BY CURRENTS AND WINDS

i wanted to talk a little about my recent lack of activity across some of my blogs (most notably brant and hakkai) and WHY that is happening ...

i made those two blogs for pretty specific reasons! i was writing hakkai primarily with one particular friend of mine, and i made brant's blog primarily because my friend group as a whole was going to be writing wuwa stuff on tumblr! that said, recently some of the people i made those blogs for have decided to focus primarily on discord roleplay, so i've moved my expectation for interaction onto that platform accordingly.

as such, it's likely i'm going to KEEP both of those blogs low-activity and low priority for the time being. worry not though - this blog is still going strong because i love throwing my guys over here at just about every character i can manage, and dankovsky isn't going anywhere because none of my friends write patho anyway.

The lies are laced within the history of Fisalia, making the tradition stand in front to cover for the heinous activities. Cantarella is aware of every single one of them, busy as the matriarch and ensuring that despite the shame the family carries in its name... it continues to grow, continues to bloom, and continues to bear those poisonous yet essential fruits.

But would a young man who was sent on a pilgrim believe that? The woman won't even try, knowing full well that her lack of presence within Ragunna creates vicious rumors. What rumors does the pirate believe? It makes her curious, enough to offer him a gallant and elegant bow. Would he know the proper etiquette? She doubts it. The maiden of poisons and deep sea will only offer what she believes would be befitting of those who created such an exquisite performance for the masses.

"Lady Carlotta certainly has an eye for choosing wonderful allies, doesn't she?" Her words are smooth and calm, keeping her umbrella above her head to shield her skin from the sunlight. It's been too long since she went out of the Porto-Veno Castle. The Montelli agents have died from not following the etiquette, fools who didn't understand that salvation stood before them. Undignified, she thinks.

Carlotta Montelli isn't that, but she wonders if the leader of Fools' Troupe is different or similar. "Greetings, Signore. Have you been sent here by Lady Carlotta or have you come here to enjoy the breeze?"

The elusive matriarch of Fisalia Family... She knows how many speak of her, but not many have seen her.

What will the pirate king do before a deep sea siren?

Had anyone but Carlotta so abruptly and vaguely directed Brant in the direction of the proverbial shark's mouth, he'd have thought they wanted to make fish food out of him. Within the major families in Rinascita, there has always existed some strange need for secrecy that Brant would never fully understand; Carlotta had told him where he was to meet his unnamed contact within the Fisalia family, but had given no further details.

But if this person has Carlotta's word, he's at least willing to play along until he knows enough to actually decide whether he wants to take part in this particular act of the show.

"I think you'd have an easier time telling me," Brant counters, looking from the corner of his eye at the Fisalia family's contact. She isn't someone he recognizes—not from his many prison escapes. He's not sure if that's a good thing, yet. "All good sailors know well enough not to assume we understand the ocean's whims. A single slip can always spell the difference between forging new horizons or sinking to the depths."

A message, delivered succinctly though not particularly unkindly; Brant isn't entering this conversation with a lowered guard. His intuition doesn't often lead him wrong, but there's a difference between a worthwhile risk and reckless trust.

"Lady Fisalia, I presume?" Exactly which Lady is a different matter entirely, but there wouldn't have been nearly as big of a fuss made if she wasn't someone important enough to bear the name. "Captain Brant, of the Fools' Troupe. I'm sure you've heard the name, but I'd be remiss if I forgot so much of my manners that I didn't tell you myself."

Despite the presence of the invisible mask over his face, Brant's smile is pleasant and warm, and lacking the spiteful edge that would have reflected his true feelings more.

"Lady Carlotta was insistent that I find it in myself to make it here. I have to admit, my curiosity was piqued by how little she seemed at liberty to reveal about the details of this meeting. I didn't think there were very many members left of your esteemed family I had yet to encounter."

still,  excitement  dances  with  his  words  in  ways  he  can't  be  pressed  to  hide.  they  say  you  only  miss  something  when  you  realize  it's  gone——how  long  has  it  been  since  he  even  touched  an  instrument?  since  he  played  the  tune  deep  within  his  heart?  denying  himself  simple  pleasure  isn't  usually  his  style.  an  extra  scope  of  rice  here,  a  few  more  rolls  on  his  games,  y'know  ...  the  usual  suspects.

"As a matter of fact, I do. One moment, please!"

Said as Brant stands, then turns on his heel to move into the sectioned-off area of the little studio the Troupe has been graciously granted storage space in for the next few months. Not all of the instruments he has here can be handed out so carelessly, but Brant's familiarity with the Troupe's instruments is second only to Roccia's, so he easily picks out the case containing one of their spare guitars—for when new members feel they want to learn it.

