Ordinary Market day.

[Jimmy Terranova]

Noise, bustle, cramped conditions… fun, eh? Jimmy walked through the crowds, trying to get a good view of what was on sale. In addition to his usual attire he also carried with him a satchel. He needed supplies and the market was the cheapest. It was sometimes the best value for money… sometimes you just got what you paid for. The most annoying thing was all the other people there. It wasn’t too busy, considering how packed it could get, but there were still a good number of people crowded around all the stalls. It made it rather difficult to get a good view of what was being sold. He had to squeeze between people and, in some cases, move them out of the way. Of course, you have to watch who you’re moving, some people don’t take kindly to it.

Stopping for a moment, the young man looked over a meat stall, a man speaking way too fast was selling his goods to the highest bidder. A throng of people like this usually meant a reputable seller; someone who wouldn’t pass off whatever giblets the proper butchers left as ‘meat’. His cuts certainly looked decent, but Jimmy wasn’t close enough to check them out properly. Still, he decided to get in. There was a large rump roast he had his eye on, hello gammon. When the seller got to that he jumped in, bidding as little as possible, but still ahead of the others. It was quite a popular item. He ended up paying a bit more than he’d have liked for it, but damnit, it was a good rump roast. Setting off again with his satchel a good deal heavier and his wallet a fair bit lighter.

Moving on a bit, he stopped off once or twice to snap up a deal, but mostly just kept moving. He was focusing on the food on sale. Today wasn’t a day for listening in on people’s conversations or sneaking around. He was a cook today, not a pirate. Well, not so much. Of course he couldn’t just not hear people, but it was mostly idle chatter. ‘Saw him on Monday…’, ‘ever tried it raw’, ‘gave it one of those…’, ‘oatmeal, are you crazy?’, ‘big guy with the instrument’… wait, what was that last one? People make no sense, Jimmy concluded. It didn’t do to listen to the conversation of most people. It just left you confused and feeling like you’ve missed something, like walking in to a story and missing the beginning.

Trying to take his mind off of these things, Jimmy gently pushed past a woman, moving towards a stall selling fresh fruit. It wasn’t his strong point, but fruit is often a good surprise to throw into a meal. Moving along the stand, Jimmy was about to attract the attention of the seller when someone bumped into him. Whether it was intentional or not didn’t matter. He hadn’t been expecting it, and it had almost knocked him into the stall. That would have been annoying, fruit everywhere. ”Oi, watch it will yeh!” He wasn’t normally the kind to shout out at someone, he didn’t know what made him do it, he just didn’t like the look on that person’s face as they pushed past him. A couple of others looked on with mixed expressions. Most people just ignored them and got on with what they were doing.

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Tagged: Cymmie
Words: 572
Note: Hope it’s alright for you. It’s not my best. Thought I’d try and give you a few options for where you want Cymmie to be.

[Moonlit]

Wandering through the market, Cymmie was slightly uncomfortable and her nerves were slightly frayed from the loud sounds that surrounded her. She didn't like crowds of the market, but there was one thing that she could get here that she couldn't get anywhere else. A type of fruit that was called a kwinum, it had purple flesh similar to the taste of what she assumed to be the kiwi that all the earthlings talked about when eating it. She constantly had a desire for this tropical fruit, to taste it's sweet and slightly sour flavor. Her mouth watered slightly at the thought of it and her pace picked up as she approached the fruit stall. Hungrily she glanced through the fruit and her eyes fell upon the purple hued fruit and she moved closer. That's when her shoulder slammed into another persons. It was firm and she was shouted at. Immediately the angry tide inside her rose and shook her from her reverie. She was no longer focused on the fruit, instead she focused on the person who had dared raise their voice at her. As she spun on her heel to stare at the person she recognized them, a cook from the S.S. Freedom. Narrowing her eyes, Cymmie snarled and said, "Why don't you watch where your going! You obviously are the one at fault! If you saw me coming why not just move? I should not have to move for the likes of you." She finished off with a growl that resonated in a way that no human's voice should. She really was angry for no reason, but so was the nature of her emotions. They twisted in upon themselves so quickly that only the waves of the ocean or rapids of a river could be anything similar. She stared at him waiting for his response. Anger tensed her body. She was definitely better than this lowly cook. He should have moved for her. He should scrambled out of her way. Perhaps he didn't know she was a goddess, but anyone could see she was more important by the way she moved. Her hands rested on the pommel of one of her daggers. Something inside her told her, no not here, and not now. But she pushed it away, refusing to back down now that she had most likely started something. Words: 400 Muse: GREAT Song: N/A OOC: Sorry got pulled away so I couldn't finish awesomely. SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Jimmy Terranova]

