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*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

…we ensure that the money held by the king is spread around to the people who need it. My crew and I are an important part of the economy.

*She stands, pulling on her bag, tucking it behind her, ready to run if she needs to.*

...Isn't that the king's job? To make sure people have what they need?

It is? I thought our king’s job was to sit on his island and give orders.

...No? Kings are supposed to be great leaders. Protect their people and do the hard things so no one else has to.

*She snorts.*

I think my king sees his job differently. Many of the nobles where I’m from do.

They sound like tyrants. You should fight them and take the crown. It's how Grandfather became king. He... was a tyrant too... But Mother had ruled after him, and she was much better.

What? Fight them? Why? I already confronted the king once…I suppose the Sorceress could count as a tyrant, and Hoid fought her.

*She frowns, relaxing now that it seems Gav won’t have her arrested.*

That's what you do. If tyrants are in charge, you fight them and you take their power so you can wield it better.

Wit fought someone? When? He told me he couldn't fight! And Den didn't say he was lying... *very confused*

I don’t think I could wield it better, though. I like my ship and my crew, I don’t want to be king.

…fought might be the wrong word. He got her to leave the planet, and he modified Charlie’s curse. He saved Charlie and I from her, though.

#gavinor rp #lies. tress would be SUCH a good ruler!! i trust her!!

If he's a tyrant, someone has to. Is that why you're here? To ask for help getting rid of him? We have armies. We can send some of our troops back with you.

...Who's Charlie? ...Wit saved you? How? He doesn't do anything but tell annoying stories and... that's it actually. He's just annoying.

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

Joe made me a boy and I still can't stop fucking crying.

*eyes distant, foggy* .......Do you think they were wrong? Taravangian and your Father? ....I saw Adolin cry once. He didn't seem to care. It was... about mice. How they were small.

Who's Adolin?

My cousin. I told you about him. He's the one who lost his leg. He's the best duelist in the world. He's... amazing.

And he was crying over… mice?

*nods* Because they were small. I... don't get it either.

Huh. *frowns*

…I seen Joey cry.

...Did he... mind?

He tries not to do it in front of me. But I seen him do it.

What was he crying about?

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

Joe made me a boy and I still can't stop fucking crying.

*eyes distant, foggy* .......Do you think they were wrong? Taravangian and your Father? ....I saw Adolin cry once. He didn't seem to care. It was... about mice. How they were small.

Who's Adolin?

My cousin. I told you about him. He's the one who lost his leg. He's the best duelist in the world. He's... amazing.

And he was crying over… mice?

*nods* Because they were small. I... don't get it either.

Huh. *frowns*

…I seen Joey cry.

...Did he... mind?

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

…we ensure that the money held by the king is spread around to the people who need it. My crew and I are an important part of the economy.

*She stands, pulling on her bag, tucking it behind her, ready to run if she needs to.*

...Isn't that the king's job? To make sure people have what they need?

It is? I thought our king’s job was to sit on his island and give orders.

...No? Kings are supposed to be great leaders. Protect their people and do the hard things so no one else has to.

*She snorts.*

I think my king sees his job differently. Many of the nobles where I’m from do.

They sound like tyrants. You should fight them and take the crown. It's how Grandfather became king. He... was a tyrant too... But Mother had ruled after him, and she was much better.

What? Fight them? Why? I already confronted the king once…I suppose the Sorceress could count as a tyrant, and Hoid fought her.

*She frowns, relaxing now that it seems Gav won’t have her arrested.*

That's what you do. If tyrants are in charge, you fight them and you take their power so you can wield it better.

Wit fought someone? When? He told me he couldn't fight! And Den didn't say he was lying... *very confused*

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

Joe made me a boy and I still can't stop fucking crying.

*eyes distant, foggy* .......Do you think they were wrong? Taravangian and your Father? ....I saw Adolin cry once. He didn't seem to care. It was... about mice. How they were small.

Who's Adolin?

My cousin. I told you about him. He's the one who lost his leg. He's the best duelist in the world. He's... amazing.

And he was crying over… mice?

*nods* Because they were small. I... don't get it either.

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

…we ensure that the money held by the king is spread around to the people who need it. My crew and I are an important part of the economy.

*She stands, pulling on her bag, tucking it behind her, ready to run if she needs to.*

...Isn't that the king's job? To make sure people have what they need?

It is? I thought our king’s job was to sit on his island and give orders.

...No? Kings are supposed to be great leaders. Protect their people and do the hard things so no one else has to.

*She snorts.*

I think my king sees his job differently. Many of the nobles where I’m from do.

#gavinor rp #....comparatively i suppose...

They sound like tyrants. You should fight them and take the crown. It's how Grandfather became king. He... was a tyrant too... But Mother had ruled after him, and she was much better.

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

Joe made me a boy and I still can't stop fucking crying.

*eyes distant, foggy* .......Do you think they were wrong? Taravangian and your Father? ....I saw Adolin cry once. He didn't seem to care. It was... about mice. How they were small.

Who's Adolin?

#gavinor rp #im fond of calling back to things <3 #everything shall be connected!! mwahaha

My cousin. I told you about him. He's the one who lost his leg. He's the best duelist in the world. He's... amazing.

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

…we ensure that the money held by the king is spread around to the people who need it. My crew and I are an important part of the economy.

*She stands, pulling on her bag, tucking it behind her, ready to run if she needs to.*

...Isn't that the king's job? To make sure people have what they need?

