#ambimerc

This room was not supposed to be occupied. Legault had done three surveys of the fortress -- one two days ago, one this morning, and one a scant two hours ago -- before he’d felt ready to slip in after the covenant bracelet. And now, for whatever reason, this usually-vacant corner of the fortress had a restive occupant.

He hung silently in the rafters, watching the movements of the woman below. She was restless and far too alert, not someone he could distract long enough with a thrown pebble at the far wall. He dismissed the idea of killing her outright, certain it could not be done quietly even if she somehow deserved it -- and he couldn’t say whether she did or did not.

That left him three options: wait until she got bored or sleepy, find another entrance, or take a more direct approach. Ordinarily he’d have chosen one of the first two, but the theft had a deadline, and it was approaching with the morning sun. That left only the last.

There was a sleepy groan that subtly emitted from the mouth of a small boy as a ray of sunshine showed on his face from a window against the bedroom wall. His magenta eyes flickered open, as he sat up - sleepily rubbing them. His blurry vision slowly adjusting to the room. 

The five year old ravenette froze. This wasn’t his bedroom. In fact the kind of decor here looked nothing like he had ever seen in Au Joule before--

He turned to his side slowly, hearing a shift next to him on the bed and froze. oh. There was a naked woman there. So straight faced as ever he did what any reasonable person would do and grabbed covers pulling them over her so that she wouldn’t get too cold. 

The child sat down as well. She was a pirate so respecting authority was against the rules. The girl tilted her head the woman's lewd statement. It had gone over her head like a lot of things did. Despite being technically old enough to have children of her own, the pirate wasn’t too knowledgeable about those things.

“And I’m saying is that my weapon is mine to keep, not for some wannabe to duplicate it. If you wanted a lady with manners that kept quiet and didn’t speak her mind then you got the wrong gal.”

She looked away towards the window, “If you’re that ashamed of my presence, then don’t bring me around for those hoity toity get togethers.” It was simple as that.

Rolling his eyes wasn’t appropriate in this situation, was it? Oh well. Harry ended up doing it anyway, letting out a breathy sigh of frustration. “Ya know that’s not it, Ally.” She should know, anyway. Harry wasn’t someone who generally cared about what people said, however he had been trying to get the Silver Smiths to open their doors to new applicants again. Yu Seron wasn’t their only member, but the handful of people now in Silver Smiths wasn’t enough to have a healthy export. Instead the lack of members simply jacked the price for his Everlight Ore weapons.

“Yer luck just happened t’cross you on th’ most stuck up idiots ‘n the Master Guilds. Or, since Barbos got kicked t’the curb ... If you said that to literally any other guild, I wouldn’t give a damn.” It was the Silver Smiths.

She lightly nudged one of the blades away from her face with her foot as the blond spoke, “Yeah yeah. Kinda figured. Hence why I’m stealing it back.” 

She fluffed her hair a bit, stretching out to a bit of a yawn, “Look, you haven’t left the docks yet right? I’ll just go quietly and consider this a misunderstanding and you can keep sailing the seas.” Someone could pay a pretty gald for the location of the Van Eltia, but she wasn’t that petty. She just knew that the Abbey wouldn’t do jack to get what she wanted back. It was only a matter of taking things into her own hands. 

Though the fire malak’s balance wavered a bit, her expression went to a frown. How long had she been in the ship anyway? Her expression went a little sour, “…..We’re not on the docks anymore are we?” 

As if in answer to her question, the ship lurched. The bottles clinked gently, but stayed put. Eizen flicked his coin up, caught it, checked it. No surprises.

  She always managed to make this title sound derogatory-! Noctis winced just in time to be prepared for her to shove him aside; his foot caught the edge of a rock, and he twisted his body, catching himself with his hand and somersaulting backward and out of the way. Always with the flurry of bullets and caustic language-

    He threw his arm to the side, calling upon his sword as she veritably mommed him about his gunmanship. He rolled his eyes. “Ally, if I was aiming, I’d’ve aimed.” Noctis growled. He just wanted to get in close. With a grunt, he brought his broadsword around with both arms, swinging and cleaving another of the monsters entwine. A strange array of beasts together, to be sure, be he could definitely make quick work of the small fry himself. He swapped for a smaller sword in a flash, phasing out of the way of a warrant clawing.

“How about a birthday kiss, you know, for luck?” @ambimerc