Escapades for Treasure!

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Escapades for Treasure!

A unique ability that Regulus developed while growing up in a corrupt orphanage, was the skill to garner truth and leads from various rumors that occasionally lingered in the various dark corners and alleyways of any Island, any establishment. When he was a child, Regulus would use this unique ability to uncover new fishing spots, and to shield himself from various figures who might wish to do him or the orphanage harm.

Through this unique skill, Regulus uncovered an interest bit of information- information that could be used to attract more attention and money to the ambitious mad-mink. There was a well-known pirate by the name of Dominique Del Rasputin, also known as Del Rasputin the Silent Hunter. Dominique Del Rasputin was one of the most notorious treasure hunters and assassins that no one has ever seen or heard. The Silent Hunter preferred to work in the shadows, keeping his presence unknown and his tangible identity a secret only those most trusted to him knew who he exactly was, and fortunately, Regulus had a rumor that could lead him to the Silent Hunter.

Through one of Mr. Rasputin’s disgruntled colleagues, Regulus discover that the notorious “Silent Hunter” was planning on arriving to Winchester Island within two days’ time. Not only did he uncover the secret that Dominique Del Rasputin planned on coming to West Winchester, but he also learned the name of Mr. Rasputin’s ship, a brief description of the ship, and that Dominique Del Rasputin would be coming to Winchester Island with a boat full of treasure.

The treasure was no doubt heavily guarded, and despite his own strength and power, Regulus recognized that he could not rob Mr. Rasputin blind without someone to lend a helping hand. It is for that reason, Regulus M. Scarlemagne, the mad mink, decided that it was time for him to officially start recruiting for his own crew. With that ambition in mind, Regulus started to spread the rumor of his ambition to search for a crew, and leaked information that he had a source that could eventually lead everyone to lavish riches. A notice was given to everyone that was interesting to meet within a popular tavern known as “The Iron Maiden”, at midnight.

Regulus arrived at the tavern about a hour early, and made himself comfortable within one of the corners in front of a large round table. He honestly did not expect many people to come attends this little escapade, mainly because the rumor honestly did sound a little fake. He was worried that by leaking the target people would not show up, or worse, the wrong people would shop up to this little gathering. Until it was time, the mad-mink would simply sit at the table, enjoy a couple of drinks, and wait until the time was right and hopefully some candidates would arrive.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne


-- CLASS // E


-- TECHS USED // None.


-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 487| 487


-- POST COUNT // Post 1


-- TLDR // ---

[Fox]

When Blanchette had heard about a mad mink looking for crewmates to attain some lavish riches, she’d had her doubts. Still, she had to admit that she was a bit curious, being a Mink herself. In all her time in the Blues, not once had she even seen or heard of another Mink. So, in order to assuage her curiosity more than anything, she’d come a couple hours early to stake the place out. She sat at the bar with her trademark red hooded cloak pulled up and a white mask covering the more lupine features of her face. It attracted the odd stare, but she didn’t particularly care. One look was enough to make most people panic and look elsewhere.

Blanchette had a drink in front of her. She was slowly sipping at it as the hours trickled by. Unfortunately, no one even remotely resembling a mink walked into the establishment. There was, however, someone that walked in about an hour before midnight who dwarfed literally every other person in the tavern with his sheer size. Blanchette’s eyebrows shot up. Wow. Part of her wondered whether this man could be the so-called mad mink, but, well, he wasn’t one. Sure, he was a little hairier than the average human and had… sharpened his fingernails into claws, but she’d seen some pretty hairy humans in her time. Still, not a Mink, but perhaps worth looking into a little more.

After waiting another few minutes to see if an actual Mink would show up, Blanchette pushed off from her seat at the bar. The bartender had just come back with a fresh drink for her. She gestured at the burly, hairy man and murmured just loud enough so that only the bartender could hear.

“I’m with him. Put it on his tab.”

