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Elesmirit's Forest Home

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Elesmirit let out a sigh of frustration, seeing Ducaine heading out towards the forest marsh. “He’s still coming with, he is still useful, and besides, not all Alkolk are as gruff as Reptin, usually they’re more lax~”

"I also can’t disobey what Silverwing says since the goddess put her in charge." Drinaug interrupted, then attempted to justify himself."Besides I think you’d feel the same way if someone was aiming to kill someone you loved or your family, that rage is what I feel for my people right now; where everyone is almost like family to you, you want to protect them."

He stopped and couldn’t even look at him. “Your an idiot.” Was all he said as he kept walking.

Elesmirit silently followed up behind him before matching pace, if not a half foot ahead, “I’m sorry….” She whispered to him as she felt her mind slip into her thoughts, beginning to wiggle her fingers in a meticulous but subconscious action while water orbs danced around her fingertips.

Drinaug scowled, following silently behind them.

Like he would even understand….

Moving faster. If he got into a fight he wasn’t going to show mercy.

After walking a ways into the forest, Elesmirit raised her hand in front of Ducaine. “Hold on….” she said as she looked around, listening to the leaves and area around them before a humanoid figure approached them, speaking in the traditional tongue. The figure itself seemed a bit small and hid behind a tree, poking out it’s head to speak.

"Hello, it’s alright, we mean no harm." Elesmirit spoke," We wish to speak with the tribes here to see if they’re okay.

"Dap(Dah)?" The figure spoke softly, coming out more into view showing to be a humanoid monkey, at least 5 feet high.

It was a small monkey girl who looked rather timid but at the mention of help, hurried over with a happy expression, “Come! Come!” she spoke with an accent, grabbing for Elesmirit’s and Ducaine’s hands, since they were the closest.

Getting dragged along he didn’t know what to say.

As the monkey girl lead the three into the forest, a bit deeper in the came to a tribal camp. The camp seemed as if it had been there for many years, adapting and embracing the changes of the ages as time passed. Quite a few of the homes actually being built into the trees.

Elesmirit watched as the girl took off into one of the cozy looking homes and came out with an older Monkey-man. Age clear in his appearance as a few wrinkled bags drooped under his eyes, slightly hunched back and using a walking stick to come towards them, his clothing indicating that he was the chief.

Hello fair travelers, I hear that you have come to visit our people? Though I cannot say that we welcome many visitors in….Hard times, but if you are here to help, then we shall welcome you happily." He spoke with a thick accent before noticing Drinaug behind the two of them, "I would advise you friend, not to drink the water, other Alkolk have drank the water her and become ill, unfortunately one of them was our shaman." He shakes his head sadly, "If you wish to see them you may, though it seems that it is only the Alkolk that are being effected, so f you thirst, you are welcome to drink the water. Though, seeing your clothes" he looked back at Elesmirit after looking at Ducaine,"You may wish to try your hand at healing them, you may have some success where we have failed.

A Forest Guardian and a Wandering Soul: Septic waters →

 

Elesmirit let out a sigh of frustration, seeing Ducaine heading out towards the forest marsh. “He’s still coming with, he is still useful, and besides, not all Alkolk are as gruff as Reptin, usually they’re more lax~”

"I also can’t disobey what Silverwing says since the goddess put her in charge." Drinaug interrupted, then attempted to justify himself."Besides I think you’d feel the same way if someone was aiming to kill someone you loved or your family, that rage is what I feel for my people right now; where everyone is almost like family to you, you want to protect them."

He stopped and couldn’t even look at him. “Your an idiot.” Was all he said as he kept walking.

Elesmirit silently followed up behind him before matching pace, if not a half foot ahead, “I’m sorry….” She whispered to him as she felt her mind slip into her thoughts, beginning to wiggle her fingers in a meticulous but subconscious action while water orbs danced around her fingertips.

Drinaug scowled, following silently behind them.

Like he would even understand….

