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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Cavern under the lake (Devil's Triangle)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej65nzoRzdc][color=66CDAA]- [I]"My Leftovers" by Porcelain and the Tramps[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena glanced back over at Septima in time to catch the roll of the woman's eyes and upheld finger. Her blue eyes narrowed as indignation rose up within her. Septima's flippant manner and impudence rubbed Sirena the wrong way. She herself could deal out sass to others, but she really did not tolerate others doing the same to her. How ironic.

	Her gaze stiffly followed Septima as the woman dealt with her brother, the recently awakened Lord Dywell. Her brows rose and her eyes widened slightly as the woman seemingly casted a spell on her unsuspecting brother. It was admittedly a nifty trick, one in which would have proven quite useful to Sirena over the years. Some of her irritation dissipated and was replaced by curiousity. The notion that Septima possessed some form of magic logically should have frightened her, but it didn't. She was instead more or less intrigued. 

	Her demeanor softened as Septima came back over. Sirena was ready to give the woman a chance, to give her the benefit of the doubt. Well, that was until the witch opened her mouth and out spewed the same level of impudence. The look that overcame Sirena's features basically said 'oh really.' She stepped towards Septima unfazed by the woman's words. [color=66CDAA]"Is that a threat? Or a [I]challenge[/I]?"[/color] she stated with a slight edge to her velvety voice. The corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk, and there was a sly glint to her eyes.

	[color=66CDAA]"Now, if you do not wish to destroy the flask, then how else do you expect to regain your soul, huh? Drink from it?"[/color] she questioned. She let out a light, almost mocking, chuckle before her voice grew serious once more. [color=66CDAA]"That certainly did us all a lot of good. We are all dead, directly or indirectly because someone did just that. You say you want to regain your life and gain the power of gods in the process, but at what cost? It is surely not a free-for-all."[/color] 

	Her attention was then diverted to Anastasia as she returned. Of course, Sirena did not recognize her seeing as her friend was possessing another woman's body.
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Docks – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzVQkO92wNw][color=B22222]- [I]"Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money[/I][/color][/url]
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	[color=B22222]"Oui, je sais que tu n'es pas mort!"[/color] Edgard interjected midway through Alisanne's spiel. Why did she keep demanding she wasn't dead?! For goodness sakes, he knows she is not that easy to kill! It's just that with every passing minute he believes less and less that she is actually here with him, in the flesh. She was alive, just not here. His eyes widened and the corner of his lips twitched as she finished what she had to say. 

	[color=B22222]"Vous sournois peu--"[/color] he began before turning away with a huff. He shook his head and held his temple between his fingers. God, this was all giving him a headache. She killed her sister Margot?! He supposed it made since. After all, she never did like to share power or title. He should have figured that Édouard's death wouldn't be enough for her. He vaguely wondered if he was the next on her list. It wouldn't be the first time she tried to have him killed.

	Despite her explanation, he was still left with one big question. How in the hell was she here?! He faced her again and eyed her skeptically. His eyes widened as blood began to soak her hands and drip from her hair. [color=B22222]"Vous n'êtes pas vraiment là. C'est une sorte de vision. Ou prémonition. Ou lien psychique,"[/color] he exclaimed, more to himself than to her. His brows furrowed at that last idea of his. Psychic link. She was a psychic link? God dammit.