The bartender gave Blanchette a dubious look, but she just shrugged it off and scooped up the drink in one hand, walking over to the table where the colossus awaited people either stupid or crazy enough to join him. Blanchette was wearing clothes that obfuscated her race. Not a single piece of her outfit revealed any skin or distinguishing features. She wore a long Victorian style dress, black with white frills, puffy sleeves, and dainty white gloves. Underneath the dress, she wore stockings and shoes specially made by herself to look like normal human shoes while also being comfortable for her lupine feet. Her tail she kept tucked away underneath her dress. It wasn’t terribly comfortable, but it was better than having to wrap it up. She had her trademark red hood on with its golden trim, and, of course, her white mask. She had a few different ones that she wore. This one resembled a wolf’s face.

“Might you be Regulus M. Scarlemagne? The… mad Mink?” she asked, trying to hide her disdain for his self-proclaimed title. She didn’t want to tip her hand if he did know something of Minks, “May I join you?”

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Blanchette | #E4D00A | Post Count: 1

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Escapades for Treasure!

The mad mink was bit of a bizarre title, one that he could not begin to understand where said title or epithet came from. Admittedly, Regulus did not look like a mink, at least besides the wild hair-like mane, a bit more bestial gaze, claw-like fingernails, and perhaps he was a little harrier than the average human. With that being said, Regulus did not like to make a fuss about his heritage, and simply accepted what was given to him. Later on, he might try to change his epithet, changing it to something a bit more menacing however, until then Regulus was complacent with the “mad-mink”. The stranger before him was a bit bizarre, or at least in Regulus’s opinion. She wore a long Victorian style dress that concealed her nature, a red hood and a mask that hid her face. Regulus had to ask himself what she was hiding, but for now he remained seemingly apathetic to her true nature and identity.

“Toro-woro-woro-woro” He laughed sarcastically. A bored expression sized her up and tried to detect any noticeable or distinguishing features that separated her from the usual brute. Regulus did not want the average idiot in his crew, he wanted people unique, people bizarre, people special. “You know, I was once part of a pirate crew and in order to join that crew I had to fight another captured idiot for the position.”

He shifted his weight off to the side and threw his head back with a smirk. “What makes you so unique to join my crew, little red?” he asked, followed by low sarcastic laughter at his weak jab. “If someone wants to join my crew, they must show conviction, ambition. Cunning and guile are welcomed too, but they must be willing to accept and learn from struggle”

Regulus took a moment to scan the room. There were a few people within the tavern, and as he predicted not many came to accept or show interest towards his mission- something which wasn’t really a good or bad thing. He reasoned that those who accepted or expressed curiosity in his ambitions, and took the hook, were individuals of ambition and willing to take risks. Perhaps this small stranger had just the stuff he needed to get the job done, and potentially get other jobs done. Then again, perhaps he would be wrong, and this brat was nothing more than a waste of space.

“What makes you so special?”

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne


-- CLASS // E


-- TECHS USED // None.


-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 410| 897


-- POST COUNT // Post 2


-- TLDR // ---

[Fox]

Ugh. Blanchette was already over his macho attitude. She grit her teeth as he provided some inane anecdote about his prior crew. Yes, yes, she also had some useless anecdotes about the savagery of pirates. She did find it interesting that she still had to look up to look him in the eyes even when he was sitting down. Was this how people used to feel around her? Well, Blanchette didn’t mind feeling small at least. But, anyway, it was clear that he wanted her to prove herself. How barbaric.

Blanchette sighed and sat down at the table, digging into the pockets that she’d sewn into her dress. She produced several pouches filled with money and coins, some wallets and purses, tossing them out onto the tabletop. It was the result of pickpocketing patrons of the bar that had chosen to sit beside her for the last few hours. A small haul as far as Blanchett was concerned, but even inconveniencing pirates made her day. She gestured to the spread.

“Does this answer your question?”

She tried to exude an air of confidence, feeling like this guy would respond best to that. Pirates were the sort of people that pounced on weakness when it was shown. If she appeared at all anxious or nervous, then he’d notice immediately and try to undermine her position. Sitting down at his table and being so brazen was her answer to this attitude. Of course, that in itself was dangerous too, but Blanchette had a feeling that it would be alright with someone who was just starting out versus someone with some actual notoriety built up.

“My skills are indispensable if its thievery and piracy you’re after,” she commented as she leaned back a little in her seat - mostly to look up at Regulus more comfortably, “I can take them elsewhere if you’re not inclined.”

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 2

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Escapades for Treasure!