Moving faster. If he got into a fight he wasn’t going to show mercy.

After walking a ways into the forest, Elesmirit raised her hand in front of Ducaine. “Hold on….” she said as she looked around, listening to the leaves and area around them before a humanoid figure approached them, speaking in the traditional tongue. The figure itself seemed a bit small and hid behind a tree, poking out it’s head to speak.

"Hello, it’s alright, we mean no harm." Elesmirit spoke," We wish to speak with the tribes here to see if they’re okay.

"Dap(Dah)?" The figure spoke softly, coming out more into view showing to be a humanoid monkey, at least 5 feet high.

It was a small monkey girl who looked rather timid but at the mention of help, hurried over with a happy expression, “Come! Come!” she spoke with an accent, grabbing for Elesmirit’s and Ducaine’s hands, since they were the closest.

Chasing the Dreams of the King, Blade of the Raging Waves Saga: Drifting on the Sand Sea Arc

 

Triake stared at her, his cheek red from her slap, not knowing quite what to say. He just looked on as Elesmirit cried, he hadn’t seen her cry like that in a long while. He wasn’t sure what to say either. It was a lot what she said, she would live for so long? Did that really matter to him? His mind swirled as he thought of that, of what would happen when he died. Suddenly a thought came to him, of his mother… when she died. His face went cold.There was a darkness that enveloped his emotions. What about her? Who loved with all her heart only to die like that!? Would she have pushed away the one she loved for this!? As Triake was about to say something, he lost his balance and tipped forward. His arms reched out forward to regain his footing and in doing so he grabbed Elesmirit in an embrace. He was shocked out of his dark thoughts.

Miya walked past, her hair retracting from how it had pushed Triake into her. She walked to where Nanashi was as the new crew member was regaining consciousness. “Eh…” She said as she wiped the foam from her her mouth. She saw the Captain holding another member of the crew with his back turned to her. It was an opening. Nanashi raised her arm. There was a crunch next to her, and a steady drop of blood. Miya had her leg raised high, her hands were clenched so hard they were bleeding and her foot gripped the deck so fiercely it cracked beneath her even more.

"You move your hand another hair, I will kill you.” Miya’s hair barely hide the tears streaming down her face.

Elesmirit was caught off guard, feeling arms wrapped around her as her eyes were blinded with tears. She wasn’t expecting to be embraced; reprimanded, scolded, laughed at, or even dismissed. She had hoped for the gentle touch but found herself surprised at who’s voice she heard and the scenes that she saw as she blinked away some tears.

Miya, with her leg prepared to swing against Nanashi; her arm raised against Triake and his arms around herself. Feeling herself bundled up in his arms, against his chest, being taken in by his scent and warmth.

She held herself there as she felt guilt bubble up from inside, replacing her rage, “….I’m sorry….I’m so sorry….” She mumbled, her hands slowly moving up to her face.

Triake just put his free hand on her head and patted her lightly. “Don’t be, it’s alright. Don’t cry El.” Triake didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what he had been about to say. Where had that anger come from? He found himself sighing again as he looked up. He made a light call to Filu who intercept the News Coo and seemed to have a conversation with it before trading some beri for the newspaper.

Triake motioned for Filu to give the paper and the bounty stack to Elesmirit as he walked into the mess hall. Katarina was sitting their, her face etched with misery, her face bruised from being struck. Miya looked similar but she had no wounds, the new girl looked sullen, glaring at Triake but saying nothing. The Featherwing captain exhaled annoyed. “Can we not have a cheerful breakfast?” He received no answer and was about to say more when Filu barked at him, then she started chirping. Filu had grown large, large enough that she could easily carry Elesmirit or Miya on her back in either form. The months had been kind to the wolf, who could now speak in chirps in her wolf form or barks in her bird form. Triake figured it was through use of her devil fruit.

"Miya and Kara are hurt." He looked back to them and found it to be true. It seemed like Miya’s feet were bleeding, he assumed Miya meant Katarina when she said Kara, the bruise did look bad.

