Anna Romwell

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 captainmarcuszeng:

While Marcus didn’t really trust Anna, he trusted her enough in this situation to know that she wouldn’t try anything as stupid. The thought of of her attempting to take him out with the crane definitely crossed his mind even before he gave her the suggestion did cross his mind. So there was a part of him was a bit surprised when she called out to him, warning him about the incoming crane. Despite the surprise he felt, it didn’t show on his face. Not that it mattered. Everyone standing before him was busy looking at the crane coming up behind him to even notice. 

After sheathing his swords and timing his jump perfectly, Marcus spun around, leapt in the air and and grabbed onto a corner rope and hoisted himself onto the wildly swinging crane. His footing slipped ever so slightly and it was enough to jostle him, but not enough to sending him clumsily falling off the platform. Instead Marcus hung on for dear life and let Anna take the reigns. He watched with a dark sort of glee as Navymen were knocked left and right by their makeshift wrecking ball. He almost chuckled when one clumsily flopped onto the platform before being unceremoniously kicked off. However, the moment amusement was short lived because within a matter of seconds, Marcus had leapt off the platform and back onto the outskirts of docks where he immediately began taking out the remaining Navymen blocking the alleyways his crew were running through. 

With the crane having carved a tunnel straight through the crowds of Navymen, and Marcus taking out the clusters still blocking the alleyways, they had provided the window of time the crew needed to scramble their way across the docks. Anna immediately began counting heads, bouncing her finger through the air and mouthing the numbers as she went (her grin tipped a bit higher when she counted Wren among them) until she could confidently claim all were accounted for. Or at least, they were all in the harbor and still alive, which considering the circumstances, was pretty damn lucky. Anna powered down the crane to ensure the returning crewmates weren’t bulldozed, looked to the captain who was still fighting below, and did the only thing she could think of to signal an all clear over the din of the harbor battle. 

She yanked on the rope hanging above her head, giving the crane’s horn a few sharp honks, and added a wave in case the signal wasn’t clear enough. All there was to do next was scramble and fight their way back to the ship, and Anna wasn’t one to waste time. She slid down the ladder, removed her revolver from its holster, and got to work. 

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  captainmarcuszeng:

“With pleasure,” Marcus replied. While Marcus was always stoic, his expression rarely seeming to change unless someone was paying close attention, in this moment a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and lingered there long enough for every Navy personel in front of him to  take a step backwards, unsure and fearful of the man who had been knocking them down left and right would do. 

Without warning, Marcus rushed forward and suddenly there were sprays of blood everywhere, the clanging of metal against metal, and suddenly bodies were dropping down to the wooden docks in a crumpled mess. Up until this point, Marcus had been playing with the lot of them. Up until this point they were lucky, even those who had their legs or arms unceremoniously cut off because even then there was some mercy in his actions. He let them live. But not anymore, everywhere he went, Marcus would cut down a body dressed in a Navy uniform one right after the other. Marcus had no qualms about killing official soldiers, he was a pirate and had killed many more people before he even stepped foot on The Spectre as teenager. However, despite all his effort and precision, Marcus was still holding back considerably. He took out an opponent and took several steps back, drawing the men further down the docks in an effort to line them up for Anna. When the time was right, he would dive out of the way. 

Anna wasn’t one to cheer. She didn’t hoot or holler or whatever other noises people like Maxine made during victory. But when the crate at the end of the crane plowed strait through the squadron of Navymen, she actually cackled in pure amusement. She couldn’t help it-- the crate smacked into the first line of officers with a resounding crack, and just kept going, pushing one soldier right into the other like dominoes. Anyone not shoved back was knocked to the side, or worse, steamrolled over. Marcus had lined them up so perfectly that only a few managed to skirt its advance, balancing precariously on the edges of the docks while the wooden terror swung past. 

“Heads up, Captain!” Anna called, but he probably didn’t even need the warning. Judging by the way he was batting away soldiers like flies, a runaway crate shouldn’t be a problem. 