Well that is a start, Regulus thought as he watched the mysterious strange in a red hood produce several pouches, wallets, purses, and other stolen items that he assumed had been pickpocketed from the patrons at the bar. For a moment, he started to wonder how big those pockets were, but then his attention turned to the stolen items produced from those pockets, and he took a moment to count what she had stolen. Eventually he stopped after a while, growing bored of counting money, and simply leaned back into his chair seemingly in thought and quiet contemplation. A question however, did lurk in the back of his mind- if her skills were so valuable and refined, then why would she need a crew to join?

He picked up one of the coins and started to twirl it through his fingers. “Your right, you little cocky brat, a pickpocket’s skills are highly valuable to a Pirate Captain and his crew, and could be a welcomed addition.” He paused for a moment, tossing the coin back onto the table.

“However, a pickpocket that cannot defend themselves is a dead and useless pickpocket.” A waitress brought the young lady a mug of alcohol from the bar and sat it down in front of her, Regulus requested a refill, who simply nodded and then left their table. “Can you fight little red? Or can you only sneak around the shadows, and steal things when people are not watching you? I don’t need some skittish brat who can’t hold their own in a fight on my crew!”

“Not only must you be unique, but you must be willing to do some questionable things, because after this little plot I am boiling up, I’m planning on rising all the way to the top and making my mark on the world, and I need a crew willing to rise with me” He gestured his finger to the ceiling as he spoke, a maniacal grin twisted his apathetic expression off of his face. “So, can you fight? Can you kill? Or can all you do is pick pockets from unsuspecting victims?”

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne


-- CLASS // E


-- TECHS USED // None.


-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 354 | 1251


-- POST COUNT // Post 3


-- TLDR // ---

[Fox]

Mm, Blanchette definitely couldn’t wait to rob this loser for everything he had. He sat back in his seat, obviously considering something. Blanchette just stifled a sigh, her ire raised when he picked up one of her coins and twirled it around his fingers like it was already his or something. Gosh, he just loved calling her little, didn’t he? She was this size by choice, not that he’d know anything about it. At least he was smart enough to appreciate skill when he saw it, but, of course, there was another problem.

Blanchette calmed herself, taking a drink from the mug as Regulus continued to speak. He was awfully discerning about who joined his crew, she noticed. Most pirate crews around here would just take people in, no questions asked to fill out their ranks. Regulus seemed to be going for quality over quantity. A better strategy to be sure. It just meant that he wasn’t as brainless as her usual marks. And boy, did he have ambition. In a way, Blanchette respected that.

“I can hold my own,” she stated flatly, taking another sip of her drink. In truth, she could do a lot more than just hold her own, but not without appearing like a monster. She glanced up at him. “But I take it you won’t settle for just my word on the matter, will you, little man?”

Blanchette pushed herself to her feet, walking over to Regulus’s side. She put a gentle hand on his giant arm, golden energy coating it. If he didn’t move away hastily, Regulus would find himself shrinking down to be more on par with Blanchette’s current height - around 5’5” (165 cm). She tilted her head to the side and smiled behind her mask with just a bit of malice.

“Awoo-foo-foo~” she chuckled, “As you can see, I have my ways. Do you still feel like picking on someone when they’re your own size?”

She had no doubt that he would, but with her abilities demonstrated, Blanchette sat back down and took another drink from her tankard.

“It isn’t so difficult to squish anyone who gets in my way if necessary, and my ability has other... uses.”

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 3

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Escapades for Treasure!

“TORO-WORO-WORO” Booming laughter echoed from his lips like thunder, as his bored and apathetic expression suddenly disappeared and had been replaced with mild amusement. “So, this is what its like to be small? TORO-WORO-WORO.”

She appeared to have been some sort of ability-fruit user. Regulus had heard about those bizarre individuals who had eaten an ability-fruit, Balthazar himself admitted to running into a few strange individuals cursed by the sea due to some sort of disgusting fruit. Secretly, Regulus craved to taste the protrude flesh of an ability fruit, but wanted to find one that granted him some sort of extra-ordinary power. Regulus had been searching for a book on those ability-fruit but unfortunately, his luck was relatively poor, and currently, he has not come across one just yet. Once Regulus comes across one of those rare devil fruit books, then he might search for a devil fruit a bit more seriously, unless of course, he came across a fruit that felt ‘right’.