Two people bumping into each other and exchanging pleasant expletives was just a part of the market, it happened every day. Most people who saw one of these occurrences just rolled their eyes and continued on their way. Likewise most people involved in these situations simply called the other whatever foul name fist came into their head and then continued on their way. This woman completely disregarded etiquette and blamed him, denying all fault and making him seem like the one in the wrong for simply ‘being there’. Jimmy wasn’t sure how the mechanics of that would work in practice, if everywhere this woman walked no-one else could be by law, but he couldn’t imagine many people would support it.

Getting a better look at the woman, Jimmy recognized her… though he couldn’t quite remember where from… He had a strange feeling it was something to do with the ship, but couldn’t quite remember… She reminded him of the Captain for some reason too… Oh well, no matter who she was, she was still acting awfully superior for someone shopping round at a market. The kitchen lad gave a short dry laugh, condensing his feelings about her attitude into a single sound.

Turning to face her properly, Jimmy prepped himself for an argument. It was bound to happen, and probably wouldn’t go well, anyone with an ego as big as that almost certainly won’t change their viewpoint due to something as trifling as logic or reason, but he would try anyway, it would be a good change to the monotony of shopping for supplies. ”Hows about you climb off your high horse and stop acting so bloody superior. Lets explore yer reasoning shall we?” He was preparing to tear her statement apart word by word. It wasn’t likely to do anything but he would still have fun doing it. Jimmy was one of those people who talked with their hands as much as with their words, gesturing to match what they were saying. ”First problem I see is immediate. How can I watch where I’m going when it was you doing the going and me just ‘being’. I was barely moving and yet you managed to plough into me despite presumably being able to see me, you don’t have eye problems do you? And that, o’ course, leads on to the blaming. It’s ‘obviously’ my fault, Gods forbid I should be standing in this spot like a normal human being. ‘Oh no, what if someone were to walk through this exact spot! I would be in the way!’ Next problem we have is the ‘if I saw you’ bit, I don’t know if you noticed, though I can imagine your head was either buried in the clouds due to your obvious superiority or so far up your own arse that your intestines blocked your view but I was trying to get the attention of the bloke running this stall. Short of developing eyes that can move independently of each other there was no way I could have seen you, due to looking the other way. And then we come to you, in all your glory, being so put out by having to move for ‘the likes of me’ well pardon me your majesty, I was under the assumption that you were having a look round the market as I was. Forgive me for my ignorance but I wasn’t aware that was something a being as high as yourself did. Surely you must have servants to move dirt like me from before you. Come to think of it, shouldn’t you have servants who come here for you, accompanied by the servants who move people out of the say just in case they bring some horrible disease of normality back with them.” Jimmy was rather proud of his little rant. While he had been speaking his hands had been moving, conveying what he had been articulating. They had waves, gestured, pointed and, on one occasion, assisted in a mock bow during the words ‘your majesty’. All in all a rather satisfying rant.

He hadn’t paid it much attention, but something in her voice had sounded weird. Of course, he had been too busy disbelieving her to listen properly, but it didn’t sound right… Part of him wanted her to do whatever it was again, so he could get a good earful this time, but a small bit of him would rather not have to listen to whatever it was again. That little bit must be the part of him that had actually been listening… Somewhere below his notice… The mind was a weird object, always hiding things from us.

