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A slow blink follows, as she pays more attention to the stranger than she had been. Clearly, there is more of her beyond the surface, and in a place like Caribella that does not bode well. There is simply no way she would have made it so far into the island without being bothered if she was as inherently naive as she was painting herself to be. Whether she is lying or not, the fact that she had admitted this so unashamedly made her dangerous, if only because she had managed to survive so far despite her lack of knowledge.Â
âHe controls one of the four pirate armadas that call this island home, so yes. I would say he is worth knowing about, if only to avoid getting yourself killed.â Funnily enough, she supposes she should have seen it coming, as the other also didnât seem to recognize her. Now, ValdĂs herself works in anonymity. Is the reason she could step into the tower without too much worry. But in Caribella? In Caribella, she is usually recognized. The eyes on the conversation are a sign of that, people curious as to why she is indulging the fresh bait.Â
âNow donât be bringing any ominous shit upon this fine island,â she says sharply, eyes narrowed in thought. There is logic to those words, but frankly that sounds fucking annoying, so she hopes for her sake that doesnât happen. If it does? Well, she is motivated enough to find the other and shoot her in the ass for putting that ominous shit into the air. âYou know how pirates are, very superstitious. Donât go saying that shit, lest the waters hear you and make it true.â
Zephyr's return to Lysara wasn't of public knowledge, not even the most influential members of the Thieves' Guild would have guessed that their eyes and ears would catch notice of the Fox only when he opened the doors to the Cisterns, a surprise that got opinions divided amongst member of the guild, with some welcoming the idea of a respectable mind in their midst and others frowning at the thought of accepting the man back after he disappeared without notice, especially since he'd shown up out of nowhere in the heart of the Queendom with no previous records of him anywhere else... And yet there he was, sitting at his usual table, playing with a knife he'd recently acquired from an old friend of his, one that had a ring on its hilt where he could spin it around his finger.
Another surprise was the company that soon walked through those same doors and sat down in front of him, not only to the watching eyes of the men around them, but to the Genasi himself. "Oh, my dearest Wavebreaker!" He greeted @hiddenvaldis with a smile. "It's been so long... Did you miss me?" Some of the silliness of the past still made its way into the conversation, more as a cover to his recent change than as a trait of his personality. The information she'd bought back then had hopefully reached her through a letter left on a table at her place of residence within the week, as the price settled had definitely been paid, so he wondered what other business brought her to him this time. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Despite keeping a relatively low profile because of her current studies on the Tower, ValdĂs still fulfilled the roles that came with her title. That meant keeping an eye on the comings and goings of the underground, ensuring her fleet was acting as ordered, and once in a while⌠Perhaps even hunting down a funny little information dealer that had returned after a rather convenient disappearance into the unknown. She had gotten the information she had wanted, delivered nicely to her room at the inn â which of course, had meant she would never return to the inn with its poor securityâ. But beyond that, she had sought him once, before entering the Tower, in hopes of figuring out which Agent of Minerva held her leash. But alas, he had simply vanished into the air. There was plenty of information she would like to get from Zephyr, but frankly, she trusted him as far as she could throw him so asking him for information on her possible family was entirely out of the fucking question.Â
Getting information about the weird shit stirring under Caribella, however? That was the sort of information plenty of people were concerned about, so her seeking answers wouldnât come and bite her in the ass.Â
âThat is certainly a question to be asking a customer,â she drawls in amusement as she leans backward and crosses her leg. âWould saying yes give me a discount or just grant you the satisfaction of the answer?
Their relationship had always been one of give and take, and while she does enjoy his company at times, she knows that rarely does he do anything without getting something in exchange⌠At least when it comes to his exchanges with her.
