Salvation [Pendra]

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

"Look at the state of this thing..."

"Careful, Cap'n said we were to avoid other ships..."

"Can hardly call this thing a ship anymore though, right? Looks more like... Driftwood at this point."

"Still, what if it's a trap?"

"Don't look very well armed for an ambush, and the ship is tiny anyway, right?"

"...Besides, who are we to abandon a damsel in distress or two, right boys? Heh heh heh..."

Clouds covering the sun for the most part as a large and somewhat slow ship seemed to drift through a dim and largely dismaying atmosphere with a trio at the prow, and what a chatty trinity they seemed to be. It unclear which of them had seemed to spy the sign of a small and scarcely sailed 'sister' drifting in the sea but the group currently occupied by a rather rigorous debate over whether they would or should intervene in a scene which clearly featured a vessel in obvious distress, while some portions were apparently reluctant to engage in such an act it appeared that the presence of something fair and feminine on deck was enough to sway opinion enough in favour of investigation, which was lucky for the girls aboard. After all, it looked like they could use a little neighbourly behaviour right now, didn't it?

“Hnnnnnggggg…” A raven haired figure rousing as she heard the distant sound of the voices who argued over assisting her and opening heavy lids over an exquisite set of emerald eyes because of this, that groggy gaze registered the sight and sound of people and the large craft on which they stood, and for a second she was not entirely sure she was seeing what she thought she was. After all, she had been like this for far too long already, hadn't she?

I'd almost given up hope…! Dressed without much of an emphasis upon modesty though perhaps this aiding her cause or at least the interest of the men who threw a line around their battered and only mast to haul her craft near, her hair was a scruffy mess which looked like it had been battered by the wind while her clothing was nice, if a little lacking for coverage. Dressed only in a once white blouse which was dirtied and a little torn by whatever it had been through, with this clinging to her bust and little ease she wore a pair of cut off denim shorts as well to show off a shapely pair of legs, which currently seemed to be lacking for much one could deem strength.

“Thank… Heavens…!” In fact the only energy she could seem to muster seeming to limit her to wearily pulling an arm beneath herself to prop herself up as best she could when she heard one and then another heavy pair of boots land on the timber nearby with a thud, weak eyes looked toward a pair of unfamiliar faces with confusion, then recognition, and finally salvation.
“Wake up, sis… These men… have found us…!” Hope springing anew and glinting within that green gaze before she turned her attention toward the second figure on deck as the strangers seemed to look to size up the pair, the weak voice of the vixen seemed to grow in energy and enthusiasm as she looked toward the other woman nearby and called out to her softly and sweetly, the sense of relief plain in her words even if they did sound a little hoarse from whatever she had been through. A lot, if one had to guess…

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

It was hot on a cloudless day as the ship made to look derelict drifted in the open sea, waiting for… ‘rescue’. A plan that was thought up by Claudia and agreed with by Pendra… a young woman who was lounging as best she could on the deck of this ship. Pretending to be down on her luck and desperate for aid was not her style… so to make the plan work she bathed in the sun and pretended to sleep.

Boots thudded onto the deck and an eye cracked open beneath the sunglasses and peered over to one of the men that had jumped onto their ship with intentions still yet unknown to her. It was not long before the sweet and acted tones of Claudia addressed her, calling her sis, and stating they have been found.

With a very real yawn the red head slowly sat up and tilted her sunglasses up to Caramel eyes that scanned the situation coldly. The red hair of Miss Agoon fluttered in the breeze before coming to rest on open button shirt that hung loosely off of her shoulders. “Amazing.” She quipped dryly before making a move to stand with a lethargic energy. Wearing naught but a swimsuit and a sheer white shirt that was unbuttoned the woman stood there with and expectant glare before replacing her sunglasses back to mask her eyes.

