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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=4W9l8ePxH28][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena noticed that Anastasia was looking past her, evidently oblivious to her presence as her friend's attention was preoccupied with another. Her pale blonde brows furrowed slightly as she only managed to catch the tail end of what Anastasia said. Apologizing for something regarding a body? She glanced down at the two bodies, one of which was her own, at Ana's feet. She noted that significantly less bodies had been brought back than there were people. It took a moment for her to put two and two together, and when she did, she followed her friend's gaze to the person she was apologizing to. Septima.

	She couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction that the witch's plans had been undermined. A devious glint came to her eyes, and the corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk. Perhaps it was cruel of her to feel no compassion or empathy for the woman's current predicament. But at the same time, what reason had the witch given her to like, let alone trust, her? None. Septima wanted divine power regardless of the potentially catastrophic cost. That much had been made clear to Sirena. The irony was that Septima already acted as if she was a god when she was anything but. She was just a tyrant of a woman who was willing to put others down in her quest for so-called greatness.

	Yet, Sirena's satisfaction was soon replaced by wariness as Septima's countenance changed into an eerie calmness. She didn't doubt that the woman was powerful, and with that in mind, the last thing she wanted was to fall victim to the witch's retribution. She started to take a few steps backwards, but it became quickly apparent that there was no escaping what was about to come. With a single uttered word, Septima literally imploded their surroundings. The ground seemed to shake beneath Sirena's feet as the walls of the underwater cavern were blown out and the ceiling subsequently came crashing down. Rubble fell in clumps around her, stirring up dust in it's wake and allowing water to come pouring in

	Sirena gritted her teeth as the rubble uncomfortably fazed through her. It was fortunate indeed that they were ghosts, otherwise this would've been a rather painful way to die, to be crushed and drowned in one fell swoop. She was very fortunate indeed, not that a second death scared her much. As everything settled, she attempted to look around, but rubble obstructed most of her view. What had been the point of this? A diversion? Wait. The bodies! Wasn't that somehow their ticket out of here? [color=66CDAA]"Well, that's convenient,"[/color] Sirena exclaimed blandly.
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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=-ffPA9Srlq4][color=B22222]- [I]"Prey for Me" by Korn[/I][/color][/url]
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	Apparently Edgard just assumed that Aravis was going to do what he requested, or rather demanded, of her as he began to stride past her. However, her questioning reply stopped him in his tracks. His jaw clenched, and his stormy blue eyes darkened dangerously. He expected people to just fall into line. And if they didn't? Well, they would pay, with the physical and emotional scars to prove it. 

	His eyes locked onto her in an almost predatory like gaze. It didn't matter the tone of voice she spoke with. It didn't matter she had an odd similarity to Alisanne. She was still puny in his eyes, and he devoured such weakness like it was a drug. Ultimately, no could possibly compare to Alisanne, let alone up to his standards. Thus everyone was fair game for a purge.

	He stalked over to her until his muscular 6'1" frame loomed over her more diminutive frame. [color=B22222]"Because I said so,"[/color] he growled, leaning down threateningly until he was inches from her face.