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It was a slow exhale through her nose as she released the tension that held her spine so tight, her shoulders visibly lowered from the armed position as she processed what he had to say and found herself agreeing. In fact, there was a part of her that was grateful that she wasn't alone in viewing the teleporter as a threat to their way of life.

A crusade of destruction was something she could tell her attention towards that wasn't the dread of the Kossith and how they had swept a large body of people off the streets of Aventia.

She wouldn't be so bold as to say he was right so she found herself skating around such a compliment. "I have violence inside of me that needs to be expressed." An half curved smile on her lips and a punctuated nod that meant he had her blade, she would never stray from Neptune's Fleet but she was doing this for Neptune's Fleet.

"How do we get close to it? I can pull esoteric strings and possibly dismantle it by pulling all it's little wires out, I would be happy to gift the bloody thing a permanent death."

A pause lingered after her words. Her refusal didn’t surprise him—pirates didn’t yield easily, and those sworn to Elokian even less so.

“Curious. I’ve heard the same said of me.” A ghost of a laugh, too cold to be mocking. “And yet… here we are." A pause. "It won’t be long before merchants stop needing ships. Before ports wither. Before we become relics with salt in our lungs and nowhere to go.”

He turned to watch the sea waves, knowing far out in the distance that ugly Tower stood proud and defiant. The wind caught his cloak, made it snap like a warning flag behind him.

“I don’t care for your captain. But I respect him. And I don’t need his permission to speak plainly. This thing Lysara’s built… if it thrives, it’s the beginning of the end. We can’t afford our little rivalries—not if we want our names to mean anything five years from now.”

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The pirates lived life at each other's throat, the only ones that could be trusted were the crew that you sailed with and when dealing with pirates from the opposite crews, it was important to stay a step ahead of the noose, crook or blade. The teleporter they announced at Progress Day was enough of a threat that the fleets were better together than apart, they could return to their war over the seven seas once the monster that threatened their way of life was drowned.

Calypso watches with unrelenting eyes as Valdis enters the tavern, never once averting her steely gaze as she watched the captain approach. "We have a common enemy so I sent a message, that dreaded machine, the teleporter." words almost spat out, she detested their taste on her tongue. "Instantly teleports an item from one place to another without the need for transport, it needs to be stopped and buried." Pride was often held close and yet it wasn't worth their potential undoing.

who? @scornfulcalypso where? A private room in The Hanged Man, Caribella when? Post most recent plot developments 

Valdís swaggers into the room as if she owned the place, altogether ignoring (or at least, pretending to ignore) the glaring threat that Calypso’s very existence presented to her person. Rather than show any sort of intimidation, she approaches the table the silver elvhen is sitting at, and sprawls into an open chair, her elbow resting on the table as her chin comes to rest on the palm of her hand. 

“Imagine my surprise to find a message waiting for me when I returned to Caribella to check on my affairs,” she muses thoughtfully, eyes falling on the very person that sent her that message. Becoming an Accepted meant some freedom of movement, which of course Valdís had to check that none of her crew were getting any funny ideas. None of them had, for now. But that made the message from Calypso all the more interesting. “What does Neptune's First Mate want with me?”

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She knows she's not laughing the fear off as easily as she use too, that by nature, pirates are meant to feel indestructible, one step ahead of the blade. Yet when she lost the light of the Laurelin and her immortality, something broke in her and something dark, hungry and afraid grew in it's place. "The prince of Avalon, where I came from was taken." She averts her eyes, she is a traitor by not planning a rescue mission and instead taking the boys on Neptune's fleet far away from where they could be taken from her.

Robin went along easily, knowing it was probably not best to argue with Calypso when she was in a state of such seriousness. The raiders were never known to be such, they always had a healthy dose of sarcasm, of living on the edge – but the cambion understood danger when he saw it. The Kossith were an unknown, wild cards – what they would do with creatures and those that they'd caught? Robin didn't want to know. "Do you know anyone who has been taken?"

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Rising from where he had seemed to have fallen asleep on the docks, her brow was piqued and a noise between a scoff and a snicker left her lips. "Couldn't keep your wits about you long enough to make it to the boat?" Messy. The bickering was familiar, a distraction from the fact that those who remained were being collared and kicked like stray dogs. "Eterna was never a hill I'd be willing to die on, ain't losing a single drop of blood over." He knows her home, it's why he presses the dagger down on the wound and presses on the bruise upon her soul. If the soil wasn't Avalon or Caribella, it could burn twenty times over before she offered her neck for it. "They let a mutt like you in? How?" She veered between having control over her emotions that she was ice cold and having her emotions roll like lava, scorching and untamable.

