[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PVXYWf6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qAakc1A.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti [color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin [color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] Airship —>Outside Port Verge [color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Minerva [@Oso] Bastion & Pirates, [@samreaper] Menzai, [@princess] Phia, [@Potter] Arya [color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] [color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas 🌸 Incense[/hider] [color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] [color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 93 [color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] Gash on hip and thigh, small cut on her head, aching shoulder [img]https://i.imgur.com/phiFSQQ.png[/img][/center] Ezekiel’s touch had been brief, businesslike, and blessedly effective. A pale glow bled from his palms into the gash along her side, closing it enough that she could breathe without tasting iron. Divine light burned hot against her scales and when it faded, only a thin ache remained. She’d thanked him with a nod that meant that’s enough and slipped away while his eyes were still on the wounded. The chaos of the deck had made the rest easy. Where others shouted orders or prayed over bodies, Meiyu simply… vanished. She melted into the smoke and the broken hull, illusion and shadow magic whispering around her like a second skin. Every step was a calculation: the creak of settling timber masked by another’s cry, the shift of her weight drowned beneath the sounds of the jungle. By the time the pirates corralled their chosen few, Meiyu was already a ghost in the jungle. The march that followed was long and hot, the kind of heat that clung to bone. She kept to the shadows, watching the prisoners trudge under guard. Her side throbbed in rhythm with their steps, but she pressed on, silent as a stalking cat. When Beckett’s laughter cut through the humidity, she was close enough to see the sweat bead on his collarbone. She trailed them until the trees thinned and the world spilled open into light and salt wind. Port Verge glittered below–tattered sails, crowded docks, the gleam of watch-fires on the cliff. Beckett halted his captives and made his offer, voice slick as oil. [color=1ABC9C]“There are some rules we should discuss before the next phase of our [i]fun[/i] little adventure…but first, I’m curious, any questions you might have had before or things you wish to know now…here’s your chance. I’ll be as true as a priest, but just this once.”[/color] [color=#7DBC89]“I have a question.”[/color] Meiyu slipped from the treeline as though the shadow itself had grown tired of keeping her secret. Sunlight caught in her amber eyes, gold burning through the blood and soot that streaked her skin. She walked forward with that unhurried grace particular to predators who’ve already decided no one here can catch them. [color=#7DBC89]“You bind their hands, yet let them keep their weapons.”[/color] Her tone was calm–curious, even–but the curiosity of a serpent, not a scholar. [color=#7DBC89]“A fascinating choice. A thief would call it sloppy. A strategist would call it deliberate.”[/color] She let her gaze drift over the bound group, then back to Beckett. [color=#7DBC89]“Perhaps it’s meant as humiliation. Mercy wrapped in mockery, so they remember who holds the leash. A way to cull the loud from the clever. Or maybe it’s a test, to see who’s wise enough not to struggle. It could even be theater, a performance of civility for your Prince’s court. A way to show the world how well your captives behave under your hospitality. Or…”[/color] her lips curved faintly, [color=#7DBC89]“my personal favorite, a trap waiting for someone foolish enough to believe you sloppy. The first fool who lunges gives you permission to bleed the rest. Fear spreads faster when the corpse is fresh.”[/color] A short beat of silence followed, the wind hissing softly through the grass at her feet. [color=#7DBC89]“So tell me, Captain…”[/color] she met his gaze, eyes bright and unblinking, [color=#7DBC89]“which game are you playing?”[/color]