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Tagged: Cymmie
Words: 777
Note: Hope it’s alright, large amount of speech and all. Also, is the second paragraph about him recognizing him ok, I asked in the c-box and was told Cymmie spent time on the ship, I can change if needed. Oh, and thoughts on text colour?

[Moonlit]

An eyebrow rose as he ranted. She waited listening to each word and carefully taking it all into account. Really, she wasn't paying any attention to what they were meant to mean. Instead she was smirking, suddenly extremely attracted to the young man who had practically just yelled at a goddess. Though of course he had no idea she was a deity. Instead he probably just thought her a shipmate, or some passerby if he didn't recognize her. Which meant she could do whatever she wanted. She would not be held to any standards. It was dangerous to catch the eye of a god. Especially the one of water. For Cymmie's personality was so unstable that even if she liked someone one minute she could hate them the next. And right now she was on that edge of hating and liking this man. Her hand hovered hesitantly over the pommel of her dagger. Then as if her body made up it's mind by itself, she relaxed her elbow and then her hand left the dagger's cool metal completely. She settled on the liking side, her ripples of anger and hatred calming to relaxed warmth inside. Cymopoleia walked closer to the young cook, after his wildly moving limbs calmed. She slipped up into his space and tilted her head. The smirk that curved her lips was taunting and flirtatious at the same time. The words she spoke held the same air about them,"How about instead of climbing off my high horse, you force me off? Pull me down, force me on the ground. Show me what it's like to be you, hm?" She bit her lip and her emerald eyes glinted with mischief, chuckle of pure lust rumbled up from her throat. She wanted to see the fire in him again. She wanted the domination he'd shown moments before. The flare of a fighter, not just a cook. She may act like she was better than everyone, and she was, but she wanted the one who could be up on the same level, be just as powerful and strong even if they weren't a god. She wanted someone perhaps even stronger than her, to be shoved on her knees before them and to respect and adore them. And yet some part, a major part, of her feared all that. She couldn't bring herself to accept love of another person willingly. So she flirted and played the field. Words: 416 Muse: GREAT Song: Gravity- Sara Bareilles SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Well]

Passing through every small crack of people, twisting through their legs, spinning around the tables, jumping and twisting the blue hen ran on its small legs. It ran from something or perhaps someone, choosing the hardest way for it to follow.
The boy ran, pushing people out of the way, screaming at them to move. He was as fast as the hen but she knew better then to choose a way he could follow. With an agility like a circus artist, the boy leaped past hindrance and jumped over fruit sellers tables, future tellers small tables and people fooling enough to bow down to tie a shoe lace. Many people screamed after him as he passed them, pushing of forcing them out of the way. In front of him he spotted flashes of blue and recognized it as his blue, stubborn hen.
“This time I’m serious!” the fox-like boy screamed after it. “I’m gonna cook you and eat you good! You hear me! I’ll really eat you this time!”

The hen raced even faster at his words. Well, which was the boy’s name, was sure the hen could understand him and that mocked him even more. The bird sprinted forward and found a place of shelter. A blond man who smelled nice came into her view and she hurried towards him, aiming to take cover on his head. Well was not short but he would have trouble reaching her there.

Well saw how the hen jumped up on the man who seemed both surprised and irritated over her presence. Well recognized the cook from the SS Freedom and called out to him. “Jeremy! Stand still! Don’t you dare to move!” In high speed Well jumped to grab the hen but misjudged his speed and clashed into the man, most likely to knock him over. Well fell to the ground grabbing hold of the chief to keep his feet but instead Well thought he manage to drag the man along. The hen clucked in panic and flapped her wings.
“Ouch…” Well said as he lay on the hard, cold ground.

[Jimmy Terranova]

You meet a great deal of people in the food business. They were all so different from one another. And yet in his experience Jimmy had never seen someone quite like this woman. One moment she was a viper at his throat, and the next she was practically making a move on him. Still at his throat though, in a manner of speaking. He stayed where he was as she advanced. He had noticed the hand on her weapon. He hadn’t imagined she was going to use it though, not here. It was a show of force, and Jimmy wasn’t going to react because of it. Only a fool would start a fight here. The authorities would be all over the place before you could get two blows off on your opponent. The crowds of people would wash away, carrying the message of violence like ripples on water. And then like the tide the soldiers would come, and anyone caught in their path would drown beneath their numbers. But enough water metaphors for now, Jimmy didn’t have to worry. She had moved her hand away from the blade when she moved closer to him.

