[hr][hr][h1][center][color=662d91]Elissa Isley[/color][/center][/h1]
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Location: Some island[/center][hr]

[color=662d91]"Maype, ve brobably could scare zem kood into doing it. Zey brobably vill zink zat zey are koing to die ven zey zee us. Zough zey might not pe aple to zee us at all,"[/color] she said to Septima, the thought crossing her mind as they had this conversation. There had to be a better way to do this anyway, and scaring some poor random people was not at the top of her list of ways to get the flask. The idea that the people might not be able to see them anyway was on her mind though.

Then she saw the man who was rambling in some other language. Sounded like French, but she wasn't too sure about that. Elissa looked over and saw Anastasia's expression, so clearly she knew who he was, and didn't look too happy with the fact that he was here. She saw a woman go over to him and talk to him in the language, so someone knew how to potentially shut him up. Elissa felt uneasy as she saw Anastasia go over and try to possess the woman. If this didn't work, and she was right, this was not going to end well for Anastasia.