Nina
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Post by Nina on Jan 30, 2024 13:26:25 GMT -5
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Nina
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Post by Nina on Jan 30, 2024 13:26:42 GMT -5
It felt like a finger being drawn across her brain. Lightly at first then, every day, rasping ever deeper. Until she could not bear to ignore it. Another piece of the Clocktower had landed in these shores or, perhaps, Nina thought, was still floating, its direction shifting through the days. She felt compelled to watch the sea, waiting. As custodian and victim, it was Nina's responsibility to contain the Tower's magic. As a traveller, it scared her. Once, she had set off in a boat the size of a watering through for that same purpose, and another time she had walked through the blood-tinged flora of hell. But this was the edge of the world. Her fists clenched. On clear days, she could see in the distance the wall of mist that had nearly killed her encircling the land. She had travelled so far already; another step further, and she would unravel.
The young woman had not told her guardian, Sir Rudiger, of her findings. Of what help would that be? She had not told Molenya, either, but their host among the Tueima must have noticed, for she had cut their latest rune class short when her student would not focus.
The traveller needn't have worried. One night, she woke up feeling the magic just beyond her fingertips. She pushed up her boat that she habitually sheltered under, its feathers still carrying the warmth of the sun, and looked up to see the starlight spilling through the cracks in the roof. The metal strings wrapped around her nerves were ticking in synchrony with the new piece. Almost without thinking, Nina slipped into her boots and out of the door.
(Not that there was a door. Or much of a door-frame, for that matter)
The ruins were peaceful as she made her way through them. Only the flutter of a bat past her face, or the distant cries of beasts – monkeys? Owls? - ; she perceived them as sudden flashes of light in her vision. The marble columns seemed to glow under the moonlight; the water was like ink. Nina leaped past channels and climbed vine-covered walls. She was pulled by a longing that she would not be able to describe. Perhaps she was dreaming. Perhaps she should have waited; in the morning, asked for help from Sir Rudiger, Molenya, anyone. But the morning might have been too late. The Clocktower piece could have been washed away by the tides. Or...
Oh, it just had to be a ship, didn't it?
Nina's eyes went wide, as she pressed herself against a pillar. There was no place in the sunken city for a boat much larger than her own, so the brig had set anchor in a bay just at the ruins' edge. The island would shelter it from the heavier winds coming from sundown. It was a large ship, three-masted or so, that Nina estimated would take dozens of people to man properly. And the feel of the Clocktower's magic was coming from inside it. She swallowed tensely.
Nina kept walking.
Oh, she hid in the shadows, as Gray had taught her, in silence, stepping at the very edge of a path of round white stones. It might have once been a roof. Perhaps it was being woken up so suddenly that made it impossible to change course in the moment, Nina would later ponder. Or perhaps it was one's tendency to treat everything like a nail when their most reliable tool was a hammer. Either way, Nina decided that she would sneak onto the ship and steal the magic item. There was barely a ripple as Nina dived, swimming along the bottom of the bay and only resurfacing near the ship. The water was pleasantly cool. The barnacle-encrusted wood was rough under her palms.
Continuing what many would regard to be a vary bad idea, Nina climbed onto a rope ladder left hanging by the side. She pressed herself against the side of the ship, listening for any steps above, and extrapolating from her knowledge of ships for where a watch might be kept. There was nothing she could do about the water dripping off her, but hope it would not be noticed. She walked hurriedly, across and then under the deck. Though she could vaguely feel direction of the magic, this would not help her much in these narrow corridors. She advanced slowly, finding her way as much by touch as by magic and the light behind closed doors.
Maybe, Nina thought, it was the fear. That drove her steps. She gritted her teeth. It was a coincidence for the Clocktower piece to reach the same island, that some would call luck. Nina knew better.
The Clocktower played games.
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Roona Lovelock
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Jan 30, 2024 14:59:36 GMT -5
Roonas hands were covering her mouth as she stared at one of her crew. "So you went to shore" She said in a monotone voice as the crew member nodded "and after giving orders to get artifacts of the moon church... you took A WATCH." She said yelling loudly as the crew member replied "but its magic" Roona roared back "YOU FOOL YOU" a rant of some foreign laungauge then in sued that no one can understand but sure was scary, it echoed through the halls that anyone onboard could here.
Roona snatched the watch from his hands "you're excused" she snapped. The crew member quickly ran away, Roona looked at the watch feeling a ever so slight bit of magic off it. She admired it further looking at its detail "meh" she then threw is behind her shoulder landing somewhere in the ridge of the giant window of her captains quarters. She yawned and stretched preparing for a long night as she switched from her day to day to her bath robe before sitting in her captains chair once more.