Regulus pushed back and got up from his chair. Tucked within the shadows of the nearby corner, resting silently, sat his chosen weapon Akuma no jūnin- a unique greatsword that had been given to him by his captain and close friend Balthazar Greybeard. The weapon was massive, made to compensate for his formerly huge size, one that he could wield easily with a single hand. Now, smaller, it wielding his chosen weapon was a bit more difficult, but with some effort, Regulus single-handedly picked up the great sword and placed it’s edge right next to Blanchette’s throat. That was if she did not move.

“TORO-WORO-WORO” Regulus boomed. “I’ll admit that little trick is kind of impressive, hopefully, your not the type of person to rely on this?” He paused for a moment, and then pulled the blade back in a mocking attempt to chop her head off, but instead calmly laid the blade into his lap.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 319 | 1570

-- POST COUNT // Post 4

-- TLDR // ---

[Fox]

Hoping that she might have finally gotten the upper hand in the conversation, Blanchette felt rather deflated when Regulus just belted out some booming laughter. Her wolf ears twitched beneath her hood. She was hoping to reveal something of the coward that all pirates were, but she supposed he wasn’t like that for better or worse. She exhaled through her nose in a small huff. Well, that was fine she supposed. It wouldn’t be fun if he scared too easily, though she had an unbeatable trump card that would frighten any pitiful human. Not that she wanted to use it.

Blanchette watched Regulus stand up from his seat and pick up a massive weapon that dwarfed his current form. She watched him struggle a little to heave it up and didn’t react as he leveled it to her throat. She was a little impressed by his raw brute strength even in his shrunken form. A third of his size and he could still lift it? She put a finger on the blade’s edge and pushed it lightly away to keep it off her throat. Regulus would soon move it himself, making a feint to lop her head off before setting it on the table.

“If you’re asking if I have other tricks up my sleeve, then yes, I do,” Blanchette sighed airily, “Are you the type of person to constantly threaten or maim your potential allies? I admit, I’m growing a little tired of threats and tests. Do you want me or not?”

She felt like it was best to get past all of the threats, tests, and posturing. She’d had more of that than she could stand in her life. Of course, more would come after her betrayal, but by then, she’d be long gone with the loot and calling the Marines down on Regulus’s smug head. Well, that wouldn’t be for a while if at all. He had to approve of her first. She was a little curious as to what sort of lead he had for obtaining these lavish riches too, so she could know if it was worth her time at all.

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 4

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Escapades for Treasure!

The mischievous imp had not undo her little technique on him. Regulus took a moment to pause, and exam the little red brat who had not released her spell. Even his attempts to intimidate her into submission failed, something which impressed and disappointed him. On one hand, her resistances to intimidation was useful to someone like him, and well, such a trait was useful period. However, on the other hand, if Regulus could not intimidate him, he feared what kind of hold he could exert over her, and his future crewmates. Yes, Regulus wanted to find kinship among his crewmates, but he also wanted to instill a sense of fear and respect in them. In the words of his late mentor, “a captain should command the respect, admiration, and fear of his crewmates”. Balthazar Greybeard was and will always be Regulus’s inspiration on what he should become as a Captain, and admittedly, it had not don upon him that his former Captain’s ideology was wrong.

“A great man once told me, that a Pirate Captain and a Marine Captain, should not only command the respect and admiration of their crewmates, but also their hatred and fear.” Regulus answered darkly, his tone has shifted. No longer did he seem bored or amused, but serious, serious like a venomous snake bite. There was however, also a note of sadness and melancholy, and only for a moment his gaze drifted down in remembrance of his old friend and mentor. The tavern lady who brought Blanchette her drink eventually returned with one for Regulus. “You ask me if I am the type who constantly threaten and maim my potential allies? The answer should be obvious, I like to make sure that the people who I plan to work with, who I seek to recruit, are capable of holding their own- in more ways than one”

“Undo your spell, so we can talk straight forward, and dispense with our contest of strength and bulwark” But she was right, it was time to end the threats and whatnot. Regulus decided that he needed to shift gears, to learn more about this figure, “I am satisfied with your abilities, but now, I seek to understand your motivations a bit more, or at least, get to know you in a more human way before thrusting our lives together in a dangerous situation”

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 394 | 1964

-- POST COUNT // Post 5

-- TLDR // ---

[Fox]

To Regulus’s statement about captains, Blanchette only grunted in acknowledgement. She didn’t agree, but something in his tone made her not immediately snap back with a sarcastic barb. Given her own history, this great man sounded like someone that she would despise quite honestly, though from Regulus’s reaction - seemed to regard him with some fondness. How ironic. She smirked behind her mask.

