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[mournus]

"I think God is going to have to kill me twice." Norwell @ Nachim or one of the other pirates

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"Then may your first death be a tale worth living to tell," he rose his glass, a toast to the other, "my greatest adventure began after I died. Sometimes, the end of something is barely the beginning. If you keep your head on straight, even dying can be exciting, amigo."

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"I'm the friendliest evil person you'll ever meet." -Man with a Pig Mask @ your choice

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A smile full of intrigue spread across Kaho's face. He loved when people like this wandered into his bar. Sometimes they fought like a maniac in the fighting ring below, sometimes they just watched the chaos. But always, always, they were good company. Kaho had grown out of daily fighting for the pure sake of bloodshed himself, but he could appreciate seeing it in another. He saw it plenty in this 'Pig' opposite him.

"Then it would be a waste for us to part ways without become well acquainted," he leaned back, beckoning one of his staff members behind the bar, "your next drink is on the house, choose whatever you like. In exchange for nothing more than a story. Your story. I'm dying to hear it."

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Leila blinked at him in boredom. It was a shame. He really was handsome. If only he had an attractive personality too. That would be asking too much of a man, though.

"Why don't you dare to define what being ladylike means. Let me hear it. Go on."

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“That's how it is with us. Even our worst enemies in time become precious.”

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"Clear the bench!" Nachim ordered, and the pair of his pirates in his headquarters quickly set to work. They moved the boxes and papers that were on there and allowed Nachim to kneel and lay the one in his arms down. A member of the navy crew they'd only recently escaped from. The uniform, the face... it was all too recognisable.

"Hey," he patted his face, "hey, look at me, are you conscious?" ice formed in his palm, and he pressed it right up against the stranger's throat, willing the sudden coldness to jolt him into alterness.

[unavernales]

"if not out of the simple goodness of your heart, then perhaps your own self-interest might be sufficient motivation." From Damien to Noel or Lennox

the dhampir's large eyes narrow, suspicious and unsure. if there's anything noel hates to do, it's promise. goodness, she detested even the possibility of being held up to face consequences. to face any obligations that did not include sitting pretty with their favorite tea set or venting on their blog.

"i do not get my hands dirty." noel clarifies. it's not an option. they refuse to ruin a perfectly good pair of boots. it is, however, not a no. no matter how frequently noel turned their nose up at other supernatural creatures, finding them foul and smelling of spoiled bone, there is something to be said about the solidarity of hybrids. or, there should be, shouldn't there? no one on this earth understood feeding the beast scraps of yourself in hopes it won't swallow you whole. no one on this earth understood digging through your own shell with your teeth.

"i do nothing myself. i have delicate sensibilities." noel makes a dismissive motion with a gloved hand. "but if you are in need of a financer," they suck their teeth, "of any sort. i am willing." they take a sip from their tea before delicately dabbing a handkerchief at their lips. "how is the family business? how's your father?"

[antioceas]

“You need both legs to run, why don’t I break one?” -Pig to anyone

"Nopleasenopleaseplease" The words flew out of her lips in a panicked blur. She desperately tried to scramble back, as far away as she could get from the pig-masked man. Tears flooded her eyes and cheeks.

"I'm not going anywhere? I'm not running! See? Not running!" After a second, Eirena desperately pulled her legs up under her as if that would be enough to protect them.

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“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.” ― Oscar Wilde

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"Deadly." offered with deadpan seriousness before he laughed, "You look like you've seen a ghost." a hand waved in front of the admirable admiral's face. "What's so surprising? I do more good in this world than you and your crew does. How many slaves have you set free? How many villages have you liberated? You people think you know everything."

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❛ you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? ❜ Axel to Nachim

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Nachim naturally had a way with faces and people, but it was even harder to forget this man.

His ship looked inconspicuous to humans, hidden with a glamour to look like a mere yacht. But this yacht had no registration, no broadcast hardware, no clearance. However it looked, it didn't take much digging to find out the truth. Nachim didn't want the truth hidden, anyway. Being hidden would not benefit him.

Eyebrows raised at the other. No human could infiltrate a ship like Nachim's. All of their might and all of their weapons were futile against his crew of demons, witches, druids. It was a pointless fight. He supposed it was admirable that they attempted, despite all of that. His ship had plunged downwards into the ocean, escaping their line of fire and their angry gazes.

"I'm offended, Admiral," the captain's smile grew across his face, "is it that easy for you to forget the pirates who got away? You didn't just threaten me, your crew tried to shoot me."