Then the watch started ticking very loudly, she instantly stood up and grabbed her fathers cane. She gently set the watch on the floor then started beating it with the cane mercilessly. After awhile not checking if it was intact she kicked it into the wall where it then disappeared amongst her very unwashed laundry. With the sound now gone she sat back down and sipped some tea like nothing happened.
The crew of the Historias bulk was mainly searching the ruins for scraps and possibly locals. But a few stayed with Roona to patrol after a sighting of fishmen recently. Most are asleep or atop deck gazing and praying to the stars. Though a priestess of the moon stirs with the feeling of an off energy.
Roona and the crew are unaware of a stranger on the ship.
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Post by Nina on Feb 11, 2024 5:24:24 GMT -5
Walking in darkness turned out to be a far worse idea than it had initially felt. As typical on a ship, there were things strewn about, leaping closer to attack her shins. (Nina really hoped that the cold round things were stones, maybe meant for a hearth, and not skulls). If she focused on avoiding stuff, then she couldn't truly focus on finding the magic which, here, was so close that it seemed to split and echo. It was like trying to find someone when they were shouting too loudly to pinpoint.
Speaking of shouts. Nina hid in what she hoped was a broom closet, as what felt like the curses of an ancient language shook the timbers off the ship. She imagined the captain, trotting around on a peg leg, waving around a hook hand for gutting enemies, and carrying a chronic pain condition in his missing limbs that made him constantly miserable and prone to lash out. She swallowed, as the daze of the search was fading to leave her feeling very alone. There was not even the shelter of the Gray's magical borrowed cloak to protect her now.
Pressing her ear on the door, she walked out. She had managed to find some rushlights stored in a cup just by the door, and lit one up with flint and steel from her tinderbox.
So she walked, with a single spark of light atop a thin thread revealing her way. Of course, focused on all the new things that she could see, and what that revealed about the inhabitants of the ship, she stumbled upon someone at the next intersection.
Nina decided to go on the offensive.
“Right, my good man!” The traveller exclaimed, waving her rushlight around. “Remind me where are the captain's quarters? It's as dark as the bottom of the sea here!”
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Roona Lovelock
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Feb 14, 2024 3:01:11 GMT -5
The ship glows as its strands of silver that was weaved into it during its making hits the small lanterns from the ceiling. Around it is cleaned and maintained with little personal effects thrown about. Though one could be assumed that all that was being done in sleeping areas and cabins.
A young orphan was up late scrubbing away at the designs of wolves and moon cycles in the wood and metal. A necklace wrapped around his wrist at the moment said his name 'choomy'. Choomy scrubbed more and more until he heard a rather sudden voice, 'why would any one be shouting during sleepy time' he thought. It was hard to make out the figures face but what does it matter it was a large ship and wasn't worth memorizing everyone.
Choomy showed his necklace to the figure to confirm his name before signing in Roarkean sign "Follow the yelling is the best bet, but if cap's silent then its down that hall left then hook a right walk up the small stairs and its the center door in that hallway." he smiled after signing. After all everyone knew Roarkean sign on this ship, discluding some of the moon church ladys.
Roona was getting tired and dimmed the lit room and started writing in her captains log of sorts, by doodling how the ship went in some crazy sketch. She thought about her mentor and looked at her cutlasses shining against the dim light on the wall.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on Feb 18, 2024 8:04:41 GMT -5
The Tower played games.
Not always consciously. It was in its nature to use people as things, just as a clock smith might rearrange their gears, cut them down to size and, once they'd served their purpose, reforge them. This particular piece of the Tower had lingered on the shore, too feeble to sink its teeth into its environment, until someone picked it up. It then stole the smallest bit of life. Just enough to make one's hand grow cold. Then it flared with magic. It could not sustain this, but it did not matter. For another piece of the Tower had noticed it. Like two cords in a lute, the echo of one's ticking was enough to stir the other to life. And it was getting closer.
Nina rested her head against a door. Her temples were pulsing with a cold, regular 'tick!' out of tune with her rushing heartbeat. It felt like her nerves wanted to leap out of her skin. Somehow she had managed to cross much of the ship without raising suspicion, despite leaving a trail of water behind her. 'Thank you, young man. Take care,' she'd said. Dizzily, she wondered if she should have asked whether he needed to be rescued. But back then she had been more focused on copying the strange greeting-gesture in enough haste and with enough fluttering of her rush-light that it would hide her ignorance.
Thinking back, the boy had not seemed afraid of his captain.
But Nina was.