Stood as she was right in front of him, Jimmy couldn’t help but think he recognized her. Surely he’d seen her before? Crewman? Or… crew-woman? Or someone else? She was definitely someone from the ship though, Jimmy was sure of that, or… quite sure… in a way. Even if he couldn’t place her he knew that he’d seen her before. She was rather close to him. Not that it bothered him, but it restricted his movement quite a bit. He couldn’t have a rational conversation with someone if he smacked them in the face whenever he tried to make a point. Still, he didn’t move, didn’t shift away from her. When he had been growing up moving this close to someone would be considered aggressive. The kids around there used to invade another’s space as a way of showing who was boss. If the other person moved away you had won. Quite often though, this resulted in two stupid kids practically, in fact sometimes literally, butting heads. Jimmy couldn’t see the same thing happening in this case, but the woman’s tone had changed so quickly that he could imagine her switching again and trying to knock him out courtesy of her forehead.

Even if her tone had changes, the woman still had that air of superiority about her. ‘what it’s like to be me, eh?’ he thought. And just how different was that from being her? Jimmy looked her over. She didn’t seem to be anything special. Just another person trying to get by, searching the market for the best deals. The fact that she was a member of the pirate crew, or something similar if his memory served him right, didn’t matter. She was still just a person making her way through life. What was he? He was a cook, a pirate, a person wanting more freedom. She couldn’t be that much different, even if her position and goals were different.

Jimmy loosened his shoulders a little, almost like he was preparing for an athletic event rather than a conversation. She was a little close to allow him to gesture properly, but by keeping his hands low and to the side he could still vocalize what he was saying physically. ”Still the air of superiority. You want me to force you down to my level? Or do you want me to put you in yer place? If you want me to get you down so you can see ‘what it’s like to be me’ then my work is done. You’re there love. Nothing much to it, we’re two people making our way in an imperfect world, I spend my days aiding good, hard working people and I keep in mind that I’m just one part of something bigger. Look at these people wanderin’ around doing… whatever, it doesn’t matter. They earn their money doing something for someone else, who in turn will spend that money paying someone else to do something for them, and so on, back to the first guy. Cogs turning, wheels spinning, society works, all that m’larky. And you…” Here Jimmy moved a little closer, lowering his voice slightly, ”…You’re just one little part of it. No matter how important you think you are you’re nothing without the group as a whole. Even if you were completely self-sufficient, able to live without anyone else. What are you when you’re alone? Nothing. Superiority only exists when there are others. You want to be Queen? On your own you’re Queen of nothing. Now, taking you down to where you belong… that will take some work. Problem with me is I don’t assume the worst of people. That includes people like you. See, you look at me and assume some superiority. Despite knowing little to nothing about me. Now, I could try digging a hole for you without knowing anything about you, but that would leave me assuming, which would make me like you in a way. That’s not something I want to be. So instead I’m gonna give you a situation, purely hypothetical o’course. Lets say you meet some guy, you don’t know him from Adam, and you assume you’re above him. Now, you don’t know, but this guy commands some serious power. And he chooses to exercise that on you. I’ll leave the how to your imagination, but the end result is you in a slightly less than advantageous position. I may not be able to see that, but I’m quite sure it will happen some day. Maybe not how I say, but some day you’ll bite off more than you can chew. And I don’t have to see you choke to figure out the result.” Not much, but Jimmy hardly ever did things conventionally.

He had slowly moved back to his original position as he spoke, still close to her, within most people’s ‘personal space’. She didn’t seem to mind, but she might have expected him to back off a little. Still, this could get interesting. ”If you’re looking for someone to force you off your high horse, stray down a dark alley alone and unarmed. As it is I’m fine as things are. Your head might be in the clouds but the rest of you is down in the gutter.” Jimmy was sure he could do better. But it was a passable attempt for now, he really could do with knowing more about this woman.

