[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 - 3:45 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Try as Sirena may to satiate her thirst, her efforts are futile thus far. The more she drinks, the more she craves it. It's a vicious circle that doesn't appear to be ending anytime soon, though she unfortunately hasn't gained fangs or any other new 'powers.' In fact, it may just be all inside Sirena's mind, a psychosis created by the immense damage Luisa dealt. Sirena may not have died physically, but perhaps she has mentally. 

	However, the chance of physical death still is nonzero. Harlianne's eyes seemed to have stopped misting over, remaining fixed in their current cloudy grey. With her cutlass at the ready, there isn't any sign that Harlianne recognizes Sirena or that she even stopped to consider Sirena's claims. To her, a monster is a monster. [color=0099cc]"Shut yor mouth!"[/color] Harlianne chastised, swinging her sword in a swift motion, aiming for Sirena's neck. This time, Sirena will be able to duck out of the way of the blade. (~send a PM for combat rolls!~)

	Meanwhile, a wicked smile graced Alisanne's face, as if Edgard had told her something highly amusing. But what could it have been? The messenger had told Edgard of a vicious attack, of Margot's death and Alisanne's disappearance. Yet there she was(?), looking as if it had happened to someone else, as if she had been the one to plan the entire thing and see it to fruition. 

	[color=#b5ccf2]"Only the dead need vengeance,"[/color] Alisanne chided. She then winked at Edgard before composing herself once more, the perfect image of professionalism. [color=#b5ccf2]"I need you to collect the flask, Baron of Blood and Fire. Unsurprisingly, my brother failed to accomplish that task. It is imperative that you succeed."[/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 - 3:45 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	~PM with possession information sent to Nallore~

	Septima nodded at Elissa, a bit impressed. Not everyone was able to understand the workings of the arcane, but it seemed to come intuitively to Isley. Septima smirked with approval, wishing for a moment they had met under different circumstances. Perhaps she would have been able to take Elissa on as an apprentice, train her in herbology and hexes and potions. "We will see what happens to the girl," Septima said. "No magic is without price." 

	As for Édouard, he looked around first before responding to Millicent, as if he was searching for a better offer. Seeing none, and the fact that Jean was still glaring at him, Édouard couldn't help but pout and nod, agreeing to Millicent's terms. He hated the fact that no one in this place seemed to speak French and that he didn't have a clue what was going on. At least his sisters weren't in this place--that would've made it hell for him. And the girls weren't too bad either, though most of them seemed a bit too scrawny and intelligent for his liking.

	"Did it work? Have you possessed the woman?" Septima pressed.