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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:32 PM Local Time


Aravis came to her senses slowly, hardly strong enough to lift her head. The source of the pain had subsided, but something dark seemed to have come into her. As she looked at the bodies of Elissa and Anastasia on the ground, she expected herself to react with horror. She had read many tales and she knew what would happen next--she would descend into a fit of madness and rage, begging and screaming for her friends to return. She had known Anastasia for only a day, but Elissa for a considerably longer time. She would find sanity in her rage and her sorrow.

But Aravis felt nothing. It was as if her emotions had been ripped and torn from her. She knew that she ought to have been panicked, but she didn't even feel calm. She felt nothing at all. Lifting her arm, Aravis discovered a lengthy gash, enough to cause any person to scream in pain. But had she not seen the blood, she would not have noticed it. She had become entirely numb to the world. Love and happiness, sorrow and despair...None of it moved her.

The storyteller could not feel.

In the Twelve Daggers' Tavern, Edgard's mind has changed as well. While he survived a fate that had killed many others, a familiar voice whispered in his ear, almost tauntingly. "I'm afraid you've gone quite mad, mon amour," the voice purred, almost like velvet. She moved into his line of sight, covered in the blood and guts that had engulfed every surface in the tavern. But beyond that, she looked exactly as she did the day they met. "I only regret I was not the one to break your mind," Alisanne said with a sigh. For her, that small display of emotion spoke volumes. She was always a quiet evil.

Oddly enough, Harlianne and Sirena have developed no new delusions. Perhaps they had great mental fortitude and strength. Or more likely, they were already damaged. Harlianne had a distant glint to her eyes as she rose to her feet, coughing. Taking in the scene, she saw no signs of life at the docks. Aravis and the others were too far out for her to see.

"It seems yor'll cop yor investigation after all."

The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:32 PM Local Time


You are not alone on this island. Perhaps you would like to give it a name. While you may be tempted to suggest Hell, Purgatory is a far better description. Something continues to draw you in, beckoning for you to walk more and more. It may take you through dense jungle or continue along a path in the beach. Eventually, others become apparent to you. There are those you may recognize, as well as complete strangers.

The following individuals are on the island: Jon’s Ex Captain, Jon, the four slaves in Jon's crew, Elissa, Édouard, Anastasia, Isaac, Millicent, Jean, Alice, members of Édouard's crew, Catalina, Mr. Alucard, a witch, and others who you have not yet encountered. The longer you walk, the thicker the crowd appears to become. Eventually, you reach a ledge that overlooks a lake. Something about the lake calls to you.

Jump.

Septima, the witch, is familiar to some of you. She does not halt in her steps, walking until she falls through the air into the lake. There is no sense of fear or urgency, but of course, she is already dead--as are you. What could possibly harm you now? It still beckons to you, something beneath the lake. It seems to whisper promises of everything you have ever desired.

Perhaps it can even restore your life.
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Anastasia continued to walk along the beach, she could feel something was drawing her further inland of the island, she wasn't sure what it was as Ana continued to walk turning away from the beach. As she continued her lonely walk through the now dense jungle she was still processing what had happened. As Anastasia walked through the dense foliage of the jungle noticing some of the leaves and branches just phased through her. She was starting to realize that she was now dead as Anastasia continued to walk she eventually started to notice others now.

Anastasia stopped for a moment as she noticed Elissa even Mr. Alucard, Isaac gagging ever so slightly when she noticed Edouard was there as well and Catalina. Sighing slightly as she recognized some of the people that were there with her Ana followed the large group until they were at the cliff edge of a large lake below. Anastasia looked towards one individual as she simply didn't care and just leaped down into the water below. "Might as well try an' git sum answers." Anastasia said, looking towards the others as she felt the urge to jump down which she quickly did joining Septima
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Location: On board the Bellona (Port of Tortuga)
Mood Music: "Your World Will Fail" by Les Friction





"Lucky me," Sirena groaned in response to Harlianne as she weakly pushed herself up off the ground. Getting up was made more difficult by all the blood and brain matter that covered the deck. The pain in her head had fortunately subsided, but she was still left feeling like crap. She slowly got her feet under her, her blood soaked clothes weighing her down slightly. Once she steadied herself on her feet, she carefully walked across the slick deck to Harlianne's side. She purposefully avoided looking at Luisa and Isaac, not wanting to see their lifeless bodies, or better yet what was left of them. As she stopped alongside her captain, her blue eyed gaze finally took in the sheer devastation out on the docks.

