on his face.
"That was a little more than six minutes," he pointed out as they walked single file down the bridge.
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"You know me and punctuality, Capt," the first mate said while lazily picking at her nails, easily slipping back into the badass, I-have-no-emotions mask she always kept up—at least, always until she was alone with the prince. "Royalty is never late, even the pirate kind."
"Do you think Anto's knees can hold up for the next couple of hours?" he asked Fane, ignoring Anto confused look.
"Why not ask me?" the prince interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you'd say yes either way," Parris responded, giving Anthony a sideways look.
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"If it's continuous standing, probably not," she said, "But if he's allowed to sit, likely. And even if he's not allowed, I'll make sure it is. You did choose us for a reason, after all." She also ignored the prince as she said that, flicking her gaze up at the captain once she was done speaking with a raised brow.
Parris nodded as they headed off down the dock.
"I'm going for quality over quantity here," he said as they briskly moved into town. "I could have went with Hugh and Reech if I wanted two meatheads, but I'm going in there to set the tone straight. Kasady has been itching for the head seat for a while now and she isn't above sicking her two sailors at me at this meeting to get it."
He stopped and looked them both in the eyes, first Fane and then Anto.
"If anyone even looks at me or you the wrong way, you go and knock their teeth in. Got it?" The last bit was directed at Anto, who nodded briskly. Parris gave him the once over to make sure he was serious and was pleased to see he was.
"Good," the Captain said, turning around and continuing his walk to the pub Anto and Fane had picked up White and Johnny at.
"Who's Kasady?" Anto asked Fane.
(Just some other captain)
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"Another captain," Fane informed him, taking up a place behind Parris that was also slightly off to the side of him. It was a habit, really, to walk like this when with someone. Better to watch both their back and their side, and sometimes their front, too. She was eager to break some fingers and punch some faces, so she was secretly hoping someone tried some funny business. Maybe she'd end up being the one to start it…
Anto did the same on the other side of the captain as the walked into the bar once again. Immediately he could see why Parris wanted them with him. Some of the meanest motherfuckers he'd ever seen occupied every table, each looking at each other like they were ready to dismember everyone in the room. Obviously, he was the odd man out. He had an unassuming build, was short, and had somewhat of a babyface, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Didn't know they let toddlers into the bar," a grizzled, older pirate with an impressive beard and a scar over one eye called out, a nasty grin on his face.
What happened next was a blur for Anto. However, everyone else in the bar saw the prince pick up the closest available glass and throw it so hard it knocked the man out on impact and sent his limp body face-first into the nearest wall.
"Didn't know they let corpses in the bar," Anthony said loudly, spitting in the guy's direction before moving back in formation
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Fane grinned devilishly when Anto knocked the one pirate out, wicked delight shining in her eyes for all to see. For them, she put on the show of being slightly insane. Reaper, they'd call her. The one who lusted after spilt blood and gaping wounds. The one who'd pick a fight without a second thought and gladly slice you open without batting an eye.
Her lips curled up in a cruel smile as she locked gazes with each and every pirate in the room. "I'd suggest playing nice," she purred, "or more flies will drop before the night's over."
Everyone gave them a wide berth after that as Parris headed for his usual seat, looking weary of the two shortest people in the place. A quick glance over at Fane showed the real reason why. That look in her eye was something he'd never seen before. She portrayed pure bloodlust and it damn near scare him.
The table that Parris finally made it to was already occupied, something that the captain didn't appreciate.
Kasady looked up from the head seat at the table, a devilish grin on her face and her feet kicked up on the table top. Her two choices were easily double Anthony's size and looked completely unafraid. That made them the most dangerous people in the place to their well being.
"Kasady," Captain Parris said, "I believe you are sitting in the wrong table."
"Oh," Kasady responded, completely unperturbed, "No, no, no, I think this is the exact right table. Very comfortable seats, good view of the bar…….and only given to the head pirate in the bar. Think it suits me perfectly."
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"Personally, I'd think a pine box and six feet of dirt above you would suit you better," Fane said with an unimpressed look directed at the female captain's two choices. She wasn't in the mood for Kasady's bullshit, so she rounded around the table, fingers gliding over the shoulder of one of the large pirates on either side of the captain. A wicked grin remained on her lips as she stared at the opposite pirate, not looking at the captain. "But to each their own," she purred in the captain's ear, positioning herself perfectly for her next little trick.
Anto took a step back, gabbing the captain by the collar and making him do the same. Whatever she had in mind, he doubted they wanted to be within arm's length of it. A quick glance around the bar showed that everyone had their eyes on table, anxious to see what would happen next. Even the pirate Anthony had knocked out had risen up and returned to his seat to get a better view of it.
"I will give you five seconds to take your hands off of me before I tell my boys to have a bit of fun," Kasady growled through clenched teeth.
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"That's plenty," Fane said before she leaned back. In a flash and without warning, she kicked the legs of the chair at the base and pulled back the top of the chair, throwing it off balance and tipping it back. She walked away with a cackle of delight, eyes shining as she practically skipped away and into the middle of the bar, arms outstretched. "See? And I have a few seconds to spare."
