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Post by JOAN SHARK on Dec 3, 2017 15:41:14 GMT -5
They called her a siren. Did they even know what a siren looked like? She was a stupid whale that just happened to have a decent voice. And Joan Shark was going to show that blubber balloon what a real, honest-to-goodness piscine siren looked like.
Joan Shark may also be a little bitter.
After running into the pirate and her crew over in San Faldo—leaving her minus her own crew after a fight broke out on the streets of the Pauper Parade, bless that festival—Joan had taken up the bounty without a second thought. It wasn't much but she was pretty proud of that little crew she dragged up from the deeps. And so she had followed the Siren to Water 7, to this shanty ass bar where apparently she was swindling the locals out of their money and booze.
Men are stupid. With the amount of nasal flaring and huffing Joan was doing, one would think she were pufferfish. Thankfully, she brought earplugs though had yet to put them in.
"I ain't even know what beef y'got with 'er," she angry-talked at the man she'd made a temporary alliance with, "but this be personal fer me. Yous do what you gotta do but come fightin' yous stay outta my way, got it Sir Bard? Don't werry, she'll be recognizable... ah swear."
Standing outside the establishment with a hood over her immediately recognizable features, things were going to get lit.
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Post by MIGUEL HIDALGO on Dec 8, 2017 3:40:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"] Some women were pretty – Miguel liked those kind of women regardless of race and loved to admire them. He lived and loved and left, that was the motto he’d given himself when he had first escaped slavery and had been free to do whatever he wanted. Why, that Siren woman was such a lovely, tempting mark that he could maybe even duet with it. In another world, in another time… maybe he could have invited her onto his crew – after all, two voices like theirs could definitely shake the world’s very foundations.
But alas, he knew that she was a fellow aspiring pirate captain with her own crew, and a viper at that considering that he knew about her connections to that bastard he’d killed years ago to gain his freedom. Definitely not crewmate material, not even ally material. She was even horning in on what he considered his territory – Water 7- and already was ahead of the bounty game with that much money on her head.
Absolutely unacceptable. She had to go. Beautiful as she was, there was only room for one ‘best’ pirate singer in town, and it was not her by a long shot. He had to not just take her out, but crush her hopes and dreams. Maybe force her beautiful voice to make pained screams till it broke – that was such a wonderful style of music. And if someone else could strike the killing blow instead and delay his entry into the bounty game, well… that certainly would be a boon, now wouldn’t it?
And he did manage to find one in the form of a pretty fishwoman with a grudge. He wasn’t quite sure what the grudge was nor did he care, as long as their prey was left intact enough to benefit while still also getting rid of her in Water 7 for good.
“That’s fine. I’ll only interfere if you need it.” He remarked with a light smile as a hood was also covering his features. However, he was wearing a jacket instead of a cloak and made no motion to hide his guitar or his cutlass. He was more playing along with her anyway, and it wasn’t as if anyone would recognize him beyond his job as a bard – he made sure to stay discreet while he gathered people up. ”May I ask why you want her ass kicked so bad though, or is it a secret?”
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Post by JOAN SHARK on Dec 9, 2017 22:29:58 GMT -5
"No secret. Mah crew were just one of th' many th' bitch screwed ta get 'ere. Sold us out ta Marines. I'll never forget me captain's look of betrayal."
She looked down at the heavy-set rings adorning her webbed fingers, mere mismatched knuckledusters that shone prettily in the light.
"She'd recognize me. But I just gots'ta get close enough to rearrange her face w'me forgotten friends 'ere." One for every soul that should have been sunk and buried at sea, instead split sideways on the surface. But with a shake of her head Joan would regain herself and nod to the bearded man. Had no idea what he could do, but she assumed if he wanted the bounty then he was going to be useful.
A forceful push against the creaking door would lead to a dingy but spacious saloon. Sprawled across the seats and tables were drunk sailors moving and breathing like locusts across rotten wood, the few outsiders stranded livestock. Playing cards thrown out, heated arguments turned to sloppy cheer and some couples melted into each other backside the room; Joan would carefully pick her way through the throng, avoiding groping hands and glazed stares to arrive in front of the bedraggled barkeep and sank her fingernails into the table.
"Jonesy Bark!" she told the woman who scurried off to make the beverage while the fishwoman cast her eye about for the flaming red hair of the Siren.
