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| The Adventure of the Blue Chrysoara; And Pink Scarlett | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 12:30 PM (1,397 Views) | |
| ♣ Alistor | May 20 2018, 08:53 PM Post #76 |
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Chrysoara jumped as Scarlett fired the gun. He hadn’t been expecting such aggressive interrogation tactics from her. Of course, they were learning more. The problem was, Chrysoara could tell the priest was absolutely terrified -despite the fact that he was drunk. This fear was present before his commander fired the gun and didn’t seem to stem from the assault only moments ago. No, Chrysoara could tell that something about this group deeply terrified the priest. Trying to overpower that sort of fear would be difficult if one was not willing to go to extreme lengths. How far would his commander go? Chrys was surprised she had taken the threats to the level she had so far, but that only meant that he didn’t have a good read on how far she would take things. He blamed the alcohol. “Don’t you understand!” The priest blurred out. Chrys closed his eyes partially to help with his headache but also to better hear the man’s words. Very little stimulation was needed to overwhelm the fishman right now, so blocking out light by closing his eyes was of the utmost importance. “You will never be able to threaten me with what they’d do to me! They’re listening right now -always - and you want me to tell their secrets? Never!” He man blurted as he began to rock back and forth as best he could with the roping. Chrysoara found the actions odd -but expected. He did not expect the man to cradle his head as he did so. That made Chrysoara think that the man was completely and utterly terrified of this organization.if they pushed any further, he may just break completely. “Commander, perhaps we could take a break from interrogation.” Chrysoara said, pausing to contemplate his next words. He needed to figure out a way to get the commander to leave for a bit and let the priest stew in his thoughts for a few hours. He was simply too high strung to continue questioning right now. The problem was that the world still spun a little bit every time Chrysoara moved. So, he wasn’t exactly in a thinking mood. “Maybe we should go meet with this...decca person, now?” Edited by Alistor, May 21 2018, 05:29 AM.
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 21 2018, 06:58 AM Post #77 |
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"Listening now?" She mused to herself, jotting down another few notes in her book as she spoke. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with that information though, and so when Chrys suggested they leave this for later she practically jumped on the chance, though attempted not to show it. He seemed to be noticing things which even she wasn't too sure about, and even managing it in his drunken state. That was both showing that he was impressive with his people skills, but also that chances were this priest was being honest right now. Perhaps he had a den den hidden on his person? It seemed unlikely. She shrugged the idea off for now. "Yeah sure that sounds like a good idea. You, thankyou for your information, we'll be in contact in a little bit" She knew he wouldn't be able to wriggle away, especially considering the pain he seemed to be in and the way he was tied up. No reaching the door handle, not... On his own at least. She looked around the room briefly, before exiting through the door she'd originally entered through. As soon as she was outside she found herself falling to her knees, hurling over the edge into the water. Her body was shaking and her skin suddenly a whole lot more pale. Through half open eyes she stared down at her reflection, once the grossness had passed of course. Her vision around her was blocked by a wall of pink, meaning all she could focus on was her face. Right now, she wasn't comfortable with who she was after that interrogation. She felt awful, but she knew it was what she needed to do. After a few more moments of staring at the water, she stood up and looked back towards the door. "Are you ready for your date?" She attempted to sound cheerful, though wasn't doing an amazing job of it. She still felt awful and if anything she'd simply been reminded that she hadn't even had a decent breakfast. Once Chrys had left his ship and shut the door, she quickly darted past him, tearing a small piece of paper from the back of her notebook and placing it in the crack of the door. When they got back, they would know if the door had been opened, and could prepare if needs be. The ominous warning given about them always watching had her a little on edge. "Alright, shall we go?" She asked, realising that she'd completely dropped the facade of both a marine and a priest at this point, wearing clothing fitting to neither side. She supposed the weapons were a little bit of a giveaway though. It was a shame her weapon of choice didn't particularly scream 'We are here to protect you all', but she wasn't about to start complaining; she liked her rifle. Wandering along back to solid land she thought about things for a moment, before turning back to Chrys once again: "Once we're back I'll sweep up the bottle. Sorry about that..." |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 21 2018, 06:09 PM Post #78 |