"Yeah?" He sat up from where he'd appeared to be dozing, positioned lazily on a stock of crates, his feet hitting the boardwalk below. Intentionally noisy, he didn't need to sneak up behind Elokian's crewmember, she'd been loose lipped, and it only made Ryu curious, "Going gets tough and you get going? Some crew Elokian put together," Ryu snickered humoredly knowing Calypso likely wouldn't take such ribbing in stride. "Though you're not missing much on the Shore," bait that he'd been within Avalon, knowing how desperately she wanted to return there, "Bunch of stuffy elvhen trying to do some crisis control."

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"Consider him forgotten." It wasn't a difficult request, Calypso had wished that they had never laid hands on Golmaal to begin with. They were irrelevant and it spurred feelings that Calypso wasn't ready to address, she rarely had string of long time lovers, she was more prone to fall in and out of beds with strangers, not caring who they spent their time with and she never gave a damn about anyone else's sex life before, it was easier to chalk it up to the fact that Golmaal had left her wanting, a taste of desire and she was ravenous for more. Pirates often fed their wanton appetites.

Wanting to erase Golmaal's mind of any others and to satisfy the desire that Golmaal brought on wherever she was near, Calypso moved in closer, to the space between Golmaal's legs where the drowning man previously occupied. Placing a hand on Golmaal's thigh, her thumb stroked near her inner thigh, teasing at what was to come. Pressing a kiss to Golmaal's shoulder, she trailed a heated string of kisses to her collarbone, to her throat until she worked her way up to the shell of Golmaal's ear, her voice husky. "Anything you want, it's yours."

“A tree doesn’t care for the apples that fall from its branches.” If she got hung up on every little apple well she could give despair a run for their money. The wake she left didn’t concern Golmaal, nor were those she took everything from as nothing could ever satisfy the Daemonfey for long. “I don’t choose based on if one can swim or not.” No her criteria was very different from that, there were more important aspects to her then being able to swim. “You should leave the poor man be now you have my attention.” The request didn’t come out so concern for the other but a test to see if her was would be listened to or not.

Golmaal had lived through ages know when to hide and when to make her presence known like any good Druid would. Violence was sometimes required but not necessary, she much preferred mind games, ruining her victims lives from a distance. “Take care of me? You don’t even know what that requires. You will have to give me a demonstration of how.” Golmaal would demand more than just physical intimacy. She was a creature who only knew how to want, want what others had. Keeping up with that wasn’t going to be some small feat.

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Pirates drank like the world was ending, the Kossith had raided Aventia and taken anyone that dared to step on the soil and pirates lived each day gambling that it might be their last as they danced with the devil and flirted with danger.

The heat of Caribella rolled over the drunkards and the whores as they tried to drown the demons that threatened to call them to guilt through whiskey and gin. Calypso moved through the crowd like a panther stalking in the night, her self-soothing came from watching the water crash against the pier.

Her gaze remains on the sea as she speaks, a tinge of a smirk on her lips. "I don't answer to you." She wouldn't give up where her captain was to anyone.

A dark steely gaze swept his way upon the next words, "A machine meant for the grave. It would be a mercy to bury it, machines like that aren't meant to exist." It threatened their way of life and was a greater evil than the cutthroat rivalry between the ships.

who: @scornfulcalypso

where: docks of caribella

notes: these machines are trying to take our jobs!

Caribella was loud with life. Laughter, shouting, the crash of tankards and gulls circling overhead—none of it touched Seraphiel.

He moved like a shadow between gasps of candlelight, the breeze off the bay tugging strands of hair across his face. No one noticed him arrive. That was always the point. He changed the course of his original direction when he spotted her—Calypso, Neptune’s little storm.

“Your captain,” he began, voice smooth as sea glass, “where is he?”

He stood beside her now, gaze on the tower of ships rising in the distance, not on her.

“I imagine he’s seen what Lysara’s building. What it means.” A breath, a ghost of a smile. “They’ll be able to move cargo from one end of the world to the other... without ever touching the sea.”

