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Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Saeril grew amused at his attempt to coax her into telling him. From all the years of observing him and Fili, the she-elf pretty much knew the advantage this face could bring. "Keep trying. I know what that can do", she teased him about his famous puppy-dog face. "This room, was the birthplace of the youngest of Durin", she gave him this clue, and she hoped that he knew the answer. "I was here too, many times. Leaving gifts behind."

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Annie moved some of her ombré blonde hair from her face, as her leader began to lecture about the case of her guns, and his own. The remarkable difference between the two miniatures was the function of their weaponry; hers could project, while his didn't even propel. From what she just witnessed tonight, only a few of their artillery laid impact upon the Giant, who obviously escaped the waging battle between the two factions. Not to mention that he was a pillar through it all. Noted memo: only use it for something that's of your own size; Gigantor being excluded. Adjusting her hat by the brim, the cowgirl took a minute-glance at his firearm. He must only use it for melee or up-close purposes, she guessed. Crossing her arms, his second thought about it for a moment, even after he said that they were made of wax. "Got it", she confirmed with a breath. Again, Annie was thinking to herself as she walked next to the cowboy, watching this other hefty man walk off.

Unraveling her arms, the cowgirl held one of her handguns, just resting it upon her shoulder, before twirling it, so the handle was facing Jedediah, gesturing him to take it. "Wanna shoot with a real gun?", she asked him. Perhaps they could practice their aim, maybe teach the cowboy some new feats of marksmanship. "Shoot some rounds?"

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At the medical tent, as soon as Markus awoke, a messenger came to the flap of the tent. "Sir, the Commander requests your presence", he informed the archer. "When you're ready", he added as an afterthought, before taking his leave.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Amid the thunder of cannon fire that surrounded the Fancy, stood an imposing, silhouetted figure by the wheel, too far from where Abigail was firstly deployed, but watched the scene nonetheless. A nonchalant, emotionless stare was all he gave, as he just stood there with a sword at his waist. At the mention of his title, this figure strode in a cool-minded manner towards the stairs, his boots thumping against the wood. A cloud of cannon smoke obscured him for a moment, but as soon as he made it to the deck, his full presence became known: wearing the darkest of colors, but nothing beyond imposing; just a simple dark t-shirt, a dark jacket, and a pair of dark pants, along with the heavy boots that left an echo in the wood at every step, his hair was short, medium-brown, wavy, and just above his shoulders, with a stubble that perfectly angled his lower jaw.

The real element was his scarred, pale right-eye; he was possibly half-blind, with the other appearing perfectly in a normal blue, but he did give off a good penetrating stare with both on his person. He wasn't that tall, being at five-foot eight, nor too strong with an evident slim, athletic physique, which gave off that quality of being easily deceiving. That showed that he was a man you'd fear in a dark alley. The darkness and shadow surrounding the deck proved that right. The right hand resting upon the sword at his waist, armed with a pistol and a dagger, he was before his crew, standing only a few feet away from the newcomer. This was Captain Edward Low, the man behind this nightly massacre.

Low didn't speak a word, he just listened. Listening, and observing the situation; his unconcerned gaze never leaving, even as he was passed the trinket by one of his men. He still didn't speak, just fiddled with the object in his hand, his attention now resting on the girl, who just got deposed of at his feet. It was like he was in a moment of processing the information being passed down to him, while still fiddling with the metal, almost outlining its design. In just short notice, the captain finally stopped this action, now having his full attention on the girl, to the point of kneeling down to one knee, towering over her. "My apologies, miss", he finally said after a long while, sounding Irish by his accent. The tone wasn't exactly sympathetic, but rather shallow. Casual with monotone. "I confess, they lack manners. Especially with a damsel", it didn't sound deep, but in the normal range of lacking emotion.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Saeril was sitting in the empty space of the bed, next to Kili's sleeping form. Her knees nearly up to her chest, her wings tucked behind her, and her straight dark-brown hair flowing free. She hoped Thorin didn't go too hard on them, but by the looks of Kili's exhaustion, the dwarven King perhaps did go a bit far. Feeling the youngest stir, her attention was drawn to him. Giving that motherly smile of hers, the she-elf laid her hand upon his own, bowing her head down, and closing her eyes passively. "My promise isn't yet fulfilled, young Durin", she reminded him. "I'm sure you know that said-promise".

She was stern when she said this, although it softened when he asked on where he was. "This, was one of the original chambers to one of the sons of Durin. Don't ask me who", the she-elf winked, as if there was a hidden secret about the room. Truthfully, it was his birthplace. "It was special to a special someone".

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

The she-elf had her luminous eyes closed, even where she heard Kili calling her name once more. She couldn't talk to him; not yet. The anger she felt will soon manifest into something dangerous, and for that, she had to keep herself isolated from her godsons. Remaining in the mountain, but kept her distance from them. She watched from above, as soon as the-elf noticed Kili enter the armory.

He's still making them look for it, she inwardly observed, when she took notice of Kili still looking around. Just watching. However, for him to fall to the floor, Saeril couldn't stay. Gracefully, she let go of the ceiling and glided down to the floor, crouching beside him, while her wings folded behind. She didn't allow them to turn into her cloak. Using the strength she had, she managed to easily pick her godson up, holding him close against her chest. One of her arms underneath him, and the other under his knees, tucking him close against her slim body. Standing up with ease, Saeril unraveled her wings, and flew to the quarters inside the mountain. It wasn't too far from the armory, and the she-elf was determined to allow Kili to get his rest. It was dusty within the bedroom, but with her flap of her feathers, she managed to blow that dust off the bed.