She pressed her fingers onto a heavy wooden door. Just on the other side...In truth, she had never intended to meet the captain – it had been a distraction – but to her horror, the ticking drew her in the direction the boy had mentioned. Would she have the guts to just run in, steal the piece and then run out?
In the captain's quarters, the ticking started again. In the normal plane, it was subtle, the occasional barely-audible clink that might be mistaken for the creak of wood, an insect, imagination. In the magical plane, it had the feeling of a wave rising that had forgotten to break. On the wall, a cutlass tilted a little bit as Roona watched. Just enough that it might leave one bracing for a missing wave. Then it fell on the floor. Then it would slide across the floor, as if the floor had tilted, into the pile of clothing. At the exact same time that these three events were happening, there was a knock at the door.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
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Roona Lovelock
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Feb 19, 2024 20:40:04 GMT -5
Roona looked at all this unfold slowly sipping her tea as the sword slide into her laundry where the watch she had just wrecked was. "Probably wasnt the smartest idea to beat up a magical object, huh" she said to herself. She then slowly moved to her clothes and rather too quickly changed into her normal captain clothes before grabbing a jar marked with many symbols. She slowly approached her laundry carefully looking at the sword to make sure it didnt come to life.
Wait there was that knock, oh yeah. She slowly leaned away from her laundry but keeping her feet in place before finally fully opening the door. Anyone could see her in that awkward stance, "Do you mind getting priestess Tides for me, And no im not raising your salary" she said plainly only moving her lips. She didnt actually know this person but it was a large ship with a larger crew so really no surprise.
A necklace vibrated on the wall furiously which sent Roona into emergency mode. "QUICKLY NOW" she yelled before combat rolling into her laundry trying to fish out the watch and put it in the jar while muttering some awful foreign words that could only be magic.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on Feb 26, 2024 15:32:42 GMT -5
The Clocktower knew about time.
This piece, at least. Knew. That time was, in a way, like space. Not a straight line, but a landscape. Small actions – natural or otherwise – could have large effects in it. And just like Roona hunted for it through the cluttered floor-space, the watch sought its goal among timelines in a space of probabilities. Not consciously – more like water running across a waterwheel. Aiming for...what exactly? It did not steal much of the captain's energy, even as she picked it up, because that had been more of an emergency response than a purpose. In truth, the watch did not normally feed on life.
It fed on death.
Nina was startled by the young voice that came from inside the cabin. The captain's daughter? Everything felt too bright, too magical, and the Clocktower was singing in her veins, leaving little space for her own thoughts.
“Aye.” She said, to buy time. Then continued, “I brought the key-”
Yet as the traveller opened the door wider, things precipitated. Some sort of bolt or key fell down from the door, and was propelled into the pile of clothing, tangling with a pair of socks in an improbable way to prop up the sword against a knot of wood and have it slash at about ankle level at Roona. Even if the captain avoided this fate, a loose, mangled link in the chain holding the watch would brush along the magic jar, as if by chance, scratching the runes into something more favourable to it. Not quite containment – more like shelter. And somehow, all these seemingly disparate actions were synchronized with the steps of the one who had just walked into the room.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
Nina froze as the door closed just behind her.
“I brought the key for it.” She said.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Feb 27, 2024 21:36:22 GMT -5
Roona continued further into the rather pungent smelling pile of laundry too busy fishing through the pile then paying attention to the crew member behind them speaking. Roona assumed that they were doing what she said and was getting Tides. Roona kept on seeing the watch but it seemed whenever she went to go for it, it wedged further into the pile forcing Roona to go deeper and deeper as well with the jar in hand. She started throwing some clothes as well sending the room into more disarray.
Roona only noticed something off when the feeling of the sword touching her boot seemed lifted. In a natural reflex she shot her waist into the air sending her legs forward avoiding the blow. But doing that movement she did not notice the thrash against the jar from the chain of the watch messing up the runes making it much less powerful. With her waist high in the air and her head down in the pile she tried further to grab the watch.
She then heard the same voice from a few seconds ago then the door slam. She used her flexible body to contort her neck to stare at the until now unseen crew member standing inside the room. “I thought i told you to get priestess Tides, it seems i'm the incompetent one if i can't get someone to do a simple order. And what in the world do you mean key?” Roona said in a soft voice but a soft voice which somehow filled any soul with a disappointment of themselves.
Quickly she moved her neck back seeing the watch and with the movement of throwing her whole body at it catches it in her hand. She almost instantly starts putting it in the jar, putting the jar underneath it so even if it cuts or burns her it just falls in.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on Mar 20, 2024 15:00:19 GMT -5
There was a point in the watch's design where time became space.