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Who’s the funniest crew member? Most annoying? Most confusing? Most endearing?

“Probably not the funniest, but Wren makes me laugh alot, and Alonso comes at a close second. Brendon’s easily the most annoying, and no one’s really confused me yet. As for most endearing, that’s tied between Wren and Jace.”

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If you were really hungry, really exhausted, AND really gross, what would you do first — eat, nap, or shower?

“Eat. You can’t do anything when you’re sugar’s low.”

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 captainmarcuszeng:

“From the looks of it we still a handful of them left out in the city,” Marcus said, as he brought himself to stand and twirled the swords in his hands he continued to scan the area. The docks were a mess of bodies of people standing trying to get past one another, trying not to tumble into the drink below. Because of the way they were grouped, those that were positioned on the outside with their rifles drawn couldn’t take a good shot of any of his crew without running the risk of accidentally shooting one of their own. It was probably the one thing that was working to their slight advantage. However, the bottleneck was also working to keep the others from reaching the ship.

Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus caught a glimpse of a nearby crane that had been lifting some supplies onto a nearby ship. As of right now it was at a complete standstill, the alien manning the machine having quickly abandoned his post the second the chaos erupted. Marcus smirked before nodding towards the crane. “Ms. Romwell, how would you feel about a little wrecking ball action while I clean up around the edges?”

Anna tilted her head in confusion over the “wrecking ball action,” comment, but after following his gaze to the crane, the meaning behind his words became clear. “On it,” she replied with a devious little grin, “Keep them busy for me?” It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual request-- Anna knew Marcus would provide plenty of distraction while she slipped away. Most of the authorities were focused on him, afterall, seeing his skills with a sword as much more of a threat than Anna’s blades.

After waiting a moment for the perfect opening, she swiftly turned heel and disappeared into the fray, bobbing and weaving in the direction of the crane. She climbed up its ladder, made her way to the control rods, and immediately began fiddling with the levers. It took a few tries, the crane bobbing up and down like an indecisive bird, before suddenly swinging in the right direction. With a massive crate in its clutches and the authorities lined up like bowling pins, this was sure to be a hilarious sight.

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Have you ever been given an important task you thought was too much for you?

"Not that I can think of, no. The captain and officers are pretty good at judging our talents and assigning tasks appropriately. Plus, I don’t think anything is too much for me.”

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Has anyone who used to be close to you betrayed you?

“Of course. What, do you think pirates, mercenaries, and thieves are trustworthy folk?” She paused, her smile faltering ever so slightly, before she quickly tagged on, “If you’re looking for a story, I’m afraid I’ve forgotten most of the juicy details. It wasn’t anyone you know, I assure you.”

((literally anna:

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Would you ever want to live in a house instead of on a ship?

“I suppose so, at some point,” Anna mused, crossing her arms behind her head and settling deeper into the bed, “What about you, Scarborough? Do you see yourself settling down in the future, taking up the domestic life, getting a j-o-b and a retirement plan?” 

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If you were given a blank sheet of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

"I’d write a dirty note to Wren and stick it under her pillow,” Anna replied with a completely straight face, making it almost impossible to tell if she were joking or not.

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Waffles, oatmeal, or pancakes?

“Oatmeal. I can’t stand anything sweet in the mornings.”

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What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

“None of my fears are exactly unique. Just run of the mill phobias.”

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What's an interesting fact about you and another crew member ((A headcanon you and/or another player came up with))?

“Wren has insomnia, and blames me for it.”

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  captainmarcuszeng:

Marcus was seconds away from cutting the hands off the men that were the closet to him, but lucky for that man, Marcus was momentarily distracted by something he did not expect in the least. Off to the side, there was a localized, strong, blast of wind. The force was enough to not only knock someone clean off their feet and into the cold water below the docks and it was enough to rattle Marcus. Along with almost everyone else left standing on the dock, Marcus whipped his head around towards the blast’s origins. His eyes were wide with shock, his brow furrowed in confusion as he searched out the source and soon enough he found it.

