Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Ugh, mornings are the worst."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

The blue sky stretching out around him, as the drawn cotton buds of the occasional fluffy white cloud hung sporadically in the sky around his eyes, a gull felt the rush of wind ruffling his feathers and knew that he was home. Ocean spreading beneath his body as the lofty air kept his frame above it, if a bird’s beak could grin, then this one certainly would have been beaming as it glanced downward to the glistening delight beneath, the golden sun making each and every rippling wave look like a treasure in a pile as big as the world. Unfortunately, birds can’t smile. The rigidity of a beak was probably a disadvantage in this regard, and yet it did not dampen the spirits of this animal. There was something so liberating about soaring through the sky, so freeing about flight that seemed to be an eternal updraft to emotion for those who could engage in the act. When one was carried by their wings through the clear and potent road that was the air, a soul could go wherever it wished to be carried, soaring so majestically that each and every creature that took to the skies knew that it was the envy of everything beneath. Truly it was a majestic way to live for our hero, a seafaring bird by the name of Jonathon Livingston. An odd name for a bird, I know, but we’ll get to how he got it in due course.

Wait. Just a moment. Huh. Apparently our hero isn’t a seagull at all? I have to say this is embarrassing, and honestly, a little disappointing. The life of this lone gull is probably far more interesting than that of some apish thing on land. I mean, what sort of name is ‘Merry Lee Carmine’, anyway? She sounds like an idiot to me. Ah well, I guess we better had get on with the story.

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Birds… So noisy… Groaning against the fluffy whiteness not of a cloud but rather a pillow, a young woman whose white hair was as feathered as any bird’s quill clenched her eyes shut as gulls screamed overhead, calling out to one another about whatever joys seemed to fascinate them at the time. While the woman in a more waking state might have looked up at such happy drifters with a sense of kinship and envy, as she was currently trying to engage a slovenly habit of sleeping in, she was anything but considerate to their plight.
“Shut up, bastards! Trying to sleep…” Worse than an alarm clock, the cries and calls of the excitable animal known as the raucous crow of the sea by pretty much no one were something of an eternal reminder that a life lived aboard a boat was not without hardships of its own. Noisy animals and stupid idiots trying to climb into someone else’s bunk because you got on the wrong boat were the norm, and then there was the weather.

Who knew that it rained so much when out on open water? Not to mention the fact that if you took a fairly decent stretch of eye resting you tended to wake up god knows where. That was a bit of a lottery really, sometimes you ended up on islands with natives that wanted to make you their chief, and others where they wanted to eat you. Oh right, there was also that mad bunch that even wanted to eat you then make you the chief. How would that even work? Would it just be like the bones were the chief? I suppose it isn’t important to the story, really, just remember that sailing around as your whims take you isn’t all getting drunk and finding adventure, just mostly that.

Freakin… Birds. The cacophony the seagulls wove together in the skies above denying Merry Lee Carmine the extra mile of shuteye she had hoped would cure the pounding head she suffered from last night’s drinking, the girl was forced to consider an alternative means of alleviating her ills.
Good ol' reliable… An eye opening as she fumbled with ham hands for something on the dresser next to her bed, the messy young miss clawed a half full bottle of brown liquid into her lips and gulped a swig or three down, feeling the mild heat of the spicy liquid relax her body and flopping onto her back.
Warms a girl in all the right places… Cuddling the bottle like a teddy bear, the chest of the silver haired girl swelled and relaxed slowly as she tried to wake herself up, her eyes slowly slipping open and staring at the ceiling above her for several moments as she let her brain kick into a higher gear. This was, of course, not a fast process. While the brain of Merry Lee was not equipped with a whole lot of gears to discover, that didn’t seem to shorten her transition between them, a migration that was also not helped by her current mixture of hung over and tipsy. The balance wasn’t quite right, and so for several minutes as the bottle she sipped at levelled her degree of intoxication to ‘functional’, the young woman was happy to lazily let herself enjoy the comforts of her bed.

I guess spending the whole day in bed might be a little bit of a waste… Bottle passed back to the side of her bed as her body and mind finally seemed to find a way to agree with one another, with a stretch the young woman sat up in her bed, the sheets that had kept her snug and warm in her slumber slipping away to reveal a slightly off white shirt beneath and buttoned so loosely it barely ensnared her chest. Palm digging into her face and turning around one of her eyes, the seafarer dragged her pinkish mitt back through the silvery white locks sprouting messily through her hair, flattening out the strayness that her sleep had cause, well, a bit of it.
Why do the mornings always have to be so hard? Yawning, tiny jewels of liquid in the corners of her eyes as the girl stretched again, with a half-asleep expression that seemed to persist most days throughout the light and until she found her bed again, Merry looked around her bedroom-cum kitchen cum bathroom, wondering what she should do next.

I suppose I could use some breakfast… Vision settling on the stove and sink her little piece of freedom possessed, the girl tried to look through the pans, pots and plates that were left in the water bowl, trying to decide if she had enough clean stuff left to whip a meal together.
Ah, no, wait. Don’t have any food… Realizing her crockery situation was irrelevant because of the bareness she recalled in her cupboards, the girl regretted the alcohol fuelled feast that her lack of sobriety had deemed she should create the night before, the mess in the sink being the remains of a meal that had cleaned off almost every supply she could find.
Or do I? Come on Merry, you’re smart enough to have saved something delicious, right? Flopping from her bed still in her ‘pajamas’, as the young woman strolled across the floor on her hands and knees, lower half covered only by a pair of pink panties peeking from the bottom of her shirt, she pulled her cupboards open to discover what she hoped she may have squirreled away. Dust the only things she could find lining the shelves of the first doors she tried, all thoughts of lapping up such a disgusting item disappeared as the third door finally revealed something of relatively edible quality.

Jackpot… Smiling sinfully as she pulled the only thing left in her food stores from her last cupboard, with a satisfied smile the girl stood and removed the lid of a jar, and saw no need to stand on the ceremony of eating irons as she stuffed a finger straight into it.
That’s what I’m talking about… Pushing a creamy finger wrapped with a slightly paste-like yellow sauce into her eating hole, the girl smiled as she tasted the smooth intensity of hot English mustard, it’s taste like heaven compared to prospect of eating dust bunnies. Moaning softly she went in for another finger of hornet yellow cream, the call gave a grin as she pulled her digit from her mouth with a pop, having always had an odd fondness for the intense palette experience that was mustard. Like a party in her mouth where everyone was setting fire to the furniture, the blazing hot pulp was certainly waking her up much better than the rum, even if it wasn’t exactly the most filling of substances…

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Merry Lee ~ 960018 / FFFFF0 (Alternate)

[Roin]

While some parties were just getting up and eating breakfast, even if some of them were choosing weird ones, there was one party specifically going on that had started earlier in the morning with just one man... and very quickly, it had turned into quite the little morning shindig! Babes, food, and surf were the main attraction, and two of those three were being provided by a rather out of place fellow... a red-haired, shadowed gentleman that had been making meals for any of them who came by.

Fer, a board as unique as any pirate's ship, was resting with its tail buried slightly into the sand, providing shade from the sun for the beach bum's "kitchen". A grill had been brought down from some person's place, the coals within roasting a large selection of fish and crab. The first had been caught by the cook earlier when he awoke and surfed the early, small tides... but the second had been grabbed up because the shelled bastards came out to try and find the food that had been cooking.

With some of the crabs nearing completion, and a few people wandering closer to investigate, the surfer smiled and quickly used a poker one of them had brought down. The initial food he'd been making had been done over a fire and with a stick... but why not be a bit clean if the supplies were provided to do so? The moment the bastards were in the metal preparation and cooling section of the grill, with eyes fixed and mouths watering... the cook rose and turned, grabbing his board.