...complex, multidimensional...
Where space became time.
...a single path, inevitable...
The weight of a human fell on the watch, nearly closing off the jar that the artefact fell into, clinking. But the containment was incomplete and the breathing, thinking human was very close. It turns out that human beings are very easy to break.
A single strike to the chest can, at the right moment, stop a heart. Not due to sheer trauma, but because of breaking a complex network of electrical impulses-
Tock. Tock. Tock. Gradually, Roona would find her heartbeat grown unsettlingly loud, unsettlingly clock-like.
“The key.” Nina hissed between her teeth. She moved her arms in wide arches, tapped her feet, gritted her teeth as if she'd eaten something bitter, all the while trying to pick at the strings of magic she felt in the room, trying to pull the piece of the Clock back with clenched fingers from that single path it tried to slip towards – death. With her ankles she tried to pull down her boots, to be more in contact with her environment, but all she managed was to squelch pitifully.
From the folds of her blouse, with a gesture like a ritual, she pulled out a clock hand attached as a pendant, which grew to the size of a sword as Nina slashed her forearm with it. She tied the clock hand to a rope that she pulled over her bleeding arm, before throwing it closer to the stranger – and the clock hand was at once a sword and a pendant and the perfect size to unlock the watch. With the blood and the rope, it remained in contact with her. The one the watch was meant to obey.
“Try to unwind it.” Nina said. “I'm not sure I can get any closer.”
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 21, 2024 10:04:31 GMT -5
Roona felt herself speeding up. Not because she was moving in fact she was having a rather comfortable time in the pungent laundry pile. But she felt the beat of her heart go to new extremes. She tried to keep it under a certain point like how her training taught her, it wasn't working. Is this watch the cause of all this? If so then Henry is going to get marooned once this is all over.
"I don't know who you are. But if I die before I can punt this thing into the sea yo- HOLY SHIT." Roona cut herself off at the sight of the clock hand turning into what seemed like a sword. Roona simply stared as the person cut themselves and attach the sword to a rope, composing herself on the outside but freaking out on the inside. "When we get out of this, we're discussing your position on the ship." Roona said as calmly as she could. "And about taking off any part of your attire in my quarters."
Roona didn't say anything, She'd been around this terrible magic whatnot long enough that if someone with a big clock hand says unwind the watch that may or may not be trying to kill you, you do as they say. Roona swiftly shot up and went for the clock hand, at the same time trying to control her heart rate. Roona swiftly with accuracy beyond one would think at first glance Roona could achieve, opened the watch. Then she tried to stick her finger in and start unwinding the small pocket watch, hoping for something to work.
Roona then twitched her nose while unwinding and looked up for just a second, she had seen this person's face while shooting up. "Who are you, and how the moon and the stone are you a part of my ship." It was uncommon for her crew not to have Rorkian or church accents, but they existed. But she also knew every single one who didn't have one, it was a small circle of people after all why wouldn't Roona know her most venerable. This only lasted a few seconds before going back to desperately unwind the watch, but it was going to be brought back up.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on Apr 2, 2024 12:40:12 GMT -5
Blood and binding.
The magic was old, very old – and dangerous. Many a mage had been defeated by having their blood fall in the hands of their enemies. Blood was part of you, a reflection of you – and it was also, in some way, alive. By spreading her blood, Nina was saying:
'I am here! And here, and here, and-'
But what she spoke out loud was:
“A promotion? My, wouldn't want it to be said I've undressed my way to higher places.” She didn't mean it. But it would help keep them both calm.
The blood carried her signature of the Master of the Clocktower. Yet even with that support, it was Roona's hand that had to turn the key while her own body hovered at the edge between life and death. One wondered...would turning in the wrong direction kill? For a moment, the clock hand sword seemed too large for the small jar, the ticking too loud. Then the sword point clattered against the watch, the watch clattered on its side, as if by chance, and the sword-pendant grew smaller, smaller, until it fit into an unremarkable hole on the clock's side.
Roona turned. And then again.
Something unwound in the air around them. And Nina finally breathed. Magic coursed through the rope, making miniature nettles sprout out of blood, much like those she had woven the rope from. A tiny boat made of red feathers coursed among them, and one nettle even had time to set seed on the floor before, like a sigh, the magic ran out.
It was silent. Nina swallowed, as if to pop her ears, and carefully took a step. She thought, maybe – maybe the other had turned the key once too much – there had been a click, hadn't there, that left her feeling hollow, as if a mechanism was released.
That probably wouldn't cause any problems at all.