Tucking him in, Saeril didn't leave his side, not so much as flinch from the spot. Stroking his hair, and moving a few strands from his face, she sat in the spot next to his sleeping form. It was a big bed, and far from a royal bedroom. But the bed was big enough to take two partners. She will be here when he awakens, like she always did. And he loved her for that.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Fili was, no doubt, tired from where he stood, but he kept up a good fight to stay awake. He was allowing Kili to go and, though temporarily, be free from the intimidating prescence of their uncle. No beast, no man, will hurt Kili in any way. All he could really give his brother was a slow smile, in a way to reassure him that his older brother will be okay. "Thank you", he said to Thorin, thankful that he could temporarily listen to reason on a short-term notice. He gave a tired smile to Kili, before he willingly turned around and contunue the search.

Saeril had herself clinging to the armory's ceiling; her finger-cuffs allowing her hang upside down with her wings stretches out. She was nearly preccupied with the thoughts of Thorin's behavior, her godson's current status. However, hearing the distressed call of Kili, she didn't move .

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Vivienne narrowed her eyes once again, before that smile of hers made itself known. Watching them leave with Abigail, all the pirate could do was glance at the now deceased body of Elizabeth laying nearby. True, the pirate began to pity the girl for losing someone dearest to her, but now, once of the most fearsome of pirates had taken her as a prize. Like I'm afraid of some locker, she thought to herself with that smile remaining. But that one look to the lifeless body made her lose the act of carelessness. Captain Ned Low now had the New World's most expensive of riches; not to mention a person of an even higher class upon his vessel. She needed to get to Vane, all the way to Nassau. But first things first, she needed to find a way out of this bloody cell. It was going to be nearly dawn, and the longer she sat in there, Vivienne was up to the point of passing out in sleep upon the floor.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Vivienne's own smile faded, as soon as he did. Just a frown, once she noticed and heard the sound of a slap coming from Abigail. Did her new captor just hit her? The pirate lass' gaze only stared at the tall, masculine, and nearly beefy visitor before her; the bars of her cell seperating herself and them, the faint smile making itself known again. "My interest?", the brunette asked him rhetorically. "That girl?", she gestured to the direction where Abigail was held. "The gold?", she narrowed her eyes at him. It was like a up-close encounter with this guy. "Vane? He's around. Just not here", she simply responded nonchantedly, and surprisingly, darkly in a whisper.

Vivienne then suddenly snatched the front of his shirt, and pulled; so fast and strong, his face hit the steel bars between them. "Beware of the beast, my friend. You tell Captain Low that we'll see him soon", she warned him menacingly before finally letting her grip fall from his shirt.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Fili allowed his brother to leave, and seek their godmother out, but his heart also skipped a beat, as soon as he took notice of their uncle approaching them, more notably, Kili, who was just about to take his leave. His brotherly instincts were taking effect, and by the looks of Thorin's current status, he just couldn't leave his baby brother alone with him. It became more difficult that Saeril wasn't present. "Uncle", the blonde impulsively responded, really to fend him off from advancing upon his brother. He approached the two, and stood next to his brother, well, a few feet ahead of him, closer to Thorin. Their uncle was unpredictable now, so he had no idea what he was capable of yet. He only wished that they didn't have to experience it. "He's about to collapse. If he doesn't rest, the search for the stone will be ever more difficult. I will continue the search. I won't rest, but let him. As your heirs", the blonde was practically beginning to reason/beg. His brother was on the verge to fall from exhaustion, and rest was all he needed to continue their search. But this was a partial ruse to let his brother sneak away and find Delva. "Please, uncle".

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Fili was trying not to let his exhaustion show, but his feet were beginning to ache, while trying to wade through the collosal piles of gold and jewels. It was becoming harder and harder the further he and his brother went. One wrong step could bring an entire mound raining down, and their search would have to be halted, or become slower. No doubt that their uncle was beginning to lose his patience as every minute passed. They had been looking for so long that he knew that his baby brother could collapse at any minute. The last thing they needed was to have Delva in the room. Not that he didn't want her to, but he didn't want their godmother to get further in her silent anger towards Thorin.

Once out of the eyesight of their seemingly disturbed uncle, Fili took the opportunity to pause in their search. If he caught them resting, he would certainly put them back to it. He sat upon the endless pile of their family's wealth, exhausted. Hearing Kili's question, the blonde sighed sadly. "I don't know", he said, almost miserably. Honestly, he didn't know what to do; being close to Thorin, he couldn't dissapoint or disobey, but when it comes to Kili's sake, some measures needed to be overrun. Fili's loyalty has now split; he admired their Delva deeply, maybe not as deeply as his brother, but enough to fully trust her. Thorin, on the other hand, was his uncle, and current predessecor. Becoming king would be underway, and their uncle entrusts that his heirs would follow his every word, but in this circumstance, it has put Fili and Kili in the middle of chain that could only get so far. Tied between Saeril and Thorin, the brothers were in the middle of tug-of-war.

"Remember the stories, Ki'? There was only one Arkenstone; a large white gem that shined the brightest of lights. It's really impossible to miss", the eldest reminded him. Maybe this'll help. "As luminous as Delva's eyes", he added as an afterthought. Speaking of their godmother, where was she?