"Go get some ice Filu. I’ll help them." Triake said before he very gently held Katarina’s cheek and examined her face. "I’m surprised you don’t resist me." He said as she allowed him to touch her, allowed him to look at her without any complaint except for the worry in her eyes.

"You can do whatever you want with me, I don’t have anywhere else to go and I’m not sure whether I’ll live through the week… so anything is…" She stopped talking as her words gave way to a gasp of pain. The grip on her face tightened.

"You will live through this week and the next and the next. I’m not going to let you die." He released her before apologising. "I’m sorry. I just don’t like hearing that sort of talk." He took the ice from Filu and held it to her face. "While I appreciate your sort of ease with me, you don’t have to think I will do anything bad to you and I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to." Triake moved from her, leaving Katarina with a thoughtful look in her eyes as they followed him to his next position. Triake got to his knees and lifted Miya’s foot. She stared at him in shock and protested as he tore his sleeves to bandage the wounds. "Maybe if you care about my clothes, you will care about your feet Miya, please don’t hurt yourself." He said thoughtfully.

As Elesmirit watched the events transpire about her as she attempted to compose herself. Watching a bit more closely as her thoughts regained themselves. After they had gone into the ship, Elesmirit took a look at the newspaper and the bounties, a bit annoyed at the fact that they spelled her name wrong.

She created a clone a moment later, handing the news and wanted posters over to the clone with the job of informing the crew what she had discovered. She herself went to collect the documents from her room to read and brief them. 

Walking into the galley, the clone saw the scenes and walked over to the blank wall, hanging up the new posters and then turned to the rest of them and cleared her throat.

"Elesmirit has told me to inform you of the recent events and an update on our bounty status as she goes to collect the other information from her room, also apologizing for her actions. Now the news thus far is~

Hugo Deppsong was executed at Banero Island

And our Bounty update is:

125 mil Beri Yuki “Demon Whispers” Nanashi

115 mil Beri Featherwing Elsemirit

~to our annoyance they spelled our name wrong~

70mil Beri Veil “Hikami” Miya

12 mil Beri Feather D. Triake

40 mil Beri “Turncoat” Katarina

And also a very important question I must ask you Captain is if I may examine your back, as we left the last ship, Black was glowing.”

As the clone finished her statement, Elesmirit walked in, “I see you informed them?” She asked her clone as it looked over at her from the doorway.

Triake looked over his shoulder and was about to say something a slight smile on his face but then as he heard Elesmirit speak and knowing it to be a clone, his smile vanished and he decided not to say anything. It felt a bit cold to him to send a copy of herself to talk to them. That was not the only thing to sour his mood, apparently his bounty had dropped. This caused Nanashi to laugh hysterically while Miya’s fist tightened in anger. “How do they justify that?” She said. “You were the one who got us off that ship, you beat a marine captain from Roger’s day. Twelve million beri!? What a joke?!” This caused Nanashi to splutter a little.

"What are you talking about? I thought one of those women." She motioned to Elesmirit and the clone. "Dealt with that heshe womanman thing. Her’s is the only bounty close to mine, it doesn’t make sense that twelve over here did anything but faint." Nanashi regained her self-confident smirk. Katarina glanced at her.

"You say this but his Haki had you drooling on the floor." Nanashi’s cheeks reddened at this comment. "It’s his name, his family have influential people in the marines, they are probably keeping his bounty low. Considering the people I’ve heard he brought in, that bounty is too low." Katarina said, still holding the cloth full of ice in her mouth.

"Oh, so Turncoat what bounty would you give him?” Nanashi seemed to take pleasure in seeing Katarina flinch.

"I’d say his bounty is easily above ninety million, and that without taking his devil fruit into consideration." Katarina glanced at Triake who was looking back at her. "From what I’ve seen, I’d give him 190 million. His fruit is probably a legendary fruit. Comparable to Marco or X-Drake." Nanashi gaped at Triake. "Also he is the captain, so that would also explain him having a high bounty… unless he was just a figurehead." The word seemed to echo.