âCaribella has been acting strange,â she says slowly, deliberately. âAnd I thought the knowledge as to why would be under your purview.â
Raven was a transient, having to stay on the move so her crimes did not catch up to her. She was born in Iskaldrik and had haunted the highways of Lysara where the wealthy merchants travelled to pillage passing coaches and carriages. Yet she rarely travelled to Caribella, having visited once before on a Thieves Guild mission and it was why she returned once more as she wanted far away from the life she knew. Her and Kuno had finally given shape to the love and devotion they felt for each in the breath of souls trials and the barrier that surrounded Iskaldrik was faltering and she wasn't ready to face the emotions that lived within her and scared her, finally knowing what chains felt like because of the Kossith and fearing her parents had been subjected to an even crueler fate than she had once believed.
"Plenty of bodies hidden here?" She arched a brow but a grin of amusement touched her lips. "Enough to conjure a ghost?"
âHave you not heard of the leader of Thalassaâs Armada?â She asks in prompting, brow raised in question to emphasize the disbelief in her tone. After all, the rumors about Seraphiel were widespread, so she very much doubted that the stranger had not heard of him⌠Even if she did have the air of someone that had been living under a rock until very recently.Â
âSpirits are not an uncommon occurrence in this island,â ValdĂs shrugs, knowing that while her meeting with Compassion was a rarity, spirits were more widely spread than even she would know. Otherwise, she wouldnât have been in that mess in the first place. âSo the answer would be yes to both.â
Caribella had always been a wild place, and the wild tended to consume all those weak enough not to survive it. It comes at no surprise that there is bodies rotting under the planks.Â
The name of the game is avoidance. For all that she is considerably stronger than the average rogue, ValdĂs is aware that strength is not her greatest skill. Weaving around crowds, and using just enough strength and magic to push the tide to her advantage is where she excels. There is nothing honorable about her fighting style, nothing that would be considered noble, but it keeps her alive and that is all she needs. Keeping pace with Alessia is easier than it should be, and she knows the fight would have gone much differently if they had sparred before the debacle with the Kossith. As it is, however, she has the advantage and she presses for it, willing to chip away at the otherâs defenses until victory is in her grasp.Â
One foot slides back as Alessia pushes her away, and ValdĂs takes the time to weave away until she is closer to her opponent's left side, a smirk firm in place as she does.Â
âNothing is ever that easy, is it?â She sighs dramatically, eyes firm in Alessia even as she is noting the flickering movements of her eyes. From what she is seen, the other is too experienced to make such an amateur mistake so she doesnât fall prey to the provocations, taking the time to fall into a defensive position instead, daggers up as she waits for the other to continue their dance.Â
Their blades clash, and ValdĂs lets out a breathless laugh before swiping away once more, her feet lashing out to try and force Alessia to stumble as she retreats.
âI have a handful, yes, and I am ensuring they are prepared for what is to come,â she says, giving just enough detail to satisfy. While she is away at the Tower, she had made it clear she expects her Armada to keep up with their training. If they are to see further Dreadnoughts in their waters, she will make sure Ranâs Armada comes out victoriously each encounter.Â
"Ensuring they are prepared?" Alessia repeated, her voice higher with amusement and disbelief. "You're either the eldest of a large family, or some sort of boss lady." The latter should have been no surprise there. Alessia thought she'd felt some weird sense of kinship and familiarity to the woman, but they must have their clear differences. The Tower was filled to the brim with the highborn, rich and generationally powerful. "No one else speaks like that. Either way, don't think you can prepare anyone for this."
She could appreciate that her fellow witch was also holding back on her magic, so the two of them could focus on their physicality instead of spells. ValdĂs was also clearly a skilled, knowing opponent - and cunning. It fared better for Alessia's health to fight like this, and made it quite clear where she was still weak from the ship. Her legs did not feel as quick and graceful as before, though her skinnier arms still swung powerfully and with precision. ValdĂs aggression egged her on and the younger witch briefly left the comfort of defense to go on the offense. "Just saying that-" Clang. "there's no preparing people-" Clang. "for destruction." They pressed closely upon each other, the clashing of metal upon metal resounding like the notes of a bell, and Alessia grit her teeth which were all bared like a silent growl.