There they were, Maxine and Amelia, whooping and hollering as one of them clutched what looked to be a small canon in their grip. Marcus hadn’t seen it before and he certainly was going to make plans to speak to one or the both of them. He needed to know what it was and how dangerous that sort of a device was and if he would even allow it on the ship. But for the time being he was fine with it, so long as it didn’t explode in either of their hands or knock him, Anna, or anyone of their own rushing the docks. “Watch where you’re aiming that thing!” Marcus warned loudly before he plunged back into the fray.

Marcus continued to rush forward, knock men aside, batting away their weapons, slicing up their fire arm and occasional limb, and knocking people into the water in an effort to keep the pathways clear for his crew that was steadily starting to make their way towards him. For each one that passed him by on the docks, there were five from the Navy left to deal with. Marcus was adept fighter and coming across an opponent that would best him was rare, but even he had to admit that if he made one wrong move in a large crowd on a narrow dock… things wouldn’t be good. Marcus had just managed to duck out of the way of sword swipe and used a nearby lamp post as a support as he kicked another into the water. He managed to spin his body around and have it so he landed square next to Anna. “Are you alright, Ms. Romwell?” he asked, his voice calm as ever despite the circumstances. 

“Peachy,” Anna bitterly replied, swiping a sleeve beneath her nose to clean off the blood that clung there. She fired a few more rounds into an incoming officer, flipped open her revolver to reload, and added, “The rest of the crew had better get here fast. Damn authorities are pouring out of everywhere like fire ants.”

It might have been a pessimistic view on things, but Anna was never one to boost morale, and Marcus didn’t need it anyways. The man seemed more calm and at home in the chaos than any one who passed by, as if this was all a tea party to him. Anna, however, was getting exasperated. 

“How many more of our crew are still out there?” she asked, pausing her reloading to chuck a knife at an enemy that got to close, before adding two more bullets and snapping the chamber closed. She was taking down a fourth the amount of enemies he was, and missing far more. Coupled with the sheer amount of authorities rushing into the harbor, their odds were looking worse by the minute. 

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  captainmarcuszeng:

Marcus didn’t even wait to watch the men plummet into the harbor’s waters. Like a tried and true warrior, once those were dealt with he moved on. The men he had shoved into the water didn’t look like the types to quickly recover from a blow like that. Not to mention that there was no ladder near by to help them get back up onto this particular section of dock. 

Beside him, he could hear Anna dealing with her own set of opponents. It was only a matter of seconds before the order of ‘STAND DOWN’ echoed through the air. Marcus could hear guns cocking over the calamity and didn’t waste a second. Anna moved back to search for cover, but Marcus charged forward. He ignored the swordsmen and swiftly weaved past them until he was standing in front of the riflemen.

Marcus had a spilt second to savor the look of pure shock on their faces as he suddenly appeared before them before he swung with his swords. There was a flash of movement, a CLANG, a pause, and suddenly the three rifles pointed at Marcus suddenly split in half and the wood and metal barrels fell to the floor with a dull series of thuds. Before the men could even react, Marcus was already making his next move. He had spotted a series of crates of to the side and with a carefully calculated kick, Marcus kicked the top most box into the men to send them tumbling. One clumsily fell into the water, one fell into a nearby lamp post and the other just crumple to the ground, clutching their side.

When Marcus zipped passed her and slashed three rifles to bits without so much as breaking a sweat, Anna couldn’t help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on the officers’ faces. They didn’t even have time to react, the move was so quick, and were quickly finished off with crates to the face. If that wasn’t entertaining, Anna didn’t know what was, and it bought her enough time to chuck her pair of knives at a new assailant before pulling her own pistol from its holster.

It seemed she wasn’t the only Spectre crew member wielding a gun in this fight, however. With a loud bang and whoosh! one of the navy men went flying across the deck and into the water, a massive gust of wind following him like the tail of a comet. “What the... ?” she muttered, and glanced back to find the source of the mysterious... gale force. The sight of Maxine and Amelia, wielding some strange, clunky device, was enough of an explanation for her. She grumbled a quick “damn mechanics” beneath her breath, made a mental note to keep to the sidelines, and returned her attention to the fight. 