"I like him as Eye candy." Miya chimed in cheerfully. That word also echo. Triake finished bandaging Miya’s feet, then he sat and pouted. "Aww, Triake don’t be like that, eye candy is not bad." She chuckled before something Elesmirit said struck her. "Can see that paper?" She asked as she reached out, suddenly a paper that was hidden in the stack fell out. It was another bounty.

Kite Wolf Filu - 15 million Beri

Triake’s head smacked into the table while Filu howled.

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Elesmirit walked over to her clone then walked through it as she formed back with it. So found herself growing more and more annoyed with Nanashi before she heard her get cut down to size.

She glanced over at Katarina, surprised with the bounty that she proposed before speaking up, “Well I think that to be a more honorable price for our beloved Captain’s head than 12 mil~

As she saw Filu’s poster fall from the stack and Triake’s reaction, she hung her head, “Sorry Captain…. I didn’t want to let you know that. I kinda thought it would be rubbing salt in the wound….” 

She went and picked it up off of the ground, giving Filu a little pet before walking over to the wall and hanging up Filu’s then went to her poster and hung her old one up over it, though grabbing a pair of scissors from her pocket and cutoff a part of it so the bounty was current but her name was covered. “There, much better….”

Nanashi gave a mocking scoff, “Aww…. Is your name a touchy subject, Elsemrit?" she smirked, crossed arms as she sat in a reclined position.

Not even a second later a fresh cut appeared on Nanashi’s cheek as an Ice spear stuck in the floor behind her.

"Do not. Mock the name my mother gave me." Her voice was cold and filled with menace. Her voice echoing with it’s watery wrath, she herself was giving a look to her that could kill if they could. Though her body language was as if she hadn’t moved to even throw the spear. “The accident of getting my name wrong after only hearing it once; is fine, purposely mocking it…. I will not forgive easily.

Nanashi touched her cheek and stood up, giving Elesmirit a threatening look. “Is that a challenge?” she dared, taking a half step forward after she saw the blood on her fingertips.

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Chasing the Dreams of the King, Blade of the Raging Waves Saga: Drifting on the Sand Sea Arc

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On the deck there were word burned into the wood. “Set sail immediately.” Triake’s door was closed and Katarina was busying herself trying to get the ship ready for disembark. She was moving with an injured haste, limping lightly as it seemed her left side was injured. She didn’t offer any explanation or greeting to those who had come, she simply went about her work as quickly as she could.

Inside his cabin, Triake was asleep.

After the Elly’s came aboard, they each headed to their destination on the ship: Mirr and Elesmirit to the infirmary and El, to the crows nest to safely secure their documents that she had obtained before coming back to the deck and forming back into one Elesmirit again. It didn’t take her long to jump into action and help Katarina get the ship moving.

Two Days Later….

Elesmirit was up in the crows nest, inspecting the large shard of Kairoseki that she had extracted from her body, having been studying it for the past few days, trying to understand it and how it worked. After the first day, she decided that she was going to keep a piece of it inside her, using herself in an experiment, not wanting to risk it on anyone else.

After an hour or two of studying after breakfast, she put the shard back in her arm, the most joyful part of the experiment, she sarcastically thought to herself as a joke.

After she finish that and sealed the wound, she headed down, going to check on her captain, knowing that the two days had come to an end and she could inform him now of the black scar.

"I wonder which feather is black?" She thought to herself as she headed towards the cabin, having simply slid down the ladder and checked on her tree, keeping it in perfect health as she always kept her forest.  ”I wonder how they’re doing without me?” She caught herself wondering but shook her head, casting her thoughts to the back of her mind, "I’m sure that they’re fine for now…." thought there was doubt in her thoughts.

She opened the door to the cabin and peaked in, “Captain? She called, not wanting to sound too informal if he had just awakened. There was one sight that stopped her from uttering a simple word and had her simply stare.