Finally, her breath was tight in her chest, and she was forced to try and direct it through her mouth in even, silent breathes while her chest rose and fell with force. The smart thing to do would have been to jump back and catch her breath. But as this was not life and death, and Alessia was far more reckless than she was smart, the witch doubled down on her strikes. "Did they train you this well?" She asked, both their blades up against each other; she could feel the other's hot breath on her face, and surely ValdĂs felt her's too.
âNow, wouldnât you like to know?â She asks dryly, smirk sharp and secretive as she faces the other. As amusing as the entire conversation is, she is not about to say anything too incriminating in the open air. She has not forgotten the fact that she is likely watched, and she would much rather avoid playing the fool. ValdĂs already knows that she is likely dancing in the palm of an Agentâs hand, but she is too tempted by the information and knowledge hidden in the Tower to care. Like hell would she give whoever is watching more ammunition though.Â
âYou can prepare for the worst, and deal with reality when your worst wasnât bad enough,â she points with a careless shrug, before focusing back on the fight, easily switching tracks between conversing and attacking. Not that the shift was too visible, as it would be telling on her next move, but for the rest of the exchange, ValdĂs kept most of her focus on the action and less on the chatter. And it was simple enough to see an opening when most of her focus was on the fight and not the bantering.Â
Once their blades cross and she feels Alessiaâs breath wash over her face, ValdĂsâ gaze flickers down, then up to meet Alessiaâs eyes and she grins. In a quick sequence, she raises her knee to knee the other in the gut, pushing her back with her daggers and lounging forward, slamming her against the floor as she keeps a dagger poised over her throat.Â
âI can prepare them enough so they survive,â she drawls, eyeing the witch underneath her. âAnd I was given the foundations, but all else? All me, baby.â

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Who: @hiddenvaldis Where: Caribella
Raven was running from her feelings as per usual, she had allowed her soul to be exposed and all of the demons that lived inside her head saw the light of day during the breath of souls. She boarded a ship and tried to not think of how the world was tilting on it's axis once again, as the Iskaldrik border waned on it's steadfast barrier. Arriving on the pirate's paradise, she had barely had the first sip from her mai tai before the ground shook violently beneath her, except it didn't feel like a normal tremor but as if a forgotten beast awoke beneath her feet. "What was that?" Dark eyes lift to face the other patron in the Hanged Man.
Itâs always amusing to see mainlanders try to find their rhythm in Caribella. To many, the island was nothing but an exotic location, despite the many many many rumors letting them know it was ill-advised to visit as a vacation. There is always something that gives them away, too. Be it the way they talk, or the way they walk. Most pirates had learned the cant of their steps on the open ocean, or had gotten used to it through the years, so there was something identifiable about the whole thing. The woman sitting next to her, has the little qualities that set her apart from the other people in the room, so ValdĂs keeps a close, and amused, eye on her as she drinks her beer. When she is addressed, she shrugs.Â
âWe are trying to figure it out,â she says lazily. âPretty sure the island is haunted or something.â
"Yeah, from the druids I have in my pockets? They told me all about the Kraken beneath the waves." Robin wiggled his fingers, clearing joking as he leaned back into his seat. "I have not a fucking clue. All I know, is the Armadas don't even get along. How are we supposed to survive this kind of shit?"
âWho knows, maybe you got a lucky break or something,â she shrugs. The likelihood of just anyone knowing what the fuck was going on were low, but never zero. And in cases like this, it was better to ask than to not. âWell, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? If whatever this shit is ends up threatening Caribella, I am sure we captains could reach an agreement.â
Or they can kill whoever doesnât and absorb their armada, that works too.