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“Ready?” Chrysoara asked, stumbling slightly but managing to stay upright. He was feeling…better? That sounded right, though he was definitely not feeling perfect. He still felt like he didn’t care about social propriety as much as he should. Shouldn’t he have said something about ma’am or commander after that? Whatever. “I’ll never be ready for a date.” Chrysoara made it out of the door and Commander Scarlett ran past him, returning to the ship. She did something with a piece of paper, though Chrys couldn’t fathom what that was. If he was thinking clearly, then maybe he would have been able to figure it out but he wasn’t in a perfect state of mind just yet. It still felt like there was a slight layer of mist hanging over his head. Why couldn’t he think clearly? Oh, yeah. He downed right around two bottles of strong liquor. That would do it to a nineteen-year-old boy who had never had a drop in his life. “Let’s go. Though, this will be bad. I…have never been on a date. What exactly am I supposed to do? Should I just walk in and kiss her? That’s what people do on dates, right? If I do that, then how am I going to get the information we need? We don’t even know who is being targeted, why, from where, or how many have been taken. This woman has all this information and if I go on a date with her then won’t it ruin everything? She won’t really be able to tell us anything if she has jellyfishlips all over her!” Chrysoara blurted out as he reached out and grabbed his Commander by the shoulders – saying far more than he normally would. He also wouldn’t normally lay hands on a Commanding officer, even in a nonviolent manner. It just wasn’t done. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 22 2018, 08:24 AM Post #79 |
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Scarlett wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, once again wandering past Chrys whilst trying not to make too much eye contact. Behind her she could hear his ranting begin, about how he wasn't entirely sure how to go about dating and... She began to smile. He certainly was an entertaining and unique individual. She was a little surprised he'd never really been on a date, but at the same time his professionalism made her wonder if he'd simply never wanted to. Though, alcohol had a tendency to bring out some dormant feelings, so maybe that wasn't it. His past was a little mystery to her, maybe she should ask him a little later. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around and feel another one soon after. Her cheeks reddened a little bit, her eyes slightly red already which made her looks a little bit of a mess. "You'll be fine. You don't need to kiss her or anything, not unless she invites you to of course. Just be yourself" She chuckled a little bit, despite feeling a tad uncomfortable. She supposed Chrys was good at people skills, so cheering her up wasn't improbable. Though, his lack of knowledge on the topic of dating had her wondering how someone that seemed to be good with people, had never actually had a good time with people, if that made sense. He was indeed an oddity, one she wished to learn more about, hopefully when he sobered up a bit. This was going to be completely embarrassing though, but also highly entertaining. As long as he didn't try to kiss the poor priest as soon as he saw her, it'd probably be fine. "She will probably ask about the case and disappearances, but don't be alarmed that's just her being friendly. But uh... Maybe don't mention the guy on your ship unless it comes up. Also, I'll be there with you for moral support. I'll stay out of you two lovebirds' way though don't worry, I'll just take notes on if she mentions anything about the disappearances, y'know? It'll be like I'm not even there" She shot him a grin, though a slightly awkward one due to him trying to look her in the eyes by holding her still. His grip was firm but at the same time she felt like if she needed to she could break out of it. She thought briefly about his mention of kissing though. If he'd never been on a date, then did that mean he'd never kissed someone? She couldn't exactly claim superiority considering she hadn't either though. Almost had, but... The guy turned out to be an arse so she broke it off fairly early. She also shot him in the foot with a pellet gun. That had been a fun summer. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 22 2018, 10:42 AM Post #80 |
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“Okay. Don’t kiss. Got it. Just be myself…wait. Who am I? I’m nineteen! I haven’t exactly explored who I am in great depth just yet!” Chrysoara said, heart beginning to beat quicker. His slightly translucent skin began to turn red as the blood poured through his veins at a quicker than normal pace – bringing heat to his body. It was a weird way of showing that the Jellyfish was anxious and beginning to have his heartbeat quicker than normal. He let his Commander go and sighed. “I just…I’ve spent my life travelling. First as a merchant with my family and then as a marine. Plus, the only other fishman I’ve ever really known were my parents. Humans don’t really…find us attractive. Oh, sure some pirates who attacked us while we travelled would pretend to be interested in me but I was a teenage fishman. They were just after my strength and tried to convince me to join their crew.” Chrysoara shuddered