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[Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center]
[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Top Deck, Airship to Khorvaire
[b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Menzai [@samreaper], Phia [@princess], Envoys  [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Captain Cindralis,  

[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
[color=Peru]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand)
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=peru]Minerva[/color][/b]
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[color=F97fca]“You cannot go in there. A girl died inside. There’s [i]blood[/i]... everywhere.”[/color] Phia had informed grimly with her wide, uncanny smile and her… double-handed wave…

Now, typically, Minerva had an awful attention span when it came to anything outside a threat to her life, but something about what Phia did disturbed her far more than what she said concerning the restroom. Though the cat’s smile barely faded, her eyes focused intently on the half elf’s, completely forgetting that Menzai was right beside her. Of all the ways Menzai could hide his presence, he could never be stealthier than now, next to Phia’s bizarre attempt at returning a greeting. It wasn’t until Phia looked away that Minerva was able to take a full breath and ease herself. 

[color=peru][i]I gotta keep an eye on that one.[/i][/color] Minerva shook her body as if trying to remove the unnerving feeling off her, but instead, tiny bits of peach flung every which way and onto a few bystanders. There were a few grumbles and complaints, but she ignored them, slipping away to the nearest corner, yet not completely out of sight. If anything, it was just the closest place that gave her enough room to stretch her limbs without bumping into anyone. With no restroom, no shame, and the need to get Wendel’s stiff tunic off, she removed her slung bag and proceeded to change her clothing. 

Of course, she crouched down, but only because it was easier to deal with getting things from the bag. Every now and again, she would look over her shoulder to see if anything was going on, but it appeared that time had been a luxury for a short while. The more time she felt she had, the more clothing she swapped out while she quietly mumbled about the two death threats she received from two separate women since the rough landing. Meiyu had come across as indirect with her words, but the intent for harm was just oozing off her. Phia, on the other hand, only kept Minerva guessing on how she would do it as she was still trying to decipher the double wave and that face she made. She wondered if she was, in fact, Menzai’s hired muscle— a cold, ruthless, psychotic mass murderer who casually assaulted small animals by petting them far too hard during times of leisure. The troubling thought prompted Minerva to make sure she was at least equipped with her daggers as she forwent wearing too much leather in the event she might need to swim. 

[color=Peru]“Much [url=https://i.imgur.com/2aVWGhb.png]better[/url]!”[/color] She exclaimed as she stood and turned around just in time to catch many of the passengers gathering on the main deck. Initially, she looked around at everyone, lost and confused as to what was going on, while slowly making her way closer to those with whom she was most familiar. It was impossible, even for someone as easily distracted as her, to miss the vibrant manes of purple and pink standing side by side. From what she could gather, everyone was staring at a dashingly handsome elvish gentleman who appeared ready to make some grand announcement. [color=peru]“Must be giving the bad news.”[/color] She attempted to whisper to herself, but enough people she passed by heard it, which, in turn, garnered a few heads whipping her way. 

[i]That crazy bitch is at it again.[/i]

She didn’t much care for the looks; if anything, it was proof that she had dressed herself quite well. There was also the fact that she was absolutely captivated by the man who was now the center of attention.

[b][color=2f8c99]“I wish I were standing before you with better news.”[/color][/b] 
Minerva gasped upon hearing the same voice that she had fallen in love with, which had emanated from the loudspeakers earlier. 

[color=peru]“It’s him!”[/color] She [i][b]whispered loudly[/b][/i]. Don’t even ask how the hell someone does that; I’m just narrating what happened.

[b][color=2f8c99]“We’ve suffered a loss today. Many good people…crew, civilians, and comrades…gave their lives in the battle above as well as the descent…”[/color][/b] At this point, it didn’t quite matter what Captain Cidralis was saying, just as long as he was speaking, Minerva kept her eyes glued to him. As wary as she had been of Phia, she found herself nodding fervently alongside her as the captain continued. 

[b][color=2f8c99]“...but so is our chance to face it together.”[/color][/b]

[color=peru]“Yes,”[/color] she replied eagerly as if the words were spoken between just the two of them during a romantic outing on the salty, sun-kissed shores of the Lhazaar Principalities. Minerva yearned for more of his voice, but instead, there was a brief quiet followed by a slow clap from a man who suddenly appeared out of thin air. Phia had clapped with the mysterious fellow, which only reminded Minerva of the treacherous double-handed wave. She took a short step away from Phia without so much as looking in her direction. Her eyes were now glued to the newcomer, whom she found a tad less charming than the captain, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like his flair. There was something oddly familiar about him, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, as she was sure she had never met this man in her life. What was it then?

