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[color=Mediumpurple]Time[/color]: Dawn
[color=Plum]Location[/color]: Parlay Cay
[color=Mediumpurple]Interactions[/color]: [@Tae] [@Funnyguy] [@Helo] [@Legion02]   
[color=Plum]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY97XoaEjFg&t=815s] Seaside banter  [/url]

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A midst the hassle and bustle of the deck a young woman sat perched on top of a crate. Her lips were slightly parted while she looked into a mirror with the utmost concentration. In her hand she held a small brush which she had dipped into a tiny jar of kohl. With expert precision and a well practiced hand she began to frame her eyes. The first attempt was crooked to which she let out an irritated breath. The young sailor who was holding the mirror for her bit his lip and got visibly worried. The slight swaying of the ship made it hard to hold the mirror in one place, also the robe of the young woman kept moving in the wind. It gradually revealed part of her leg, creeping upwards when the wind intensified. The man swallowed hard and lowered the mirror, he needed to take a breather.

[color=mediumpurple]"It can't be that heavy..."[/color] Nur said, wanting to sound witty, but sounding distracted instead. She tried to follow the mirror as it moved. Her witty remark was lost on the sailor. She put the brush away into the pocket of her robe. The robe reached down to her calves. It was made of an expensive kind of lilac silk with embroidered butterflies fluttering on the sleeves and bottom portion of the robe. Nur looked at the sailor and smirked slightly when she realized why he wasn't paying any attention to the task she'd given him. When they locked eyes he shamefully looked away, his tan face slightly flushed. 

Nur looked completely out of place between the working crowd on deck. Not only because she hadn't bothered to dress herself in proper clothes, she also wasn't making a single attempt to assist with the heavy lifting. That was exactly the way she liked things. There was fresh meat coming aboard today, according to the captain. Nur had already acquired her personal scrap of meat for the morning. A handsome and gullible fisherman's son, who was more than happy to assist her in her morning beauty routine. She took out a set of hairpins from a box next to her. Equally as lavish as her robe, the twisted metal was bejeweled with all kinds of precious stones. 

Further down the deck she noticed some of the crew were gathering around a girl with feline features, as in a literal set of cat ears and a tail. A demi-human most likely. Now she understood why they were gathered around like bees to honey. Nur watched the interaction with an amused expression on her face as she began to pin strands of hair atop her head. The sailor immediately held up her mirror once again, without her needing to say anything at all. Malek's unmistakable voice boomed across the deck. The incessant yelling of the first mate, made her drop the pin she was holding. It slipped from her fingers and made a clicking sound when it fell on the wood floor of the ship. Nur did not bother to pick it up, or move from her seat for that matter. She simply took out another one and resumed what she was doing. 

The sailor scratched the back of his head with his free hand, shuffling his feet on the floor. He was getting anxious. 
[color=royalblue]"Isn't your name Nur..?"[/color] He asked, already knowing the answer. Perhaps only if he was drunk would he ever forget the name of such a beautiful girl as she. 
[color=mediumpurple]"It is...."[/color] She pursed her lips and took a long look at herself, trying to debate if she was satisfied. 
[color=royalblue]"So..I..maybe you should go out there..?"[/color] The sailor suggested, not sounding too sure of himself. 

[color=mediumpurple]"Is someone dying?"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Well no..but.."[/color] Before he could say anymore Nur rose from the crate and bent down to retrieve the fallen pin. She got up, and when she rose she was confronted with the most unpleasant sight. That disturbing witch of a man Aharuhn was eyeing up the new girl like a fresh load of fish. This was enough to urge the challenged surgeon to spring into action. First however some payback. She moved the part of her hair which remained unpinned from her shoulders onto her back and narrowed her eyes. She brandished the pin in her hand, taking aim. With a forceful flick of her wrist she threw it at the head of the first mate. 

She rushed down the stairs and reached the edge of the ship in mere moments, despite of her size. Even Aodh the hot blooded djin was hovering over the girl. An annoyed expression sat on her otherwise lovely features. 

[color=mediumpurple]"Don't mind these vultures"[/color] Nur said to the feline demi-human, adjusting the ties of her robe. She took the hand of the demi-human and pulled her away from Aodh and the others with surprising strength, giving them a deathly glare. Nur summoned her most unpleasant scowl for Aharuhn.

[color=mediumpurple]"And you..."[/color] She said turning to the sorcerer. Actually she didn't even want to bother thinking up some insult or other. She simply left the conversation at that. Nur gestured for the girl to follow her up the stairs.