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who? @robinxofxstars where? A random shop in Caribella
âThere is something in the water,â she comments, siding next to Robin and examining the merchandise with narrowed eyes. Something has misaligned in Caribella, but for the life of her she canât figure out what exactly. Itâs annoying to return to her one true refuge and find it in a disbalance. Almost as if everything had shifted an inch or two to the right, towards the edge of the precipice. It doesnât feel dire, not just yet, but it is abnormal, even within the oddities inherently found in the island. âSomething no Armada put there. Have you heard anything from the druids?â

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Her mind was a quarter on the conversation, three quarters on the fight. And after a week of recovering from illness following imprisonment, Alessia would have liked to be at her best for even the smallest of spars, but it was not realistic. She gave herself some grace as Valdis' right sided attack was barely avoided. Her feet danced in an uncertain path, her mind and body working slower than usual. But stubborn eyes were narrowed and they burned with determination as she recovered enough confidence to lunge forward. Using Valdis' own momentum, Alessia attempted to pull and then push the woman away. I would buy her a measure of a second longer to gather her strategy.
"No extra evil thoughts are nice," she says, jolting back to put space between them. "I definitely don't think it's over though." Alessia played the coy look, the small flick of her lips turned upward to distract from her probing glances and strategy. "What's that thing they say about the calm before the storm?" Now, within the Tower, Alessia was far more privy to the events happening outside the narrow orbit of her personal life. From the druids to the elvhen to Astoria... shit sucked. All evidence pointed to continual and growing suck.
Alessia lunged, parrying with Valdis in a purposeful manner, testing opponent's reaction timing and limb preferences as their blades met. The dance made for hot blood and aching muscles by the time one of them jumped back and gambled for a breather. "We're in this together now... Tower witches, and all. What about your life and people outside of here?" Surely the woman made a living for herself before this, and had a circle of people she was leaving behind. Alessia had had none - Iskaldrik had been taken from her.
The name of the game is avoidance. For all that she is considerably stronger than the average rogue, ValdĂs is aware that strength is not her greatest skill. Weaving around crowds, and using just enough strength and magic to push the tide to her advantage is where she excels. There is nothing honorable about her fighting style, nothing that would be considered noble, but it keeps her alive and that is all she needs. Keeping pace with Alessia is easier than it should be, and she knows the fight would have gone much differently if they had sparred before the debacle with the Kossith. As it is, however, she has the advantage and she presses for it, willing to chip away at the otherâs defenses until victory is in her grasp.Â
One foot slides back as Alessia pushes her away, and ValdĂs takes the time to weave away until she is closer to her opponent's left side, a smirk firm in place as she does.Â
âNothing is ever that easy, is it?â She sighs dramatically, eyes firm in Alessia even as she is noting the flickering movements of her eyes. From what she is seen, the other is too experienced to make such an amateur mistake so she doesnât fall prey to the provocations, taking the time to fall into a defensive position instead, daggers up as she waits for the other to continue their dance.Â
Their blades clash, and ValdĂs lets out a breathless laugh before swiping away once more, her feet lashing out to try and force Alessia to stumble as she retreats.
âI have a handful, yes, and I am ensuring they are prepared for what is to come,â she says, giving just enough detail to satisfy. While she is away at the Tower, she had made it clear she expects her Armada to keep up with their training. If they are to see further Dreadnoughts in their waters, she will make sure Ranâs Armada comes out victoriously each encounter.Â
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"Turns out that we did need to die and have some sort of magical interference," she explained, her ears perked and her eyes glued on Valdis. Alessia only liked to strike first when she was in the shadows but, for the pirate's sake, she refrained from inviting them. She instead waited with steady breathing and positioned limbs.
"I don't know the full story, but a certain wolf girl in our bond was the catalyst... not sure about what this means for us." Alessia also didn't know her fighting partner's potential past her leader's mind and survivalist instincts; it was a matter of sussing Valdis out. "Your's stopped bothering your head too though, right?"
âOugh,â ValdĂs groans, shifting her weight subtly as she begins to realize that they are at an impasse, neither willing to seize the advantage with an opening move. Neither is too knowledgeable of the otherâs physical abilities, so that makes sense. Still, she is known for her daring, so she keeps an eye for the perfect moment to strike. âThat makes the whole thing more tedious. Will the guidance of one of the Students of Proserpina be enough, you think?â
As the question leaves her lip, she feints to the left with one arm moving to strike with one of her daggers, before twirling around and aiming for the right at the last moment.Â
âIt had been less of a headache, yes,â she agrees as she pushes her weight forward, hoping to catch her by surprise.Â
"But what would your crew think?" Adrian teased this in an admonishing tone, but truly he was proud of her for leaning towards the hope of shaping her magic into something she could truly master. Many witches Adrian had met since living in Lysara spoke of the Tower as this blight and disservice, but Adrian could see the positives it had towards shaping one's magic and he hoped Valdis would discover this, too.
