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Ginika had seen friends hang, and while she was convinced none of her crew were in fact responsible for this, she could never completely rule it out. She'd bided her time before she'd called forth the best of her crew - after having discussed at least the plan in part with Nico.
"I called you all here because I plan on having my revenge on the Crown for what they've done. But not before I know when the right time to strike would be, and if we can count on any other pirate vessel to support us... or stand in our way."
"Any intell would be most helpful," she said, as she opened a bottle of rum and poured herself the first glass before handing the bottle off to the next one.
like usual, nandini clung to the shadows cast by the wooden walls, lingering on the outskirts && choosing not to take a seat. eyes flitted around the room, coming to settle only on her captain. trust was not something often came by for the mirror, but she held it close for their leader. something stirred in the air, making nan uneasy, lips pressed together and hands twitching in their fingerless gloves.
revenge. a word meant to strike fear && motivation in their hearts. nandini worried, knowing how sticky a plan born of vengeance could become... but she rose her chin without hesitation, and spoke quietly from the shadows. " how many times have we turned a blind eye to the aggressions of the harbinger? perhaps it is time to call upon them to aide us. " her tongue snaked out over her lips, already the wheels in her mind racing. what could they offer in return, what leverage did they have to make such requests, what could be found if she went undercover to sneak beyond their limits...? nandini heard whispers. people told her things, when she wore a difference face, spoke a different language. a vault of information, the hardest part was never finding it.. but unraveling it. making sense of the talk.
" the storm's eye could provide to be a... problem. again. they are hanging around, digging for something. it's a bit more... suspicious, than their usual secrecy. " this was added as an afterthought, and then, nandini fell silent, pressing her back into the wall and fiddling with a fray in her sleeve. she wasn't one for politics. she only listened, and repeated, and watched, and wove herself into a thousand stories that would never be her own. best to leave real strategy to the one's with minds born for such.
pockets had been heavier before setting foot to the card table, && yet, as they emptied, teodosio found his spirits rising. so the money flowed, as did the laughter, and the rum. as long as he could afford the next hand && the next pitcher, life was good.
but then - no, he'd only finally just noticed. blinking through a tipsy haze of merriment && good booze, the frown replaced the wide grin that the pirate wore, and he slammed a hand down against the cracked wooden playing table. " damn you, you rat! snake! i saw that, i saw it just now! you traded out the dice for your own! prove to me they aren't weighted, or i'll show you how a cheat is handled by a harbinger! " bold words, all but shouted in a vivacious howl to the competitor opposite teodosio. heat crawled up his spine as irritation grew, the other looking awfully smug for having been caught, and teo was about to leap across the table && strangle them there && there.
yet - a hand on his shoulder stopped him, and teo glowered at who had decided to step in, ruining his chance for revenge. " you have a cheat across from us! " he accused, scarred finger jabbing out towards the other. " i'm owed fifteen pounds back, or i'll teach a lesson here && now! are you with me, or against me? "
closed for zarin, @fxllxwmyfxxt
located at deserters dock, evening hour
at least three times, nandini had already noticed zarin, passing him by unconsciously. she'd only been there with purpose, anyway. hair a stark pale auburn blonde, with her real locks hidden underneath. dressed up far more fancy than she'd prefer to be, with an accent distinctively northern, she'd been waltzing around the dock like the wife of a rich noble. scolding children as they passed her by, splashing mud across her skirts- and out of the corner of her eye, keeping an eye on the target she trailed. the other, somehow, continued to find zarin.
one of the times nandini brushed by, all aglow in soft pinks && a lacey bonnet, her stealthy fingers had snagged a tool she knew he'd need by the end of the day. stashing it away, hidden, until the sun began to sink into the sea && her target retired home. finally, it was her time. time to lurk in the streets, perhaps catch a good ale, steal a lump of change to go back to the shop the next morning && acquire a new leather sheath for her dagger.
more importantly... she wanted to say hello to an old friend. dipping her hands off the dock into the water, nandini scrubbed her palms to her face, removing the makeup that hid her truth, changing the shape of her bones in the sunlight, but left the pale-colored wig in it's fancy updo on still. zarin was still there, presumably finishing for the night like the rest of the dockworkers. forcing down a mischievous grin, nan dipped her head so that the extended rim of the bonnet would hide her face in shadow, and sashayed up to zarin with a posture quite unlike her own, more natural hunch-like position. " i believe you forgot something. " nandini spoke, still in the foreigner accent, it's tone a pitch or two higher than her own... before giggling, and revealing the tool she'd stolen hours earlier. with the moonlight allowed to hit her face now, she dipped behind a stack of crates nearly as tall as herself, and pulled the wig off to melt into the girl he'd actually recognize. " here. i'd wager you'd be missing that. "
it feels like its been quite some time since the blockade ended, and yet it felt like it was still in the air despite everything looking to be normal. kaito knew he needed to get off the raider's revenge despite how much he enjoyed being there and so here he was in the tavern downing like whatever rum he was able to get his hands on as he stood leaning against the bar.