“Claudia dear, you were right. Rescue did come.” She spoke with bored wooden tones as she moved to help her compatriot that was ‘lost’ at sea up from the deck and to her feet. Not long now, then the act would be over and the real mission could begin…

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[NPC]Pendra Agoon: aa2323

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

The goons seemingly waiting to decide what to do with their so called damsels in distress, claudia could see them looking over their outfits, Pendra's especially, and seeming to smirk because of how insubstantially they seemed to conceal certain aspects of their frame. Still not exactly forthcoming in their assistance just yet however, she needs to sweeten the pot, clearly, and so began to explain just how they had supposedly found themselves in such dire desperation. After all, guys were a sucker for gals in need, right?

“There was… A storm.” Swallowing as she tried to overcome the gravelly feeling in her throat, Miss Carbone sat up as best she could given the state she was in and even then found herself still resting on her elbows weakly as she gestures to the torn sails and broken rigging, and telling these manly men just how this lightly equipped and unarmed pleasure craft had found itself in such torrid condition.
“We were drifting for days…” Looking woozy as she did so, as if the very effort of description was something that seemed to wear away the very limited level of energy and coherence she had left by this point, the malachite maiden took a breath to steady herself and pulled her knees underneath her in order to square and support herself a bit better, though really was left to leave a not so steady hand clinging to anything sturdy nearby to support her.

“Father's a rich man, though…!” Panting slowly as she heard another set of boots thud down onto the deck nearby, once more the vitality of the vixen seemed to fail her and she was forced to focus her gaze again, and looked pleadingly toward her potential saviours in hope of having them take pity on here. Though, even then she knew sometimes that gold went further than gratitude, didn't she?
“He'd pay anything… to get us back safe? Right Sis?” Running those emerald eyes down the nearest, she spots the sword at his hip and shook her head as she saw that her tale of woe was not seeming to motivate them like it might have a better form of Samaritan, and so she hoped that if decency didn’t compel them to aid her then with any luck the promise of reward would. Either was fine really, so long as she got something to drink and a way off this doomed craft.

“Yes. Yes… One can never give up, not while there is hope and good men left in the world?” Happy to go ham if need be in order to achieve that aim, Claudia accepted the hand that was offered by her more able bodied companion and leaned against her, practically hugging that frame weakly as she looked to the faces and let those lashes flutter, and could swear that her effort was working. They seemed to be relaxing, didn't they?

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

Pendra’s blank and bored expression was partially hidden under the large stylish pair of sunglasses she was wearing. In truth this plan had already been successful in luring out the people the pair were out here hunting, but it was Claudia who wanted to appear more vulnerable, an easier target so that they could be taken right to the leader of this miserable band that prayed on her fathers trading routes.

Good men in the world? Ha, now that was a rich ideal. There were no good people, everyone existed to be self-serving. Those that weren’t were using it to push an even bigger agenda that eventually screwed everyone else but themselves over. With a quick heave the red head pulled her sister to her feet with relative ease before swinging her foot to the side to take an exaggerated step.

“Yes, good men who have only the purest of hearts.” Pendra added, her performance was so wooden it was a surprise that she herself was not some weird automaton. Her eyes scanned each and everyone of the men that had shuffled onto their boat. They weren’t going to need to goons that were all ready in waiting beneath the deck if this was all that was causing the issues… Pendra could whoop them all on her own, not to mention Claudia and her abilities that overshadowed hers.

“Please, good sirs. Can you please take us back to Shivre Mountain?” She asked before embracing the girl playing her sister from behind, wrapping one arm loosely around her neck and shoulders and the other around her waist. “He’ll be worried that we have been gone for so~ long.” She was saying the words but there was no real personality behind them, each one was cold and calculating…. Despite them not being what she would really say in a situation like this… Claudia and her damn scripts.

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[NPC]Pendra Agoon: aa2323

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

“Yes, we are only too fortunate…” The stiltedness which was shown by her 'sister' something that almost had Claudia convinced that the girl was trying to make a joke at the expense of their would be rescuers, especially when she mentioned pure hearts that she knew all too well were likely to be anything but, the girl with the green gaze was was glad for the support of the woman's arm and shoulder for the intimacy it provided and most specifically the opportunity to nudge her cohorts ribs lightly as she worried they might have been overplayingtheir hands when it came to them appearing sweet and innocent. After all, one had to hope these men weren't quite as stupid as they looked, right?
“Who knows what might have happened… Had we been found by cutthroats?” Shaking her head and batting those lashes in a sense that seemed to carry more sincerity than it seemed that her 'support' was able to offer, she hoped that this air of desperation and the distracting aspects of their outfits would divert from any shortfall in their respective acting skill, and hopefully would see them moved into a position of potential power sooner rather than later. Everything seemed to ride on this moment, didn't it?

