07-25-2019, 10:00 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
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Nearly all her life, Goldie was quite used to the idea of death and hurt. It followed her papa, her family, and her wherever she'd gone, and all she had wanted was to make it stop for everyone. Nowadays, she is just angry. The female quickly substituted karma when she'd finally learnt to kill. It wasn't bad if she was protecting her family, and she would do anything to protect her family. Whoever thought they could simply get away with something like this, well, they had another thing coming. A very stubborn, likely annoying thing. Goldenluxury Roux did not care to cater towards her enemies. She never has, not unless there was significant advantage in doing so - such as when she pretended to trust Jervis.
The female was making a morning round about the island when she was greeted with the two bodies, immediately focusing onto them with fast rage bubbling inside of her.
"What the fuck!" she roars, baring her teeth towards the scene before her. Perhaps bodies are the thing to expect while in the middle of a war, but she's yet to see any retaliation from the Pitt, and they smell quite heavily of some place else - no sign of the desert anywhere. Beck did not give off a smell, being a ghost, so it most likely was not him again. This seems out of ordinary for the kid, anyway. To just murder a few random crewmates of hers was not something she would expect from him, no matter how chaotic he may seem. The tigress sighs in frustration, knowing she would have to clean this up and then right away make a visit to their swamp friends. Allies really were trouble, no matter if she trusted them or not (which, she still does - there is little reason to assume their higher ranks would just let this happen). Three corpses in one week certainly was unusual, especially given one was literally her own from seven months ago, and all of the culprits supposedly come from their one and only ally, one that she had chosen quite carefully and under a lot of secrecy until she felt it right to reveal.
The captain growls to herself for a moment, looking around instead of towards the corpses. "Someone help me clean this shit up!" she demands, glowing eyes weary and impatient. It would be easy to get on the captain's bad side today, and that would not be a very enjoyable thing for anyone. So many enemies. Too much death. She was tired of it all.
Nearly all her life, Goldie was quite used to the idea of death and hurt. It followed her papa, her family, and her wherever she'd gone, and all she had wanted was to make it stop for everyone. Nowadays, she is just angry. The female quickly substituted karma when she'd finally learnt to kill. It wasn't bad if she was protecting her family, and she would do anything to protect her family. Whoever thought they could simply get away with something like this, well, they had another thing coming. A very stubborn, likely annoying thing. Goldenluxury Roux did not care to cater towards her enemies. She never has, not unless there was significant advantage in doing so - such as when she pretended to trust Jervis.
The female was making a morning round about the island when she was greeted with the two bodies, immediately focusing onto them with fast rage bubbling inside of her.
"What the fuck!" she roars, baring her teeth towards the scene before her. Perhaps bodies are the thing to expect while in the middle of a war, but she's yet to see any retaliation from the Pitt, and they smell quite heavily of some place else - no sign of the desert anywhere. Beck did not give off a smell, being a ghost, so it most likely was not him again. This seems out of ordinary for the kid, anyway. To just murder a few random crewmates of hers was not something she would expect from him, no matter how chaotic he may seem. The tigress sighs in frustration, knowing she would have to clean this up and then right away make a visit to their swamp friends. Allies really were trouble, no matter if she trusted them or not (which, she still does - there is little reason to assume their higher ranks would just let this happen). Three corpses in one week certainly was unusual, especially given one was literally her own from seven months ago, and all of the culprits supposedly come from their one and only ally, one that she had chosen quite carefully and under a lot of secrecy until she felt it right to reveal.
The captain growls to herself for a moment, looking around instead of towards the corpses. "Someone help me clean this shit up!" she demands, glowing eyes weary and impatient. It would be easy to get on the captain's bad side today, and that would not be a very enjoyable thing for anyone. So many enemies. Too much death. She was tired of it all.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.