he, the sea, and i .| jasphelia [blitz]
Dec 30, 2015 4:31:35 GMT -5
Post by tris 🍒 on Dec 30, 2015 4:31:35 GMT -5
ophelia sparrow
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There's a storm on the horizon. The sky is painted with tones of red and grey, and the wind bites at you like a feral wolf with a thirst for blood -- not that you've ever seen one; but you've heard stories about them, and you like to think they're pretty similar to the scavenging dogs near the docks, and you're sure they don't actually drink blood, but when an animal gets hungry it needs something to sustain itself with, so you guess that-- WHOA! You duck, barely missing the slash of Captain Jasper Finch's sabre during your distraction of thoughts. You laugh at yourself, running a hand through your crimson waves, and you smirk at the boy across from you. "Nice 'ne, mate!" you call over the churning of the waves that rock the young man's boat, and you outstretch your own sabre. "Hate to be a shitty guest, Cap'n, but you've got a few things I want." You dart forward with your blade, aiming to hinder -- not to maim.
Jasper's a brute of a lad, a legend to both sailors and sinners alike, but you don't shy away from challenging him; where he is a captain of justice and stands for his people, you are selfish and greedy like the pirates of old -- you serve your family only; though in truth, it's more or less the other way around. "Nice ship ya got here, by the way," you go on, always one for making conversation in serious moments of conflict. "I like yer trousers, too, pretty boy." You flick your sabre at the belt of his britches, watching as it snaps and his pants fall to the ground.
"Oops! My mistake, mate -- love the knickers, though."