Skirmish on Namakura! Shoguns Clash with the Coven! Dec 20, 2018 16:03:39 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Dec 20, 2018 16:03:39 GMT -5
Syph Post #1 / Jaq Post #1
The deck of the Dancing Red was silent as it had been for the past few days. The crew was all a hustle and bustle off on their own jobs of preparation as they lay docked off of Namakura Island. For some it helped to keep busy to ignore that which was coming. It was also not helped by the looming ominous-ness of the shady isle they were at. It's almost haunted feel was sombering for the soul. At least one of the more talktive members had said as much to Jaq earlier that day.
For the eponymous shipwright, the island did little to bother him. Shirtless as always he stood upon the deck happily pumping iron. His eyes were aimed at the island itself with a sharp redness they pierced through the smoky exterior towards what lay within. "Jaq." A voice spoke up from behind him. "Arlen." He growled in response. The ship's quartermaster had came upon him without Jaq noticing him once again. It was one of the many annoying tics of the defacto leader of the crew at the moment.
There was the smallest hint of a smile on the cunning man's face. "Stay out of trouble, I'm going on recon." He said as he shouldered his rifle. The shipwright grumbled some more, "Yea yea, you don't need to remind me again. I'm no idiot." Jaq said mildly displeased as was common when he conversed with Arlen. If the quartermaster said anything it was but a whisper on the wind. The well-dressed sniper walked by Jaq heading down the gangplank to take his trek into the island.
Jaq stared, after the man licking his lips in anticipation. As one of the newer members of this group he'd not had much say in what was going on. Not that he disliked that, his was not much for planning and more for action. He just awaited the time at which their plan would spring to life. When his role took on a much more active, much more fun line. Whenever their fearless leader wherever she was put up the signal to go.
Elsewhere said leader had not but her stomach growling at her to remind her of what she'd given up. Not that she had had much of a choice, the others were not, ... well accustomed to a role such as the one she had. She shook her head slightly shifting away the silverish hair that trickled down her bangs and the sides of her head. It was a mess, oily in a way that she normally never allowed it to get. Her clothes were at least comfortable save for the fact that they were a bit skimpy and poorly made. To be expected of the rags given that she normally garnered herself in at the very least washed clothing.
But most annoying were the shackles that bound her hands before her as she sat upon the wooden floor of the prison. They chafed at her wrists and weighed down her arms. Without a hilt to grasp her fingers grew restless with every going moment. Her fingers latched themselves together for a moment before drumming against at her legs that were bunched up before her. She winced slightly as she bade the thoughts slide to the back of her head with a pinch of her own skin. Her cunning eyes rose up to glance around the camp. With a breath she covered it with haki taking in the lay of the land once more. The march of troubled guards with weary eyes kept her curious, learning their exact patterns and analyzing the situation was important. Doing this right was important, she smiled to herself. Taking in what she could she released her haki and breathed for relaxation once more.
"This was a great idea ..." she whispered to herself causing her cellmate to stir. Syphalia glanced up from her own brooding to stare at the golden haired girl across from her. Her cellmate's clothing as similarly troubled though the hints of what it used to be were clear. A well fashioned dress of red and black. Syph eyed her closer, there was something a little strange about though at the moment Syph could not place it. In that moment of staring a pair of sharp red eyes opened staring back at her with an icy ferocity.