it seemed he was in a good mood but evidently, however, that is not the case for everyone â kai sidesteps another person blundering through, letting out an aggrieved sigh and not fully noticing the other. â would you watch where you're going? â he quipped, acting more on muscle memory as his hand instinctly reached for his sword. last thing he was going to do was set fire to one of his favorite places.
one may call it paranoia, others may call it self-preservation. nandini called it just another bloody tuesday. she knew how to read people, she spoke the languages said in the twitch of a brow or an inch of the fingers. the ghost saw his hand move to his side before even letting her eyes draw up to his face. caring little for attention it may draw, nanidini revealed a small blade of her own, nothing more than a little dagger with a worn handle, and held it defensively. with pockets weighted in stolen goods, she didn't have time for a scuffle, nor did she really wish to anger him, but too many times had she been taken by surprise. now, nan was always ready. " perhaps you should learn to make way for a lady. " nandini quipped, head tilting as she fired back her remark, though her gaze was beyond him. waiting for the sign of guards, or other pirate's, anyone who may have seen her slick fingers as they slipped valuables into the hidden satchels of her plainclothes. " i suggest we keep this civil? "
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[ amita suman, ciswoman, twenty-eight, she/her ] for the crimes of piracy NANDINI RAI / PHANTASM is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive ONE HUNDRED pounds. theyâre famously known to be part of the THE WIDOW'S WAKE as their MIRROR. before engaging be warned as they can be SLY && MOODY, but if youâre lucky theyâll be EARNEST && HUMBLE. legends say that when you speak their name youâre reminded of THE DESPAIR OF A FRACTURED IDENTITY, SHADOWS THAT MELT FROM THE WALL TO THE FLOOR, NEVER RECGONIZING YOUR OWN REFLECTION IN THE QUIVER OF THE STILL WATER.
basics:
relationship status: single
sexuality: bisexual
date of birth: Â november 9th
zodiac sign: Â scorpio
skills & hobbies: riddles && puzzles, being left alone, riding horses, climbing literally anything, shooting muskets & pistols, purchasing new fashionable but functional attire, the violin
dislikes & fears: anything to do with being tied down or caged, overly energetic people, crowded rooms, failure of any sort
quirks: always answers a question with a question, seems to spend more time off the ship when it's docked during the night && usually likes to sleep in the day, has a knack for accidentally sneaking up on everyone all the time... and a bit of a klepto
pets: two secrets rats, nips && whisker, that live in the wall of her small room on the wake
family: part of a triplet trio - nikisha (deceased) && navya (whereabouts unknown)
backstory:
you were only one third of a whole; triplet girls cursed upon a single mother who couldnât afford to feed even one. thicker than thieves, itâs what the trio of you became. using your mirrored faces to craft solid alibis, trading names as needed, appearing in two places at once like a monster with three heads. together, you learned how to lie && charm && con && run. some days, as the years went on, youâd almost come to forget which one you were.
until three become a solemn, lonely two. blood stained the dirty alleyway crimson the night nikisha died. murdered for their crimes; the remaining two werenât even sure which of them had committed the one that brought upon an early end for her. only that she had paid the gruesome price. as it turned out, nikisha had been the glue, and without her, the remaining pair crumbled && fractured, breaking apart.
you took to the seas, too overcome with guilt && grief to remain in the city streets youâd all once prowled. nowhere would feel like home again, so you stayed on the ship, you became apart of its bones. the talent for slipping between identities youâd had since childhood became a useful weapon in the wakeâs arsenal.
though sometimes, you do find happiness stowed away in expected places && on new shores or adventures, you still feel the weight of absence. you wonder if your other sister still breathes, but youâre almost certain she does, because you havenât felt that sense of heartbreak like you did the moment nikisha died. you try to hide from the guilt of leaving her behind, and you look for her face in every new port, but you already know you wonât find her. you were all born as ghosts, after all.