The surprise was clear on his expression, brows furrowed, eyes glanced over her transformed complexion, before he's slowly nodding in acceptance of the fact. "But, I don't get it. They know you're a pirate, but none else are to be the wiser to this? The Tower invited you?" Considering their rigorous and grueling process his confusion is shifted to a wide smile, something of disbelief but also further pride towards his friend's abilities.
âProbably that I am having an identity crisis,â she drawls and then snorts at the thought. Considering her state and mild mania after the whole debacle with Compassion and Sloth, she thinks the entire crew is just glad that she had chosen to go on a quick âsabbaticalâ rather than drive them to death via work. ValdĂs has good enough of a grip on their loyalty that she doesnât fear mutiny, but even then, she is making sure to drop by on them at random intervals to ensure no one gets any bright ideas. That, and to make her presence be felt throughout Taravell. She has to feel as if she is present in the gulf, or the other armadaâs might get some bright ideas.Â
âI donât think they all know,â she admits, reclining on her chair as her gaze drifts away from Adrian and towards the ceiling as she considers it thoughtfully. âThe teachers would be far warier, and I would be more closely watched, if they did. Likely some of those in the upper echelons know, and I expect I will find myself between a rock and a hard place at some point, but before that times come I will get what I want from here.â

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âI am only interested in the rings. I do not care for your other memories.â He wasnât aware of a reason why he would need to see more than just the one memory. Unless she was some kind of fountains for lost knowledge he didnât see a point in trespassing in her memories. He could force her but telling her that he didnât need her permission wasnât how you built trust. âIt can be disorientating at first, if we use touch as an anchor it will help the process.â He extended his hand for the other to take.
âYou know what they say, better safe than sorry,â ValdĂs says unapologetically as she shrugs. She knows nothing of the guy, after all, and it is better to be a little bit paranoid, all things considered. Still, she supposes his entire lack of interest for anything regarding her beyond her memories of the ring would have to be enough proof at the moment. Careful as she is to try to keep her identities separated, she must admit that the puzzle of the rings is bothering her intensely so for now⌠Well, she will bet on this elvhen. Extending her hand, she places it on hisâ and nods. âAlright, I am ready to go.â
To be a pirate was to be bold, it was to stare into the face of challenge and adventure and to reach for the gold. Neptune's Fleet especially prided themselves on never flinching, whether facing down a monster of the depths or an oncoming blade. "It's a gamble we can't afford to lose." Her face remains unmoved but her eyes are a dark storm, if the Teleporter was to take over the need for trade and the waters quieted from lack of ships on the sea, the era of piracy could come to an end.
King John Mordecai had announced the invention and the Tower was a formidable foe, it wouldn't be easy but to not fight back meant accepting a silent death, and without a piracy life, she had no where else to turn. The shame of losing the light of the Laurelin made it impossible to return to Avalon.
ValdĂsâ brow raises pointedly at Calypsoâs reply, but she shows no emotion beyond that as she stares at the silver elvhen clinically. One must dare to conquer, she agrees, but there is daring and there is stupidity. All the pirate before her had given her were grand words with no plans meant for them to cover their asses. By the depths, it was unlikely that she had even considered how to get inside the Tower in the first place. As someone with access to said Tower, ValdĂs knew the basics of its security measures, and she was unwilling to risk her current role as a student. She had far too much to learn to lose it all with a grand gesture that would prove faulty in the end.Â
âWe canât afford to lose, no, but that means that we canât afford to go forth recklessly either,â she points out, head tilting as she levels the other with a look of measured consideration. âAnd I have yet to hear a solid plan that would make me want to risk it all.â