"Y-You aren't gonna break it open? You went through the work of seasoning all this food and cooking it, so it's only right-"

Everyone jumped at the loud crack and splitting of the crab's shell, cheering and forgetting the commentator's previous statement. The cook had used his board's clean, metal bottom to smack the little bastard's shell open, revealing the beautifully cooked creature's bounty. The process repeated a lot faster as Fer was brought down and then back up while the man slid another crab onto the spot. As fast they were cracked, people scooped them up and onto plates. No one was eating yet, however, watching the show until the man got the last crab off and cracked open. Reaching out and grabbing the poor sucker, the red-head simply used his board as a plate, holding it between his body and an outstretched hand like a person holding a bin.

"Man, you guys sure are a patient bunch... this island isn't that bad! I can cook, surf, and eat to an audience!"

The situation could only have left the guy smirking, at last taking an offered fork. A hearty stab and twist into the cooked crab led to the surfer getting to enjoy a mouthful of his work... and immediately, he grinned. The crowd imitated it, but they all decided to laugh and cheer as well. They could cook the rest, the surfer turning and starting to the water while quietly dining on-the-go.

Briseur, you sure know how to outdo yourself... now you get to surf and enjoy a meal!

This island was far too peaceful for him to consider doing anything to. How long had it been since he set out from Karate Island now? It was hard to say... but the only thing he did know was that the waves were good regardless of where he had gone. This Blue was nice and the waters nicer... why not live it up while he follows his lead and tries to find the Revolutionary Army?

A final bite and the man stuffed the fork into the mostly emptied crab, tossing both from Fer's metal bottom with a flick. Quickly turning it over with a flick of his hand, the man caught it by its side, shifting it from the front of his body to the side. Splashes at his feet made it obvious to anyone what the man was doing... but it was only as people stopped eating and finally saw him outside of the shade of his board and the glare of the sun. The awesome cook was a rather rough-looking surfer, regardless of his physical fitness, and sported two decently-sized wings growing from his back. Throwing Fer into the water, Briseur leaped on rather than lower down to his body like a normal surfer might. A tap of his back heel clicked the dials, blowing sand free from them before humming loudly. With everyone watching in awe... the cook's identity had shifted successfully into just another beach bum...

Today... is gonna be a good day, baby!

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Lazy days are the hardest ones to plan..."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

“Uuuuyaaahhhh…!” A yawn drawn from the residual grogginess she felt as the pirate stepped out into the morning light, while she had ‘traded’ her mustard to see a return of her rum filled bottle within her grip, little else about the young woman’s appearance had changed since stepping out of her bed. Eyes opened only to the narrowest of passages as the brightness of the day cascaded her retina, it had to be say that Merry Lee Carmine stepped onto the open deck with only a scant regard for humility, her flesh barely covered by the low buttoned shirt and fuchsia drawers peeking out from the bottom, much of her legs and chest exposed as she strolled across the few paces she called her ‘patio’ and reached for a flattened chair that had been strewn in the night. Onlookers perhaps missing the chance for an eyeful of her rear as she leaned forward to scoop the item off the deck, it was perhaps to the benefit of those who might be made to blush that the girl had elected to tie her boat up away from the town’s main port, slipping into a small inlet a half mile or so from the outskirts of civilization and affording herself a privacy that she probably didn’t care for.

Such a bright day… Huffing slightly as she slumped into the unfolded seat and placed her beloved bottle on the wooden boards next to her, Miss Carmine pulled her forearm over her brow as she looked at her surroundings in the daylight, having arrived not long after dusk had begun to fall. Rocky outcrops building alongside a small trail of well-trodden earth extending into the island, the girl eased herself into her chair in an entirely unladylike fashion as she noted that she might not have been the only person to use this bay in the recent past, she had to say that the scenery around her was sorely lacking. Patches of grass blooming from the rocks that surrounded her personal little ‘port’, aside from stone and dusty ear there was little more of note in this characterless little cove, not even something as interesting as a set of flowers or a birds nest to snare her attention from the dull mix of green and grey around her.

Sooo… What’ the plan for the day? Certainly, while the young woman appreciated a lazy day of bathing in the sun as much as any often idle minded soul, she at least would be wanting for something to occupy her mind. Not really the type to peruse a novel as she wasted the daylight hours, while the rum beside her chair seemed as if it was certainly a temptation, the warmth that the early sun possessed was certainly a warning against that. Skin seeming to tingle as she recalled the last time she’d gotten a little tipsy in the morning and fell asleep, the sting of sunburn was a reminder that while copious quantities of booze where rarely a bad thing, their place was not when a girl was lazing in a warm sun alone.
Maybe some fishing? Mentally scanning the range of options for entertainment she had whilst sailing her ship, the cozy little craft travelled light on a game room or entertaining amenities of any degree, though she could have always used the boat for its birth purpose. Bought from a fisherman looking toward retirement, her ‘White Rogue’ had come with quite a collection of nets and lined sticks for the purpose of snaring aquatic animals, and Merry did think she had become quite adept with them by now. Fooling around with them more for some form of amusement when she was bored, the girl had gradually developed a small hobby in the humble art of catching fish, deriving no small degree at her catches and loving to strengthen her stores with the bounty of the ocean.

Mmmm, some mustard mackerel sound good… Culinary range perhaps not as broad as some of her other skillsets, while the woman’s cooking skill mostly revolved around blackening flesh to eatable status and balancing the burned bits with overly applied sauce, she couldn’t help but feel her tummy rumble as she thought of one of her personal treats.
Or mustard mullet… As delicious as half a jar of finger forked mustard had been, the girl had to confess that it was perhaps not as filling as any form of basic foodstuff really, and before long she was licking a stray saliva strand from her lip as she contemplated her brunch.
Could certainly go for a second breakfast or something… Hand snaking beneath her shirt and stroking her growling gut to try and settle it, Merry Lee pulled her rum into her lips and took a long slurp from her bottle, hoping that the liquid would at least keep her hunger busy until she had such a time as to sate it. Fishing was, after all, a slow and often unpredictable process and she also had no real clue where she had left her rods.
Wonder what sort of fish they even get in these parts? Peering over the bow of her boat and into the salty water that sloshed around its walls, the girl tried to scan the water and see if she could figure out the local marine fauna, eyes rolling over the crisp and shining waves with little power to penetrate their surface.

Didn’t Alexei say that each of the blues had completely different fish? Memory recalling a time in the years before when a man of prominence on her pirate ship had regaled herself and several other newbies with the stories of the other seas he had travelled, Merry could recall at the time having been a little surprised to realize she had never really considered this a possibility. Never really concentrating too much on animals, particularly those hidden away by the waves, she had never really stopped to wonder what sort of beasts lay in the deep waters of other lands until that point, but now that she had begun a fledgling career as an amateur fisherwoman, the girl couldn’t help but find a mild fascination with the subject.
And some people even say there is some sea somewhere that was like a mixing pot for em? Big Blue or something? Mind falling into reminiscence as she to no avail continued to try and search for signs of fish sitting beneath the choppy waters around, the girl’s eyes scanned the rolling surface of reflected sky more out of whimsy than intent. It was in this vague, lazy scanning of the sea that she clapped her eyes on something that was of far greater interest than simple fish.

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Merry Lee ~ 960018 / FFFFF0 (Alternate)

[Roin]

The thing of interest? Who could say what it was... perhaps it was the surf kicking up as if on some schedule, or perhaps it was the hum of a strange contraption... but these things did carry one thing of basic interest.

Briseur's dials changed their intensity with minute changes to the switch that enabled the shell-devices, each slight alteration of the heel either booming or allowing the hum to die down. Small, unworthy waves crashed and spilled over the lip of the fearsome board, the Shandian controlling the board without remotely lowering. How many times had people of this Blue mentioned Briseur's amazing sense of balance, there was no way to count... but this was the bare basics of balance required to ride much of the Dial craft of his people. The red-head had already ventured a fair bit away from the standard shore where spectators had been... and at last, the winged man felt comfortable riding the waves.

