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NEMESIS
Little Tori looked nervous at her exclamation, but to Nemesis' delight he seemed open to her idea. She grinned. "Bad? Oh definitely in most cases, but that's why it's fun!" she explained, before a slight frown appeared on her face. It quickly left, however. "Not too much fun for the person getting robbed, though. I was stolen too, once. It was the captain, actually! Stole me right out of my manor, held me for ransom and everything." Nemesis was nonchalant about the entire story. "I got over it though. I begged to join the crew, even. Anyways, you only get into trouble if you get caught, and with us around you'll be perfectly fine!"

By now Nemesis felt excited at the thought of robbing some dumb bastard. She couldn't wait to teach Tori some of her tricks. When the young vampire agreed, she gave him a look filled with pride. 

CHARLIE
He sighed as Nemesis spoke. "This is going to lead to trouble...I just know it..."he muttered dejectedly. If they let something happen to the boy, would Jecht care? He probably would not at the moment but the second they retrieved Trixxtal, and if he heard Protettore was hurt in some way, the first mate would become upset. And the entire crew knew that anything or anybody that upset Trixxtal (outside of the captain himself) would infuriate Jecht. "Ohhhh no...oh no no...this will end badly..." he whispered to nobody, his head hanging low as he kicked a few debris out of his path.

To his horror he kicked with more force than he meant to and miraculously managed to hit Jecht, of all the people in the world, straight to the forehead. The already irritated captain cursed as his anger rose to a new level and Charlie saw a few drops of blood drip down from the wound he accidently inflicted.

JECHT
The ship had finally landed at the port and anchored. Once Jecht heard this news he forced himself out of his quarters, feeling completely fed up with all of the bedrest. "Ugh, I don't care about my injuries anymore, I'm getting off this blasted ship!" he whined to every person unfortunate enough to be nearby to hear his complaining. He still felt pain on his body, but he ignored the sensations, feeling he deserved to hurt for failing Trixxtal like he did. But the captain had no desire to stay aboard the ship for much longer. Everything he saw reminded him too much of Trixxtal. He just wanted to get away and forget everything for awhile. 

As he began to leave, a piece of debris caught him off guard and he was smacked in the head with driftwood. "What the fuck!" he scowled, rubbing his now throbbing forehead as he turned to the perpetrator. The guilty party looked pale and grimaced at Jecht's glare.

"Charlie..." he hissed, steadily walking towards the blond and the rest of the group, "The FlyingDeath better be in perfect condition when I return, otherwise I'll pick up every remaining piece of debris I find on the ship, sharpen them into stakes, and use you as target practice...!" He promptly turned away from his crew and Tori, whose presence he refused to acknowledge at the moment, and stormed off the ship.


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