“Y-Yes, he'll have been worried sick with us both gone, won't he?” All too aware of the fact that the longer they lingered here the more chance there was of them tipping off their targets before they could properly spring the trap that they had planned, Miss Carbone tried to affirm her stance a little better though by design wasn't entirely successful, and pushed her hair back as she continued to try and move the hearts and charity of the men with words and an air of neediness which she hoped any soul starved by a life at sea would feel moved by. In one way, or another.
“Fortunately, father has always been a generous man, and especially so with those who are gallant enough to return his daughters to him?” Glad to see then that their efforts weren't entirely for naught as the trio looked between each other and seemed to share a suspicious but ultimately encouraging nod, while the ebony haired enchantress wasn't exactly thrilled to find a firm grasp tugging on her forearm a moment later she could endure it, couldn't she? I mean, by the looks of things, they wouldn't have to keep the charade going too much longer now would they~?

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

Pendra was bored of this acting, the pair could just signal the attack and leap into action. But no, Claudia wanted to make a show of it to improve the chances of the plan working. A meaty hand grasped Pendra’s forearm and its sausage like fingers wrapped around her shoulder to guide her over the gangplank and over to the ship they had arrived on. The red head shot a look of disgust over her shoulder to the ugly fellow that was man handling her. He was first… or last depending on how bad this experience was going to be.

“Sister, their captain must be the one to speak too.” Miss Agoon spoke quietly as they were lead from the ship, they were on to the new one. She did her best to soften her eyes, but this man was letting his hand that originally rested on her shoulder wander down her back, soon it would end up at the small of it and potentially her rear. This was infuriating, he was easily going to be left to last.

The final brute opened the door to the captain’s cabin and walked in, leaving the girls outside for a moment as mumbling could be heard within. Pendra strained to hear it and only got a few words. “Girls, Pretty? Profit. Bring.” Where the key words she could pick up.

“Sister, I just remembered that when we get home you should try the blood orange juice. It is quite nice.” This was the code to get ready for a fight and was the first-time emotion touched the voice of the bikini clad redhead. The words sounded heated; unlike the ice she was talking with earlier. “Oh and- Sod this.” A hand had pinched her bottom and Pendra’s eyes flashed with a fury.

She spun around, twisting the arm that was gripping her forearm and using her other hand as an axe as it came down and impacted the offending limb that was still gripping hers. There was a snapping sound and a scream of pain just as the captain’s door opened. To hear Pendra. “Claudia! You never said these creeps would man handle us this bad! Sheesh!”

The meaty man was gripping his broken arm and silently shrieking in pain

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[NPC]Pendra Agoon:aa2323

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

“Looks like neither of you could help yourselves, hm?” The vision of the vixen rolling as her ‘sister’ seemed to put the cart before the horse a little when it came to revealing their true intent for being here, though it was a pain in the ass to send the fool flying where everyone and anyone could see them and waste much of the element of surprise, Claudia couldn’t really can blame her buddy given the transgression which had provoked the deed, so instead she simply opted to roll with the flow a little and accelerate their plans.
“Don’t mind if I do~” The pleading pitch in her voice melting as well as her partner turned the situation on it’s head and allowing that simpering and pleasing tone to be replaced by something colder and more distant, the girl with the green gaze scooped up the pistol that the aggressor seemed to lose as her friend laid him out, and stepped through the door to the captains room with a renewed sense of poise and gusto.