He was cut off before he could go any further. Something planting itself on his head. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, and he was about to swipe it away, but then he saw the feathers. It was that bloody bird he’d caught in his kitchen on more than one occasion. And typically, a few seconds later, the kid that ‘owned’ the beast came into view. ”Who the hell is Jere-“ Jimmy began. He never finished though, being sent crashing to the ground by the boy’s ill-aimed attempt at securing his ‘pet’. The two went down, Jimmy putting his arm out to slow his fall. Taking the hit to his lower arm and elbow, he let himself fall the rest of the way at a slower pace. He rose almost as quickly as he fell. Jimmy always had been one for rolling with the punches, or, in this case, tackles. Looking down at the lad, Jimmy couldn’t help some of his annoyance spilling over at him. ”Honestly, what the bloody ‘ell are you doing? Honestly, just kill the bloody thing. Give it to me, I’ll kill the damn thing for yeh. Or get a cage or something. And what the hell were you planning to do? Grab it from my head and then what? Land in the stall?” Maybe the kid didn’t deserve it that bad, but Jimmy was in ranting mode now, and he hadn’t even finished with that woman yet. Somehow, even though the lad was only a couple of years younger than him, Jimmy felt much more mature, like the difference between an adult and a child.

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Tagged: Cymmie then Well (soooo didn’t notice that post until I was about to post mine, good thing I checked older messages)
Words: 1366
Note: ranting muse was partially fuelled by annoying kids from the house behind being annoying

[Moonlit]

He sent a shiver of delight through her with every word, Cymmie loved it. But she swore that if he knew what she was, who she was, he wouldn't change his tune. It was impossible for her to be like him, even if she wasn't superior, she would never understand the human ways. Corruption was not something she understood. Sure she understood sin, but corruption was different, killing for the love of death was different. That was one thing Cymmie didn't understand about humanity, and hoped she never would. Insanity lived deep within the human race, she was not one who would become that way, she was too close to it already. She chased the rush of adrenaline, of danger so much so it was close to killing her a lot of the time. Death was not something she feared however being a goddess, she would always be reborn even if it was in a different form. Even if she wasn't reborn though she would find the draw of danger impossible to ignore. She smiled somewhat brightly and said, "Even if I'm not superior to you, I am not like you in any way, humanity is far too vicious to be like me." she knew he wouldn't understand what she was getting at so she wasn't worried about being discovered. "And even if I were to walk down a dark alleyway without my daggers or spear, I fear I will never be without a weapon. Besides, what fun is it to carry a weapon down a dark alley anyway?"She said the last part with a wink. But he was underestimating her. Cymmie knew it. He thought her just a human, "And don't underestimate me, chef. I am far from a simple hunter. You may think me like you, but I am far from it, whether I want to be or not." Sometimes she wished she was a human, even though they were corrupted. She had fallen in love with the good side of the race long ago and had learned to accept the worst that came along with it. The better things that came along with humanity were far more important than the evil parts. She blinked and rose and eyebrow as a blue hen settled itself upon the cook's head and suddenly a boy crashed into the young man. As the man she had been arguing with began to yell at the other boy Cymmie began to laugh. Her laughter was free and loud, it almost sound like the clanging of chimes, or the crash of waves against the shore. She let her head fall back and her earrings gleamed in the sunlight as her eyes fell closed. "You two know each other I take it? I guess I should introduce myself now, I am Cymopoleia, or Cymmie. I am named after the goddess of water." Words: 488 Muse: FREAKING AWESOME Song: Falling Inside the Black- Skillet SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Well]

“The ‘ell am I doing!? The ‘ell are you doing! The boss sent me along with ye but you forgot about me! I’ve been waiting for you for about ten billion hours!” Well rose and looked up at the chef with a stubborn look. The blue hen had tried to sneak away but Well bent down and picked it up, the hen complaining highly. “Do ye really think I’ve haven’t tried the cage thing? She breaks the locks! I tell you Jeremy, this hen would become a better pirate the almost half our crew.”