thinking about it. He hated pirates for all they had done to so many poor souls growing up. “I’ve never had the chance to try to get to know someone romantically…it’s….different than trying to decide what they want or if they’re lying to you. Being a merchant makes one pretty good at reading that kind of thing because it’s logical. Romance is anything but logical.” As Chrys talked, they walked. Before long they made it back to the cactihedral. Chrys noticed a slight haste in the way the priests around them moved. It was getting late – as the sun was going down – so perhaps that was the reason for their urgency. He wasn’t exactly able to commit the energy to thinking about that at the moment with his head filled with fog, thoughts of date, and – vaguely – thoughts about their current mission. As Chrysoara spent a good minute staring at the cactihedral, something dawned on him. “I don’t remember which house she said was hers.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 22 2018, 07:35 PM Post #81 |
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Chrys was only nineteen? That didn't sound right. He was big and strong and stuff, and he really didn't look that young. He supposed being a Fishman his body would be different to that of a human's, but she hadn't expected the difference to be that huge. She couldn't think of anyone that young with that sort of body shape after all. That also meant there wasn't a huge difference in age between them... She smiled a little at the thought. They could have been good friends at school or something. They could be good friends now, but that wasn't the point. She was thinking about history and stuff. Scarlett continued to listen as the large Fishman continued to speak about his past and his story. About how he traveled with family and marines, and how pirates had tried to use him. She supposed that explained the whole marine story a little bit better to her. She couldn't help but feel boring in comparison. Chuckling at his comment on romance she pondered to herself how to explain it to someone like Chrys, before finally concluding/remembering she didn't have the foggiest to begin with. She found romance cute but hadn't been at the center of it much, unless you counted unpleasant attention from an unreasonably clingy ex that had totally been in it for things she couldn't even do at the time. She really regretted not aiming about a leg higher from where she did, to save the next girl he flirted with excessively. "It'll be fine Chrys. It comes from the heart, not the head. Just play it cool. Even if you haven't quite found yourself yet, just act like she's a friend or something. Professional but... Kinder. Like a family member I guess!" The two wandered over to the Cactithedral, finding themselves somewhere near the entrance once again. Scarlett slightly covered her face as to avoid attention, due to technically skipping out on duties on her first day. 'I got lost' probably wouldn't work as an excuse. As they stood around, Chrys opted to explain that they didn't know where her house was. The young marine girl paused to think for a moment, attempting to recall what she'd said. It was... Small, and on the right hand side. It wasn't the first, she was sure of that, but apart from that she was struggling to remember. Even putting herself back in the situation of her being laid against the wall had her a little stumped. "Uh... Right hand side. Apparently small. Maybe second or third along? I admit I didn't pay as much attention as I should have. Hopefully something will give it away though, right?" |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 23 2018, 06:32 PM Post #82 |
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Chrysoara listened to his commander. Comes from the heart. Chrys was drunk, sure, but he wasn’t that drunk. What did she mean it comes from the heart? How was one supposed to act from the heart? That made no sense. Everything was supposed to be planned out. Wait, a family member? Chrys did have experience with that. Did that mean he shouldn’t flirt? He definitely didn’t flirt with his mother or father – that would be the epitome of gross. Chrys stood there trying to think as Commander Scarlett went and leaned against the wall. It was odd behavior, but he was sure she had some top-secret reason for it. Were they being watched? Was that she was trying to act nonchalant? Chrys could do that too! He gathered all his energy…and sat down cross legged. His hand propped his head up underneath his chin, as if he was thinking and playing a particularly difficult game of chess. That was the plan, of course. What was more non chalant than a fishman playing a game of chess? Nothing, that’s what. “Oh? Second or third house on the right? Okay” Chrysoara said, grunting as he stood back up and placed his hand on his forehead in a vain attempt to stop the world from spinning. He was feeling okay for the most part – but quick movements such as that one could really make him dizzy still. How would they know which house it was? Chrysoara really had no ideas. This was a village of priests and priestesses, the houses looked practically identical. “Whatever”, Chrysoara mumbled as he walked towards the second house. He would just check both of them. When he made it to the second house on the right, Chrysoara knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence in which Chrysoara began to sing a familiar tune – well, familiar to him. “How to account for his rise to the top? Maaaaan, the man is Non-stop!“ Chrysoara sang, the song was one he had heard while travelling as a merchant with his family. Words to live by. The door opened up. A shrill female voice screamed as Chrysoara felt the wind of the door slamming in front of him. The fishman turned around, eyes wide,” It’s not this one.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 23 2018, 07:18 PM Post #83 |