Narrowing those emerald eyes as she did so and assuming what one could have considered to be a ‘game face’, the soured siren surveyed the souls inside and lifted the weapon which she had borrowed, and was happy to see that they had caught the bewildered captain by surprise thanks to Pendra’s sudden rebellion and the confusion he showed in suddenly seeing their captives turn upon them so sensationally.
“Not-so-gentlemen, I am sorry to say that this here is a robbery!” Smirking because of that and keeping the barrel trained on the man in charge, Miss Carbone cocked the hammer with her thumb and straightens her posture up fully to make herself seem more imposing, and in doing so appeared a far cry from the meek soul who stumbled from her boat only moments ago.

“We’re here to liberate you of your weapons and valuable cargo, I’m afraid, but we have no ambitions about your lives?” Glancing from side to side and eyeing up the guards along with him but never quite letting glittering irises leave the shape of their leader, claudia allowed no opportunity for him to have the chance to pull anything funny in the interim, and tipped her head to the side as she offered them their first and only a chance at mercy she was prepared to offer today.
“Surrender, and we have no reason to end them?” Not really minding the idea of taking prisoners since it would save them a whole lot of aggrevation and bullets flying as they fought their way through the figures who ran the ship in search of their prize, the beryl eyed beauty gave the man in charge a chance to end things peacefully, and waits on his response accordingly…

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

“Yer getting beaten up by a pair of little girls?! Pffthahahahahaha!” The captain bellowed with a hearty laugh from within the cabin that had the door just open. He was in shadows and lit by a small lantern that sat on his desk at the back where an open bottle of Rum sat next to an array of maps. He was a burly man, built stocky with arms that had seen a lot of work in their time. Even sitting down, he dwarfed Pendra and Claudia.

“We don’t have qualms leaving some marks on your skin before selling you back to your daddies.” The captain called before waving his hand to let his remaining goons go on the attack. A pair lunged at the girls, one swiping to grapple Claudia and hold her arms as the other aimed to smack Pendra with the butt of his rifle.

That attack was easily countered as she caught it in her hands and shoved back, causing the muzzle of the same rifle to poke her attacker in the eye as she growled. “Claudia, dear. Can’t we just kill them? Holding back so they don’t die is going to be needlessly tiring.” She spoke before letting one of her hands drop from the butt of the rifle and thrust forwards in an open palm strike just under the ribs with enough force to cause the sternum to crack.

In a spin a foot was raised, and the goon was taken in the temple by her heel and sent reeling into a group of goons that had caught wind of the fight from their posts and were scrambling to help their companions in their endeavours. They tumbled to the floor like bowling pins as Pendra stood straight and flicked her red locks back with a hand. “Boys!” She bellowed, calling to their own attack force before looking to Claudia and then the open door of the captain’s cabin. “You’re late for the party!”

She nodded to her companion and let a predatory smile flash as she stepped over whatever mess Claudia had left behind as she moved to enter the captain’s cabin. On the ship they left the sounds of activity could be heard as the goons they had brought and hid started to move.

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[NPC]Pendra Agoon:aa2323

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

“You’re holding back?” The laughter of the captain and the derision which followed it all that it would take a hardened career criminal to know that he had been shown as much mercy as he was due, Claudia arched her brow at her sister as the girl asked about the quarter which they had been sparing their opposition for the moment and tilted her head, before taking a step to the side and squeezing the trigger on the weapon she held in hand and letting her comrade know that any inclination which she had toward sparing the gang had just drifted out the window with the mocking reception they had been given.
“How generous~” Shaking her head as she watched the idiot buckle from a fresh taste of lead in his belly and then unloading a pistol whipping backhand at the fool who had swiped at her, the black beauty felt herself quiver a little as she found sturdy timber and steel collide with teeth to give a sickening crunch, and then moved over to the man in charge as he clutched at the fresh bullet hole he had been given.

“Looks like we won’t be taking prisoners then. Shame.” Calm to the point of detachment as she whirled her weapon around and unleashed it once more in order to make sure the man in charge stayed down as well, Miss Carbone scooped up the weapon of the man in charge and added it to the arsenal she carried, and rolled her eyes at the liveliness which her ‘other half’ seemed to be showing the crew outside.
“Do as you will, just be sure not to create any friendly fire incidents, okay dear?” The sound of cracking thunder and the scent of smoke seeming to fill the room as the girl with the green gaze put a slug into the dazed figure who had tried to grab her a moment ago, once she was sure both he and the pugilist who had tried to tackle Pendra were down for the count the sable siren reached down to the wheezing man in charge, but not just for the purpose of adding insult to injury.