After a moment her thoughts caught up with her tongue and could finally speak, the shock of Miya almost completely indecent and laying with Triake had completely shaken her. “What are you doing Miya?” her voice raised but didn’t break, she tried staying quieter to not alert the others but couldn’t control it all the way. “Why are you….” She couldn’t completely think straight, seeing after she shifted to the side that Triake was also lacking in decency. 

"Why?" Her head asked, over and over, seeing that scene struck her, hard.

Miya rubbed the sleep from her eyes as Elesmirit yelled rather loudly. “Mo~ I’m trying to sleep, do you mind?” She said with a yawn as she decided to snuggle back into Triake’s chest. A smile drew across her face as she looked at the captain, still sleeping, she stroked his face and then his chest before she sighed contently. “What do you want? As you’ve said plenty of times, it’s not like he is anything to you… He is just your captain, right?” Miya looked fiercely at Elesmirit before she calmed down and rest her head again. “Besides, I was…” Suddenly, a tanned hand was resting on her head. Miya looked up suddenly and saw Triake looking back at her. Her eyes welled up with tears as she threw her arms around him and gripped him tightly, her lower half moving vigorously and quickly. “Triake!” Her rear end suddenly came upto her chest as Filu started licking his face. Triake laughed and patted both of them.

"What are you two doing here?" He asked lightly, yawning widely and stretching while underneath Filu and Miya.

Triake heard both Miya and Filu say that they came to see him and he was shivering so they kept him warm. To this he smiled, even as Miya walked out the door, clothed in a simple dress of her hair and Filu changed to a kite and flew out the wind. Triake stood and dressed himself. Smiling to himself and sighing. There was a large crack outside suddenly, causing Triake to run out, only then did he see Elesmirit standing there. “Oh! El, I didn’t know you were here!” Triake seemed about to say something else but another crack sent him outside.

As he came out, he saw Katarina on the floor, she was breathing heavily and bleeding. The new woman, the one with dark hair was standing there grinning, Miya was standing opposite her, her hair arranged in a manner that made it seem like her head had tentacles. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Miya said through clenched teeth.

"I’m thinking I should be captain, my bounty speaks for itself and I’ll be the one to lead this crew, why should we follow someone who has a bounty so low! And a man at that!" Miya let her hair answer, suddenly, one of the hair-tentacles shot out and grappled her wrist. Nanashi looked at the red strands with disdain before they released with a loud clang. Miya dropped to the ground shaking as a kairoseki manacle was on one of her wrists. "I didn’t bring them on but I won’t hesitate to use them." Triake stepped forward at this, seeing Miya’s distress her, hair staying long and about her but no longer in the form of a dress.

"We’ll get it off soon, I’m sure if they are here, the keys are also." Triake turned his gaze seriously to the woman he didn’t now. "I am the captain but if you think you are better than me, you are free to take my place. I have no qualms with that. What I have an issue with is you harming my Nakama. If you are going to stay on this ship, you will have to play nice." He looked angry. "Now, drop those manacles."

"O-ho-ho-ho! Such big talk for a man who isn’t even in 9 digits." Her arms slashed downwards. as the manacles flew towards him. One was about to strike him in the face, the other to bind on his arms as a burst of Haoushoku Haki burst on to the deck, it was strong and intense, spreading over the deck. Triake didn’t move and the manacles stopped just in front of him. Nanashi’s eyes went white as she toppled over backwards, foaming from the mouth as Triake’s Haki hit only her, subduing her attack and nullifying her power.

"Time for breakfast I think." Triake said as he walked over to Katarina and helped her upto her feet. "I assume you have the key?" The blonde looked away sheepishly before handing him the key. He didn’t delay in getting the cuffs off Miya, who repaid him with a shaking and breathless thank you and hug before she ran to her room for a chance to get her composure. Triake sighed. It was going to be a rough time getting used to the new people. He heard the sound of the news coo above, he wondered what news it would bring?