"Damn," she exclaimed in astonishment. The devastation that Luisa had unintentionally left in her wake was insurmountable. It was frightening to think someone or something could hold such power. Despite the massacre that was laid out before her eyes and her own near death experience, Sirena held no ill will towards the girl. How could she? As far as she was concerned, Luisa had been just as much a victim of this. However, not everyone would see it that way, so perhaps it was good the girl was no longer among the living. She let out a small sigh, looking over to Harlianne. Right then, Sirena's eyes weren't as full of life as they normally were. They were duller, and given the circumstances, it should be understandable. "Where should we start then?" she inquired.







Location: Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga



- "Your World Will Fail" by Les Friction



"Alisanne," Edgard breathed out as a beautifully familiar voice came to his ears. It almost felt like a dream, a dream come true. A shiver ran down his spine as he could practically feel her breath on his neck. Her words did not seem to fully register with him, at least not yet. Instead his eyes closed for a moment, simply savoring the sweet sound of her voice. The pain that had gripped his body was now replaced with a comforting sense of warmth. Oh how he missed her and yearned to see her again. She was the only light in his world of darkness.

His eyes opened again, and they widened when we saw before him his beautiful fiancée Alisanne Riviere. He pushed himself up off the ground and got to his feet. His eyes never left her. He was entranced by her. He vaguely noted how she wore the same icy blue gown she had donned the day they first met. Her dark locks even had those same little flowers pinned into it. A niggling sensation said something was off here, but he fought against it. He truly did not want this, or her, to be a mere figment of his imagination. Édouard was dead and Alisanne was here by his side. What more could he possibly ask for?

"Alisanne?" he stated, though it unintentionally came out more as a question. He slowly and carefully approached her, trying to avoid all of the carnage, but not daring to look away from her. He was afraid that if he looked away from her, even for a split second, she would disappear. He soon came to a stop in front of her. His brows furrowed slightly as her words slowly began to sink in.

"Are you really here?" he breathed out as his hand gingerly came up to caress her cheek. When he felt her soft skin, words could not truly describe the joy and yearning that overwhelmed him. Thoughts of this being all a mere figment of his imagination were swept away in an instant. His strong arms suddenly pulled her into his chest, and then he leaned down to press his lips to hers.

And hereby ensued the awkwardness for everyone else.
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Millicent didn't know where she was. While she recognized a few of the others as she walked, she didn't pay them much mind. There was a hunger in her gut, but it was not for food. There was a thirst in her throat, but not for water. No, it was something primitive. Like it was her innate desire.

The only person Millicent focuses on is the woman on the edge of the cliff. She didn't recognize her, but she felt like the woman had the right idea. Even as she fell off the edge, Millicent knew. She had no fear on her face, she did not scream.

The water. That's where she needed to be. She paid little mind to the others. She had to get there. Whatever happened to her to bring her here, to bring her to this point, she was sure the answers lay at the bottom.

So without a moment's hesitation, she set one foot off and then the other...and then she fell into the waters.
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She was confused as to what was up with the large group that was forming. So many people, yet she felt strange, hardly recognizing anyone. As she looked around, she recognized Anastasia and Catalina. It was confusing, and she couldn't shake the strange feeling of something calling to her from the lake. Elissa watched as the witch jumped off and into the lake. This was crazy to her, but the fact still remained that something was down there, something powerful.

She herself was still a little hesitant to jump off into the lake. However, she watched two other people follow Septima into the lake. A woman she didn't know, and Anastasia both jumped in. It didn't surprise her that Anastasia was so quick to do it, and watching her do it gave her the courage she needed to follow suit. Elissa walked over to the edge, and walked off into the lake below.
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Alisanne chuckled a bit, not returning Edgard's kiss. She merely remained still, allowing him to indulge himself in the moment, before her gaze swept around the Twelve Daggers. There were still a few members of the crew who drew breath, most of them huddling in corners and looking at Edgard with horror. They had already watched one man turn to ash today--this was just the next thing in a line of insane events. And with Édouard died, their loyalty was then to Edgard, the man who they seemed to believe to be responsible.

"Kill them all," Alisanne whispered, staring at the crew with dead eyes. "We have work to do."

For Sirena, it seems her luck has not held out. While there was no immediate sign of something wrong, a gnawing hungry is building within her. As soon as she becomes aware of it, it'll become unbearable. No food or water will satisfy it, but with each passing moment, Sirena becomes more and more hungry. It's as if a switch has flipped in her brain and as she steps amongst the bodies of the dead, they may not appear appetizing but...there's something about them. Almost as if entranced, Sirena will find herself drawn to the corpses, helpless to fight the hunger--a hunger that consuming blood can only fulfill.