"The Troupe's size practically changes depending on the day," he explains, coming back out into the main part of the room, triumphantly brandishing the guitar case before setting it down at Kai's feet and taking his own seat once more. "We're an open-door performing group, so there are usually five of us who remain consistent, while others come and go like a passing breeze. Right now, there's eight of us in total, but we've had as much as twice that amount in the past."

He nods his head towards the guitar, "As such, it's fairly good practice to keep one or two instruments around that anyone can use. Since we never know when we'll be picking up another person, and all. We usually recruit individuals too down on their luck to get themselves luxuries like instruments. Don't worry; this one is still in perfectly good condition!"

in  each  of  us  there  are  two  natures.

he's  beyond  help.

he  stil  has  a  soul  -  as  pure  and  good  as  yours  or  mine.

madness  is  the  cruelest  of  all  prisons.

there  must  be  a  way  to  help  him.

my  theories  convince  me  there  is  a  better  solution.

use  your  gifts  wisely.

once  there  was  morning,  now  endless  night.

if  I  could  reach  you  I'd  guide  you  and  teach  you  to  walk  from  the  darkness  back  into  the  light.

please  try  to  hear  me.

I'll  never  desert  you  -  I  promise  you  this  till  the  day  that  I  die.

I  need  to  know  the  nature  of  the  demons  that  possess  man's  soul

why  does  he  revel  in  murder  and  madness?

I  need  to  find  a  way  to  get  inside.

I  need  to  try  to  separate  the  good  and  evil  -  if  I  can.

give  me  courage  to  go  where  no  angel  will  go.

there's  a  face  that  he  hide  till  the  nighttime  appears.

man's  a  master  of  deceit.

what  is  his  sinister  secret?

if  we  could  extract  all  of  the  evil  from  each  of  us  think  of  the  world  we  could  create!

what  makes  you  think  you  have  the  right  to  play  god?

my  fate  is  yours  to  choose.

I  did  try  to  warn  you.

you  should  exercise  greater  caution.

you  have  come  this  far,  remember  what  you  have  at  stake.

comments  on  style,  madam,  should  never  be  made  by  those  who  have  none.

you'll  get  what  you  want  in  the  end,  you  always  do.

the  only  thing  to  fear  is  the  unknown.

we  knew  there'd  be  a  price  to  pay.

look  in  my  eyes  -  who  do  you  see  there?

love  is  the  only  danger.

we'll  make  our  one  dream  come  true.

you  know  who  I  am...take  me  as  I  am.

give  me  you  hand  -  give  me  your  heart.

swear  to  me  we'll  never  part!

goodnight,  my  angel.

goodnight,  my  devil.

if  we  want  our  love  to  grow,  we  musn't  be  afraid  of  letting  go.

you  are  playing  a  very  dangerous  game.

a  little  touch  of  sin  -  why  wait  another  minute?

why  should  tonight  be  different?

here's  to  the  night!

if  you  only  knew  the  games  we  could  play.

you're  not  up  to  the  chase.

you  have  got  a  lot  to  lose  ...  think  of  the  consequences.

for  all  these  years,  I've  faced  the  world  alone.

I  have  started  this  alone  ...  and  I  must  finish  it  alone.

I  have  a  thirst  that  I  cannot  deprive.

tonight  I'll  take  from  all  mankind,  conquer  all  the  gods.

I  see  the  pain  in  your  eyes.

have  I  become  my  work  and  nothing  more?

what  kind  of  monster  would  do  such  a  thing?

I  am  in  love  with  the  things  that  I  see.

if  someone  like  you  found  someone  like  me  then  suddenly,  nothing  would  ever  be  the  same.

I'd  feel  so  alive  if  someone  like  you  loved  me.

it  warms  my  heart  to  know  that  romance  still  blossoms.

how  dare  you  speak  to  me  like  that?

you  don't  seem  like  yourself.

I've  been  better,  name  ...  I've  been  better.

I  did  everything  I  could  to  save  the  others.

I  am  dangerous.  more  dangerous  than  any  wild  animal  stalking  its  prey  ...

my  love,  what's  happened  to  you?

I  must  be  left  alone  to  finish  what  I've  started.

yu  never  promised  me  the  journey  would  be  easy  -  only  that  we  would  take  it  together.

you  were  heaven-sent  to  me,  was  it  never  meant  to  be?

don't  abandon  me  now,  name.

if  you  need  me  you  know  where  I'll  be.

did  you  really  think  that  I  would  ever  let  you  go?

do  you  think  I'd  ever  set  you  free?

you  will  never  get  away  from  me!

this  is  not  a  dream,  my  friend,  and  it  will  never  end!

no  matter  what  you  may  pretend.

I'll  rejoice  as  you  breathe  your  final  breath.

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anchoraweigh ; an independent & selective roleplay blog for captain brant of wuthering waves. spinning tales of freedom and companionship across the seas of solaris-3; why not stop by and enjoy the show?

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