“I wonder if anyone will waste tears for you and your men, hm~?” Instead simply reaching for his belt and taking what she could easily guess was the keys to the cargo bay, with the fine feline now freed from confinement her demeanour had changed entirely from the confused soul rescued from the water, and now was far icier in her temperament really. Though what could one expect from a mafia girl, eh?

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

The redhead slammed the door to the cabin shut behind her as her sister from another mister dispatched her attacker and then the captain who barely had a chance to fight back. Pendra didn’t even wince as the final gunshot rang out in the compact room, the sound being loud and sudden was one that the young mafia woman was all to familiar with. “My boys are capable members of the Agoon Mafioso, to insinuate they aren’t is quite the insult to them and to me, Claudia.” Pendra spoke with a dry smile and eyes like daggers that watched her companion closely.

The sounds from outside were that of a quick fierce fight, a good few of the pirate crew were apprehended, or dead already. The girls had seen to that personally, all that was left now was the mop up of the deck hands that weren’t privy to this room. “Tears for these idiots? Maybe their mothers, but that is it. They failed society the moment they turned to piracy.” Pendra spat to the side into a bucket as she said that before moving around, stepping on the corpse of the captain without a care in the world as she did.

“I thought you said that these guys would give us more of a fun fight, all they did was pinch my bottom and say mean words. I had better fights in med school.” Pendra explained to Claudia as she moved to peer out of the window in the door to see that the men they had brought along had started to overwhelm the pirates. Pirates that had so readily moved to take advantage of two poor young women stranded at sea.

“You owe me a good brawl sis.” Pendra cooed before walking back to the desk and leaning her weight on it, he hadn’t noticed the red splatter of blood that marred her cheek, in the dim light of the cabin it gave a terrifying visage to the alluring red head.

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

“My, with talk like that I'll start to think I'm working with a government dog~?” The brow of the beauty with the beryl eyes lifting as her buddy denounced the outlaws for being as bad as brigands, Claudia found herself smirking a little as she poked her head from the command centre and began picking off folk with her pistols who were foolish enough to poke themselves out of their hiding spots too eagerly, and teased her friend on her how she was making herself sound like she should be walking around in white and with characters relating to lawfulness on her back.
“Though I suppose the brigands do have a habit of disrupting any and all reputable operations… Do they give your father much trouble?” Even then at the very least able to admit that the surge of sea dogs was something which had a negative impact of businesses whether they were legitimate or otherwise, however, as an aspiring mafiosa herself she couldn't help but probe the issue a little and questioned her cohort on how an established gang like the Agoon were dealing with their unpredictable menace, perhaps in the hope of finding out how she herself could arm herself better for such encounters in future.

“Now, I promised a good payday… Not a challenge?” Shaking her head however when her partner seemed to protest against their opposition or perhaps more accurately the lack thereof she found as they made their way from the control room with intent to secure the ship at large, as she did so the ebony haired enchantress coyly confessed that she preferred it when her money came easily, and even if she did seem to display an apparent expertise in overcoming obstacles when it came to the hands on aspects of her business.
“Though you're welcome to throw yourself into the middle of the deck and let them dog pile you while I fix my nails?” That however not looking like it would be much of an option however as the vanquished vanguard seemed to give way to a more sizeable force which was erupting from below the decks due to the commotion they were causing, with a ship this size it was bound to be packed to the rafters with angry bodies now that a fight was on, and Miss Carbone was only too happy to pass off her share of the fighting in favour of testing the woman by her side if that was really what she was after…

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

“They are a pest that swoop in the occasional transport run. Nothing more. He didn’t see fit to dedicate a force to wipe them out.” She spoke, almost spitting the words out as she looked down to the deceased captain on the other side of the desk. This was not a challenge but yes… it was a good pay day, easy work for easy money. With a long sigh the princess of the Agoon family shifted her weight to spin around and plant her rear on the desk.