The more pressing concern, to Nina, in the moment, was that she had been found out. The traveller looked at the other girl.
She looked around the captain's cabin, noting that the clothes strewn around would likely fit her. She looked down at the rush-light, and decided that the best defence was a good offence:
“That is my watch.” She pointed at it. “How did it get here?”
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Apr 3, 2024 13:33:24 GMT -5
Once the room was light again and the small watch seemed to not be bloodthirsty, Roona let out a deep breath. Roona then looked at this figure as she slid the pocket watch into a rather loose corset that she had quickly put on earlier. Roona then sniffed the air and with her foot flicked the fallen swords back up into her hand before loosely tying them next to the wall. She then slid one of her loose underwear that was clearly seen on the ground back under the pile.
The air was silent and stern as Roona ignored the figure's words. Roona stared at them dead in the eyes, she stood her full height towering over this person. Roona then quickly strutted over to her desk and took a sip of her tea, she swished it through her mouth before swallowing. Roona thought of the best way to handle this and thought of a stupid but hopefully working plan. Roona then threw her long green hair all to her left side and strutted towards the figure with a rather foxy stare.
Before Nina could think to do anything once Roona go to close, Roona swiftly went up to her. Roona put her right pointer finger on the left of the figures mouth and with her thumb pried the figures upper lip up. Quickly Roona bended down and placed her other hand on what she thinks would be the figures dominant hands wrist. She then moved her eyes closer to Nina then her nose then her lips.
Roona and Nina were now locked in a kiss. Roona with much experience in the field latched on softly but tightly that one couldn't instantly break away. Roona would then attempt to move the figure backward against the door, once there she would grab her swords tied within her reach and stick them into the door crossing each other in front of the figures neck, so if they moved in anyway they would get cut. If the figure was sure not to move Roona would grab her swords and do a modified version of the other plan but Roona would just be holding the blades and in a way the figure couldn't just step back.
"You're gonna explain to me, everything, chapped lips." Roona said softly and the last part with a wink.
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Post by Nina on Apr 5, 2024 14:30:49 GMT -5
Pulling back the rope with the key at the end, Nina slowly coiled it around her left arm. The sleeve was turning a faint purple. She winced. It would have to do to staunch the bleeding for now. Through the sting of saltwater, she tried to focus. She was cold, she was wet and in pain and overall not having a good time. Because of that, the glamorous posturing coming from the green-haired woman passed entirely unnoticed until her lips were on Nina's lips, until her eyes were locked together in shock. They waltzed backwards through the room as if floating. And all Nina could think of was that she didn't have the Clocktower piece.
...hadn't that door been closed? Did it swing open in the meantime, or did this wild woman open it precisely so she could stick swords across the doorway?
“I'm so so sorry!” Nina gasped, the moment her mouth was free. Her right hand wasn't, and she felt a blade across her back. Speak about gratitude! “What happens is”
The traveller raised slightly on her toes, as if to whisper or to kiss. Then she bit hard on the stranger's lower lip, and clung on.
“ 'irst, 'y 'atch.” Nina would demand.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Apr 7, 2024 2:33:57 GMT -5
Roona was happy that she got the stranger in the doorway, at least if she screamed then a few people would come and help. Roona looked at the stranger expecting a more snappy answer, considering the amount of swords pointed toward her more vital areas. Closer to the stranger, Roona picked up on their more subtle details now. She had to be someone of at least some power and that could prove vital in the establishment of Rorkia, if she could ever find a place to declare as Rorkia.
Roona made the mistake of keeping her face close and it had come back to bite, well she came back to bite. Roona thought about reeling back but naturally that wouldn't work. Surprisingly this wasn't a worst case scenario, she'd lie if she didn't say she likes some partners more rough. So the current threat of her lip hurting was, for now, not much of a threat. Though it was never a nice feeling, having someone else try to be the more confident one.
Roona gave a low growl and then soft-ish words " 'tu 'ate, 'apped 'hips."
Roona remained somewhat calm and did what she thought would be best. Roona would try to forcefully yanked the stranger forward while their hands were still in contact. Roona would then try to go deeper into the mouth on mouth violence, Roona would try to force her teeth into a bite on the travelers top lip. If done well Roona would then try to waltz them closer to the her desk, where she could hopefully grab something.
During this if Roona is able to waltz the stranger back. A man will walk by the door of the captains quarters and quickly peer in to see the struggle. They would then silently unstuck the two swords from the door way and put them in front of the door on the outside to his feet. He would then slowly close the door shut once more, flipping a sign saying "Captain personal diplomatic time" on his way out.
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