The waitress brought them their drinks. Blanchette pulled out a straw and dipped it in delicately. It was the easiest way to drink with her mask on. She glanced over to him as he spoke again, eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed again just who she was dealing with. She rose up from her seat with a sigh, placing a gloved hand on Regulus’s shoulder and extracting some gloopy looking pink energy from him. As she did so, he slowly grew back to his original size. She moved back to her seat before the growth of his body could shove her there.

“Hm… you are a curious one,” she muttered as she sat back down, “Not to speak ill of your ‘great man’ but I find that commanding hatred and fear are rather ineffective and crude methods.”

“Consider this analogy. A man owns a dog. He beats this dog every time it fails him to command its respect, admiration, fear, and hatred. One day, when the man goes to strike at the dog, it jumps up as he’s winding up his fist, and bites out its throat.”

Blanchette paused to take a drink and clear her throat.

“Why do you think the dog did that? Because it wasn’t afraid anymore? No. It happened because it was afraid, and was desperate to do anything to prevent the pain that would soon follow.”

Lifting her head up to level her gaze with Regulus, Blanchette tilted her head to the side mysteriously.

“Discovering now that it could avoid pain in this way, the dog would continue to bite out the throats of any that would threaten it until the day it died. Some would call it a mad beast whose aggression is to be admired. But, at the end of the day, it was only a scared little dog who died broken, in pain, and alone.”

She held out a hand to Regulus.

“So tell me, are you the dog that bit out the man’s throat? Or did the man have your heart?”

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 5

[Melko]

She seemed to have misunderstood his message, or at worst, ignored what he had said- but nonetheless, Regulus quietly listened to her story about the dog being abused and thus slaughtering their abuser. It was a touching story, truly, but in Regulus’s opinion, her story did not apply to him. The mad-mink hybrid took a moment to carefully consider her story, before smirking in a haughty and no doubt, obnoxious manner. He took a moment to take a sip from his mug of alcohol before answering.

“You have misunderstood my quotation, little red.” He said but went quiet so that she could under her spell on him, once the chibification was reversed, Regulus continued to speak; “I said that a Captain should also command the respect and love of his crew, alongside their fear. Fear is something that comes in many different variation and forms.”

He paused for a moment and watched as “little red” delicately place a straw into her mug- something that Regulus found a bit odd. What was she hiding underneath her mask? Admittedly, Regulus was tempted to pull off the potential alley’s mask, and have all secrets exposed to him. Luckily, he managed to withhold that violent and vile urge. “I loved my former captain, but he was strong and powerful, and the fear of what would happen to me if I was to betray him kept me in line. Not only that, but I desired not to disappoint him, because I feared his disappointment. I knew he would not harm me, but my love for him caused me to fear him. So, you are right, but you’ve also missed a key detail in my sentence- love and respect, with an equal amount of fear and resentment.”

Regulus waited for her reaction, but something told him that she would not agree with his assessment. They would have agreed to disagree and move on for the greater good of the mission. “Don’t attempt to teach me lessons that I have already learned, I know the lesson of the fearful dog, alongside, the captain that was loved too much and held no fear. The world is cruel and inhuman, filled with sharks, and sometimes you need to be monstrous in order to master an endless sea of sharks. After all, in some cases, monsters are beautiful.”

Post #6/Reg's Total Word Count: 2352

[Fox]

Blanchette raised an eyebrow at Regulus. She honestly doubted that she had misunderstood him, but she let him elucidate while enjoying her drink in silence. Hmm. She put a hand to the chin of her mask, considering his words. It took her a long moment before she responded. He continued in the meantime, revealing that he had not picked up on her analogy to her own story. Shame, but she hadn’t entirely been obvious about it.