[ diego luna, cisman, forty-five, he/him ] for the crimes of piracy TEODOSIO AGUILAR-CABALLERO / THE MERMAID HUNTER is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN pounds. theyâre famously known to be part of the THE HARBINGER as their ARCHIVIST. before engaging be warned as they can be UNRELIABLE && HEDONISTIC, but if youâre lucky theyâll be IMAGINATIVE && CONFIDENT. legends say that when you speak their name youâre reminded of CHASING LEGENDS IN THE WIDE OPEN SEA, SALT-LICKED SKIN LEATHERED BY YEARS UNDER THE SUN, NIGHTMARES THAT RIP TRAGEDY FROM A THROAT DRUNKEN RAW IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
basics:
relationship status: single && emotionally unavailable but down to mingle
sexuality: bisexual
date of birth: Â june 21st
zodiac sign: Â a gemini
skills & hobbies: telling stories, photographic memory, reading (especially picture books), swimming, drinking && partying && enjoying himself, the brothel, calming down a fussy baby, and anything that could be classified as an adventure.
dislikes & fears: the kraken && other sea monsters, is very skilled && proficient with weaponry yet will only use physical force as a last resort && seems to dislike much fighting or sword play, last call at the bar, personal questions, falling asleep due to the nightmares, being alone.
quirks: tends to be a "conspiracy theorist", loves all legends && myths && takes them all very seriously. swears he's seen merfolk before, and swears he will prove it by catching one. a little "mad", some say, always making up tales and chasing folly ideas, but a solid crew member all the same. a bit gullible. never speaks of his past or where he's from. has a soft spot for children.
family: none that he speaks of... a child that he's never met
pets: none currently
backstory:
your great-grandfather sailed far to better the lives of the generation that would follow. a surname haunted by plague && tragedy, it is in your blood to try && outrun the past. it was your grandmother that turned around the hands of fate. by marrying into lower nobility in a small kingdom far from home, the tides finally turned to favor your heritage. a the legacy was set for you long before your first breath; but it was your father who cemented the success you were meant to follow. proving bravery && ferocity in battle, the name aguilar become synonymous for honor for the first time in generations. && just like him, you were expected to serve the king in his royal guard.
so you did⌠for a brief time. there was little amusement in sword fighting && tidy bedsheets, but plenty to be found with the kingâs youngest daughter. you were only freshly 18 when she came to you with a tear-streaked face && shaking hands, delivering news of an illegitimate child that the forbidden love the two of you had created. you knew this would be your downfall - if the king even allowed you to keep your head, that is. she was betrothed, had been since birth, and her father a vicious, vengeful man. a terror that would be shameful to any aguilar man before you filled your heart, and it overcame the love you felt for the princess youâd so foolishly fallen for.
so you did the only thing that you thought you could - you ran. begged on your knees at the dirty boots of a pirate to allow board on their ship, promising to clean the decks && the latrines && anything else no one would want to do. from mighty warrior to the king to a nameless, faceless nobody, your story crumbled around you. those first weeks were torture. your heart yearned for the woman youâd left, the child youâd never know, the comfort of life as a valiant soldier.
&& then⌠your opinion changed. the small kingdom far behind you, the shores of tortuga found you, and called to you with bravado. there was something invigorating about a life at sea. a life as an outlaw, even if the jail cells were cold && the bread hard as rock. you found lifelong friends && temporary lovers to fill each aching hole of your heart, until eventually the pain faded && washed away. your filled with stories, your belly filled with rum, and your lungs with laughter - you realized the truth of yourself.
a life of nobility && honor was never meant to be your path. an oath to a forgotten king in a forgotten land meant nothing now, as you swore your soul to the will of the oceans, && the captain of the harbringer. this was the fate you choose, twisting your story into something new && raw && full of wonder. you will never again bend the knee to a king- and you promised yourself youâd never again fall victim to love.
some say now, youâve gone mad. maybe theyâre right, and your sense has gone off with the salt-soaked wind, or disappeared at the bottom of a bottle. â the mermaid hunter â, some whisper, as you swear youâve seen them && crave to capture something mythical to prove yourself. you chase myths like golden treasure, needing something beautiful to sink your teeth into as you continue to age, and feel an ache settle on your bones. the sea is your whole world - the war against the king is your motivation - and the chase for secrets && legends is what keeps you alive. decades now, youâve been dedicated to your captain && crew, and you know this loyalty will never change.
still sometimes, when the water is calm && quiet, the moon at her brightest, and youâre entirely alone⌠something soft inside of you whispers about a life you never knew. a life you nearly had. a love you lost long ago. you refuse to listen; but itâs there, in those quiet, tender moments of personal intimacy. what could have been, what almost was, what will never be?