The two men, who's concept of time were horrible, sprung out of their seats and went to draw their sword. But Anto decided now was a good time to intervene. Grabbing the closest empty chair, he lunged forward and smashed it over one of the men's head, breaking it in the process and sending the man crumpling to the floor. Before the other even had time to react, Anto slammed his foot as hard as he could into his knee and followed up with a punch to the jaw, dropping that guy as well.
Kasady stared up at the three of them with new-found fear, still laying on the seat that Fane had tipped over.
"As I said before," Parris repeated smoothly, giving his two crewmembers pleased looks, "I think your sitting at the wrong table, Kasady."
The red-haired woman scrambled to her feet and hustled out of the bar, muttering curses the entire way.
"Take a seat," the Captain told Anthony and Fane, gesturing at the now empty chairs as he righted the one previously occupied by Kasady.
(whip since you're online)
(and I felt like being annoying)
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(yes, you are annoying on the occasion)
(And you did see the list of roleplays i have yet to answer, right?)
(also, more homework is a thing)
(and I felt like being annoying)
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(🖕🏻)
(hehe)
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((here you go, Mr. Lonely))
Fane chuckled merrily, pleased with Anto's quick thinking and mentally squealing It actually worked! Indeed, she had no idea the captain would actually fall, or if she'd be in the clear from the two brutes. But things seemingly fell into place, first with the captain tipping back with the chair and Anto reacting when he did.
She probably looked insane to the other pirates, but that was how she wanted to come across to them. No one of unstable mind would hesitate to go the extra mile when lashing out—or even hesitate to lash out in general. That made her seem unpredictable, and she wanted it to be like that.
Fane took up a seat next to Parris, tilting her chair back so she could plant her boots on the table and tuck her arms behind her head, keeping a lazy smirk on her lips and a delightful gleam in her eyes.
Anto sat down in the seat across from her, his back to the rest of the bar as he passed her a look. They had became so in tune it was almost like reading a book: Please calm down. My legs can't take much more of this.
Parris caught the look and spoke in a low voice, mainly to Fane, "We've made a good enough impression to get us by. Time to calm down and observe. You do too much and the rest of the crews will all turn on us."
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She shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, but she shot Anto a look. I'm sorry. She deserve it. Fane did relax some, but not in a way that made it obvious to the other pirates. She still had the look, but she was more lounging now than ready to spring into action. Not many would be able to determine the difference, but she was sure Anto, by now, could easily pick out the changes in her demeanor.
"PARRIS!" a deep voice boomed from the entrance to the bar, gathering everyone's attention like a net catches fish. "You motherfucker!"
The man had the height to rival Hughs, with hand that looked like they could envelope Anthony's entire head easily. Parris stood up with a wide grin, stepping forward and jabbing the man in the gut, looking like a schoolboy meeting a friend in the park. "The fuck have you been eating, man? You're fat head is nearly touching the ceiling."
"Slack crewmembers," the man said, not even flinching at the blow as he turned and studied Anthony and Fane with sharp brown eyes. They portrayed a surprising amount of intelligence for a pirate. "Who are the midgets?"
"Ah, yeah," Parris said sheepishly, putting a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "This right here is Anto and the one across from him is Fane. I wanted to take only one, but the fuckers have been attached at the hip since they've met." He turned back to his crew and explained, "This is Captain Johnethan Ravelle, owner of the Regal Bitch."
Anto glanced up at the guy and nodded. "Charming name."
Two people emerged from behind Ravelle, a man and a woman. The man was a carbon copy of every other pirate in the place, but the woman looked like this:
She eyed Anthony with a special gleam in her eyes, smiling slightly. Her attraction to the prince was so obvious it would be a stretch to assume the whole bar noticed it. Except for, of course, Anto. Him, the idiot he was, didn't notice a thing, too invested on evesdropping on the two captain's conversation to pay any attention to the woman.
"Sit down, sit down," Parris said, gesturing to the table, "We have three more chairs." He looked down at the one Anto had broken and scrunched up his nose. "Okay, two."
"I'll stand," the woman said, choosing to fold her arms over the back of Anthony's chair and lean over him. A lock of her blonde hair fell into his face and he batted it away, looking like a displeased child for a moment.
(Bump)
(I have no shame)
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(Clearly)
(Know what? I'mma do it again)
('Cause I'm unapologetically impatient)
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(i'm eating dude, chill. I've got five nuggets left)
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Fane's lips tipped up when she saw the captains interacting, finding it amusing. But then her eyes landed on the woman, who was so clearly into Anto it made her want to curl her nose in disgust. And then she all too eagerly offered to stand next to Anto, and now that disgust morphed into veiled displeasure. She wouldn't call it jealousy, per se—at least not yet. It was more like upset with the woman with being clearly eager.
Points to Anto for being amazingly unaware.
