ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ.

A roleplay blog for the RPG NEVER. Add another flame to our forest where big bellied whales keep us chanting. We're slapping fireflies for tiny dancers where the children creep. Until the morning when the sun does seep into our fair flesh. Written by Vada.

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“Is that so?” Anna asked with a cocked brow and a poorly concealed grin. She rolled her lips between her teeth in an attempt at fighting off the laughter that threatened to spill out. She was obviously not buying his explanation one bit.

“What did you kiss exactly? The underside of the ship? I didn’t know we had a keelhauling scheduled for today.” She winced at her own joke. Maybe discussing acts of torture with her youngest crew mate was in poor taste. Not that pirates were known for their decorum...

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‘ We all know what you’d do, though, don’t we?’

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❝ Oh, yes, and what, pray tell, is it that you think I would do if this situation was reversed? What insights could you possibly think you have? ❞

Anna hadn’t meant to land herself so deep inside enemy territory, although she supposed they thought anything outside of the cove was theirs and she had intentionally set out to explore more of the island so, no, maybe she had meant to end up in enemy territory, but she certainly hadn’t meant to land herself in one of their traps. Responding in such a scathing way wasn’t her best plan all things considered, but she’d already had to cleave one of those damnable mosquitoes in half already and its bodily acids coating her cutlass had soured her mood quite a bit. Being caught in a trap did nothing to improve it. She could have gotten herself out of it with little to no trouble, but the heathen’s presence did complicate things.

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‘ We all know what you’d do, though, don’t we? ’ - from Kane

the coldest girl in coldtown starters

It felt as though the sun had only set a short time ago but the dark of night pressed in on their bonfire. She’d been so wrapped up in their exchange of war stories, so to speak, that she had hardly felt the passage of time at all, but then what did time really mean considering the nature of the island. That was one thing she did appreciate about Neverland, things felt considerably less rushed here than anywhere else she'd been. She did like to keep herself busy and productive, but it was nice to feel the calm now and then. She smiled around the bottle of spirits at her lips.

❝ Please tell me this isn’t the part where we start doing impressions of each other….My voice couldn’t get deep enough. ❞

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Was there ever a goal or an accomplishment you feel like you missed out on or would have like to have completed instead of being a pirate?

honesty week

❝ There was a time when I was young that I’d watch the older girls in my social circle be swept into temporary marriages with the foreigners who came to our port with envy. When the foreigners went back out to sea, the girls got to do the whole thing over again with someone new. It seemed thrilling at the time, but my father’s religion and world views dictated that my path would be different from theirs and perhaps if that hadn’t been so, I might not have felt compelled to turn to piracy in the first place. It might have been nice to keep a home and build a family, but I imagine it would have been a lot less exciting. ❞

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nod

Nod smiled at Anna’s laugh.  It was the reason he acted so ridiculous sometimes, so maybe for a moment he could make people laugh and distract hem form the fact hat they were stuck on an island with crocodiles and killer children. He blinked at Anna’s questions and answered the one that he could. “Yes, there is a swamp. I just said that. But I uhm,” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “I’m not entirely sure what that word means, so I’m not sure how many there are.“  Nod had spent his entire life on this island, and knew how to read a little only because one of the pirates when he, James, and Charlie had first joined the pirates had taught him a bit. Not enough to know what all of the words that Anna said were though. He enjoyed learning them though. 

Anna gave him a look that teetered between amusement and snark at his insistence that there was, in fact, a swamp. But that look melted away as he kept speaking. She didn’t purposefully choose words that would throw others off. It was just what naturally fell from her mouth. Having had private tutors as a child had been a blessing and a curse and while she could put on airs and sound the part of pirate at the drop of a hat, it wasn’t something she liked to do for long periods of time. Besides, it felt insulting, like she underestimated the others and thought she needed to water things down for them and that just wasn’t the case. "Biomes are...” She pursed her lips for a moment trying to decide how best to define them, “Different types of terrain. Like how the mountains are colder and have different plants and animals than say a swamp. The sea is a biome and the forest is one too.”