All I need to do is wait-

The front of the board dipped and moments later brought the tail down to match it once more. An inexperienced seafarer wouldn't notice the sign of this... but it meant there was a wave forming... and what a wave it was. Within seconds, Briseur's eyes caught sight of a low rolling, wide behemoth. A quick smirk and full push of the button later, the board roared onward, Fer strafing along the wave. By some horrible luck, the man hadn't seen the small ship and the mostly naked woman aboard it... but by some good luck, the wave began to climb and break just as the surfer reached the optimal speed. Turning to angle with the wave, the rear of his metal-bottom board got "grip" as the churning force took hold.

Little good happened after that. Despite rising up and getting on the wave... the wave's course had quickly carried him and started toward Merry's vessel. All within that moment of feeling great and enjoying the wave... Briseur had immediately panicked at the sight of the waking woman and her ship, the motion causing the board to shake. The rider had to be confident, even if they rode on instinct from experience after all. Thrown sideways, the man grabbed and attached the armband while the wave's lower portion slammed into the railings and rushed to soak the alcoholic, mustard-eating spectator. What happened to Briseur you might ask? Both Fer and the Shandian slammed face-first into the nearby "home" portion of the vessel, the wall thankfully not folding to the sheer force of the duo.

"Ch... ch..."

Even after the time at the beach, this had officially gone from his best day... to quite possibly one of the worst since arriving in the entire Blue Sea.

[OOC: Short, to quickly unite the two >:X no more mustard! *flexes fingers*]

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"I'd give it a seven out of ten for style..."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

“What is that…?” Brow furrowing as she slipped forward, Merry Lee Carmine’s eyes focused on the blooming plume of water that seemed to explode out of the surface of the sea, rising out in front of it seemed to be a stalk? A bit like a tree rising from the waves, there seemed to be a strange shape protruding from the ocean surface and heading straight toward her, a dark figure against the crisp and reflective sea that grew in both size and detail at an alarming rate.
If that’s a fin, that’s gotta be the biggest, weirdest shark ever… Elbow resting on her knee as she tried to identify the shape that sprouted from the kicked up surf, it was only as it drew nearer to her that the young woman spotted the sight of what seemed to be a large man riding some sort of steel shield, remaining cool and collected in her observation as she took in the form of this person rather than worrying about her own safety. Alarmed initially when she thought that this was some beast of the deep, while the girl probably should have given a concern to her own safety as the rocketing raft hurdled toward her, but all she could do was sit in shock and amazement at what was unfolding.

What the hell is that thing he’s riding…? Eyes passing down the male frame’s figure and to his feet, as the speed and surf implied the object was of some considerable power, the white haired woman couldn’t help but feel her eyes stalk as she tried to figure it out. Neither by ship nor rowboat or even swimming, passing over the ocean’s surface was rarely a speedy activity, nor yet did this person seem to be dashing along the waves with all the speed and polish of a flying fish.
It looks pretty cool, I wanna try it! Grinning as she gazed at the flat chariot upon which Poseidon himself would have felt a pimp riding, the girl bit into her lip with envy at the pace and grace with which this young man seemed to be able to glide across the water, her idle mind finding great excitement in the prospect of what looked to be such a new and thrilling activity. Glancing from the rider to his self-propelling surfboard, Miss Carmine could almost feel the spray of the ocean in her face as she watched him, shivering slightly as if her shirt was getting damp from the water that modus of motus spectacular, before realizing that the freshness of her feeling wasn’t entirely imaginary.

“Whoa, isn’t the dude gonna stop?” Finding her feet at the board carried body hurtled toward her, it was with a mild amount of lament that the captain of the ship found she had been so wrapped up in this activity that she had failed to consider the trajectory of his sea-bound motion. Spray kicking up as many meters became the merest of feet, the white shirt of the woman’s night time dress was quickly robbed of much of its colour as the sharpness of this ocean riding man’s turn, a wave born of the back of his board making the clothes she wear almost a non-issue as the figure beneath them shone through moist translucence. However, the woman was more worried about her ship than the breasts that were now blatant in their display. A hard, near bow-breaking slam impacting on her ship and sending her from her feet, as the sheer speed the vessel and the wave that bore it rocked her small deck, Merry found her rear pressing down on it with a sharp sudden descent, losing her footing and falling flat on her ass in a damp puddle as both she and her ship reeled from the crash. Teeth gritted as groaned from the discomfort so unplanned a descent left her with, as the girl wrapped her legs underneath herself and stroked the flat sting in her behind it had to be said that her day was certainly having its ups and downs as she winced her way back to her feet.

Slipping her feet over the small sailed ship she called home and toward the fallen form of her new ‘guest’, the girl pressed her palms into the puddle covered wood of her main deck as she knelt next to the dazed head of her latest associate, looking him over for signs of blood or broken bones.
“That was… Impressive, in places.” While the woman was perhaps not too amused with the ending, she had to confess to the thrill the sight of this wave rider had given her, the state of her clothes and pain in her butt far from enough to quell the enthusiasm his ‘show’ had brought her.
“Probably wanna work on your stops, though?” Smiling softly as she spoke and pawing the crash test dummy with her hand to rouse him, she girl seemed oddly happy to have made this man’s acquaintance for some reason, and not in the least concerned that her bust barely covered by semi-see through cloth was now hanging close to his face…

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Merry Lee ~ 960018 / FFFFF0 (Alternate)

[Roin]

All the bad luck the surfer had suffered would have been absent, were Briseur out of his strange state bordering unconscious. However, the view of the wet-shirt wearing woman didn't register even as she leaned over and began to try and stir him out of the state. There weren't any broken bones, as far as the red-head could feel, but everything did hurt. How many people slammed into a wall without feeling pain, after all? That would just be crazy to assume you passed through them without any sort of pain!

"Ch... ch... ch..."

Each time the man made the noise, a twitch followed that appeared more comical than the reality of it, as it was simply pain snapping him back into consciousness for brief moments. However, after enough of the pawing from the white-haired woman, the Shandian's eyes snapped open. Why was he in shade!? Surely Briseur hadn't been taken inside already... right? Or was it already later in the day? Little did the Sky-Man know, but the "shade" and darkness above him was actually the worry-wort's shadowed bust and figure.

"Where am I? I don't remember being near any caves or it being so shady!"

With his comment made, the man didn't wait for an answer, rising to sit up and almost directly colliding with Merry in the process. Thankfully, the man's head and upper half didn't crash into her bosom... but one of the medium-sized wings did. Turning his head to face the red-eyed devil, the red-haired surfer blinked and seemed to consider the possibilities for a moment... then looked down... and back to her face after only a moment. The stranger had been soaked, it would seem, and on top of that he was still in the wetsuit... which meant that no one had taken Briseur anywhere and the truth behind the matter was that there hadn't been more than a few moments passed. It likely meant that her actions had stirred him from that horrid state.

"You... are wet."

The damp nature of her clothes was made exact by the sensation of water felt along the wing pressed against her side, but as quick as the beach bum noticed... well, a slight twist of the body ensured that the contact was broken. During that twist, the weight of the chain at least signaled Fer hadn't drifted off and was still attached to the man... and a quick tug of the wrist provided just enough noise to Briseur's right made it clear the board was nearby. Wipe-outs weren't fun... but at least the board hadn't been tossed away like so many times in the past.

... Who is this woman?

It took only a moment to snap his attention away, the surfer moving a hand to rest against the wall of the ship for balance. With a moment to slide and bend his legs to establish foot, Briseur rose from the deck with a rather good deal of grace... but struck Merry along the top of the head with the end of his wing's feathers, the plumes no doubt doing no justice to keep the white locks in an "orderly" fashion. Keeping the hand on the wall, the surfer moved the other to push his lower back while making a simple, arching stretch. The reason would be obvious to anyone... it was to ensure there was no injury that kept him from moving. The moment it was done? Briseur twisted to the right, once more brushing along Merry's head in a second test of mobility. Moments later, the wing struck its mark in her hair a third time as the beach bum turned left to complete the check-up. Satisfied of his mobility being relatively unharmed the man sighed in relief.