It is? I thought our king’s job was to sit on his island and give orders.

...No? Kings are supposed to be great leaders. Protect their people and do the hard things so no one else has to.

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

Joe made me a boy and I still can't stop fucking crying.

#gavinor rp #i think he's a bit too distracted rn to even notice cricket talking about his gender #he might circle back to it tho afterwards

*eyes distant, foggy* .......Do you think they were wrong? Taravangian and your Father? ....I saw Adolin cry once. He didn't seem to care. It was... about mice. How they were small.

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

…we ensure that the money held by the king is spread around to the people who need it. My crew and I are an important part of the economy.

*She stands, pulling on her bag, tucking it behind her, ready to run if she needs to.*

#gavinor rp #actually i think that might be exactly the right thing to say!#he was raised to kill an “evil” king after all XD

...Isn't that the king's job? To make sure people have what they need?

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

Boys don't cry. Girls cry. Boys're supposed to be tough. That's what Pa said. Told me to be a man if I wanted to be one an' stop cryin' after he hit me.

#gavinor rp #he's having a realization #“hey wait maybe BOTH our parental figures sucked”#maybe he'll even say something useful in a minute!#child abuse tw

......Taravangian didn't like it when I cried. He told me he was helping me. He said I shouldn't cry about being helped. *quieter* ........No one else tells me to stop... They just... hold me and help me feel better...... *falls quiet, considering this*

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

…yes.

*She rests a hand on her satchel, watching Gav carefully.*

#gavinor rp #gav you're ruining the gav & tress friendship arc :(

You steal? You're a criminal? Does Grandmother know? She can't know. She wouldn't have let you in.

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

No one is. It's weak.

*sniffling* Pa said if I wanna be a boy I- gotta act like one-

#gavinor rp #i was going to have him say something about cricket being a child #but tien was drafted at 13 so the alethi probably would consider cricket an adult...

...What does that have to do with being a boy? No one's supposed to cry. Crying's for children.

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.

‘M a boy. Boys aren’t s’pposed to cry.

#gavinor rp #gav. gav no. gav stop it.#he might reflect on this in a moment #depending on cricket's response

No one is. It's weak.

*She’s tucked away in a small room, holding a steel knife and an iron plate, with a small verdant vine in front of her. She seems very focused on it.*

@studier-of-spores

*watching curiously*

....No one else does either. It's just me.

*shifts his weight* I should go. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?

*quietly* ...I don't want to. It just... keeps happening.

*She frowns, packing away her bag of spores.*

…it does?

...I keep... getting angry and doing things that I... I shouldn't have. Things I should know better than to do.

I…see.

*She takes a rag, wiping her hands, and then pulls off her goggles and mask.*

That sounds…difficult to manage.

....I don't know what to do.

*She frowns, thinking for a second.*

…maybe…maybe try taking yourself away from whatever is making you angry? Leaving the area, going to find somebody else?

I want to but... it's like I can't think sometimes. *he wraps his arms around himself* Like I'm not myself anymore....

…I see.

*She moves a bit closer to him.*

That sounds very difficult to handle.

It is... I... *pauses* You didn't know who I was. You don't know anything about me.

…I don’t. But I don’t know much about anybody here.

Besides, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous.

....You'll find out. Everyone knows about me.

When I was little I was taken by a Shard and trained to be a killer. It's what I... It's all I know how to do... *slumps and looks away*

…I see.

*She hums softly, thinking about her words.*

….when I took over my crew, they’d been under a captain who only had one goal in mind, and she was willing to do anything to reach that goal. She turned them all into deadrunners, killers, marked for death if they were ever caught. So few of them trusted each other…

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m no stranger to people who think they’re dangerous, or irredeemable.

...They had lives before that, didn't they? Something to return to. I... barely remember anything from before.

Most of ‘em didn’t have much of anything to return too. Piracy’s where they belong, they just didn’t deserve a life on the run.

Doesn’t make you any less of a person, Gavinor.

It's not... *pauses* ...did you say piracy?

*Cricket hugs him tightly*

@the-button-gang

*hugs back* I'm sorry....

*nods slowly, trying to commit the names to memory* It's a pleasure to meet all of Cricket's friends.

*Dipshit grins* You’re more polite than half the folks that come ‘round here. Relax.

...Do you get lots of guests?

Been makin’ lotsa friends lately. You don’t gotta stand on ceremony with us, trust me.

....I do. I'm a king. ...It's how I'm supposed to behave. *looks at Cricket for help*

*shrugs* We really don’t give a shit.

.................. *looks around* ....Cricket, didn't you mention a Joey?

*Cricket's face hardens and he looks away* He ain't here right now.

.....Did he not come back? .............I'm sorry.

*the boys all look somber. Cricket's face twists* He came back, but they hurt him.

*his eyes are hard* ...We'll make them pay. We won't let them get away with that.

*he sniffs, scrubbing at his eyes*

*moves a little, trying to shield Cricket's crying from the others*

*he smiles gratefully, then slips out the door*

*hesitates, uncertain whether or not to follow*

*Cricket is curled up miserably outside*

*After a moment he comes outside, pausing as he sees Cricket. He shifts his weight awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.* ....It'll be alright. My family are good fighters. They won't let them hurt anyone else. And Renarin's a healer. He can help with Joey's wounds.

I’m tired of fucking crying. *miserable sniff*

*grimaces* I hate it too. *crosses his arms and sits down next to Cricket* It just keeps happening.