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Scarlett looked down with a perplexed expression towards Chrys who had just decided to sit down. She concluded very quickly it'd be the alcohol, and simply let him do as he wished. Moments later he was back on his feet though, which made her feel a little bad for him. Half the time when she sat down she never wanted to get back up, so now that standing up probably made him want to hurl... She was glad she wasn't the one that had gotten drunk. Still, it'd make for an entertaining scene when he spoke to Decca and eventually called her 'Mother' and then tried to kiss her moments later. That seemed to be about the direction things were going right now. The duo wandered over to the buildings, coming face to face with a few fairly pretty buildings, despite their slight drab nature. Thinking about it, Decca certainly stood out from the rest of the fairly dreary lot, and it made her wonder who it was she was mourning. Personal details though, and perhaps they'd learn when they met her. Standing a good few steps back from Chrys, she watched with interest as he confidently knocked on the door. It soon became apparent that this was not the right door, as the woman opening the door seemed to have an allergic reaction to his presence or something and after screeching, disappeared rather quickly. How odd. "Are you sure? It might have been her, did you get a good look?" Scarlett decided to tease, wondering if he'd actually fall for her attempt at making him looking even sillier. This totally wasn't bullying though. After all, that would firstly require it to be separate occasions, and this was only one. Oh, and secondly she had no ill intent and she was sure he would find it funny. Heck, if he wanted to prank her he could certainly try. Whilst he made his mind up whether he would try again or not, the pink haired girl looked over towards the next house. It had a few flowers outside and seemed a little better kept than some of the others. That seemed to make more sense, though those flowers could totally have been wild and Decca just hadn't dug them up. That was assuming she'd remembered the details correctly. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 23 2018, 07:32 PM Post #84 |
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“I thought I got a good look.” Chrys said as his lips curled downwards. Perhaps he had been wrong? Though, why would Decca scream when he knocked? “Oh! I was in the armor last time! She might not know I’m a Jellyfish!” Chrysoara turned back around and knocked on the door again. This time, the door opened much more slowly than it had the first time. The woman on the other side was most definitely not Decca Pelson. For one thing, she had brown shoulder length hair. For another, she carried a knife. “Leave me alone, monster!” The woman yelled as she charged forward. Chrysoara was ready for this. In his heightened state of awareness – due in large part to the alcohol – Chrysoara promptly managed to get his legs caught in a heap and fall backwards. The woman, seeing her prey knocked to the ground without having to resort to actual physical violence huffed before turning around and slammed the door yet again. Even on the ground Chrysoara could hear the deadbolt slide on the door. “Yep. Positive it wasn’t her.” Chrysoara mumbled as he turned his head over and hurled again. The tumble had left him dizzy and nauseous, but he felt better after throwing up a bit. Pushing himself to his feet yet again – and avoiding the vomit on the ground – Chrysoara dusted himself off and walked slowly to the third house on the right of the cactihedral. “I’m not going to lie. I really want this to be the right house” Chrysoara said as he walked to the house and completely ignored the flowers and overall better state of repair of the house. Chrysoara rapped his knuckles against the door. “Finally!” A feminine voice rang out as the door swung open. Chrysoara involuntarily flinched but was rewarded with no violence this time. “Oh! I didn’t realize you were a fishman underneath all that armor! Welcome, welcome. Strange garb for a marine, isn’t it? I see that it’s some sort of uniform – just not one that I’ve seen. We don’t get very many marines around here though. Oh, is the pink haired one with you?” The woman said without pausing for breath. Chrysoara would find it quite amazing that she managed to speak so fast and cheerfully without even running out of air. It was like she had some alternate form of breathing that was superior even to a fishman’s – which only helped when they were in the water. “Well, what’re you waiting for. Come in !” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 24 2018, 09:08 AM Post #85 |