"Looks like everything is alright... I was worried I might have done some damage, considering the bit of pain... another wipe out I can walk away from is a good one! Perhaps I should cook up some food and take a break, though... properly eating a meal and resting will help the pain go away a bit faster..."

To anyone who could witness this series of events, it was painfully clear... Briseur had forgot that the white-haired Merry was nearby and had even begun planning the next goal in his day without any consideration for the ship or the one who'd snapped him from the daze moments before. While Briseur was a smart guy... well, getting distracted was easy when you had so much to do in a whole new Sea!

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"A hungry girl can't be picky about who pokes her boobs..."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

What are those on the dude’s back…? Fluffy tufts on the back of her male resembling her own stray and downy locks, the pirate girl found she had little time to examine the almost wing-like looking things before she was compelled to move.
"Whoa, whoa, easy guy..." Miss Carmine’s company far quicker and more fluid in his waking practice than she had expected given the crash he had just been through, it was more down to reflex that their skulls didn’t meet as he sat up, the well-honed fighting response kicking in and flicking herself out of the path of an ascending cranium. Her chest, however, was not so lucky.
W-What the? Even so immodest a woman as Merry Lee finding a hint of red colour in her cheeks as she felt something poke into her breast, her eye line and attention drawn away from the dazed ramblings of her increasingly intimate companion, she found one of the things she had been inspecting now pressed firmly into the orb on her chest, now able to both see and feel it to glorious degrees.

So, wings, apparently. Afforded a few seconds of security to identify the feathered masses that decorated the back of this person, it was an easy leap to figure out what their constitution identified them to be, but the girl was suddenly in a mood far different than one might need to examine the absurdity of such an idea.
Guess I can cross off ‘get poked in the boob by a wing’ from the old bucket list… Shoulders sagging as she let out a sigh at the harassment she endured as part of her attention to this man, while she was far from the prudish type, such familiar contact with a stranger was testing the patience of even this young woman. Rear still stinging from his antics and now one of her ‘girls’ being poked and prodded by what probably wasn’t an ‘accident’, part of the usually so mild mannered Merry made her want to slam this uncouth soul’s crown back into the deck, and was growing in strength with every subtle movement he made.

“H-hey, this isn’t nearly enough to get me-“ Cheeks growing ever redder as she barked a reply at a remark she mistook for something far less family friendly, the girl’s words stopped abruptly as she drew her fist back and took notice that she did indeed feel wet around her chest. Approaching wallop squeezing the white cloth that had been transformed by the wetness, the skin of her upper body was noticeable cool and moist, the latter far more so than anywhere else she might have thought of.
“Oh, wait a sec, do you mean the shirt?” Sodden shirt dripping from the wave this idiot had hit her with, it did seem to make more sense that he referred to that than anything else specifically in regard to moistness, the girl supposed he had earned a reprieve at least for the time being from seeing how comfortable a snooze spot her deck made. For the time being, at least.

Pausing and adjusting the clamminess of her chest as her ‘guest’ moved away, now that Miss Carmine had been made aware of the state of her dress, damn did it start to feel rather a discomfort. A shiver travelling through her spine as she felt the chill of the day despite the sun shining all over her form, the soggy and salty state of her shirt seemed to at the same time make her feel both damp and dirty. Of course as a seasoned sailor the white haired lass was not entirely unaccustomed to such a feeling, but for some reason she felt especially conscious of the sensation in this circumstance, but was about to be given a distraction.

Now what's he doing? One of her brows lifting as she watched the stranger seem to weave and wind all around, she had to admit that he was definitely an odd bird. Gentleman caller seeming to be doing aerobics only inches away from her, as what felt like a swift skirting over her head caught her attention, the other pair of instances in which the soaking wet lass felt her hair tussled by those ever intrusive wings were doing a good job of restoring the irritation she had moments before tried to quell.
“H-Hey, those things should carry a warning or something!” Barking angrily at her ‘guest’ as he seemed to finally stop assaulting her with those admittedly handsome looking tufts of plume on his back, the captain of the ship was none the less relieved to see him finally being still again, hoping the madness of activity he had brought to her day was finally ready to ease off. Annoyed none the less since her words seemed to go completely unrecognised, while the woman found her own feet and readied herself to throw the man off her ship, she was at least pacified by one of the words he babbled about to himself.

“Hey, wait, what was that about food?” Ears seeming to twitch at the mention of a cooked meal, while the woman had been prepared to show how fierce a tigress she could become in order to rid herself of this nuisance, the mention of a meal and the response in her body it drew were certainly compelling motives for more docile behaviour. Stomach growling like the beast she had almost brought herself to be, her lips wickedly curled in response to the implication of ingestion as she shuffled closer to her houseguest with a blushing grin.
“My my my, if you’ve got food to share, perhaps we can let the matters of vandalism and sexual harassment slip be left in the past, hmmmm?" Purring like a kitten and slipping up next to her guest, Merry pulled her new best friend’s arm into her hands and squeezed her chest into him flirtatiously, fluttering her eyes so softly to beckon his favour toward her. A deft hand when employing her womanly charms, Miss Carmine had no problem using the ‘advantages’ that she had been born with to get what she wanted, and right now she wanted to fill her belly.
Heh heh heh, looks like in Merry Lee Country, breakfast found me today... What could she say? A girl’s gotta eat, and either by way of amends or affection, she was determined to be a partner in this man’s upcoming culinary conquest…

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[Roin]

First, Briseur had been sure he was fine... but moment's later, there was some weight and pressure on his arm and side! Fearing for only a moment, the man turned to spot the same white haired woman making quite the face at him... and she had made quite the seductive gaze and begun to inquire about what food the surfer would be cooking. Oh, and she mentioned vandalism and sexual harassment.

"Sexual Harassment? You're the one touching me, you white-haired lunatic."

The lack of anger or excitement in the latter part was simply Briseur steering clear of anything that might damage his karma... but if what this lusty, sexual woman said was true... then there was no way the Sky-Man could just ignore her request. While she kept one arm tucked against her and in that hold, the other hand gripped the chain around its wrist and tugged. Fer skidded across the deck before Briseur twisted the chain, rolling the board onto its side to avoid crashing into the back of his ankles. Once the sea-faring surf-tool was safely deposited at the red-head's side, a tug of the chain lifted the nose of the board just high enough to grab.

"I guess I'll ignore your sexual harassment in exchange for you forgiving the vandalism... but if you want to eat, then I'll need to catch some fish. Food isn't something you carry around when you're surfing, babe."

Taking a moment to let the comment set in, the surfer let silence hang just long enough before gently pulling free the arm Merry had chosen to take hostage. This strange woman and her white hair were odd... that head of hair looked like a bunch of clouds or like his wings! Turning to fully face the stranger, Briseur at last put on a smirk... but not because of her looks.

"The name's Briseur... Dial extraordinaire, fish-cook, and surfer. And who exactly are you, Cloud-Head? I can tell you're a Human, since you don't got wings like me... but that's not exactly a name, ya know?"

The surfer stood waiting for an answer, taking time to finally take in the features of the strange gal while waiting for an answer. Her clothing and hairstyle were reminiscent of someone just getting up... someone without too much dignity for their own looks. The kind of woman who wasn't scared of being a bit casual, no doubt... the kind of woman that Briseur suspected would have been part of the Revolutionary Army. Hopefully the red-head at least looked like a presentable man, even though he only wore his wetsuits on most cases. Extending a hand at last, however, the smirk turned into a smile. All the same, if she was like she was dressed... well, perhaps cooking for this woman wouldn't be half bad.

"I'll need a kitchen to cook in if you have one on this ship. Otherwise, I'll need to start a fire... of course, there's also the matter of finding some fish- oh... you have fishing gear!"

The man's hand lowered as fast as it had been offered, gaze turning to blink in awe of the fishing rods and nets the ship had came equipped with. Part of the surfer wanted to snag one and start fishing right now... but as fast as the idea came up, Briseur shook it away and blushed, returning his gaze rather awkwardly to Merry.