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Post by MIGUEL HIDALGO on Dec 13, 2017 23:51:46 GMT -5
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"] [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"] Sold them out to the Marines? He’d believe that considering the woman’s nickname and what he’d heard of her modus operandi. Well, a simple grudge and a simple goal worked very well for his purposes. All the better for him, really.
”I suppose I’ll keep the attention on me when I have to until you can reach your target then. Well, don’t worry about that, I happen to be rather… attention-grabbing. It’s part of what I do.” He remarked idly as he nodded back and then followed her inside the bar.
It never got any easier to tolerate the smell of stale sweat, cheap booze, mediocrity and desperation no matter how much he frequented these sorts of places, probably not helped by the fact that there were no nice faces to liven up the scenery for the most part. Still, he was used to it so he just adjusted his hood and just observed and listened, noting with amusement that no one tried to grope him like they did with his companion. Perks of being one of the many faceless in the bar, he supposed.
Once they were in front of the barkeep, he let his companion order first before chiming in with a voice just loud enough to be heard over the din. ”And a spiced rum for me.” The woman paused at his familiar voice and he flashed her a smile that made her blush even with his face obscured. He then watched as she scurried away after looking over at his companion again and he began to look over the bar once more.
Pretty redheads, pretty redheads… would the Siren actually bother to hide her presence even in bar such as this? He didn’t deign to know how women’s minds worked beyond what was relevant for him, but it would pay to know.
He hadn’t noticed his eyes closed until he’d heard the murmurs begin to rise, making his eyes snap open. Glancing over, he saw a redhead by the doorway, smiling unabashedly with some other pretty women as they strutted –yes strutted- through the door like they owned it. He resisted the urge to wolf-whistle like the rabble.
”Your friend?” He asked her lightly even as he had to stomp down on the reflexive irritated and uncomfortable feeling that rose when looking at that face. It was beautiful… but the memories associated with it made him unable to savor such beauty.
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Post by JOAN SHARK on Dec 16, 2017 14:36:42 GMT -5
His version of attention-grabbing was not nearly the same as her interpretation. Gawking at the power of rugged good looks and its effects on the barkeep, Joan swiveled her one good eye between the two. Joan, she was alright at getting some laughs out of people, some cheers, the occasional intimidation. Whatever powers he had to make people blush, however, were as out of her element as a fish was on land.
"So suave!" chortled, shooting him a toothy grin.
By the time he had found the target and pointed it out to the fishwoman, she had reached out to grip the mug she had been given and tilt it straight down, chugging. It helped with the burn that was getting her drink second, and also to forget the coy look the bartender was throwing her partner. 'Demmit, why don't nobody look at me that way?'
"Aye... thas' 'er," Joan would scowl as she turned to look, licking the last drops of ale off her lips. She would tilt her hood forward over her features, trying her best to conceal the translucent blue skin. "Do what yous do, pretty boy, and ah'll be in th' crowd. Unless y'need my 'elp. Cuz ah can charm th' pants off a giant, don'tcha know?"
Downing the rest of her drink in heaving gulps and slapping down some berri, the fishwoman jumped off her stool and melted into the commotion.
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Post by MIGUEL HIDALGO on Dec 27, 2017 5:36:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"] [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"] Miguel simply offered Joan a small smile and a wink at her observation as he continued to wait for his drink. In fact, it was a tad unfortunate that it arrived as soon as their shared quarry had – less time to enjoy his spiced rum or the company of the pretty bartender. Oh well, it was time to work and he had a very special member of the audience today to entertain.
After all, if they had their way it would be her last.
”Don’t worry about it, my dear. I have it handled.” He remarked with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his rum and then turning his attention over to the bartender once more and smiling her way. ”I suppose you don’t mind if I play a song or two for you and the crowd~?”
The bartender had already had him perform before in this very bar, so she was quick to agree, even flashing him a smile and a nod as she said that the songs would pay for his drink at the very least. ”Thank you. You’re truly kind.” He then pulled out his guitar and played a few notes to make sure that it was still in-tune before beginning to sing in a voice that was loud yet utterly mellow.