“I suppose I could but fighting in this swimsuit alone would just be a nuisance. I’d have to make my way to our ship, get my clothes then come out. It could be over by then.” Pendra spoke, voicing dissatisfaction with the entire situation. They never made women’s clothes for fighting, or to be moved about in vigorously. She has a reputation to uphold, one that be impossible to recover if anyone of her men saw a malfunction of the wardrobe whilst fighting.

“I guess there is nothing to do about it but fight my way to our boat, get dressed and fight back. Do you need anything while I am out Claudia dear?” The red head asked as she hopped forward, landing barefoot on the slowly reddening carpet of the cabin, the captains blood spilling into it. Walking to the door her feet left perfect red prints. “Don’t wait up for me sweetie, get a nap and have some beauty sleep.” She teased before pushing the door open and planting a blood-soaked foot into pirate mook, sending him flying.

The door closed behind her and off she went, doing exactly as she planned, carefully fighting her way to their ship to find her stashed bag of clothes. Her movements were simple and calculated, barely any energy was wasted as bodies moved towards her as she seemed an easy target. In reply she surgically delivered singular devastating blows to make the men drop… Gods this was boring.

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

“You know, after the past couple of days I'd kill for a glass of Chianti~?” Rolling her eyes and shaking her head but all the while the sable splendour found smiling as she did so, though some might have frowned upon the flippancy that her fellow femme showed when regarding the fight which lay ahead of them Claudia actually kind of enjoyed it, since treating this like a game seemed to at least help her feel a little more relaxed as she squeezed those triggers and watched the bodies falling all about her.
“One can only hope that they have something decent in their pantry when we're done, eh?” For that reason able to find something of a rhythm and more than that the means to continue it as she moved from body to body and snatched up what serviceable weaponry she could to continue and a nice belt to keep them in, though she only had two hands the gangster with the green gaze was happy to be greedy with her own allotment of weapons, and in doing so spared herself the chore of investigation when one stalled or jammed.

She's wasted chasing folk away from Daddy's mountains, isn't she? All too happy to drop her tool when it seemed to be spent or was just making itself difficult in favour of a replacement, the rounds of the raven continued in a precise procession, but as they did so she couldn't help but find those emerald eyes attracted more to the woman whom she fought alongside rather than the enemies they were up against.
Perhaps a few little affairs like this might win her over to my cause~? Enjoying herself in a strange little way and feeling something that almost seemed like disappointment at the idea of parting one another's company when their little escapade was over, Miss Carbone couldn't help but think that she and the pugnacious Pendra balanced one another out both in battle and beyond, and found a note of hope in the idea of winning the lass over to her cause should their cooperation continue. After all, she was in need of strong and ambitious lieutenants, was she not?

Speaking of… That not meaning that the malachite minx was entirely lacking when it came to friends for her operation but like any aspiring kingpin her ambition making her greedy, though their terrifically terrible twosome seemed to be combatting their opposition with able aplomb the woman in charge of the operation couldn’t help but start to think that their aims could come much more easily if they exploited the fullness of their means, and was starting to wonder why they had not.
I'm starting to suspect our inside man has slept in today…? A man on the inside seeming essential to a trap like this and Claudia knowing this well enough that it had been a welcome part of her plan, now that the girls seemed to be doing the lion's share of the 'lifting' she couldn't help but question where her right hand man had seemed to end up in the fray, and for a second wondered if either she or her Amazonian ally might have made the mistake of laying him out already. Though, if they had, as a boss she would have been rather disappointed, wouldn't she…?

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'

[Kami-Gaz]

Pendra was moving like a whirlwind over the decks of the two vessels that had been tethered together in the rouse and now the bloody mortal combat that both crews had gotten themselves involved with. Every other step forward she was confronted by a goon, or pair of goons fighting one another. Those who were on her side moved away without a word, those who weren't thought the young red head was an easy target and tried their luck. Their luck, it seemed, was just awful. Pendra was no ducking to be plucked up and crushed with ease. No, she was a swan, vicious and ruthless as limbs were broken and bodies left in her wake.