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"We're going home." It takes everything within her to not take him by the hand and drag him away from the market place, an urgency fueling her forward and she feels as if they are sitting ducks by remaining in Eterna. They are to return to Caribella, Elokian is on the ship and on board with the voyage, they have both faced loss and have been waiting for the second shoe to fall for long. The sound of weeping surrounds them, of Eterna residents who have had their family and loved ones stolen. "I will buy you whatever you like once we make it there." Buy, steal, whatever the method, Robin can have whatever he likes as long as he's safe.

Robin stands at one of the stalls, looking down at the items. Everything was on discount; the teleportation machine bringing prices down, sending the small businesses out of...well, business. The entire world was going to shit, with the Kossith stealing people from the night, and what would the Queen in her Tower do? The Cambion was slightly interested in what would happen, in all these things that would happen, but Calypso happened to be the voice of reason. She suddenly appeared beside him, her tone sharp, and Robin turns to look at her, "What, now?" He sounds like a child being torn away from a good book. Still, he turns to follow her, shoulders heavy, "Do we even know where we're going?"

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The smirk on her lips grows a notch, no chase will be given. Calypso had the ability to pull strings, invisible threads that connect the seen world to the arcane. She delighted what she got to use her powers for violence and Neptune's Fleet had a reputation to preserve, one built on the foundation of those that wronged them ended up swallowing fishes at the bottom of the sea. It had been enough that their ship had faced treachery and betrayal, that she had been bound as a mutiny happened and the light of the Laurelin was stolen from her.

"Smart girl." She placed her coins on the table for the wager, a toss of more coins in her hand as she contemplates. She is Elvhen and has been cut off from her branch, a prevented homecoming that is still a wound. Knowing the other is Faiman leans in her favor. She places double the coins on the table.

"Play me those two hands, if you win but one. You can take the pot. Hopefully it'll be enough to buy you a night at the inn." She nods to the dealer and the round begins.

“You will have to catch me first!” Corinna comments with a cackle, but gives the stranger a nod of acknowledgement nonetheless. She recognizes the flag hanging from the Owl-Bear’s neck, and she is many things including a fool, but she is not an idiot. There are enemies that are not worth crossing and people from the different armada’s are not worth the trouble, not most of the time. Also, she doesn’t have any beef with Neptune’s Fleet, so she is not about to start a fight when she has bigger fish to fry. 

“Though you have my word as a faiman that I won’t cheat on you. This time.” Promising the future is stupid as hell, and she is not about to do it when she doesn’t know this woman from Jose. “I am two hands away from stepping down anyway, since I still gotta find a place to sleep for the night.” 

A shrug follows as she glances around her room, her eyes tracking for someone to seduce for the night. Returning to Juno’s Reach at night it’s a pain in the ass and all. And there a lot of very pretty criminals around too.

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Who: @elokian Where: Caribella, the shore

They had stayed for the Progress Day festival to lean into the revelry, to gamble, to drink and to sleep with those who opened their legs. The second things went south, Neptune's Fleet had sailed away, all the mattered to Calypso was that her boys were on board and safe. She spoke a prayer of protection for Golmaal and the elvhen left behind in Eterna to the goddess of the seas. Eterna was nothing more than a dot in the distance and they had resumed life in Caribella as normal, only something felt off and she caught her captain's gaze returning to the same spot that marked Eterna more often than not. Finding him on the shore, she sat next to him on the beach, there was an unspoken energy of parting in the air. "What are you planning?"

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Who: @ryujinseaborn Where: The docks are the new streets

The letter from the Kossith had traveled within the Nightingales circle and she had done a head count for those she cared for, discovered they were safe and wanted to get the hell out of dodge. The waves crashed agaisnt the pier and it seemed the waves were feeling just as she did, an unsteady riptide and she wanted to sail far away from Eterna. For not the first time, she cursed the skies at losing entry to the moongate. "Fucks sake -- what I wouldn't give to be at Sylaise’s Shore." A string of explict mumbles and Moongate can be heard, she'd never directly insult the moongate who felt like an entity on it's own but frustration had her, she failed to notice the creak of the boardwalk behind her.

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Who: @robinxofxstars Where: The docks are the new streets

She is scared and she is concerned that they're not going to get out of this one alive, her fear tends to take a manic route as opposed to one of paralysis, the ship is ready to sail and she knows she won't be leaving without the captain and Robin. Bags are packed and she's standing by the walkway, hands on her hips and she is high strung. It is the cowards way to run from an enemy but the Kossith are an entirely different breed. "Get on the boat." Her tone holds no room for argument and she can't afford to lose him.