”She gave a round of applause followed by a standing ovation." His eyes began to look over the women as the people who had their attention pulled by the siren and her cohorts moved to turn over to him. He just hummed, strummed his guitar and tapped his feet to a beat only he seemed to know before he continued once he got enough of the crowd’s attention. ” I feel so dumb right now, standing outside her house... trying to apologize 'cause I told quite a few lies."
“Damn.” He didn’t know who said that, but he smirked wryly at the addition as he continued to song. ”And she found me out.”
“So now I'm saying sorry 'cause I am. Though it's very clear to me that she don't give a damn. ” His eyes flickered over to the siren. ” Got me out here putting on a show, neighbors laughing at me. I just want her to know without her I can't be happy. So I'm putting on a show. I hope it's entertaining. Don't say we're over now. Please let me in the house.”
Let’s see if that grabbed her attention like it did the others. And with a genre of song that they hadn’t heard him sing before, if the surprised looks of the bartender and a few of the regulars were any indication. Heh.
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Post by JOAN SHARK on Jan 8, 2018 23:33:54 GMT -5
Blending into the crowd was a difficult feat given the female's tallness, cerulean skin, gills, fins... so on and so forth. But somehow, due to the sudden sounds of her companion, worked. Joan slipped into rear of the gaggle as heads turned and hands clasped over tall drinks raised to lips.
Funny. She never thought him to be the romantic type. But then again, that'd always been a popular genre of performance, hadn't it? Joan wasn't sure. She had a man once and a kid once too, so maybe their loss had made such feelings of fancy just air and gold dust. Or maybe she'd never cared at all—both the first and the second falling into her life like snow on the fields.
The Siren was recognizable, alright; hair like rubies in firelight. She had some familiar females about her as well, and as Joan drew closer slowly through the crowd she remembered their taunting features well. They seem amused more than anything by Miguel's performance... but distracted. And while the fishwoman's fingers itched for her scabbard, that was just a slower and more efficient method. Ten steps, five—
"Hold. On. A minute." The Siren's index finger punctuated the air, before curling. She was staring directly at Miguel, and by some force it was like the entire bar had gone quiet, enraptured.
"I don't want to go outside," she sang back, spreading her arms coyly. "I don't want to face my... pride, there's... a limit."
Joan stopped, surprised. Perhaps not so much so being as singing to a siren was a surefire way to get her to sing back. Still, she was one of the first to revive from the effects, having experienced such a voice before, even if there was this strange pain in her heart that just wanted to hear the words again. Like she had forgotten such a beautiful sound the moment it stopped.
She leaped forwards. But the delay was enough for one of Elisa's crew to take notice. In a flash silver arced through the bar, glinting in the light as it sailed over the fireweed mane of the fishwoman, who ducked at the last moment. She was forced to bring out her own scimitar, the clash of steel loud and sudden.
Elisa turned. Joan grinned sheepishly. "Ayy."
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Post by MIGUEL HIDALGO on Jan 12, 2018 6:30:11 GMT -5
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"] Her voice –which he swore got better than the last time he’d heard it- cut through the crowd with an ease he still yearned to figure out for himself even now, years later. It still threatened to draw him into its spell like it did so many times before years ago, but he was older and wiser, his mind stronger than ever. Her voice still brushed the edges of his senses and threatened to pull his mind into a daze like with the rest, but his familiarity with her voice and his own unusually-strong willpower had him pulling himself together while she was still singing.
In fact, it enabled him to keep thinking, pushing away the faint pangs of longing and nostalgia that tingled in his very being. How to keep her attention on him while his partner for the hunt did what she had to do (because it was obvious that unless things were dire she didn’t want him to interfere with going after the Siren herself) when he’d caught it. She cut him off with a song that he wasn’t wholly familiar with… so of course it was only fair that he do her one back and turn this into a mash-off.
He grinned at her boldly as he abruptly segued into a new song, harmonizing with her on her last words before going off into a new set of lyrics. ” There's... a limit to your love, like a waterfall in slow motion... like a map with no ocean. There’s a limit to your love, your love, your love.”
Surprisingly, the song was still slow and almost melancholic even as he noted the flash of silver and the clang of steel ringing within the bar. The people immediately began to scramble away from the brewing brawl, but he kept on singing, eyes still on the Siren with a challenging stare as he continued. ” There's a limit to your care; so carelessly there. Is it truth or dare? There's a limit to your care.”
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