The fighting lessened somewhat on their original ship, allowing the mafia heiress to slither through the bodies in a quicker fashion to get into the hold below and to change. First she wiped away any blood before covering her swimsuit with a simple pair of black pants, a fitted white shirt and a simple black tie. Her feet were now clad in formal black shoes. Once her hair was tied into a loose pony tail the young woman strolled back out of the hold to the top deck exuding an air of superiority as she carried a bag over one shoulder.

No one even dared to get in her way on the way back, it seemed the fighting had started to somewhat calm down as Pendra pushed through the door to the captains cabin that Claudia had been holding up in. “Honey,” she started in a deadpan voice. “I’m Home.”

The bag that had been slung over her shoulder was tossed over to the other woman and a predatory grin was cracked. “If you dress like you own the place, no one messes with you. You should try it Darling.”

[Jess]

HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?

Speak of the devil… Perhaps it something of an overstatement to say that Miss Carbone let loose a breath of relief when she spied her minion finally seeming to erupt from the decks below and provide some much needed strafing fire on their targets, though it was clear that the man had looked to have been fighting hard and also seemed to ease the burden on the women on deck, the beryl boss still was not feeling lenient based on how much he had made her wait.
He needn't think such a timely appearance will spare him punishment for such sluggishness though~ Happy to share a playful little barb with the belle she found herself fighting alongside but taught to know that a leader should be strictest with their underlings and especially so when they failed their expectations, perhaps it was a little cruel to speculate on docking the share she would give the man who had taught her such stern standards but if she did not she would have been failing them both, though was generous enough to allow him the chance to make up for that with what followed. If he was a good boy, maybe he would get something, eh?

-~-~-~-

“How chivalrous~” Thankfully the combined efforts of their similarly skilled gunplay seeming to permit the woman in charge a moment for relaxation by the time that her auburn acquaintance returned to her with a bundle of clothes in hand, between the three of them they had managed to turn the tide against a force which seemed superior only in number, and were now afforded a note of respite which the emerald eyed enchantress aimed to enjoy.
“Though I can't help but wonder if this is a gambit to see me change~?” For that reason the fox flashing her fellow femme a little wink and a smirk to go with it as she began to unfasten the shirt she was wearing in favour of something looking a little more professional, despite her teasing words Claudia was only too happy to treat a room with only two women within it like a schoolgirls locker room, and as such felt only the need to modestly turn away from her fellow femme as she began to slip into something more fitting for herself.

“Looks like the fight is won at least~” Hardly even caring if pendra got quite the 'bonus' and if anything feeling the woman had earned if for the ferocity she had shown in the conflict, Miss Carbone let loose a little sigh of satisfaction as she began to count her proverbial chickens, and was left to lament only the fact that she hadn't had the sense to stow a bottle of something bubbly to toast the occasion given how smoothly things had gone.
“And to the victor, the spoils, eh~?” The resistance quelled and the green goddess left with a moment to celebrate their success as she pulled a dark mix of sweater and dress over her frame and felt so much more like herself in doing so, once she was done and the better parts of the goods she carried were modestly concealed or mostly so the malachite minx marched back over to the door, and showed off the unexpected boon they had found accordingly.
“Apparently they were carrying some rather 'hot' cargo?” Cracking the door and gesturing toward a group of individuals who looked worse for wear but certainly enthusiastic when it came to the ushering that her underling gave them, though perhaps it pained her to note how underfed and underclothed they looked, a spirit inclined toward charity fought to remind Claudia that the journey home would provide time for them to amend that a bit. After all, it wasn't as if the crew needed the rations aboard or their belongings either now, was it?

“And they call us the criminals~?” Perhaps betraying a note of contempt however in how she seemed to scoff and shrug at their unexpected discovery soon after, even though she was dyed in the wool as far as the rotten element went, it was nice for even Claudia to note she could find a note of justness in her work. I mean, even mafiosi had standards, didn't they~?

	Claudia Carbone	### words
	@tag, Summer Lovin'