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There was something entertaining about Chrys being a jellyfish, but maybe that was the fact that he was drunk and so very much moved like all his limbs were made of... Well, jelly. She watched as the wobbly man moved back towards the door and knocked once again, only for the same incorrect woman to answer. This time she carried a weapon, which was something Scarlett hadn't been prepared for. Instinctively she reached for her gun, only to watch her fellow marine launch himself backwards and hitting the floor, like he'd decided that the ground was his bed after a long day. The woman simply walked back inside and disappeared, which was a relief. This did remind the pink haired marine though, she needed to reload, so she did just that. "It seems that way. Well, onwards and upwards as they say" She chuckled a little nervously, suddenly aware that this island was a whole lot more hostile than she'd realised. Oh and whole lot more racist, which was mean. Sure he looked kinda weird, but what did that have to do with how you treated them? She sighed and watched as Chrys proceeded to puke again, and then wander over to the next house. Well... She supposed that was one way of saying 'Screw you' to a racist: puke on their doorstep. A small smile spread across her face, wandering over to the next building but remaining behind, until the door opened. Thankfully, memory had served right and it was in fact Decca who answered the door this time, proceeding to unload the contents of her lungs in the form of everything that came to mind. She certainly was an excitable one, and wasn't being mean to Chrys. Scarlett instinctively liked her for this reason, and when being called out, nodding in response and stepped forwards. Upon being invited in, the pink haired one simply clapped her fellow marine on the back to encourage him in, gently enough to not cause him to cough up more puke. She wondered how long it would be until it became dangerous apparent that they have a heavily drunk man in their midst, and also how she'd react. At least he had a decent excuse. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 24 2018, 08:04 PM Post #86 |
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Chrysoara walked in, slightly hesitant about doing so but he was encouraged by his Commander’s pat on the back. The fishman – wobbly though he may be – leaned over slightly and whispered in his commander’s ear. “Should we have brought flowers? I think we should have brought flowers” “What was that?” “Nothing!” “Alright! Well, let’s sit down and talk.” Decca said as she led Chrysoara into a small room. Chrysoara was surprised to see that - despite its size – the room was well decorated. It had a multitude of pink colors combined with whites on the walls in floral patterns. There was a white carpet on the floor, and in the middle of the room there were two couches facing each other with a small end table in-between them. Chrysoara did as the priestess requested and sat down at the closest couch. His heart seemed to beat twice as fast as normal as Decca sat in the couch opposite him. Chrysoara was so focused on the priestess that he wasn’t aware where his commander was at the moment. She wasn’t the worst looking woman, though Chrysoara did find that he wasn’t overly attractive to bald heads. He liked hair. It always looked like it would be nice to run his fingers through it – though he never had done so to know for sure. Chrysoara sat in silence until Decca spoke up – which seemed the right move in this situation. She was clearly a very talkative person, so Chrysoara felt like he made the right choice. Of course, he was still a little drunk and very few of his choices had felt wrong in the moment. It was only afterwards when everything went terribly that he found he had made a poor choice. “So, what do you need to know from me? I’m not sure how much you were told.” Decca asked in her same energetic tones. Chrysoara sat there with a furrowed brow as he thought hard about the question. Was she talking about the case or about knowing about her for the date? Which should he go with? “Well, I have been told almost nothing.” Chrysoara said, keeping it vague as to which he was referring to. He hoped it didn’t take him too long to answer, though he felt like it may have. “Were you told anything?” Decca would ask the Commander. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 25 2018, 08:30 AM Post #87 |
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Scarlett flashed Chrys a grin but opted to remain quiet, entertained by him. Despite his lack of knowledge, and the amount of alcohol in his system, he seemed to still have some grasp of romance. Perhaps he'd read it in a book sometime, or maybe he'd heard it growing up. Following the two in, she noticed the fairly small room they were coming too, gently decorated with each item in there serving a location purpose. Not only that, but the colours seemed to match, and even matched her hair. That of course would be a coincidence, but she liked the colour. If she didn't, she wouldn't by dyeing her hair that way. Slowly she placed herself down next to her fellow marine, sitting with a gap apart from them. That was when Decca asked Chrys about the investigation. The atmosphere wasn't tense or awkward, and yet Scarlett still found herself a little uncomfortable with it, possibly thanks to the confused response which was given. Maybe she should have done more to prepare him, perhaps giving him some pep talks and explaining moreso that she'd be using these questions as a guise for her real