[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/tznya388f/strange.png[/img][hr][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/0932819b33be06e4c32904e74e47a0e2/tumblr_onoy0hlU1s1rk4nywo2_540.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:41 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Alisanne appeared to be almost bored with the bloody display. Gradually, Edgard would notice a distance to her, one more than what was usually present. She was always a closed book, very minimal, more of a spectator than an active participant--but this was something else. Perhaps it'll dawn on him that she's an illusion. Or perhaps it'll beg the question of what happened to her in France, how she managed to survive the attempt on her life. But if Edgard has any questions, he'll need to ask them quickly, as Alisanne looks at him a moment before walking out of the tavern. If Edgard decides to follow her out, he'll find her in entirely new clothes--peasant's clothes practically, the sort most pirates tend to wear. Easy to move in and very plain. 

	Meanwhile, Harlianne's blue eyes appeared to have turned a soft shade of grey, entirely misted over. Yet apparently she could still see as she looked on with disgust as Sirena feasted from the corpses. The small bit of blood that Sirena had consumed would not yet have been enough to satisfy her--perhaps the corpses will do, but perhaps the living might be preferred. Who could honestly know at this point? But at any rate, Harlianne's weapon is drawn and she stares Sirena down like a monster. 

	[color=0099cc]"That's just luvly. Right. Did yer right 'ave ter go and do that, squire?"[/color] Harlianne quipped, though her tone was deadly serious. With careful and practiced movements, Harlianne made her way down from the Bellona and onto the docks, braced and ready for combat. She didn't recognize her best friend and as far as Harlianne was aware, Sirena had caused this entire mess. 

	[color=0099cc]"I guess I'll just 'ave ter kill yer like yer killed everyone else."[/color][hr][center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/0ca86ee0593b72d11a675894e7e85259/tumblr_oenbzow7fO1v97eq3o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:41 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	~Should anyone attempt to possess the bodies, send a PM for special roll information~

	Septima nodded at Elissea's suggestion. In her experience, magic was rarely so easy. It wouldn't just be enough to possess them. There was also still the risk that touching the flask, even while just inhabiting the living, would cause a similar fate to Isaac's. "Perhaps we frighten them to do our bidding," Septima suggested. A Frenchman, pushing his way towards the front of the crowd of ghosts, seemed to be highly exasperated. 

	Likely because he didn't understand a single word anyone was saying and a ginger haired woman, Jean Waverly, refused to translate for him. Yeah, you read that right! You get the Cabbage with you in the afterlife. Fun!