Harlianne's eyes continue to have more and more of a distant look to them. If she's noticed Sirena's new cravings, she hasn't said anything. Instead, the Bellona captain walked to the edge of the ship shakily, gripping the edge tightly. Her knuckles turned white and Harlianne trembled, trying desperately to remember something. She drew her cutlass and turned to face Sirena.

"Who the bloody hell fire are yer? And wot the bleedin' divvy 'appened 'ere, then, eh?" Harlianne shouted, a mist appearing to cover her eyes. There was no more shakiness in her movements.

The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:32 PM Local Time


The cool water seems to rush up to meet you. It's an uncomfortable experience, passing through it. It's like the chill on a cold day, stuck inside of you. There's no warming yourself up until you drop through, ending in what appears to be a cavern of sorts. In the middle, two sleeping forms lie with their hands entwined. It becomes obvious immediately, somehow - they're not dead. They're alive. And they're here, on this island.

Find the flask.

That urge continues to drive you forward, your each and every action. It's not hard to find it. Behind the sleeping pair, a small vial calls to you. Isaac rushes towards it and reaches his hand out, excited to cease his prize. His fingers may contact with it as his body solidifies, becoming more and more real, more and more alive...

...until it begins to fall apart, piece by piece, bone by bone. There is no blood, strangely enough. A pile of bones surroundings the flask, but a moment later, they have turned to dust. And in another minute, even the dust no longer appears to be present.

"Only the living can touch the flask," Septima whispered, her dark eyes alive and curious. They then fell on the sleeping couple. "We need them."
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Anastasia fell through the lake feeling the very cold chill going through her body as she fell through the waters of the lake, she tried her best to try and warm herself up. But she couldn't, even though she knew that she was dead now, when they landed in what looked to be a very deep cavern. She slowly looked around the room it was dark, but she spotted a couple laid in the middle of the cavern Anastasia felt that hunger or whatever it was that was calling on her to grab the flask.

Anastasia had this gnawing feeling that there was also something wrong here as she watched Isaac blindly making his way towards the sleeping couple where the vial was. When he touched it she witnessed him become more and more alive, this is what she wanted she needed to be alive and not be a walking ghost. But then things turned bad suddenly as Anastasia witnessed his body instantly turn to bones, then shortly a few seconds later his bones turned to dust, and then they were gone.

Anastasia's eyes slowly looked over towards the two bodies and then towards Septima when she came to the conclusion that they weren't able to touch it unless they were living. She eyed the sleeping couple once more there was only one way and there were only two bodies she wasn't going to be rude and just grab one of the bodies. "Any volunteers ter 'ijack wan av de bodies an' take de flask?" Anastasia asked, she was suspicious but she was really drawn to it, but she didn't want to turn out like Isaac either.
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So it was confirmed. She was, in fact, dead. But she wasn't all the way dead. The others with her were in the same predicament as she was. Well, she wanted to get to the island with them, so she got her wish, such as it was. She would be damned if she was going to stay this way.

Before she could speak up, she recognized Isaac among the group. Happy to see yet another familiar face, she couldn't talk fast enough before Isaac reached for the flask before them and his body, such as it was, crumpled. She could only look in horror as the man she once cared for was no more.

It stung, but she had to press onward. One of the others suggested possession. They were ghosts now, right? They could do that? "We need that flask, right? I'll do it, I guess unless someone wants to desperately?" If no one spoke up, Millicent would possess one of the two on the ground.
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Location: Docks near the Bellona (Port of Tortuga)



- "Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons



Something changed in Sirena. It was like a switch had been flipped on in her mind. Her feet moved barely of their own accord, while her question was lost to the wind. She stepped down from the deck of the Bellona onto the docks. The carnage seemed to call to something deep within her, drawing her closer and further into its depths. With light steps, she carefully maneuvered over and around the dozens of bodies that littered the docks. The weight of her blood drenched clothes was the only thing that seemed to ground her in reality. This was all too surreal. It would make sense for one to be disturbed given the circumstances, and at one point she was. But now, she was--she was entranced? Her brows furrowed, and her stomach knotted up increasingly the further she went into the horde of corpses.