Well put the hen on his shoulder where it actually stayed. Well’s irritation was directed at another way for the moment and she felt safe. The human boy did actually protect her for once.

“And –“Well continued, “The bloody hen is smarter than you think, if you lose her and the try to catch her again you’d -.” Well was interrupted by a woman’s laughter. She had a very beautiful, clean laugh that reminded Well about the cluck of water on a beach. Well felt himself starring as the woman introduced herself, as he realized this; he turned to stare at the chef. Then he turned back to the woman and starred. As he turned back to the chef, Well had an evil smirk on his lips.

“It’s very nice to meet you miss Cymmie. I apologize for my rude behavior.” Well reach out his hand to shake her, “I am Well Trucker and I’m a friend of this chef. He is always talking about his girlfriend in his sleep but I’d never thought such a beautiful woman would fall for him.”

Cheesecake turned around on Well’s head and tilted her head at Jimmy. The hen almost seemed to be mocking the young chef, trying to give him the evil eye but failed horribly since the face of a hen is not meant to be evil. For a moment she looked remarkable like her owner, stupidly surprised, but the moment faint as soon as she realized her failure as the evil one.

[Jimmy Terranova]

Jimmy considered the boy stood before him. Had the captain sent him along? Maybe, Jimmy hadn’t been paying attention. A few of them had left the ship and all gone their separate ways. Jimmy just assumed that the others were all off doing other things. Had this kid really followed him all the way to the market? Had he been talking to him? That must have seemed rather cold of him, ignoring him all the way here. Oh well, couldn’t be helped. Or, maybe it could have, but it didn’t matter, didn’t bother him. Looking down at the boy and his hen, Jimmy had to resist rolling his eyes. This casual annoyance changed to something more serious as the boy continued talking. Grabbing the boy’s collar, Jimmy pulled him closer for a minute. ”Listen, I don’t know if you know the definition of outlaw, but part of being one is staying quiet about it, You might want to keep your mouth shut about pirates, especially in the middle of the bloody market.” He released him, shaking his head slightly. ”And buy a better lock, it’s not hard to keep a person locked up, a hen shouldn’t be too much trouble.” Was he getting annoyed with this buy already? He got annoyed at a lot of the crew when he was on the ship, usually because they were raiding his kitchen. This boy had probably gotten on his nerves in the past.

The woman’s laughter cut through him. You can’t have someone laughing at you during an argument; it eroded your position of authority. She was laughing more at the circumstances that had brought the kid to them, but he was still involved in that. Looking towards her, a mild look of annoyance on his face, Jimmy heard her name and almost immediately made a connection. He wasn’t sure if it was right, but it was worth a look into. Typically the kid had to chime in with some idiotic comment. Jimmy was known for a fact to sleep like a log… unless you tried to touch him. Talking in his sleep was not something he would do under any circumstances. ”Ah, I see. Don’t mind anything the boy says, he’s sick. Leprosy. Of the brain stem. Mental retardation to the highest degree, any illusion of intelligence is completely coincidental, it’s a miracle he hasn’t swallowed his tongue yet.” He spoke with an even tone, he didn’t sound annoyed in the slightest. ”Jimmy Terranova. I’d shake hands but… I don’t want to. So what’s the deal Cymmie? God complex in a rather more literal sense? Believe that because you share a name you share some sort of power? I’m seriously at a loss to where this inflated ego of yours plants its roots. Hows about you inform me? Where do you get off acting all superior, I’m genuinely curious.” If anything there was a hint of interest in his voice, as though he cared just enough to bother asking.