"S-Sorry, I kinda lost focus for a moment there! You still haven't introduced yourself!"

Or maybe she had... but Briseur's inability to stay focused moments before made it impossible to remember. With luck, she hadn't said anything and would have a response now! If his luck was still bad... well, the Shandian had a sneaking suspicion that the woman wasn't going to be pleased at having to repeat herself. After all, moments ago she accused him of having committed sexual harassment and vandalism!

Please don't be mad... please don't be mad!

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Meffuffuffuffuffuffu!
Rod handlers are always welcome..."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

“Come now, when food’s on the table, let’s not get wrapped up in small stuff like sexual harassment…” Chuckling softly and continuing to flutter her lashes at her friend, the yearning in her tum of this young woman for food seemed so strong it was almost painful for Merry Lee Carmine. Whatever ‘filling’ effect the mustard had given her completely subsiding as she thought of a proper meal, the white haired woman was not about to let her ticket to such a result wriggle away too easily, trying to make her grip seem soft and friendly as she used her not inconsiderable strength to keep him close to here.
“See, it’s no big deal between friends!” Cooing happily as the matter of food versus sexual harassment seemed to settle in a way that favoured her empty tum, the girl cried out joyously, releasing her grip on the guest’s arm and clapping her hands together excitedly, wondering what kinds of treats he was capable of whipping up for her.

Is he strictly a ‘sea cook’ or can he whip up some greasy bacon and sausages… Doesn’t look like he’s travelling heavy with food supplies? If he wants to plunder mine, he might come up a bit disappointed…Taking a step back from her new best friend and looking him over, as she scanned over the weird tea tray he had bound to his arm and the distinctive red hair and feathered locks, Merry had to now notice that the man didn’t exactly arrive on her craft ‘equipped’ for whipping a feast up. Seemingly just his body and wave blasting boat being the only possessions brought aboard, she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of space for hammers this fellow was going to pull a banquet out of, and she surely didn’t have the stores to provide her own.

“Ah, yeah, fishing, um…” At least glad that she might not have to brush off the embarrassment of her depleted rations, Miss Carmine scratched the back of her own fluffy white tufts and scanned the deck, really wishing she had set up a dedicated place to store her fishing gear.
Where did I leave the gear again? Brow knotting as she regretted her lazy habit of pushing her gear into whichever nook and cranny seemed big and close enough when she had been done with her hobby, one could not call her deck a very organised place. Deck chair being it’s only current decoration, while the bulwarks had been built with storage space to tuck things out of the way, the seafaring girl wasn’t entirely sure which side currently had a nest of rods tucked away in, ill afforded the time to check before her visitor drew her attention to other matters.

Briseur, kind of a funny name. Wait, cloud head?! No no, let it go for now, he’s going to make you dinner… Initially smirking at the name this red headed fellow called himself, even so hungry, the woman with her feathered white locks couldn’t help but feel the nickname he gave her jab a little at her pride. Silver locks like those of someone two or three times her age, while Merry Lee was able to overcome the sting of his inflicted moniker, it had to be said that her hair might have been a mild issue of some small sensitivity. Robbed of her hair colour by an illness that claimed the lives of her father and brother, as well as almost taking her own, while the woman laughed off most things she was less prone to doing so in this regard because of the memories her hair seemed to recall. Sad and nasty memories swirling around her and only quelled by yet another growl of her tum, the girl forced the frown from her face and tried to look past the coarseness of her guests tongue to the meal he would provide her with in due course.

“Yup, a soft and nubile human woman… Meffuffuffuffuffu!” Almost reflexively returning to her ‘auto-charm’ mode to deflect the issue away from subjects which still left her with soreness, Miss Carmine quickly beamed as the man on her ship showed interest in her, not wasting even a second before scooping her chest together into a tight squeeze as she giggled and gave her guest a playful wink.
“And my name is, wait the kitchen? Yeah, I have one in the cabin.” Realizing her own rudeness in the lack of introduction, the ‘shenanigans’ of their meeting seemed to have robbed her of her chance to speak her name before this, and also after it. Far more interested in filling her belly, the girl quickly followed the change of topic in that direction without ever really passing on her identity, skipping over the door to her home and rolling her hand to indicate the ‘facilities’ within.
“It isn’t exactly big but there’s a stove and a sink, some pots and pans…” Stood in the doorway and rolling her arms like the eye candy in a game show, Merry giggled to herself as she showed off her well-furnished abode, its small size not lacking for all one might need to rustle up a meal whenever needed. Contents of her bedkitchbathroom crammed somewhat untidily into her cabin, while the results weren’t exactly pretty, they certainly did the job and the ‘cloud haired’ young woman found a certain cozy comfort in the boat she called home.

Aha, so that’s where I left that stuff, nice… Beginning to wonder if this boy had some sort of condition in regard to keeping his focus on any one task as he seemed to largely disregard the showy manner, the sea woman was at the very least glad that his erratic energy had led them to the fine array of ‘roddery’ she carried, the girl wondering why she hadn’t found such things when they had been so easy for this young man to stumble across.
“Oh yeah, right…” Realizing the error in her becoming too engrossed in beckoning this boy to bring her breakfast, Merry moved away from her little ship’s doorway and drew her hand through her hair with a sigh, perhaps a bit annoyed that whenever she had tried to mention her name he had seemed to find something of greater interest.

“Merry Lee Carmine is my name, but I guess most call me Merry or Merry Lee.” Smiling softly and placing her hands on her hips, the girl pushed her chest out as she broke into a grin, standing before her houseguest with a pride undeterred by so brazen a pose in near-transparent clothing.
“You’re welcome to get the rods out, the fishing ones I mean, we’ll see about others later on…” Unable to refuse a playful entendre toward this male guest that seemed to have caused her more tension in the morning than she really liked, the girl gave him another playful wink and felt herself relax into the coquettish role she had such a fondness for. Intent to follow up on her little bit of flirting neither there nor here, the young woman engaged in such acts more because it seemed a good way to break the tension she felt around people, being much happier in a room filled with blushing cheeks than awkward silences.

“Meffuffuffuffuffu! I’m feeling kinda grubby so I’m gonna grabby a shower and get dressed, but make yourself at home, OK?” Winking at the man who had so generously offered to provide her with breakfast once more and strutting into her ‘home’, the girl couldn’t help but giggle. Even though today had been one of the weirder experiences so far, it certainly was interesting…

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[Roin]

The gnarly white-haired gal had kept his attention this time. Merry Lee, as the second name she mentioned to call her, had ensured that Briseur kept a name to face... and the surfer put on a smile to show it, even after the awkward information of her going to shower.

"You don't need to worry about that. I always feel at home while out on the waves. I'll go ahead and grab a fish or two and head inside once I'm ready to cook!"

While some people had an idea of fishing... they wouldn't have foreseen what would come next. Turning and giving a dismissive wave at all that flirting, Briseur moved to grab one of the fishing poles in one arm... but the man didn't drop or detach his board. Instead, the cooking Sky-Man reached to the top of the pole... and snapped it! The wood splintered, the shallow water pole thinner than the rest of the poles available. With only a moment to check the end, the surfer hopped upward, the lighter frame of living high in the sky making it appear far more casual than a person hopping might appear. There was no way Briseur was light, but coming down here made him truly understand the weighting of bodies. Tucking the once-proud pole-turned spear under the same arm as Fer, the redhead ran a hand through those big locks... and leaped outward toward the water. Mid-jump, a quick tug and re-positioning of the trusty board left the Shandian more akin to a surfer about to go through or under a wave... and that was just perfect. A push of the knee against the activator sent Briseur speeding toward the water... and the lip of the board cut the surface like a pelican diving. All in a blink... the man had gone underwater.