She felt weaker by the second, succumbing to the foreign sensation that was weighing her down. She involuntarily licked her lips. She felt parched, and her stomach felt like it had been empty for days. She was quickly being consumed by the hunger, but it wasn't for food or water. It was for something else. She couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet. Her blue eyes looked down at the corpses that surrounded her, and no sooner had she done that did she realize that she couldn't look away. She was entranced. Her breaths came in and out more rapidly, and she shook as she got down onto her knees. She had an unbearable urge for "blood." The word didn't sit well on her tongue, but it mattered not. Nothing could stop the hunger except for what she hungered for.

Sirena touched her head and then looked down at her hand to see that it had come back with some fresh blood. Her hand shook as she brought it to her mouth and tasted the bitter, coppery substance. She licked up the blood that began to trickle down the corner of her mouth. She barely had time to reflect upon the taste of it when Harlianne's voice suddenly broke through to her. Her head whipped to the side, and her eyes widened at her best friend's exclamation. Harlianne didn't recognize her? What the hell was happening to both of them?! They were both alive but clearly not themselves. She cautiously got to her feet as she eyed the bared cutlass in her Harlianne's hand. "I-I honestly don't know anymore," she replied in a shaky voice. And her statement wasn't that far from the truth.







Location: Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga



- "Prey For Me" by Korn



How could something that felt so real be a sham? Edgard did not think it was possible for one to feel the touch of another's skin and yet that person not truly be there. Who would believe such a thing, especially when their heart and soul had been yearning to see that loved one again? Perhaps it was naïve of the man to not dismiss this as a powerful delusion, considering not that long ago he had learned that an attempt had been made on her life. However, the truth of the matter was that if he had one weakness and one blind spot, it was surely Alisanne. She was the sole person in this world whom he loved and care for. Death and destruction was the only other thing that could ever capture his heart, but even that was fleeting in comparison.

Edgard's lips reluctantly left Alisanne's, and he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers. He shook his head slightly at her chuckle, with a surprisingly lighthearted smirk coming to his features. He did not comment about her lack of affection in return because at the moment he did not really care. He was just beyond glad to see her again. Besides, showing emotion had never really been her thing. He was the fire to her ice.

His gaze followed hers to what remained of Édouard's crew. There appeared to only be twelve men left. His attention went back to Alisanne as she spoke up. His smirk grew at her words, and a dark glint that she was all too familiar with came to his stormy blue eyes. "As you wish, mademoiselle," he whispered in her ear. He then slowly backed away from her and gave her a wink before turning to face the measly crew. His countenance darkened at seeing them huddling in the corners like scared little children. His nostrils flared slightly. They were weak. He will greatly enjoy their demise.

"Sur vos pieds, vos lâches!" he commanded ferociously. "Et alignement devant moi." The twelve crew members seemed to look amongst one another for a moment before quickly obeying his command. It would seem that their fear of retribution for disobeying him was greater than their fear of being close to him. That would be the last mistake these ignorant fools made. Once they had lined up in front of him, he unexpectedly unsheathed his cutlass, sending a bolt of fear through them all. "Si vous fléchissez, vous mourez," he warned them with a growl. The irony of the situation was that it did not matter what they did. They were all going to die anyways, but they did not need to know that. He raised his cutlass and pointed it at them as he walked slowly down the line. His gaze bored into each of them, and he could see them beginning to sweat out of nervousness. However, they all held pretty unflinchingly still, believing that would keep them alive. How naïve.

He stopped at the last man in the line, who was closest to the exit of the tavern. In the end, when all hell broke loose, they would have to go through Edgard to escape. He lowered his cutlass slowly, giving them a false sense of hope. Just as they started to relax, he suddenly brought up his blade, and in one swift mood, he practically decapitated the nearest crew member. The others tried to unsuccessfully hide their horror, and yet they still remained in their line up, as if that would save them. How foolish. He hacked two more down before the lot of them seemed to figure out what was up, that Edgard Pyrbeest, the Baron of Blood and Fire, was on a killing spree. Some tried to make a run for it just to be cut off and cut down by him. Others tried to protect themselves with their own blades just to be gutted. One couldn't easily beat him in a sword fight after all. One man slipped past him, so he quickly pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and fired. Needless to say, that man wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. By the time Edgard had dispatched all twelve crew members, he had worked up a decent sweat. His face was coated with sweat and blood, and his already blood soaked clothing was further drenched. He looked at his handiwork for a moment with a devilish smirk and a sense of twisted pride. Body parts, guts, and blood covered the tavern floor. Talk about a productive day. He sheathed his cutlass and strode back over to Alisanne triumphantly.
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This was weird. There were a lot of people around it, and one person even reached for it. Part of her said that it was a bad idea to try and grab it, but she did not expect the fate of the man. Elissa watched as he turned to dust, and wondered just what it was that they were dealing with. Something was different about the flask, that was for sure, and nothing seemed to come to mind as to what to do with it. They couldn't just grab it, as Isaac just clearly demonstrated. There had to be a way.

