#dark begone

“Father? Typically we cut t’ Daddy n’ that ‘roleplay’ jabber, makes it sound less foul.” Desperately to play it his crass classiness to reject. Uncomfortably prone and unable to escape, run, deter, broken, and battered. He was primed and wounded and a confrontation of this caliber wasn’t ever his foresaw… Least not this early. She approached him and bonked him with a skilled-jab to his nose and whipped out her sheathed pistol in hostility, she wasn’t someone that intended to have her questions be lied or fouled. Plus what even, <how could he open up with that?!> even with his own fleshing blood this man hadn’t any shame or lack of care with greetings. Her major worst fears though was either he knew who she was. Which meant he selfishly ignored and allowed devastation to befall her life. Or even worse he was so far disconnected and didn't ever assume someone would find him. “Marking me up, o’ feisty one. Regardless as ya’ can see, I b’ out of commission on usefulness. Should b’ some rat-sacks at the ol’ Q-Sands.” His gaze caught a briefness of her earrings; they made him see a hinge of familiarity. His composure and visage returning with a lighted bloody nose in leakage. He noticed her punches packed a wallop. His mind even rattled; she indeed was one thing; had conviction to a cause. Her tone was cooled, fierce on her shoulder and recollected, composed. All her emotions almost protruded in suppression. She was going to just interrogate him. Her meaning behind staying armed; was she didn’t know what type of pirate this was or if those injuries were even genuine, yet. This was just another slime-ball. One unfortunately who didn’t know she was a law and couldn’t be ever obscured from the truth. “You know exactly who I am. Don’t you?” “Nay.”  He shot down. Her earrings glowed an half-audible <om> Meaning a half-truth. She’d intimidatingly shook and reposition in closer with her firearm. “Eighteen Summers ago, you were captured and seized and thrown into an illegal coliseum under the hush. There you met a woman, you two fought for your freedom. Until getting to each other in the final contest. One would get an allowance to be returned to the surface; a lease to life. Recall?” “Nay” Shaking his head enthusiastically with disapproval. Again the same repeat happening the earrings louder <om> only to her drums. She didn’t reveal knowing he lied. Only through expressions of intimidation. She’d coldishly shoot over his shoulder into a window to make a point. At this point his brow furrowed. Stricken in curiosity. How she knew his deceit. Shrugging his neck. Looking for an exit with his orbital but alas; nothing. No escaping with these injuries. A withdrawn exhale sled off. “...What happened to her?”  He admitted. Peaked and lowly looking over the barrel, “She went missing; presumed dead. Some man matching your descriptions so-called swooned her and you promised to get her out and liberate her. You never came. She forfeited and resigned to secure your freedom. Condemning herself willing to slavery for you! And the heartless bastard you are, you cared not what came of it.” His turn to chime in and retort, “The operation closed. She would’ve been freed when th’ Scaled Order figured out. ‘I heard’ a tip break through, freed them all… Let’s assume she did go missing; what did she do with the hoard? Are you certain? She didn’t just leave you?” Pointing blunt this ordeal was messy. Her arm mildly fidgeted. What in any world was he confessing or trying to stir up, a dubious implant? “Everyone was freed but it didn’t stop the organizers from ransoming those recently captured, they were on the cesspool. Having to get-by, there’s nowhere to run or go. I was raised in an alley. Cornerstone harlots and drug dealers are the shaded outskirts of society in the Lanes. Of course she wouldn’t have abandoned me! I saw her the day she told me to hide, after that my friend of the streets saved me and I lived with them. Though everyday for the last ten summers, I’ve awaited her.” Captain listened while nodding and closing his lids. The pain was felt and absorbed also by the realization of this encounter he was getting unnervingly old. “But the hoard?” Pausing, “I had one of my matey’s leave all my possessions and wealthy belongings before I went into the Black Shrouds and retreated fer my deserved sentence. I was told they were received at a place matching the description of your inhabitants. By someone in yer complex residence. That should’ve occurred Eleven Summers prior. Heard it was ‘handled’ and ya’ received.” Her mind screamed, <Wait> As she recalled for the short-exchange in her life-period they had an Uncle staying with her. Briefly, a dispute happened. She began putting connections together. Abruptly in cub youth she confronted her sobbing Mother. Supposedly the Uncle just up-and-disappeared. Without any traces. What if he received all these wealth's and belongings on behalf. Trying to honestly seem like he was intending to look after his sister’s interest, but in reality his greed seized opportunity. How she loathed pirates! They even created more, they were stain’s of Eorzea. The chain of events spiraled because her Uncle wasn’t also helping with covering the costs of shared living seeing them evicted from their place of living and on the sidewalks underneath little blanketed fortifications.                 (Previous) — /References/  —   ♫  — (Next Page)