The sea was like a second home to Briseur... and it showed as the winged man opened his eyes. The board had balanced out roughly three or four feet beneath the surface, he imagined... but there was plenty of light to see with. The board wasn't attempting to rise, either, due to the dials still angled slightly upward, the force simply propelling Briseur through the waters. The fish weren't in great amount... but just like early, a school was visible not too far away. A smile and a few bubbles signalled Briseur's pleasure at the sight... but there wasn't time to gaze and be glad of the fish presented before him... there was only time for the redhead to prepare. Sliding the hastily made fishing spear into one hand, the other gripped the board for stability... and moments later, the dials were set to the max.

On the surface, all anyone could see were a few bubbles... until the Dials went to their max setting, which sent a storm of them bubbling up. Down below, the water left streams on either side of Briseur, small streams even popping along the ends of his wild hair. Safe to say, the man was moving fast... and it was almost like the flightless Sky-Man was flying, thanks to the streams behind those still wings! Carefully sliding the spear forward, Briseur took aim... and passed directly into the school. The water turned red, but as fast as it clouded Briseur's vision, the man passed out of it. On the end of the stick, two fish were sliding and stuck firmly in place. They had been speared on the pass, the blood streaming along due to the speed that Briseur kept moving at. Two was good... but perhaps he could bag one more! With a heavy tug and release of the Dials' power, the man pushed the other knee against the board and reeled backwards and to the side. The masterful maneuver turned Briseur almost on a dime... and just as soon as the angle had been lined up... well, the man pushed the knee back to the trigger, sending him barreling back toward the fish like a shark picking off its fill.

On the surface, all of this remarkable skill was no doubt missed... all that could be seen, after all, were zipping lines of bubbles and a bit of blood! For all Merry knew, the cook had been attacked by a shark and was getting killed! But, it was as the bubbles started to near the ship and cut off once again that Briseur surfaced, the dials released and the buoyancy of the board finally carrying the Sky-Man above the water. Quite proud of himself, the surfer let the board drift while sitting up, idly raising the one proud fishing rod to reveal the spear's bounty. The Shandian had speared a total of six fish, some hanging on by very little... but it was a testament to the man's speed and accuracy at controlling the board.

"This'll be enough, right? I can go get more if you're a big eater or got company coming over!"

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Is it bad to admit I wouldn't mind being watched in the shower once in a while...?"

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

The hazy water falling from above good and hot as Merry pulled herself into the shower, with a groan of gladness did she welcome it’s warmth on her skin, the salty feeling of seawater washed away in a manner that seemed so relaxing. Hotness pouring down and soaking her flesh, as the curves and creases of the woman’s body were massaged by the cascading droplets she pressed her hands against the tile covered wood around her to steady herself as she felt herself relax, leaning forward to let the soothing rain wash through her hair. Chest rising and falling as she took in long and slow drafts of air, the young woman with the damp silver hair simply enjoyed the feeling of being so thoroughly cleansed by this healing heat, letting out a soft and slow moan as her muscles eased as her soft form yielded to the inviting pressure of the water.

Bit of a crazy morning… Moans and groans continuing and she turned to face the door and massaged the back of her neck gently, while the seafaring woman was undoubtedly a ‘people person’, she had to admit she appreciated the privacy she felt currently, allowing her to switch off a little and let the sizzling liquid embrace her like a silent and loving friend. Hand fetching the soap from a rack to her side and lathering her hands with bubbles, the girl hummed a soft tune to herself as she applied gathering suds to her body, wrapping her chest, shoulders and trunk in a bubbling coat that made her look a little like a sheep on her hind legs.
“Waves of gold and silver dissolve the silver spray~” Humming becoming a soft murmuring song as she spread her bubbly fleece down her arms, the girl giggled softly to herself as she felt her body begin to feel clean once more, silently wondering how her new ‘companion’ was progressing with his task.
“As we all set sail to the ends of the sea~” The soft rhythmic words hardly the work of someone who spent their life straddling a piano for the entertainment, none the less the song that the girl sang as she stroked soap down the long and soft white surface of her legs had a dulcet quality of its own. While one might not flock to hear the songs this woman would sing, neither would someone be put off from them in quiet company. The years she had spent in a boys’ choir as a little girl having not entirely been wasted in the vocal projections the young woman could produce.

“Yo-hohoho… Yohohoho…” Smiling softly to herself as she let her lather be washed away from her skin, the girl looked down herself with joy as she saw her freshly cleaned body sparkle with freshness, the way the light clung in arcs on the curves of her chest and hips doing nothing to diminish the confidence she had in her looks. Twisting the tap on her shower and feeling the current ebb away, the girl dusted the water from her body in snapping flicks of her hands, sparkles of what remained on her skin jumping loose before she picked up a towel and buried her face in it. Dabbing at her brow and cheeks to wipe the water away, before pulling the fluffy piece of terry cloth over her head, the young pirate wrapped the length around her shoulder and slipped the door open, checking for signs of her ‘visitor’.

Looks like he’s still trying to reel them in… Smiling to herself at the freedom she was afforded by her lack of company, as dewy drops still dripped from her body, the white haired woman slipped out of her shower with her towel around her back, body on full display for any peeping Tom, Dick or Harry as she strolled across her ‘bedroom’ in the suit given on the day of her birth. Wiping the last of the wetness from her skin and dropping the towel on her bed, the young woman set about getting herself dressed. After all, if she spent all of her day with the company of a man wearing a shirt and underwear or even less then she was certain to get a reputation.
Heh heh, Brissy doesn’t know the show he’s missing out on… A slightly exhibitionist part of the pirate urging her to step out onto the deck without a stitch of clothing simply for her new friend’s response, with a giggling headshake she pulled a few things from the drawers by her bed and begun pulling her clothes on. Scarlet underwear that matched her eyes pulled up to her hips this time, in due course the young woman also slipped a small pair of charcoal shorts up those soft lengths, pulling their partition together on a set of lower garments that barely hid the redness beneath. Humming softly as she lifted a shirt of colour that was pastel red, with a smile she fastened the lower buttons in their holes but left the rest, cleavage and even the top of her abs plain to see through the low neckline she wore.

I wonder how long I’ve been in the shower for? Kinda lost track of time… The bottom of her blouse immediately bound in a sash of baby blue, the colour of her wrapped belt seemed quite vibrant compared to the less forceful tones she had chosen for her other garments, snaking tightly around the young woman’s hips and accentuating the narrow waist she possessed. Finger poking at a mirror to adjust it to her eye line, with a pout and then a smile, the woman flattened her fuzzy locks once more, tips curling back up around her ears in a fashion that gave her hair an impish, pixie-like quality. Satisfied with her hair and slumping onto the bed with a soft sigh, Merry completed her ensemble for the day by sliding her long and shapely legs into the boots she had left by her set of drawers, ivory white skins slipping up to her knees in a tone that closely resembled that of her hair.
Damn do I scrub up good, huh? Both of her pins pushed into deep, half-leg shoes with tall black heels, the girl couldn’t help but blow herself a kiss with a wink through her mirror before standing once more, the heels of her tall footwear clicking against the floor as she strode confidently toward the door, hips swaying from side to side thanks to the height of her heels.

“So! How are we… Doing?” Stepping from her door to find her dearly devoted cook gone, the girl scanned the deck to find splinters and kindling of one of her rods, and no sign of the supposedly fishing man.
What the, did he break my rod and run off? Tapping her foot as she looked around for sign of her ‘guest’, it was ears rather than eyes that picked him up, the words of her new best bud drawing her attention as well as her envy. Head turning to see him sat on the board and bobbing up and down on the water, as she blinked and registered the boy’s catch, she couldn’t help but hop wit the waves at the size of his haul. An excellent meal to be had with six juicy looking fish between the two of them, Merry could feel her belly telling her the bet she had taken with this boy was finally paying off.
“Ha ha ha, awesome! That’s great! You gotta teach me how you do that, dude!” Stepping to the edge of her little ship and leaning on it, with a grin as broad as her bow the beauty offered her hand to the fisherman, eager to taste the delights he had brought them…

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[Roin]

The smile on the red-head's face fit the praise being tossed his way, Briseur not one to turn away compliments. While one arm angled and steadied the pole-spear against his shoulder, the other moved to paddle with the kicks of his legs. Combing the three resulted in there barely being a few moments before drifting over to the side of the ship. While some men would love to be in his spot, due to the view of the leaned-over woman's assets, Briseur didn't even give 'em a second glance. Placing the fishing rod up on the deck, the surfer at last rose to stand on the board, testing the binding securing Fer to himself before scaling the ship's side in an easy, not too stressed motion. Quickly turning, the Winged Man made sure to give a berth to avoid smacking the woman with 'em... and with steady tugs, brought the board up and over the railing once more.