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A teasing voice meets her ears, instead of an outraged cry and Calypso is pleased by the reaction as it's quite telling, the smirk upon her lips grows in magnitude and she piques an eyebrow in interest. "You don't seem bothered by the fact that your date took a swim." Her tone is breezy as if she hadn't conducted their misfortunate, floundering can be heard by the sound of splashes in the water and the explicit string of words. "I thought you had better taste than to choose one that couldn't swim." Sea water mingled in her veins with the arcane and blood, for a moment, invisible hands pushed their head under water, only for a minute before they are released for the chance of oxygen.

Golmaal's eyes are on her, so she forgets about the intruder quite easily, not so much that Golmaal indulged in another, jealously still burned within her but their mere presence was irrelevant. The fact that she wanted to claim Golmaal's kiss swollen lips had more to do with pride than want, or so she tried to reason within herself as to become consumed by another so easily made her feel like a fool. It was why she tried to stay away as long as she did, vulnerability wouldn't do her any good and any weakness was a danger for one who lived as a pirate. She had no doubt that Golmaal could take care of themselves, she would love to see the violent streak within the other. "I could take care of you." Her voice is sultry, if sex was on the table, she could fill any needs that Golmaal had.

The Daemonfey had more intelligence then she gave herself credit for, it hadn’t taken her much effort at all to find out exactly what ship Calypso was apart of and that it was currently in Eterna. Maybe she should have had better things to do then play a games with this elf. But she has seen an invention like that generator before, when she had been a spirit of curiosity. It had ended up with the same fate and so will ever try after that. There wasn’t much that could surprise the Daemonfey at this point. So her little games kept her entertained.

The plan was simple not let Calypso forget about her cause quite simply she had been disappointed in the lack of seek her out. So she went down to the docks and found some poor sap to be her pawn. It wasn’t his attention she needed so talking to him, flirting with him was half hearted, meaningless. Fake laughs were given to jokes that weren’t even funny, light touches given to reel him in. While in an embrace with the man she felt the spike, her gripped loosened as his body was ripped away from her and landed in the water. Her face wasn’t surprised as she turned to face Calypso “and are you the expert I need?” It took her long enough

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Who: @ruyaceres Where: The docks are the new streets

Fear has it's grip on the bloody organ within her chest for way too long, she has done her headcount and she knows that Robin and Elokian are on board the ship sleeping off their hangovers. She is preparing the sails to leave Eterna far far behind, when they awake, it'll be on the shore of another island and she can deal with their hissy fits and tantrums then. Familiar boots land in her eyesight and she knows who is it before her eyes lift to find Ruya's face. "If you had any smarts at all, you'd leave this place far far behind." She hoped she did and she didn't care if she looked like a coward for abandoning this place, she'd rather be an alive coward than a dead and powerless braveheart.

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Calliope squawked, she was very food driven and those blueberry looked good, it didn't matter that she just created a very disturbing scene with a watermelon which Calypso had subtly plucked out the seeds from the fur on her cheeks with her puppet ability. Calypso pursed her lips, at one hand she loved betting, wasn't above cheating at cards to win the round but there was shame involved in taking what she knew was a losing bet, these mortals were bound to create a fiery explosion out of the thing, she hailed from Sylaise’s Shore and had seen enough magical weaponry in her days to know that this was a bomb set to denote. "I'll take that losing bet, as long as you throw in some blueberries for an entry fee." a scratch underneath Calliope's chin, ruffling her fiery feathers to communicate don't say, i never do anything for you.

Person: OPEN Location: Tiber Bay, Docks notes: PROGRESS DAY BAYBEE "Alright, I get it." He says to the tiny fox laying across his shoulders, handing it a blueberry from his pocket. He'd gone into this whole ordeal skeptical because what progress could the mortals possibly be making? But they do indeed have gadgets and gizmos aplenty and Thalindor can't help but take notice of not just the magic, but the careful craftsmanship of the metalworking had him missing the forge. It's probably the most interesting day he's had in Lysara, he'll give the people that. There are things he sees that he thinks could help Varda's Cavern and he tries to take note, but mostly he's people watching until it's Nuvi's turn to deal with their furry friend who refused to be left at the vineyard. "Ten blueberries says that power source of theirs goes sideways." He's talking to the fox who he's pretty sure stopped listening after the word 'blueberry' was said, but he's not particularly being quiet about his skepticism.