"You’re right, I’m just a Guardian, I have no one to love me, and no one to trust, I am a fool…." She thought, turning around as she heard them both stir and get dressed, she was ready to go out the door and heard a clang, closing the door quietly behind her and stood on the stairs.

Everything was in a slight haze to her: Rage, Betrayal, Doubt, a sliver of hope, and Disappointment. 

As she heard her captain’s voice behind her, she didn’t move, didn’t twitch, showed no sign of recognition, she turned to the clang and watched the scene silently, rage boiling still.

It wasn’t long before she watched the sight, in awe like always of her captain but as she refused to lash out at anyone, once it was done, she walked down the stairs and past him, heading to the edge of the deck, turning into her transparent and watery self.

 It took her a second to get onto the edge, ignoring the bird she heard, wanting only to listen to the water, prepared to jump into the ocean.

"I need some time to think….Calmly."

Triake watched as Elesmirit started to walk beside him and then away. He reached out and took hold of her arm when he realised she wasn’t moving towards the mess hall. “El, are you coming with us? Or have you already cooked?” He asked quizzically, not sure why she wouldn’t be joining them. He glanced up. “And the News Coo is here, don’t you want to find out what in the world is going on in the world? He chuckled lightly while smiling at her.

That hurt her, even if it was her job, it cut her deep, just enough to push her over….

Wrenching her arm away from him, she spun on her heels and slapped him across the face, tears flowing down her cheeks and the deck cracked and splintered from her rage. “Is that all I am to you?! Just your meal ticket?!” 

"Stop! Get a hold of yourself!"

"The woman you said you loved! The one who you wanted as your Queen! But apparently not enough to allow another woman in your arms! But then again…. I guess it’s fine since~"

"No! Stop! Don’t let them know yet! They won’t believe you!~

"I’ll easily out live you by two million years! I know I’ve been cold, so you probably didn’t believe what I told you Triake but…. I really love you, even if I don’t act like it." She spoke, tears flowing heavily still." I’m just afraid that if I act too attached to you, I’ll have you taken away from me or used against me, but it looks like I acted too cold and drove you away from me instead…. Even after….Even after…." she started crying harder, letting out little wolfie hiccups, that sounded more like they should have come from Filu than from her. 

Triake stared at her, his cheek red from her slap, not knowing quite what to say. He just looked on as Elesmirit cried, he hadn’t seen her cry like that in a long while. He wasn’t sure what to say either. It was a lot what she said, she would live for so long? Did that really matter to him? His mind swirled as he thought of that, of what would happen when he died. Suddenly a thought came to him, of his mother… when she died. His face went cold.There was a darkness that enveloped his emotions. What about her? Who loved with all her heart only to die like that!? Would she have pushed away the one she loved for this!? As Triake was about to say something, he lost his balance and tipped forward. His arms reched out forward to regain his footing and in doing so he grabbed Elesmirit in an embrace. He was shocked out of his dark thoughts.

Miya walked past, her hair retracting from how it had pushed Triake into her. She walked to where Nanashi was as the new crew member was regaining consciousness. “Eh…” She said as she wiped the foam from her her mouth. She saw the Captain holding another member of the crew with his back turned to her. It was an opening. Nanashi raised her arm. There was a crunch next to her, and a steady drop of blood. Miya had her leg raised high, her hands were clenched so hard they were bleeding and her foot gripped the deck so fiercely it cracked beneath her even more.

"You move your hand another hair, I will kill you.” Miya’s hair barely hide the tears streaming down her face.

Elesmirit was caught off guard, feeling arms wrapped around her as her eyes were blinded with tears. She wasn’t expecting to be embraced; reprimanded, scolded, laughed at, or even dismissed. She had hoped for the gentle touch but found herself surprised at who’s voice she heard and the scenes that she saw as she blinked away some tears.

