[center] [h2] A Rude Awakening [/h2] [/center] 


[center] [i]Wind Wild[/i]

Day 1, Midday 


Jaelith, The Unholy Trio[/center]

Ibuki, Cole and Amber, who had just managed to get back on the deck all looked at Jaelith as she emerged from below deck. The two men were currently confined in the bodies of two brothers and their widden eyes suddenly served to remind everyone of the fact. In contrast, Amber's face blossomed in a cheerful grin and she hopped down from the rail and went to the other woman, grabbing her hands and attempting to spin her around. 

“Jaelith!!! I haven't seen you in aaaaaages, you look nice! I was just about to jump back in, care to join me?”

Cole's eyes became even bigger as the image that forcefully entered his mind: the huge woman plunging with a splash and creating a wave big enough to topple the ship over. “I don't think it's a good id—” He started but was quickly silenced by an elbow to the ribs. Ibuki glared at him, obviously having more regard for his own life (or unlife) than Cole. 

“I have a counter-offer.” Ibuki started with a dangerously level voice. “You mentioned we woke you up. I suggest we go punish the real culprit for the whole commotion.” Amber looked at him amazed. A smirk twitched on his lips and if he had his glasses on right now, surely he'd be pushing them up the bridge of his nose right now. 

“Gosh. You [i]are[/i] a world class traitor.” She marvelled. Then turned to Jaelith, the huge grin returning to her face. “So what's it gonna be? Water or revenge?”

“I suggest you just try to go back to sleep.” Cole spoke in a quiet voice that wasn't acknowledged by anyone.

[center] [h2] Pandora's Box [/h2] [/center] 


[center] [i]Wind Wild[/i]

Day 1, Midday 


Ludelle, Damien[/center]


Ludelle couldn't help but twitch as the man accused her of murder, and so confidently. Of course, she had blood on her hands but who didn't? And then he struck again, calling her out on the lie. She knew she shouldn't take it personally but something about this man was very disconcerting. For a moment she froze, thinking that they had found her out, put one of their own in prison just to give her a bit of hope for escape before crushing it mercilessly. Only then she realised he was speaking in general. As his monotone voice continued she willed her shoulders to relax, hoping he'd been too distracted by his own thoughts to realise she'd held her breath for a second. For once, she was happy that he couldn't see her face. Most of what he said was cryptic but one thing she understood well. 

“The Blade? The Stygian Blade? You're connected to them? What do you mean they've cost you everything?” There was interest in her words but there was also weariness. The more they seemed alike, the harder it was to believe he was telling the truth and that the whole thing wasn't staged.