Lucky for her, she refocused just in time to dodge an incoming sword, the blade slicing across the surface of her jacket instead of straight through her. The blow from his elbow, however, was much more successful, landing right on her nose with a resounding smack! It was a cheap attempt to jarr her senses-- and it was successful, for the most part. The pain between her eyes and the blood trickling down her face was incredibly distracting, but she managed to dislodge a few more shots to his legs, sending him to the ground howling in pain. This left only a handful of their squadron remaining, but more were just around the corner-- or across the docks, to be more specific. By the gods, she hoped the rest of their crew could make it ahead of the crowds.

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  captainmarcuszeng:

“Of course, I’ll return shortly.” he said before offering a nod of respect towards the man that was clearly in charge of this brigade. Of course Marcus felt nothing towards the man let alone respect. He just needed to play the part until they finally saw it fit to leave him, his crew, and his ship at peace.

While he din’t show it, Marcus was wondering why it was they were questioning him in the first place. Stolen goods? While they did steal quite a bit, given their occupation, they hadn’t done anything of the sort recently. Yes, one could argue the artifiacts that they took fro, the island the temple were stolen, but Marcus certainly didn’t see it that way. If anything, they were returning a piece of lost history… for a fee.

Marcus had just turned his back on the group, expecting Anna to keep them occupied until he returned with his paper work Suddenly, off in the distance on the other side of the docks he heard a familiar voice, “CAPTAIN WE GOTTA GO!!” It was Yiran and for a moment he saw Dax along side her. Off on the other side he could see other members of his crew making their way towards the docks in an obvious hurry. Some of them were being chased by groups of men in Navy uniform, some coming in without a crowd at their back.

“Well then…” Marcus groaned. Behind him he could hear the men draw their weapons and shouted at him to “FREEZE!” The sound of swords being pulled out of their sheaths accompanied by the cocking of guns echoed through the air. The jig was up and it looked like like they weren’t going to sail out peacefully as they had originally intended. In a flash, Marcus had drawn both of his swords and seconds after the men charged at both him and Anna.  Two men charged straight for Marcus, swords drawn, but Marcus quickly batted them away with his own blades, lifted both his legs to kick them in the chest and push off of them. The men flew through the air before falling into the blue waters of the harbor below 

Anna turned at the sound of Yiran’s voice, and sure enough there was the little acrobat, looking even tinier next to Dax the Giant, scrambling across the docks as fast as she could. Other crew members made their appearance shortly, along with more squadrons of officers, making the once relatively quiet harbor a buzzing beehive of activity. The men before them quickly caught on, drawing their weapons and ordering the two to freeze, and all Anna could do was bear a sheepish smile and wait for the captain’s cue. 

The sound of his swords drawing was enough for her, and she flung a knife at one of the soldiers before he could take a shot at her. She then leaned to the side as another lunged for a sword attack, but didn’t let him stumble too far forward, grabbing his jacket collar with both hands and swinging him roughly around to collide with a nearby lamppost. 

He tumbled to the ground, but somehow managed to keep his sword in hand, a testament to the fine quality training of the bloody military. He was hardly a problem, however-- it were the riflemen before them, taking aim as those with swords scrambled forward, that posed the real threat. “STAND DOWN,” the leader demanded, but Anna was far from listening, and gave the soldier lying before her a kick for good measure before removing two more blades from their sheaths. She then began shuffling backwards, eyes darting back and forth in search for barrels, crates, anything they could use for cover. Because if they weren’t out of the way of those bullets, this fight would be over in a matter of moments.

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Are we supposed to like... do anything about that?

“Why? Are you… jealous?” Anna asked with a mischievous grin, obviously taking this far less seriously than Wren was. Still, she could only tease Wren for so long, and made sure to reassure her, “It’s simple infatuation, darling, nothing more. I’m sure it’ll blow over in no time.”