Miya, with her leg prepared to swing against Nanashi; her arm raised against Triake and his arms around herself. Feeling herself bundled up in his arms, against his chest, being taken in by his scent and warmth.

She held herself there as she felt guilt bubble up from inside, replacing her rage, “….I’m sorry….I’m so sorry….” She mumbled, her hands slowly moving up to her face.

Triake just put his free hand on her head and patted her lightly. “Don’t be, it’s alright. Don’t cry El.” Triake didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what he had been about to say. Where had that anger come from? He found himself sighing again as he looked up. He made a light call to Filu who intercept the News Coo and seemed to have a conversation with it before trading some beri for the newspaper.

Triake motioned for Filu to give the paper and the bounty stack to Elesmirit as he walked into the mess hall. Katarina was sitting their, her face etched with misery, her face bruised from being struck. Miya looked similar but she had no wounds, the new girl looked sullen, glaring at Triake but saying nothing. The Featherwing captain exhaled annoyed. “Can we not have a cheerful breakfast?” He received no answer and was about to say more when Filu barked at him, then she started chirping. Filu had grown large, large enough that she could easily carry Elesmirit or Miya on her back in either form. The months had been kind to the wolf, who could now speak in chirps in her wolf form or barks in her bird form. Triake figured it was through use of her devil fruit.

"Miya and Kara are hurt." He looked back to them and found it to be true. It seemed like Miya’s feet were bleeding, he assumed Miya meant Katarina when she said Kara, the bruise did look bad.

"Go get some ice Filu. I’ll help them." Triake said before he very gently held Katarina’s cheek and examined her face. "I’m surprised you don’t resist me." He said as she allowed him to touch her, allowed him to look at her without any complaint except for the worry in her eyes.

"You can do whatever you want with me, I don’t have anywhere else to go and I’m not sure whether I’ll live through the week… so anything is…" She stopped talking as her words gave way to a gasp of pain. The grip on her face tightened.

"You will live through this week and the next and the next. I’m not going to let you die." He released her before apologising. "I’m sorry. I just don’t like hearing that sort of talk." He took the ice from Filu and held it to her face. "While I appreciate your sort of ease with me, you don’t have to think I will do anything bad to you and I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to." Triake moved from her, leaving Katarina with a thoughtful look in her eyes as they followed him to his next position. Triake got to his knees and lifted Miya’s foot. She stared at him in shock and protested as he tore his sleeves to bandage the wounds. "Maybe if you care about my clothes, you will care about your feet Miya, please don’t hurt yourself." He said thoughtfully.

As Elesmirit watched the events transpire about her as she attempted to compose herself. Watching a bit more closely as her thoughts regained themselves. After they had gone into the ship, Elesmirit took a look at the newspaper and the bounties, a bit annoyed at the fact that they spelled her name wrong.

She created a clone a moment later, handing the news and wanted posters over to the clone with the job of informing the crew what she had discovered. She herself went to collect the documents from her room to read and brief them. 

Walking into the galley, the clone saw the scenes and walked over to the blank wall, hanging up the new posters and then turned to the rest of them and cleared her throat.

"Elesmirit has told me to inform you of the recent events and an update on our bounty status as she goes to collect the other information from her room, also apologizing for her actions. Now the news thus far is~

Hugo Deppsong was executed at Banero Island

And our Bounty update is:

125 mil Beri Yuki “Demon Whispers” Nanashi

115 mil Beri Featherwing Elsmirit

~to our annoyance they spelled our name wrong~

70mil Beri Veil “Hikami” Miya

12 mil Beri Feather D. Triake

40 mil Beri “Turncoat” Katarina

And also a very important question I must ask you Captain is if I may examine your back, as we left the last ship, Black was glowing.”

As the clone finished her statement, Elesmirit walked in, “I see you informed them?” She asked her clone as it looked over at her from the doorway.

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animechibileak123:

You also have these baby teenage mutant ninja turtles to protect you.

This is actually such a good tactic for people with serious anxiety problems. Thank you. Really. Omg.