[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170629/6b97076df64c5044e82333e282e2fda1.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/26gR1Q41h9Ku78Z6E/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Outside [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171013/a93159a838da2f2d1bf772183f77fdce.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171013/c7f5688115912f80b9f54449b9caac48.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5up5B9n7ICA][color=B22222]- [I]"Horns" by Bryce Fox[/I][/color][/url] [/center][hr][hr] The bits and pieces of humanity, of the real Alisanne, that Edgard saw in her was simultaneously confusing and reassuring. One minute she seemed genuine and the next it was like she wasn't even there. He did not quite know what to think. Was she real, or was she an illusion? Or was she somehow a little bit of both? In the end, all he could really do was revel in the glimpses of reality while they lasted. Her smile brought a smirk to his features and a glint to his stormy blue eyes. And that wink, man, it about did him over. His smirk turned into an amused yet affectionate smile. He always loved it when that cold exterior of hers broke away, even for a mere moment, to reveal a more genuine and open side of her. But of course, much like himself, the playfulness was short lived, quickly returning to professionalism. [color=B22222]"Surely collecting the flask can wait until I ensure your safety and kill those responsible for your disappearance. After all, what use will the power of the flask be to La Fraternité du Sang if there is no heir to wield it?"[/color] he replied, his brows furrowing slightly. He softly rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek. [color=B22222]"Whatever the case, I must find a new crew. Perhaps I can take over whatever ship Miss Blackwood came on,"[/color] he added. A devious smirk came to his features at the notion. [hr][hr] [hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170613/f3495278dd3e95939ac9306cc0903cb6.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ohhwJ8jxBpnkPW9vW/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Docks near the [I]Bellona[/I] (Port of Tortuga) --> Next to a shipwreck (Devil's Triangle) [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171012/84a686debf8e83b5ae02226ed55c64d1.png[/img][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171012/820a1ae36e9afbe8517d7dc546132131.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oSx0JOAXX0][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Sharm[/I][/color][/url] [/center][hr][hr] Sirena felt her soul and sanity being chipped away with every swallow of the red, coppery substance. The blood of men was slowly and agonizingly killing her from the inside out. She recognized her new self, this new reality, as little as Harlianne recognized her own best friend. She had hoped that consuming that which she hungered for would satiate the blood thirst, but oh how wrong she was. A strangled wail that was out of part frustration and part despair left her blood covered mouth. Unfortunately, her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, as fate was busy turning two friends against each other. Her head whipped to the side at Harlianne's outburst. Her breaths came in and out sharply, and she could now hear the pounding beats of her heart in her ears. Her blue eyes widened, and then for moment everything seemed to go in slow motion. Harlianne struck out with her cutlass, no doubt going for a deathblow. Fortunately for Sirena, instincts and adrenaline kicked in, and she ducked out of the way of the blade in the nick of time. She quite literally narrowly saved her own neck. She wasted little time, jumping to her feet as soon as the blade had passed overhead. She landed unsteadily on her feet, grimacing as she strained her ankle slightly in the process. She then put an extra four feet of distance between her and Harlianne. [color=66CDAA]"I don't want to fight you,"[/color] she spoke up, her voice raw with emotion. She could feel the hunger pulsing through her stronger than ever before. It weighed down on her like an anchor on a ship. She realized then that she could not live like this forevermore. [color=66CDAA]"I can't live like this. I can't risk hurting those I care about. If you wish to kill me, then kill me."[/color] she stated definitively. There was an air of strength returning to her features. Perhaps there was honor and courage to be found in choosing your own fate. [color=66CDAA]"Just don't blame yourself for this. Remember that it was my choice,"[/color] she added with sincerity. The fear that had been in her eyes just moments before seemed to fade away as she slowly approached Harlianne. She wasn't afraid of death. No, she was more afraid of life. Had Harlianne remembered Sirena, there would have been hesitation. She likely would have stopped and told her first mate that everything would be fine--that she'd find a way to live with her condition. Pirates got drunk on booze--blood wouldn't be that strange at the end of the day. They'd grow accustomed to it. But the mist still clouded her eyes, her memories kept away from her. Perhaps it had been something Luisa had done or perhaps it had been something waiting to come into being. [color=0099cc]"Why blame myself for a good deed, eh?"[/color] Harlianne asked. With a smooth and elegant motion, Harlianne darted forward and drove her blade at the defenseless Sirena, aiming for her neck. The blade hit its target, cutting through Sirena's flesh cleanly like a scalpel. For a moment, Sirena's head remained on her body as blood began to rush out, yet as Harlianne withdrew her blade, the head toppled to the ground. Sirena's body collapsed what seemed to be exactly a second later. The grey mist still covered Harlianne's eyes as she looked down at the corpse of her friend, entirely unaware of the gravity of what had just happened. It all happened so fast. Sirena had barely taken one last breath of the fresh air of this world when pain exploded through her. The air was forced out of her lungs as pain exploded through her, and then, there was nothing. Darkness had engulfed her, and her life quickly drained from her with every drop of blood that poured from her severed neck. She was dead now, and the only consolations were that she had died on her own terms and was subsequently freed from the burden of blood thirst. But it would seem that the journey was only just beginning for her. Sirena's eyes opened again, this time to find herself underwater with a massive shipwreck before her. Memories were slowly coming back to her, and it dawned on her that she was in fact dead. While others would feel burdened by the knowledge, she felt a freedom like none other. That characteristic smirk once more graced her features. She was ready for the adventures that laid ahead. [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/l1J9wzgMZ241l44Vi/giphy.gif[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171013/28363e5af622082ac80589f88f72504f.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171013/de40d2a81765c4f2886c662002dc563e.png[/img] [/center]