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Excessive drinking can also make ME excessively happy. So…I’m grooving
22 days ago
That was a lie, I just found vodka in the back of my freezer. I was sober for a total of 5 hours, new record, go me
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WELL I’m never drinking again
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DAMN I love the rain
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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@EmperorRapunzel oh radical! I am working on my character, but for now it’s just really casual, so you can make a character and post whenever you want
Interacting with: @Dark Light
Genevieve hums softly, mulling over his words. She supposed she understands what he means. It certainly can lead to clarity…less mourning and disappointment in one’s self after the fact.
In all honestly, she wouldn’t mind the killing, or weeping. People die everyday, the men on that condemned ship are no different, they will fall to the sea, to this crew or the next.
But still, taking life was a distasteful act. She wouldn’t tell Kenji this, but really, the amount of reflection that he had on the matter…it was intriguing…rare…honorable. A pattern of traits she has begun to notice.
Gen moves to disinfect the wound on his head before putting a small bandage of it. The gash from the tooth wasn’t too deep or large, it just broke a vein.
“Honor amongst pirates is almost unheard of, save codes and the like.” She says softly, “But yes…I do believe your sentiments are…true. Better to think of this now than in battle…saves a headache.” She hums.
Genevieve already considers the men and women they would meet and fight dead. To her, she would battle ghosts.
Genevieve hums softly, mulling over his words. She supposed she understands what he means. It certainly can lead to clarity…less mourning and disappointment in one’s self after the fact.
In all honestly, she wouldn’t mind the killing, or weeping. People die everyday, the men on that condemned ship are no different, they will fall to the sea, to this crew or the next.
But still, taking life was a distasteful act. She wouldn’t tell Kenji this, but really, the amount of reflection that he had on the matter…it was intriguing…rare…honorable. A pattern of traits she has begun to notice.
Gen moves to disinfect the wound on his head before putting a small bandage of it. The gash from the tooth wasn’t too deep or large, it just broke a vein.
“Honor amongst pirates is almost unheard of, save codes and the like.” She says softly, “But yes…I do believe your sentiments are…true. Better to think of this now than in battle…saves a headache.” She hums.
Genevieve already considers the men and women they would meet and fight dead. To her, she would battle ghosts.
Interacting with: @Dark Light
Genevieve doesn’t speak, resting him carefully as he talks, her mind mulling over his words. In all honesty, she has thought about that portion of being a pirate. Ripping families apart, killing fathers, brothers, sons, and the like. Other things she could stomach quite well, a sick and twisted part of her that grew alongside her timid and gentleness from the cellar.
It wasn’t until he caught her hand that she froze, her eyes darting to his own. She wasn’t anxious, for a part of her was sure that he wouldn’t harm her. She didn’t know why, she hardly knew him.
Still, muscle memory shot up to her mind and she flinched, hardly noticeable in just her face. She recovered quickly, his words drawing her back in.
Once he is finished, she is silent for a moment, the creaking of the deck and light chatter of those above sounding much louder now before she finally break the silence, going back to carefully treating the wound on his head, one hand moving the gently tilt his head so she could see better as she speaks.
“Why…why would you join a pirate crew if all this weighs on you so?” She asks quietly
Genevieve doesn’t speak, resting him carefully as he talks, her mind mulling over his words. In all honesty, she has thought about that portion of being a pirate. Ripping families apart, killing fathers, brothers, sons, and the like. Other things she could stomach quite well, a sick and twisted part of her that grew alongside her timid and gentleness from the cellar.
It wasn’t until he caught her hand that she froze, her eyes darting to his own. She wasn’t anxious, for a part of her was sure that he wouldn’t harm her. She didn’t know why, she hardly knew him.
Still, muscle memory shot up to her mind and she flinched, hardly noticeable in just her face. She recovered quickly, his words drawing her back in.
Once he is finished, she is silent for a moment, the creaking of the deck and light chatter of those above sounding much louder now before she finally break the silence, going back to carefully treating the wound on his head, one hand moving the gently tilt his head so she could see better as she speaks.
“Why…why would you join a pirate crew if all this weighs on you so?” She asks quietly
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Interacting with: @Dark Light
She smiles softly, taking a rag and dampening it, carefully wiping blood from his injuries. Without looking up, she responds, “I assumed as much…I am quite counting on it.”
Genevieve did not fear death. Nor pain. It wasn’t that she was apathetic to these things, but if they happened, she certainly wouldn’t be torn up. In fact, she was prepared for anything. Mentally that is.
“And you? Are you…anticipating the battle?” She asks, keeping her voice soft, her head having started to pound as if a hammer was beating against it
She smiles softly, taking a rag and dampening it, carefully wiping blood from his injuries. Without looking up, she responds, “I assumed as much…I am quite counting on it.”
Genevieve did not fear death. Nor pain. It wasn’t that she was apathetic to these things, but if they happened, she certainly wouldn’t be torn up. In fact, she was prepared for anything. Mentally that is.
“And you? Are you…anticipating the battle?” She asks, keeping her voice soft, her head having started to pound as if a hammer was beating against it
Interacting with: @Dark Light
Genevieve keeps her items in hand, standing with Kenji in the crowd. She held mild interest, listening intently as to not miss something important, although, she supposed that if there was a full ship meeting being held, it was all important. In any case, once this so called ‘mission’ was revealed, she finds a grin creep onto her face.
This would certainly be fun. She wasn’t concerned about the jewels or money, nor did she care. Her parents were rather wealthy, and before she ran away, she…stole a good amount.
But the adventure…that is what she was really excited for.
Hearing Kenjis voice though, her eyes are drawn to him as he talks, studying his posture, how he seems almost disgusted at the greed and bloodlust of the others. It interested her.
Silently she agreed at his statement. She definitely would have gotten more supplies if she knew what was happening…she would have to simply make do for now. Then as her train of thought is cut off, she remembers that he needed medical treatment, but before she could say anything to him, Kenji had already slipped away.
Genevieve sighs softly, moving to follow him. She didn’t want to be a bother, but he had to get treated. Who knows where that brute from beforehands mouth has been…
“Hey,” she mumbles once he sits down, “I still need to treat you…you don’t need to move, I can do it here.” She says softly, moving to sit across from him, placing the equipment she still had on the barrel next to her
Genevieve keeps her items in hand, standing with Kenji in the crowd. She held mild interest, listening intently as to not miss something important, although, she supposed that if there was a full ship meeting being held, it was all important. In any case, once this so called ‘mission’ was revealed, she finds a grin creep onto her face.
This would certainly be fun. She wasn’t concerned about the jewels or money, nor did she care. Her parents were rather wealthy, and before she ran away, she…stole a good amount.
But the adventure…that is what she was really excited for.
Hearing Kenjis voice though, her eyes are drawn to him as he talks, studying his posture, how he seems almost disgusted at the greed and bloodlust of the others. It interested her.
Silently she agreed at his statement. She definitely would have gotten more supplies if she knew what was happening…she would have to simply make do for now. Then as her train of thought is cut off, she remembers that he needed medical treatment, but before she could say anything to him, Kenji had already slipped away.
Genevieve sighs softly, moving to follow him. She didn’t want to be a bother, but he had to get treated. Who knows where that brute from beforehands mouth has been…
“Hey,” she mumbles once he sits down, “I still need to treat you…you don’t need to move, I can do it here.” She says softly, moving to sit across from him, placing the equipment she still had on the barrel next to her
It’s not often I get to play a fairy. 🤔
It’s very fun!
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