05-22-2019, 08:37 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]"Well, if he doesn' show up soon, then feel free to pass it along t' him." She'd say in a kind manner towards Fourthwall. The approach of another, though, would send her into a shock. It was the specific individual, really, that would cause such a reaction.
Seeing Argus, now, that would cause her to freeze altogether. A genuine, true, reaction that she could not hold back. The female could not believe it. She simply couldn't believe it. Argus. Her papa's quartermaster, someone she had trusted and respected so deeply, was in the Pitt. She turned her back on the Typhoon and did not just leave (something she would accept - people come and go), but joined their worst enemy. Her view of the female is shattered entirely. Was she simply a liar the whole time? The anger that would follow, however, would be stored away somewhere safe, far away. It would make its face soon enough. Though, to be honest, she was getting tired of being patient. "Argus," the captain would greet simply at first, allowing a warm smile to reach her features. "I wasn' expectin' t' see you here. Is' been a while." A friendly statement, most certainly true.
Goldenluxury would eye her movements, her feathered ear tips twitching a few times. How dare she stand there and act like this was okay? How dare she make face at all? A kind smile sits upon her features. "Oh, don' worry. I know. Thas' why I figured it'd be fine," there was almost an emphasis to that "I know". She knows too fucking well. Being Stryker's slave gave her plenty of knowledge over the group. The questions would catch her a little off-guard, though she would have an answer to them relatively fast. "I dunno if you're new here, Argus, but the Typhoon n' the Pitt's got a lil' deal. Y'all's part was t' end slavery, so this is simply a gift in appreciation for holdin' up your deal n' a sort of celebration t' the end of our conflicts." Quite ironic. Hopefully none of them decided to be rats now, though she supposes it wouldn't make things end too differently either way. "Is' not really hush-hush, I don' think. The note isn' even secretive, jus' a message specifically for 'im."
Seeing Argus, now, that would cause her to freeze altogether. A genuine, true, reaction that she could not hold back. The female could not believe it. She simply couldn't believe it. Argus. Her papa's quartermaster, someone she had trusted and respected so deeply, was in the Pitt. She turned her back on the Typhoon and did not just leave (something she would accept - people come and go), but joined their worst enemy. Her view of the female is shattered entirely. Was she simply a liar the whole time? The anger that would follow, however, would be stored away somewhere safe, far away. It would make its face soon enough. Though, to be honest, she was getting tired of being patient. "Argus," the captain would greet simply at first, allowing a warm smile to reach her features. "I wasn' expectin' t' see you here. Is' been a while." A friendly statement, most certainly true.
Goldenluxury would eye her movements, her feathered ear tips twitching a few times. How dare she stand there and act like this was okay? How dare she make face at all? A kind smile sits upon her features. "Oh, don' worry. I know. Thas' why I figured it'd be fine," there was almost an emphasis to that "I know". She knows too fucking well. Being Stryker's slave gave her plenty of knowledge over the group. The questions would catch her a little off-guard, though she would have an answer to them relatively fast. "I dunno if you're new here, Argus, but the Typhoon n' the Pitt's got a lil' deal. Y'all's part was t' end slavery, so this is simply a gift in appreciation for holdin' up your deal n' a sort of celebration t' the end of our conflicts." Quite ironic. Hopefully none of them decided to be rats now, though she supposes it wouldn't make things end too differently either way. "Is' not really hush-hush, I don' think. The note isn' even secretive, jus' a message specifically for 'im."