"Can't teach ya! I doubt you'd even be able to ride my board, babe. And I'd rather you not hurt yourself."

Idly reaching down, the man recovered the skewered ensemble of fish, idly examining it before starting toward the interior... without even releasing the board! It took only a moment for the man to open the door and head inside. Merry Lee would be after 'em in no time, knowing how that girl had praised Briseur! Once inside, the man idly sat the board up next to the door way, quietly working the strap while taking a gaze around. Ships and boats weren't the Shandian's thing... but it was a nice enough place. With the board removed, the next thing the surfer had to do... was figure out what to do with the fish! Quietly making his way over to the little kitchen extension, a smirk popped up the instant the stove and a few cooking utensils were spotted. Just enough to cook... maybe not in the cleanest way, but it would do.

Moving to position himself before the stove, the Winged Revolutionary ran a hand over the nearby counter. One thing Briseur had learned? Food cooking did most of the cleaning for you! With a practiced hand, the fish were grabbed by the side most exposed, pulling 'em off one at a time and dropping the dead suckers onto the counter. All six of them were just plump enough for good cuts... or perhaps cooking the little fin-wigglers whole would be a better activity... so many options! Looking around, it took only a moment for the fiery-haired man to make a choice... to cook them on a nice kebab in cuts! Reaching to the nearby cooking utensils, Briseur pulled free the familiar image of a filleting knife, a big smirk coming to the surfer's face as one hand lined the fish up and then stilled them... and at last the knife-wielding hand drove that big fat metal right through 'em. They were just regular sea-food worthy fish, so there was no need for intricate cutting... and in a blink, large fillets had been set out on the counter. By some miracle, there wasn't too much blood, but what blood was there quickly vanished with a wipe and ushering of Briseur's hand, all of it going down the kitchen's sink.

"Alright babe... the cuts are made! Do me a solid and get out a few iron kebab rods and the best broiler pan you got! Hope you don't mind, but uh... I kinda need to change and clean up if we're gonna eat properly!"

Despite the look Briseur had... well, most of his things were either in the small pack on his back or strapped to the wetsuit. And that meant that the guy could change on the spot. And considering the nature of his outfit normally, it meant he could even get changed while in the shower!

"I don't mean to impose or anything, but I don't wanna smell bad if I'm eating in a nice place, ya know? Besides, I'm gonna cook for you, so I don't think it'll hurt anybody! While you're getting that stuff out, why not even preheat that oven of yours? Something nice and hot so we can get it cooked fast!"

The man walked around for only a moment, leaving the mostly prepared food behind while examining the house-boat further. Such a weird woman for living on a boat... but Briseur had to respect it! The surfer turned at last to the little section for showering... and with a quick reach-around to grab the small bag, the surfer removed it and vanished behind the walled-off part. The tile was neat and everything... but the Winged Man didn't have time for any of that crap! It'd take a minute or two alone just to get the wetsuit's bindings loose that made it water-tight against his wings!

"I won't be long, though! Pick out any other spices and things! I don't know how you crazy Blue Sea women keep your kitchens! I mean, I kinda do... but Nanna was a tough woman! More like a man than a woman... don't tell her that if we ever meet her, though! She'd punch me so hard I'd make waves from skipping over the water!"

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Only a fool underestimates the depths that a pirate will plunder for entertainment!"

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

“Sure, sure, go ahead… Soap’s probably a bit girly so you’ll have to bear with it, but… Since you got me dinner, mi casa es tu casa, my friend!” Giggling and beckoning her ‘guest’ toward the shower she had still used, the young woman had no qualms about letting this relative stranger into her bathroom, after all, after all he’d seen so far the sight of her panties hanging half out of her hamper was no big deal. The young man known as Briseur had done the white headed woman a big favour by fetching these fish for them to share, and off putting as he could occasionally be, he didn’t seem to be all too bad overall. At the very least, if his cooking skill matched his ability with an improvised spear, the boy would certainly make for an interesting chef. Hell, if he was half decent around a kitchen, the woman could well see them sticking together a bit, after all, if she was ever going to get around to making her own Pirate crew, she’d certainly need someone who could fill her men’s bellies with more than just mustard covered charcoal.

Nanna, huh? Curious about the woman that her associate alluded to, as the boy slipped away to clean himself up Merry Lee couldn’t help but let her mind slip backward to her own, the usually relaxed and half asleep expression she held hardening slightly with a knot in her brow as she recalled the woman she had once known by that name.
She sounds like a lot more fun than the one I grew up with… Glum expression finding her longing for a woman whose wrath was limited only to insults responded by physical violence, the girl could tell that while her winged companion had shown trepidation at the thought of the woman, there was an underlying love there to be seen. The same could not be said for the Grandmother of the Carmine clan. A ruthlessly manipulative and spiteful woman, it was not a fearful love that the pirate regarded her own foremother with but more a disgusted anger.

Slicing the fish roughly and jamming skewers into them, it was plain to see that the youngest of the Carmine family still had a soreness about her character in regard to that woman, and while she usually kept it well hidden such tenderness seemed to rapidly transform her usually laid back character. The white locked pirate didn’t much like dwelling on her history, however, every once in a while something odd would push her in that direction. It was uncomfortable and even painful in the moment, but also helped to remind her how far she had become.
Ah, the spices, though only one is important… Sighing to herself as she pushed the memory and emotions evoked back into herself and instead tried to focus on her work, as she laid the fish kebabs on the last of the clean plates and rinsed her hands in the water, the girl knew exactly what she should be reaching for. Ignoring her spice rack and instead skirting across the room to the pasty, yellow coloured sauce she had previously been eating by hand from the jar, Merry knew exactly what she wanted to flavour her food with and smirked as she slipped back into her kitchen.

Though I wonder, underneath that wetsuit… Suddenly stopping before she committed a crime on dining that could never be forgiven, it wasn’t the lid of the jar that the sea woman turned but rather her head as she curiously cast a glance toward the bathroom.
He has wings so I wonder what other little treats he might be hiding? Mouth spreading broadly as sinful ideas sunk into her head, it occurred to the young woman that she had almost rather foolishly missed out on an ideal chance for mischief. Here she had been dutifully preparing the food while the real prize had been under her nose all along. That perverted Briseur had seen fit to brush aside the groping commited by his wing as nothing and instead call her the one who harassed sexually! No, even if he was a cook, with a chance like this he could not expect to miss a measure of revenge.

Heh heh heh, a little peek won’t hurt, I’m sure… Jar slipped back onto the counter top and tippy toes fluttering across the ground, with the leering grace of a master of all things lewd, Merry made her footsteps silent even in the hard heels she wore. Skipping across her small ship with speed and the most sinful of grins, the girl was a ballerina of vulgarity as she slithered up to the door of her shower, a finger followed by four more curling around the door handle with a the subtlety of a shinobi.
Foolish Briseur, you thought because you didn’t spy, I wouldn’t? Obviously you underestimate a pirate! Grip on the lever tightening as she took a slow breath outward, the girl felt her heart racing with excitement as she slowly and silently tried to slip the door open, hoping to catch an eyeful of her ‘guest’ in as little as possible. However, it was not to be. Door either jamming or locked but either way denying her libidinous aim, the entrance to the shower seemed firmly shut and so too was the path to her depraved end.