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What's the story with Bowen the Bloody, huh?

honesty week

❝ Where’d you hear that name? What do you know of it? ❞ The story of how she’d come to be a pirate wasn’t one she liked to tell. Even with how openly she shared her history with others, that was one part she preferred to gloss over. She would say only that she’d run away to flee an arranged marriage and that was that. The particulars were ugly and she didn’t care to have them tied to her name, even if she knew Bowen had played a large part in shaping her into the woman she was and for that she was thankful.

There’d been a time when she’d thought she had loved the pirate captain. An incredibly stupid time when the culture shock of the marauder lifestyle had mixed with her blossoming teenage rebellion and created a haze of adoration that had so deeply impaired her judgment. She had never loved him. He’d always been a wretch. It was the courage his infamy had afforded her that she had actually loved. That feeling of being untouchable had been intoxicating, seductive and she’d done things she would forever regret while under its influence. 

They’d both taken too much from one another and expected too steep a price in return.

It was funny, looking back on her days spent aboard that damnable ship now. He was the one whose name had made others tremble and yet she had been the crueler of the pair. 

❝ Bowen the Bloody is nothing more than a coward and I can only hope he’s succumbed to hemp fever by now. ❞

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Who's your favorite crew mate?

honesty week

❝ I try not to play favorites….They’re all dear to me for different reasons. Each one has a knack at a different sort of companionship, a different practical purpose. Some mend physical ailments, some lift spirits, some drown in spirits….Some renew hope and some steel strength. Perhaps the longer I spend with them the harder it will be not to favor some over others. But for now, I’m happy just being a part of the whole. ❞

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You can get rid of all the members of one group in Neverland. Which group would you get rid of?

honesty week

❝ If forced to choose….I would get rid of the Lost Boys as they are terrors by choice and not nature. However, they have more of a rightful claim to the island than I do, so I wouldn’t exactly feel good about it and would rather abstain for exterminating any group altogether if that’s an option. ❞

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Do you ever question why you attack children all the time?

honesty week

❝ I don’t question it at all. Because that simply isn’t something I do. I don’t go looking for children to knock down. But if someone is coming at you and means harm, no one in their right mind is going to stand there and just take it. The only factor age plays when it comes down to your life or theirs is how quickly they can move and how long it will take to deplete their endurance. ❞ 

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isadora

The solvent seemed to be doing its job, as the hardened grime was slowly starting to give, making it slightly possible for Isadora to remove it with the old rag and some elbow grease. As she listened to Anna’s reply, Isadora nodded knowingly in empathy. It wasn’t that she presumed to know Anna’s pain, emotional or otherwise, plenty of the crew had their own skeletons in their own closets, but as brothers-in-arms, that also meant they agreed to share those skeletons so that it was perhaps slightly less lonely facing them when they made themselves known.

Isadora knew only what Anna was willing to share of her past and she had no intention of prying, but perhaps it was the respect or the sisterly reverence Isadora had regarded Anna with, that compelled her to continue.

“Ah, one of those?” She smiled softly. Some wounds tended to be more bothersome than others and not always because of their severity, but sometimes because of the memory attributed to them. “I know Tristan would probably tell you to rest and drink water, but…” Isadora paused, taking the opportunity to pull out a small flask given to her as a gift, filled with an old ration of liquor. She gestured the flask towards Anna in an offering. “I find that this is sometimes better medicine.”

“Aye, one of those.” Anna echoed with a self-deprecating chuckle. It was silly, really, that she even let it trouble her. But acknowledging the silliness of it didn’t make her feel any less troubled. She looked up from the cannon and toward Isadora as she spoke again, the corners of her lips tugged upward a bit. “That is precisely what Tristan would say,” Another chuckle, “And he wouldn't be wrong, but I much prefer your plan.”

Anna tossed the handkerchief down onto the deck, abandoning her task for the time being, and reached for the offered flask. Heaving a sigh, she took a hefty swig and passed it back.