When Anastasia suggested trying to possess the two people who were both living, that didn't sound quite right either. They clearly needed the living, but the question on her mind was if they had to be willing to help them. Could they just take control and grab the flask that way? Or did the people have to be willing to grab it themselves? This all confused her, but she thought that she might at least voice her opinion. "I'm not zure zat vill vork. Ve might need zem to villingly grab zee flask, as obozed to us taking control und graping it".
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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.

"That's just luvly. Right. Did yer right 'ave ter go and do that, squire?" 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.

"I guess I'll just 'ave ter kill yer like yer killed everyone else."

The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:41 PM Local Time


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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!
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Anastasia looked towards Elissa for a moment when she suggested that they needed permission to take control over their body, she sighed slightly, and nodded it was a good suggestion. But she didn't want to be dead here forever as Anna looked at the two bodies one was a guy and the other a woman. "Well, maybe jist a test de waters an' clap waaat 'appens if oi take control temporarily." Anastasia said as she started to take a few steps forward looking at Elissa and then the group of other ghosts that were there. "Canny git much deader den dis oi guess."

Ah feck naw not 'him. Anastasia said as froze when she heard the annoyingly loud French fucktard Ed coming through the crowd, her eyes going wide for a moment she didn't want to spend the rest of eternity with his annoying sexual advances towards her. Anastasia quickly moved towards the woman's body that was laying down, taking a deep breath as she went to try and possess the woman laying on the ground.
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Millicent stood exasperated that she was among these people. She offered and no one took her up, so she would let them figure it out. If they died, so be it. She didn't want to die...well die any more than she already did. Her mind raced to where her body was. Was it gone? Were there corpses littered at the port. What would happen to them if there were.

These questions raced as one of the women pushed herself forward, hoping to avoid some man. If she wanted to attempt, she would let her. She turned to look at who she was avoiding and saw none other than Ed. First Isaac and now him. This couldn't be a coincidence. If no one wanted to speak to him, she would be the first to do so. "Cela me semble que vous ne savez probablement pas ce que nous disons en anglais. Je peux traduire pour vous, si vous le souhaitez."
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Location: Docks near the Bellona (Port of Tortuga)


- "Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons



Sirena's breaths came in and out more sharply, and her blue eyes widened. Fear seeped into the countenance of a woman who was normally so confident and dauntless. She honestly did not know what scared her more, her best friend and captain being turned against her or the insatiable thirst for blood that was quickly overpowering her. She raised up her bare hands with her palms facing towards Harlianne in hopes of showing that she meant no harm. She generally preferred to talk her way out of sticky situations such as this, only using violence as a last resort. "Please Harlianne. I beg of you, don't do this. You aren't yourself right now," she stated pleadingly before whispering. "And neither am I."

She could feel it residing deep within her, the hunger for blood. It was gnawing at her. The blood was calling to her. The sight and smell of the corpses simultaneously repulsed her and entranced her. She could not take it for much longer. The strain of fighting against the sensation was becoming almost unbearable. "Harlianne, please! I know you are still in there somewhere. I need you now more than ever! I can't fight it, the hunger! I don't want to hurt you or anyone else! Help me--" she cried out, her voice quickly turning into a scream. She gripped fists full of her hair and clawed at her face, her nails drawing blood as they raked down her skin.

Her resolve suddenly broke. She couldn't fight the blood thirst any longer. The urge was so great that it hurt to neglect it or resist it. She basically collapsed down onto her knees in the midst of the horde of corpses. She leaned over and cupped her hands together in order to scoop up handfuls of blood. Without a second though, she brought her blood-filled hands to her parched mouth and drank the blood thirstily. Blood dribbled from her chin and ran down her neck as she drank several handfuls of blood.







Location: Inside then outside Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga




- "Smokestacks" by LAYLA



Edgard's smirk faltered when his gaze landed on Alisanne and took in her expression. She seemed almost--bored? Since when did she not find his murderous ways wickedly attractive? After all, they had been drawn to each other, from nearly the beginning, by the ruthlessness they had seen in one another. Something was not quite right here. She seemed more distant than normal, like she wasn't entirely there. His brows furrowed slightly as his blue-eyed gaze looked her over, taking in the icy blue gown she wore and the flowers pinned in her hair. It was oddly all the same as the day he had first met her. It seemed too precise, like it was a memory rather than reality.

The corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. That niggling sensation that she was an illusion came back full force. But if she wasn't actually here then where was she? His facial expression hardened, and his stomach twisted into knots. She was still being held captive--or dead. He barely held back a feral growl at the thought of anyone harming her, let alone killing her. His hands shook slightly as they clenched into fists at his sides. Emotions swirled within him in a volatile mixture of anger and desperation. He wanted Alisanne, the real Alisanne, and he wanted her so bad that he had somehow conjured her up in his mind. He really was going mad, mad for her.

He was snapped out of his brooding thoughts as the fake Alisanne before him walked out of the tavern. NO! He wasn't ready for her to leave yet, even if she was just an illusion. "Alisanne wait!!" Edgard called out, running after her. He practically barreled through the doors of the tavern, and with long strides, he quickly caught up to her and cut her off. As he stood before her again, his mouth opened and closed, seemingly having trouble forming words as he stared at her. He noted that her attire had entirely changed. She now wore something that would more likely be seen on a peasant or slave. It was certainly strange, but he did not think much of it.

Edgard wordlessly closed the remaining distance between them. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips as his hands caressed her cheeks. "Mark my words. I will find you, and I will avenge you, mon amour," he vowed as he pulled away. His voice sounded determined, but his eyes revealed the emotions that were slowly tearing him up inside.
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"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," 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.
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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:45 PM Local Time


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. "Shut yor mouth!" 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.

"Only the dead need vengeance," Alisanne chided. She then winked at Edgard before composing herself once more, the perfect image of professionalism. "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."

The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:45 PM Local Time


~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.
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As Anastasia moved over and laid over the woman's body she instantly took control of her body, taking a deep breath for the first time as she quickly sat up looking around, the area and then down at her new body she didn't expect it to actually even work. As she closed her eyes she started to know everything that the woman she was in control of did. Lady Narcissa Crypt, the Countess of Dywell she instantly remembered back in Tortuga that Virginia had asked her to look for her parents. And here she was now using the woman's body as she stood up and stumbled slightly.

Anastasia turned her attention over towards Septima and gave the woman a slight nod as she started to get used to taking control of the new body. "Yes oi'm controllin' 'er currently dis is Lady Narcissa Crypt, De Countess Av Dywell." Though she just left that information out that the woman was crazy, and spent sometime in Bedlam. Her eyes then wondered over towards the flask, she wasn't sure if touching it would be a good thing or not, but decided to anyway. Her real body was dead now back in Tortuga as far as she knew as Anastasia leaned down to pick up the flask.
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Millicent hid her displeasure at the man's lack of both recognition and happiness to see her. She would hold her tongue on his translations until he had a better attitude about it. Millicent turned her attention to the others as she watched one of the other women there manage to possess the body. She was impressed, but the danger was still prevalent. It may not work.

Still, they had to try if they had any hopes of getting back to life. "That's all well and good, but could we be a bit faster about this? I don't care for being dead anymore and I would like to return soon. I intended to come to this damn island alive, not as a ghost."
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Location: Outside Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga



- "Horns" by Bryce Fox



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.

"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?" he replied, his brows furrowing slightly. He softly rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek. "Whatever the case, I must find a new crew. Perhaps I can take over whatever ship Miss Blackwood came on," he added. A devious smirk came to his features at the notion.







Location: Docks near the Bellona (Port of Tortuga) --> Next to a shipwreck (Devil's Triangle)


- "Broken Crown" by Sharm



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. "I don't want to fight you," 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.

"I can't live like this. I can't risk hurting those I care about. If you wish to kill me, then kill me." 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. "Just don't blame yourself for this. Remember that it was my choice," 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.

"Why blame myself for a good deed, eh?" 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.




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Now that she thought about it, before their death they had met a young woman whose parents had disappeared. Somewhere near the triangle. Elissa wasn't too sure of where they were, but she thought it was worth mentioning to see if Anastasia knew anything. "Rememper zat voman ve had met at zee Faithful Pride, Firginia? Didn't sche zay zat her barents had dizabeared near zee triangle?" she asked Anastasia "I don't remember what she said their names were though".

She wasn't too sure about this, especially since Anastasia was reaching for the flask. Elissa didn't want anything horrible to happen to the woman, they had been through quite a bit even though they hadn't known each other very long. She saw her as a friend, and didn't want her to be permanently dead. "Pe careful Anasdazia," she said as she watched the woman.
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