feelings. It was only when she was referred to that her scheming paused, as she realised she had to genuinely be serious here. "There's... A few leads which have been brought to our attention. Disappearances have been occurring across the island, though we know little about the victims or perhaps any links between them." She paused. Whilst Decca seemed trustworthy, telling her about the New Age Priests as well as the attacks up in the hills/mountains would perhaps be a dangerous move. If she was a double agent for example, she could quite easily ruin any chances at progress on their investigation. On the other hand letting her know could make access to these places a whole lot easier. There was still that guy that thought she had legitimately joined... That could make things awkward. There was also the fact that Chrys could have quite possibly been drooling in the presence of another female, though he'd acted fairly calm so far which was a good sign. She decided to risk it... "Since being on the island, we have both been attacked, each on separate occasions. Ch- Ensign Chrysoara was attacked up in the mountains -are they mountains?- which led to an injury which... And uh, more concerningly there was also an attack within the Cactithedral itself, somewhere which usually would I imagine be fairly safe. These incidents don't appear to be linked, but we have learnt of what appears to be a form of rebel group, I guess you could call it, within the Cactithedral itself. Without jumping to conclusions, I believe these so called New Age Priests may be linked to your disappearances" And breathe! Heavily she inhaled and exhaled, having let out a lot of information and perhaps a few heavy assumptions. The fact she'd nearly been kidnapped herself made her more confident in the fact that these New Age Priests were the kidnappers, and even if they weren't, they weren't particularly good news. She attempted to study Decca's expressions, but in all honesty Chrys seemed like he'd be more capable of that. Or, at least would be if he was sober right now. She felt like her prank could have been taken further, but perhaps she could continue to ship them after she had the information she wished for. She opted to withhold some information though, just... For now. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 25 2018, 09:06 AM Post #88 |
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Chrysoara sat as Commander Scarlett answered the question directed at her. The fact that Decca thought that it was an appropriate question to ask the Commander could mean one of two things, and Chrysoara was unsure which was more likely. The first was that the question referred to the investigation. That seemed to be the route the Commander had taken the question. The other option was altogether more unsettling – though Chrysoara didn’t find the idea absolutely abhorrent as some would. Perhaps Decca was interested in more than males? She could be trying to go on a date with both of them at the same time. On the one hand, that meant she didn’t particularly care for Chrysoara. On the other, the idea was quite appealing – even if it meant sharing….No! That’s a Commander! Still, the lewd thoughts made Chrysoara blush copiously. “New Age Priests? I can’t say I know anything about them. I do know some information about the disappearances, though. Everyone that has disappeared underneath my watch has been a low-ranking priest – normally new to the order. Well, all but one that I know of has been, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I don’t know how much you know about the political climate here but, the position of Head Mourner is open right now. This vacuum has left many vying for the spot. I’ve noticed a particularly large amount of my supporters have gone missing – as have the supporters of a few others who want the Head Mourner position. The theory I am working off is that one of the other priests who want the position are trying to weaken the support of their rivals. However, there is one disappearance that doesn’t follow this pattern. As recently as today, Mourner Agnew Respite has gone missing. He was a priest as well renowned in the order as myself – and was not vying for the position of Head Mourner. At least, he wasn’t trying for the position openly.” Decca spoke quickly, not pausing to breathe until that moment. Chrysoara couldn’t help but think that she was in a rush to get all the words out, though that was difficult to tell with her natural inclination towards speaking quickly and in an excited manner. It was also more difficult since Chrysoara still didn’t feel like he was thinking appropriately. Did she really just want to talk about the case or was she just playing off their answers? Gah! Curse this slight headache and slightly spinning room! “I can show you to Mourner Respite’s last known location – if you would like. Surely we can uncover some information by looking at the place where he may have vanished.” Decca said after taking a breath. Chrysoara couldn’t help but feel like she had paused in order to allow them to interject with some information about making this a true date. Date. Dates had dinners and wine. Well, Chrysoara already had the alcohol part covered but perhaps he could make things better if he made a suggestion that took this off the topic of the investigation? “That would be helpful, but would you like to get dinner beforehand?” Chrysoara asked, though he had no idea if there were any restaurants on this entire island and they couldn’t take her back to his ship due to the priest tied up there. Besides, that would be presumptuous of him. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 25 2018, 09:43 AM Post #89 |