Before he could even hint at what he was, Minerva was already quite sure of it. Just knowing he was a pirate caused her expression to shift. The bright-eyed woman who might as well have been gawking at Captain Cidralis now held an expression of poise. 

[color=f97fca]“The envoys are here.”[/color] Phia repeated what the pirate had announced as two others appeared in the same mystical manner. Minerva gave Phia a side-long glance of curiosity, silently determining how her new pair of acquaintances would fare here in the Lhazaar Principalities. 

[color=ee82ed]“This may require stealth mode, sweet Phia. Stay close with Minerva. I will be back shortly.”[/color]

Minerva quickly averted her gaze, barely blushing at the perceived implications of Menzai’s statement. [Color=peru][i]Is he…trusting me?[/i][/color] As the thought sunk in, her unseen expression twisted into something of mischief. There was a glint in her eyes accompanied by the grin of the sleaziest of opportunists; however, when her eyes returned to Menzai’s, she wore the face of a saint. She even threw in a wink so he could wash that hint of worry on his face.

Now it was just her and Phia…

Yes, her and Phia…

Her and… Phia…

The twisted image of Phia performing that greeting of hers flashed within her mind, causing the rising of the hairs on the nape of her neck. [color=peru][i]He said “shortly,” so it should be a short time. Yup, short, like ten seconds or ten minutes… Ten minutes?[/i][/color] She side-eyed Phia again, this time out of caution.

Dividing her attention between the half-elf and Captain Beckett’s grandstanding proved to be difficult for the shifter, resulting in her only making out about half of what the pirate had said to the crowd. She did have a rough idea of what he might have been saying, given the situation. Something like “I am a pirate, argh. Me friends and I are dangerous, argh. We are here to pillage all of your skin and hair care products, arrrrgh.”

Fortunately for her, her glorious king, Captain Cidralis’ voice broke her attention away from her closest lingering threat, [i]Sweet Phia of the Uncanny Double-Wave[/i].

[color=2F8C99]“You’re not taking my passengers anywhere… I’ll go, I’ll meet your Prince.”[/color] His bravery was not overlooked, but Minerva was sure it meant nothing to these types. This type of scenario was their bread and butter, and if they wanted the captain of this vessel, they would have led with that. They already knew what they wanted to happen the moment they spotted the wounded transport craft careening from the sky and into their domain of salt, ocean, and cutthroats. 

The pistol pointed at the captain’s head caused her to gulp as she anticipated the worst for him, but instead, he was taken down by the more brutish of the three pirates. She had winced from the cracking sound and shook her head solemnly, wishing the man didn’t have to endure such a thing. 

[color=1ABC9C]“See? Just as I said. You’ll be staying here with your ship. And now you’re in no condition to travel.”[/color] Captain Beckett turned his attention back to the crowd.

[color=1ABC9C]“Now then… The boss beckons. So…”[/color] He spread his arms wide, inviting the silence to stretch into dread. [color=1ABC9C]“Who wants to meet a [i]real[/i] Pirate Prince, eh?”[/color] As far as first impressions went, Minerva wasn’t the biggest fan of Captain Beckett, but she also couldn’t knock him for being exactly what he claimed to be. What was truly important to Minerva now was taking the reins of the circumstance rather than allowing someone else to dictate what happened next.

[color=peru]“Sweet Phia.”[/color] Minerva leaned forward and faced her for once with a toothy grin. Now, a normal person might have asked a few questions or led by stating some kind of plan with intentions and such. A worse person might use silence as compliance, but all Minerva did was wait for a measly second of eye contact before she grasped Phia’s wrist and raised it toward the sky.

[color=peru]“Yo ho ho! Ahoy!! [i]Peaches Minerva[/i] speaks!”[/color] Minerva bellowed raspily, trying her best piratey impression. As funny as it might seem, Minerva was being deadly serious about this. [color=peru]“Me and me bestest matey, Sweet Phia…”[/color] Minerva let the silence hang dramatically. She felt that she had to match Captain Beckett’s energy to communicate on even ground with him. [color=peru]“We will parley with your Pirate Prince!”[/color] She held a confident look about her, releasing Phia and stepping forward to the parting crowd that wanted no business with what she was doing. [color=peru]“But first, we wanna ask you somethin’?"[/color] She scowled at the pirate captain before giving Phia a sharp poke to her arm. [color=peru]“Okay, Sweet Phia, ask him something. We need to show them we mean business.”[/color] She urged with a whisper.  


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