“It’s a trifle, really.” Anna wasn’t sure who she was trying to fool more, Isadora or herself. It was easily one of her worst scars, but there she was claiming the exact opposite. “It’s hardly the worst wound I’ve suffered, and the ache is dull and should be easy enough to ignore. The memories it brings with it aren’t quite so easy to disregard however...” Anna shifted so that her back was pressed into the side of the ship and gave Isadora another pained smile. She felt a swell of gratitude, not for the liquor although it hadn’t hurt, but for the camaraderie she’d found in her crewmates. She tipped her head back to look up at the stars. “Suffice it to say, not every crew I’ve sailed with have been as savory as you lot.”

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callisto

“ of course i still want it.” callisto responded instantly even if she was slightly confused by this woman’s questions. the female pirate seemed just a little too curious about the mermaids intentions and callisto clearly didn’t enjoy feeling like she was being interrogated. “ i want everything.” that certainly wasn’t a lie — everything she couldn’t have she wanted and whether or not her previous statement about getting whatever her heart desired eventually was true or not that was not for the pirate to know. “ what do you want? is there any special reason you feel the need to vex me?”

“I want a great many things,” Anna admitted, looking out to where the sky and sea met far off in the distance, squinting against the sun. “Not everything, like you say, but....” She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air. She was plenty greedy, she wouldn’t deny that, but to say you want it all.....well, that just didn’t seem healthy. It always seemed like a wonderful weakness to catalog for use at a later date should she find herself needing it. “I want nothing you can give me. Not that I think you’d be willing to share if I did....I’m only curious. I’ve traveled all over the seas, but I’ve never met a mermaid until I came here. Can I be blamed for having questions?”

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What's the story behind your best scar?

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❝ Fish hook. I was holding it my mouth while I tended to the line, it got pulled and I got this scar on my bottom lip. It’s my favorite scar. ——Best story: I landed myself in a cell waiting for the day my hanging would be held, I pulled the small blade I’d braided into my hair that no one had bothered to check for and sliced my palm. I used the blood to make it seem like a larger injury than it was and started screaming. When someone came to shut me up, he saw I was injured and immediately opened the cell to help. I slammed his head hard enough against the iron bars that they dropped, out like a light, tore off a bit of his shirt to wipe off the blood and wrap the wound. I walked right out. It’s a faint scar, but my favorite story because of the simplicity. Bless ‘em, I do love the fools who underestimate women. It makes it so easy. If a man had pulled the same stunt, you know they would have let him bleed out before they’d have opened the cell. ❞

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Thoughts on Hook?

honesty week

❝ He’s the best captain I’ve sailed under, and I’ve sailed under my share of captains. Some were cruel, others fumbling and incompetent idiots, most too greedy and too bigoted for their britches. But Hook seems worthy of my respect. ❞

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If you could leave, start all over again, would you?

honesty week

❝ No. I wouldn’t consider it even for a second. I’ve seen enough of the world to know that there is nothing for me out there. My choices have brought me to where I am and I stand by them wholly. ❞

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For one week, any anonymous questions you receive that are directed at your muse must be answered honestly. You can do this in character or out of character as long as the answer is truthful. This is an exciting way for the rest of the group to peer inside the mind of your muse and it makes for some great reflection and character development for you!

As with tasks, participation in these Honesty Weeks are by no means required. It’s meant to enrich your rp experience here at NEVER RPG, not stress you out. This is not homework. You won’t be graded. You know the drill. If you would like to participate, just reblog this post onto each character’s blog that you’d like to receive questions for. That way people who have questions can easily tell if you’re playing or not. You have all week to send anons and answer any questions you receive; be sure to tag them with #NRPG Honesty! Have fun!!

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‘  People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.  ’

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Anna really should have been more surprised at the conversation she was having than she was. She seemed to have a knack for striking up discussion over philosophical quandaries with the unlikeliest of people. She’d blame the island, but it was a quirk that had followed Anna throughout her life.

“Death is the leading cause of dying from what I understand.” She agreed with a trace of humor, “But you’re right. We are fragile. Try as we might not to be…” She looked up, studying the small woman backdropped by the forest’s greenery, a bit uneasy in her presence. At least their conversation seemed safe enough…if a bit bleak, but then she hadn’t taken up piracy for the sunshine and rainbows of it all. “All the more reason to take chances. If you’re fragile and bound for death one way or another, you might as well take risks when they present themselves.”