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Decca's information was helpful, and helped provide information. She'd been right to be trusting it seemed, for now. Pulling out hr notebook, Scarlett began to make some brief notes, including about the low ranking priests and the name 'Adnew Respite'. She had a bad feeling about that name, especially due to him disappearing the same day she decided to lug a priest through the Cactithedral to go and be questioned on a marine vessel. Best not to comment on that just yet perhaps. Instead, piece together what she knew. Firstly, the disappearances tended to be within the Priesthood, and tended to be low ranking members of the opposition. So, which priests did not have their followers being kidnapped? That would be what she would have asked, if not for Chrys requesting they go to dinner. Suppressing a chuckle, the pink haired marine spoke up quickly: "We haven't particularly taken a break since arriving. We should have probably considered this beforehand but uhm... Yeahhh" She smiled, hoping that she could play it off a little bit. She could have just left it as an awkward silence, which would have proven much more entertaining, but now she was here the case was beginning to intrigue her, more than she'd anticipated. A classic disappearing mystery, where the villains might not be who they seem. Realising the giddy grin across her face, she forced herself to act a little more serious, especially considering their current topic of conversation. Kidnappings and a date. Wonderful. "But before we do that, just one question... Are there any individuals in the running that haven't had their followers disappearing?" Whilst this didn't seem important if she were to take the New Age Priests as the culprits... It might allow her to find out who else was a part of the group, or even perhaps who was being framed by them. All considerations to take in mind. Looking down at her notes she considered another few possibilities, such as this rogue group actually just being detached completely. If this was the case then this made things more challenging. It would mean this was likely more political than a facade of politics. She scowled at her book for a while, considering her options as the two lovers decided where they'd like to have their first romantic dinner together. 'I'll have some chips' wasn't exactly a foreign term to her, and she'd happily continue thinking whilst they got food or whatever. It seemed unlikely there'd be 'The Holy Fish and Chips Shop' around here though. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 26 2018, 09:29 AM Post #90 |
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Chrysoara waited patiently for a response. Truth be told, he had to wonder why he cared so much. He felt like he was just letting the nervousness and anxiety about being on a date overruling his sensibilities. Of course, the alcohol played a role but Chrysoara was beginning to feel better - almost, but not quite, himself. He was slightly relieved when his commander spoke and took the pressure off him. She seemed to be speaking hesitantly; was she nervous? No, her actions and note taking seemed excited and...almost gleeful? Then why was she speaking so hesitantly? While Chrysoara was struggling to understand her comments, Commander Scarlett shifted the conversation back to the case. Oh. The case. That was why she was hesitant. Chrys has blundered and walked the line of the date rather than the case and that was the wrong thing to do. Commander Scarlett was probably excited about the case but furious at him for valuing this date more than it - despite the fact that she pushed and convinced him that it was a date. He was a fool. A bloody fool. Chrysoara glanced towards Decca and saw an excited and interested face. Clearly the topic of dinner hadn’t thrown her off that badly. “There’s one priest that I haven’t noticed any supporters going missing from. Her name is Tela Flairs. The problem is that we don’t have any registry of every priest. It’s difficult for me to track when supporters of other priests vanish. I really don’t interact with them as often as I probably should. Tela is a nice lady, though. I don’t suspect anything from her - but it is odd that her supporters seem exempt from the kidnappings. As for dinner, I already ate but if you want to get food first, then we can set a time to meet in front of the cactihedral and move on from there?” Decca spoke quickly, without pausing to think about what she was saying. Chrysoara was beginning to get a feel for her and he thought that not thinking about what she was going to say was part of her style. Sadly, she happened to mention that she didn’t want any food. Chrysoara was hungry but he could deal with it. He was more upset that she would eat before a date. That just didn’t make any sense to him - as a lot of things happening right now didn’t. While he was feeling quite a bit better, Chrysoara had to conclude that he was still slightly intoxicated since this situation was far more confusing than it should have been. |
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