Ignoring the hen on the kid’s shoulder, Jimmy probed Cymopoleia with a questioning look, half hidden by his headband. Did she seriously believe that she had some connection to the water goddess? Or was it just a coincidence, and her ego had spawned from something completely different. Even if she was a hunter, he couldn’t imagine she would fare well if she was smacked on the back of the head from behind. That was rather likely to happen if she strayed into the wrong alleyway. He wasn’t a violent person, but a little part of him wanted that to happen someday. Not out of any kind of malice, but more because he just wanted her to realize that. But still, if it did happen he wouldn’t be laughing. Still, that wasn’t likely to happen. If it did though, Jimmy hoped he was there. He could prevent her from losing her life and, more importantly; gloat. Ah, if only that could happen. ”Some day you’ll see how vulnerable you can be. If there’s a bit of luck in the world I’ll be there to see it, but even meeting you afterwards would be fine. It’ll be an eye opener for you, assuming you still have usable eyes at the end of it.” There was nothing threatening in his voice, if Jimmy had learned one thing it was not to start trouble… yet somehow it always found him.

Looking over at Well for a moment, unsure of whether he wanted to get him talking again. It was probably the wrong choice, but he chose to ask him anyway. ”If you did come with me, or follow me, how the hell did you end up chasing that thing right through the market? How hard is it to keep still for a while? And seriously, why not just let the bloody thing wander off? If it hates you that much it’s cruel to keep it, and if it likes you it’ll come back regardless. The way you’re chasing that thing, someone might question your motives.” He was only half-joking. He was actually rather annoyed with the younger pirate’s entrance, and his indignant attitude. Maybe it was because he was already rather annoyed, maybe it was because he just didn’t like the kid very much, he wasn’t sure yet.

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Tagged: Cymmie & Well
Words: 882
Note: Eh, nothing special.

[Moonlit]

Cymmie smiled at the boy, and shook his hand, tilting her head at what Well said. He seemed to be teasing poor Jimmy, but about something that was completely irrelevant. What does his girlfriend have anything to do with what they were talking about? She shrugged mentally and focused back in on what Jimmy was saying. Something about leprosy, when she realized what he was talking about she giggled, tossing her hair away from her eyes. The poor kid, he probably had no idea what leprosy was. She smiled brightly as Jimmy addressed her 'god complex' again. She really only had the superior attitude because it was a mask where she could hide all pain and cracks of weakness that marred her mind. It was hard though, keeping this facade of anger and power, when really all that power was only physical, when really she was vulnerable and fearful. It was hard pretending to be human to everyone but the captain and the other gods. She knew eventually someone would find out, she just didn't know what she would do then. Would she kill them to keep the secret? Or would she make them promise and bind them to their word of silence? Or would she allow everyone to know? "Oh if only you knew, Jimmy. Perhaps one day you will. Maybe when we aren't surrounded by people who can over hear us, I will tell you why I am better than humanity," she never said better than him, or any one person in particular. Cymmie just said that she was better than humans in general, as a whole humanity may have more good than evil, but it was full enough pure corruption that humanity had fallen in Cymmie's opinion from what she was sure must have been a great civilization. Her kind, gods and goddesses were too aware of their actions to be corrupt, because their actions so easily affected others. "You can't exactly let an animal wander around without keeping watch on it. An animal is meant to be cared for and watched over, it is our job to make sure they are safe and well fed because then they will give something back to us," Cymmie said this with firm belief. She believed animals only cared or you if you cared for them. They were just as important as humans on the planet of Sterhera. Words: 402 Muse:Good Song: Does Anybody Hear Her- Casting Crowns SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Well]

The chef grabbed his collar and Well felt his feet lift from the ground for a moment before the cook released him. The boy straighten the collar of his jacket and gave Jimmy a ‘make me shut up’- look. Then the chef started babbling once more, he used weird words and spoke fast all while moving his hand like living projectiles, Well who was standing close to Jimmy had to duck out of the way before the chef hit the hen of the boy’s shoulder. The chef seemed to have gigantic lungs since he spoke without any sign of needing to breathe, or at least that were what it seemed to the pirate fighter who stood besides not having the slightest idea about what the older man talked about, something about God complex. And that came from him…

When the man took a pause speaking Well said to his hen, in a pretty loud voice: “Do you think he is an undead? Talking that much he must have no need of breathing… yes, surely a zombie…” as expected the chef seemed to ignore the boy and went on talking, their presence taking up most place of the road, irritated people made bad gestures at them and others swore at them while keeping on walking with red faces. Then the chef turned to him and Well looked up at his blond hair and the eyes basically hidden behind the headband, Well wondered if the man even had any eyebrows, seemed suspicious…

“It’s not like I chase her around all the time because I want to but she is important to me, and since you don’t ask very nicely and calling me lep- leri- loco… leppy… lemi – Calling me brain dead I don’t feel like telling you anything. And if you’re so keen to teach the woman a lesion, then go fight her someplace, wont ye?”