“Then, it sounds to me like you were smitten with him - unlike me with mine,” she said slowly, “Why did you le- Wait, what?”

It had only just registered on her brain that he had called monsters beautiful. She felt her face heat up as a war of emotions raged within her chest.

“Th-that…!”

She put a hand to her mask and looked away trying to calm the dizzying amount of mixed feelings raging through her like a storm over a sea. He was going to think this was strange. She needed to get a grip. Blanchette squeezed her arm hard, digging her claws into the cloth and leaving little puncture marks. She huffed softly after a little while once the storm of emotions calmed down.

“I’m not sure that many would agree with you…”

She cleared her throat with a sound that was a little more akin to a growl than a cough.

“Regardless, my tale is that of the fearful dog. I don’t seek a repeat of history, you understand.”

She didn’t know why she was being so honest. In truth, she wasn’t looking for a crew. She was just looking to rip this guy off. Just another that she’d set up and frame so that the Marines took care of him. That was what was going to happen. She just needed to be a little more careful. Somehow, he had a way of making her open up just a bit.

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 6

[Melko]

It seems that the two would remain at a disagreement about the meaning of his quotation. To be clear, Regulus understood what she said and what she attempted to explain to him. But, in his opinion, his old Captain while he was cruel, Balthazar was fair to his men and loved them. He wasn’t some cruel tyrant that took pleasure in the pain of his own crewmembers and treated them like family. Perhaps, Regulus did not make the nature of his former Captain clear? Oh well, that would be something that he would have to be sorry about later on.

“I guess you could say that we were smitten with him, I must admit, I viewed them as a father.” Regulus said thoughtfully and took a moment of silence to consider his own words. “Eh?”

Regulus took a moment to quizzically cock an eyebrow upwards. Something that he said to the other individual at the table seemed to have shocked her. She placed her hand on her mask and looked away from him. The mad-mink hybrid found this to be odd and wondered what was going on through her brain- more importantly, he wondered what was under that mask. For a moment, her calm and seemingly cocked demeanor vanquished for a minute or two.

“Most people are idiots”

Something told him that she was more than meets the eye, especially, since the act of clearing her throat sounded more like a growl.

“Show loyalty, commitment, and respect to me and future crewmates, and you would not need to worry about that” He tilted his head forward. “You know, I don’t think I got your name nor your face, so why don’t you show me both, eh?”

Post #7 | Reg's Total Word Count: 2638

[Fox]

Hmph! This guy was quite nosy, wasn’t he? Well, he wasn’t stupid at least, which made Blanchette consider him a little more soberly, calming the sea of turbulent emotions that he’d stirred up. Loyalty, commitment and respect, eh? That wouldn’t be happening. But… she could play the part at least until the prime opportune moment rolled around, and she escaped with the bounty and treasure. Did he have a bounty? Blanchette considered him. If he did, it couldn’t have been very much yet. She couldn’t recall his face from any wanted posters. Maybe his old captain would have been someone she’d have recognized.

“Ah, I suppose you didn’t, did you?” she said, “Blanchette. Dubois Blanchette. Or Blanche, I suppose, if you prefer.”

Blanchette had no qualms about giving away her real name. Mostly because her wanted poster did not include her name in any respect. Just an extremely unflattering picture. And the pirates that knew to curse it had already been sent to the gallows or were awaiting their turn in Marine prisons. Revealing her face, on the other hand, was something she was a bit more cautious about doing. No one could really use it against her, but pirates were unscrupulous sorts. She had no wishes to have the rug pulled out from under her as she tried to pull it out from under them. Still, if this man’s intentions were to start a crew, and she was the first real bite that he’d gotten… She doubted he’d try to sell her off to make a quick buck.

With a soft sigh, Blanchette reached for her mask, unclasping it carefully with gentle fingers and set it down onto the table. What lay beneath was a distinctly lupine and golden eyed face. She kept herself turned toward Regulus so that the other people in the bar wouldn’t be able to tell that she wasn’t human at a glance. Blanchette smiled coyly up at Regulus.

“There. Curiosity satisfied?”

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Blanchette | #e4d00a | Post Count: 7