Damnit. Oh well… Shoulders sagging as she realized her chance to make things ‘even’ had been barred this time by the guardian that was a well-built door, while the woman contemplated the door down purely to get her own way, she realized it might not be in her best interest. Had this locale belonged to someone other than herself, Merry may well have been in possession of no qualms about the destructive act, but unfortunately the scene was not quite so ideal. Regrettably, as fun as it might have been to smash a door and see her guest in all his glory, Miss Carmine herself would have been the one to pay the price in the end, having to shower with an obvious draught due to lack of a functioning door until she could get it fixed, and that was not a price she was willing to pay. The perverted pirate might have been many things, but a girl who took a shower quickly she was not.
Suppose I should finish ‘seasoning’ these, huh? Sighing softly and sloping back to the counter, with a twist the woman was once again ‘armed’ with her mustard and not afraid to use it, her hand raising and readying to bathe this once edible bounty of the ocean in the corruption of heat and hellish kick…

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[Roin]

The Shandian had showered considerably fast for a man of such wings... but in the time it took for Merry to begin hatching her plan, Briseur had more or less allowed the water keep running to wash off the last layers of quickly-applied soaps. Feminine or not, all of the products in the woman's shower had somehow been used... and as such, the man's wings practically shined for once, tossing the wetsuit over the shower's wall to let it start drying.

Man, it's been a while since I've shined 'em up like this... at least I know I'm still in good health!

The surfer had turned to face the door, however, when the mischievous woman started to fiddle with the door. As stealthy as she was, the Sky-Man had made a face at the sight of the door slightly moving. Thankfully for the white-haired mustard-lover, the fact they were on the sea kept the beach bum from checked on the source. At last reaching to the waterproof pack, the smirk on his face made it quite clear. The man had grown hungry and wanted to get on out of the shower. The water ran, despite the man planning to change in there. The fast-drying material of his normal swim trunks were out and on, the vest was in his hand as the water cut.

Just before Merry could begin to butcher the meal, the door to her shower kicked open... it wasn't opened fast, it was literally kicked! With the pack and the wetsuit in one hand and the vest in the other, Briseur emerged... and was a dripping mess. Wings, hair, his body... all of it was making quite the mess as the surfer turned and blinked at the sight of Merry with the jar.

"... What are you going to do with that? Surely you aren't going to dump the whole thing on our meal, are you?"

Starting forward, and leaving quite a big water trail in his wake, the watered-up Sky-Man moved to the kitchen part and idly sat the bag on the counter... and it would start to pool even before the vest was slung over Briseur's shoulder. Though a majority of the tattoo was on his back, the symmetry was visible even with the vest blocking one side. While she'd no doubt be inspecting that, however... the cook had put on a frown and seemed quite worried now that he'd emerged from the shower.

"I told you to season and prepare 'em... not make it a side to a tub of mustard!"

Some might assume this was the man being angry... but it was more or less the "bummed out" side of the surfer. How many times had people ruined dishes for the Shandian in the past? There was only so much a good cook could do if people applied too much stuff to it. Finally moving to tug the vest on, the surfer had simply sighed. Not like he had any right to get onto anyone, though. That wasn't cool in the world of karma... and as fast as the sensation to make the comment had come by, the sensation to apologize sprung to life.

"But I don't blame you... I shouldn't be complaining to someone who let me shower and then cook in their place... that'd be bad for my karma for sure..."

[EriChar]

Merry Lee Carmine

"Some girls master swords
rather than kitchens as they grow up..."

Micqueot Merriment; A Splash of Revolution

Fortune favouring the fish and sparing it the fate of being drowned not in the drink but a thick bath of yellow ooze, the man from the sky land managed to interrupt the young woman before she finished her act of flavoursome genocide. Door swinging open with a startling smash that made Miss Carmine jump backward like a naughty child, the dribble of mustard that threatened to claim the fish as its own instead skipped across the floor, narrowly avoiding a stain on those pristine coloured boots only inches closer to the girl than it was. Stepping forth from the shower a second before the first drooping drop of yellow magma spilled from the jar, Briseur’s entrance and the words he barked had saved the meal its sour fate, and one can be assured that as much as a chopped series of fishes could be, this collection was thankful.
“M-Mustard is great! It tastes delicious and the heat burns away the germs!” The leader of a crew of one snapping back in protest, as she slammed the jar on the counter defiantly, the ship shaking with her wrath, Merry’s head turned and for the first time she saw the exposed flesh of her guest, which instantly gave the girl something more pressing to consider.
W-Wow, he’s pretty nicely put together… The shadows and lines of the now shirtless Shandian not escaping the attention of his host, the way the dim light entering the cabin seemed to highlight the tightly tucked muscles that surrounded this man, a fact that had escaped her when they had first met.

I figured he’d just be some skinny surfer bum, but, without that shirt on he doesn’t look half bad… Leering over those muscles like an old man, Merry felt no shame in the eyeful she took from her guest, after all, he’d certainly got quite the sight from herself earlier on.
“N-Nice ink, dude…” Dark lines and beads of colour clinging to the skin of this boy, the strange and exotic marks on the man’s flesh seemed to imply a mystery about the man she had met. Of course, this wasn’t the first time that a seafaring strumpet who had happened to spend so long as part of a crew of brigands had seen tattoos, however these seemed different for one reason or another.
Maybe there’s a little more to this guy than fishing and crashing his dinner tray…? Head tilting and trying to compare them to anything she’d spotted before, as the silver haired girl let her eyes wash over the roots of red and man-made spots on his chest, she couldn’t help but feel there was a certain story behind these markings. His body bound in a rope made of ink, the mystery that these markings presented seemed deeper than some stumble into a parlour when close to blind drunk, no. From what perception this girl had, she could tell that there definitely seemed a message within the shapes of colour that the flesh of her guest seemed to wear.

“W-Well, if you’re the expert, you can do the spices, hm?” Caught gawking at this man’s exposed flesh a little long even by her own regard, with slightly reddened cheeks the sailing woman was ignorant to the attempted apology the boy had tried to offer and instead simply ceded the kitchen to his sense of superiority. Grateful for being able to get a meal, none the less Miss White Hair couldn’t help but feel a little tender about the standard of her cooking, given her lack of skill in that regard. Sure, in the ‘beginning’, the solitary sailor had tried to add a little more flair to her cooking style with experimentation in spices and techniques, but that had gone badly to say the least. A few cases of pass out nausea and the blackened matter that caused them had left the ivory haired woman jaded in regard to kitchen work, settling for killing all the bugs she could in the meat with a nuclear degree of overcooking and giving it whatever flavour her meagre array of premade sauces could provide.

“N-Not all girls are great in the kitchen, OK?” Far more embarrassed about her lacking ability as a home maker than she had ever been by either of their leering, the sore point that cookery provided was perhaps one that harked back to the youth of the waiting diner. While many growing girls may have spent their days cooking with mama in the kitchen, Miss Merry Lee could not recall a single instance in her childhood where she had shared the space where food was born with her matriarch.
’Mama’ had been far more interested in indulging other desires than passing on home making skills… Slipping into a wooden seat with her head resting on her hand, the captain’s cheeks fluffed with air a little as her lips pursed into a mild pout, lamenting her young life as she seemed so often to do when reminded of it. Cheer dragged down by the lead balloon that was her formative years, while the white locked woman tried to maintain good spirits by any means she could, every now and then just a little ‘clue’ seemed to send her back to those days when all she had wanted to be was a normal little girl.

Maybe it might have been nice to learn to bake cookies, or something, rather than swing a sword… Even now, there were times when she wondered how differently her life would have turned out had her formative years been more typical, and not what her twin brother should have received.
Busting skulls can be fun too though… Smirking softly as she sighed to herself and recalled more recent years, Merry Lee couldn’t entirely hate everything that had led her to this point, however. As much as the pirate-ess might have once liked to have been an ordinary young woman, eventually she had been forced to accept that she wasn’t, and actually, in most ways she liked who she had become…

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