and also ✍🎵 for jeluno
[Song that played: To the Sea by Katzenjammer]
Walking down the street is always an adventure for you. People stare, trolls think they can pick a fight with you. Pitiful, honestly. You have been trying to keep your cutlass clean on land, they’re just not making it easy for you.
You’re out about town, just looking for a place to stock up on supplies from. Just a quick breeze through. You wouldn’t be doing any of the shopping yourself, of course, you’d send someone out to fetch supplies later.
However, the sounds of commotion from a bar you pass by catches your attention. Taking a few steps closer, you hear thumps and bumps, yells and grunts- you think you can hear a few glasses breaking, too. You spot a troll walking past, and flag him down.
“Pardon me, darling, but is this place always so lively?”
“Wh- huh, whuzz- oh, this place?” he responds, voice low and gravely, “Yea, got som’ fuckin’ blueblood causin’ a ruckus in there ev’ry night.”
You cock an eyebrow, your interest piqued. Turning to the door, you crack it open and peek inside.
Immediately, you’re met with a scene of pure chaos. Stools and tables overturned and ruined, glass shattered across the floor, indiscernible liquids splattered against walls. At the center of it all, a tall blueblood was in the process of hefting another troll, roughly the same size as her, over her head, before bringing him down over her knee with a loud crack!
Your smile widens as you walk in, leaning against the wall as you watch the carnage unfold. The troll proceeds to handily dispatch five trolls with just her bare hands, only resorting to a weapon, the broken leg of a table, to beat another unconscious. In her flurry of motion, her field of view passes over you, and you can see the look of a feral predator spotting more prey.
Slowly, you lift your arms in the air, showing you’re not a threat.
“Easy there, darling, I’m just here to watch. Impressive strength, I must say.”
She glares at you, panting for a moment, before straightening herself up and walking over the bodies and rubble towards you.
“Aye, th’fuck yewwan?”
“What do I want- well, after that display, I’d wager to say I want you, dear. I feel you’d make quite the addition to my crew, if this is any indication of how you fight.”
She stopped for a moment, very clearly pondering what you just said. A minute passes before she speaks again.
“... Fuckit, ain’t got anythin’ else t’do ‘round here. Tsunah Viarre, proud t’ be under ye.”
You clap your hands in excitement, nodding as she talks.
“Tsunah! A pleasure to have you aboard!” you say, your typical sickly sweet tone everpresent, as you reach out and adjust her jacket to cover her exposed chest, “The name’s Jeluno Ikolus, I’m sure it’ll be just delightful to work with you~.”
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