Then Cymmie interrupted the pirates’ word fight with her statement about animals in general, unfortunately Cheesecake was not an ordinary hen. Well eyed the woman not wanting to speak about his past to a total stranger and an angry chef with attitude problem. Putting the hen under his arm instead of caring her on his shoulder since she might fall and hurt herself, Well looked up at the adults and scratched his head. “Perhaps we can go somewhere else and talk?” Well pointed over the female’s shoulder at a lonely police officer coming against the trio blocking the road for all the other travelers, “That guy does not look happy about us blocking the road. It’s better to walk and talk later. Jeremiah, we all realize you are quite stubborn but even you wouldn’t make a fuss in a market, would you?”

Then taking a step back to avoid the man’s fast hands if they got any ideas about gripping Well’s collar again. Both the man and the boy knew that even a small cop could have backup and being caught would be the end of them, or at least Well hoped the chef knew that as he ran through the crown and away from the officer.

[Jimmy Terranova]

Jimmy, for the most part, was resolved to ignore the boy, at least for as long as he maintained the immaturity he was currently showing. Zombie indeed. He was likely trying to get a reaction from him. If he did get one it would be a fist to his face. That was the only way kids these days could learn anything; swift, decisive punishment. None of that finger wag ‘don’t do it again’ garbage people were spewing. He hadn’t been beaten as a child, but then he had been a good child, for the most part. He hadn’t been perfect, but he hadn’t gone around specifically trying to annoy people. Yeah, the odd backhand to the skull was the way to deal with problem children. Normal children need normal discipline, ones like this kid need stronger enforcement.

Still, for now he was ignoring him. Focusing on what Little Miss Godly was saying. It was almost an invitation. Tilting his head back a little, Jimmy allowed just a little mock surprise to show on his face. It was obvious he wasn’t really amazed by what she had said, it was just a bit of fun. ”That sounds like a proposition to me Ms. Cymmie. But I have to say; no meta-human conspiracies on a first date, I just don’t roll like that Darling.” He was playing now, just for the hell of it. Maybe it would get to her. He hoped it did, that would be amusing. ”I think I see what it is now though. All this superiority m’larky. You’re one of those e’nt ya. You think that all of humanity has gone to hell in a hand basket and you’re the only decent, sane person left on the planet, and the rest of us plebeians deserve your contempt. Am I getting warm?” If he was right on this one he had a whole reply all ready and prepared to counter that viewpoint, and that ‘lost faith in humanity’ crap really grated on him. Referring to the entire species because of the events of the worst of them, or what was perceived to be some lower class of majority.

Well spoke up regarding his hen. Jimmy had to suppress rolling his eyes yet again. If he continued on this way the cook would end up just flat-out ignoring him. As it was though, Jimmy seemed to be provoking a reaction from the lad with greater success than the kid’s zombie comments were having on him. ”Your eloquence is amazing Well. I don’t really care about your magic hen, it’s not likely to lay golden eggs so you can keep your back-story to yourself. And please, there’s no need to rush into a situation swords flailing. The woman will learn a lesson someday, I’m fine with that fact. I think she might take offence to your talking about her like she isn’t here though, that’s not very polite on your part” Ah, the irony. Cymopoleia seemed to want in on this little conversation too, butting in with how animals needed to be cared for and kept safe. ” Have you ever been out there?” Here he gestured somewhere over his shoulder. It didn’t really matter what direction it was, all roads led to the wild anyway. ”They don’t call them wild animals for nothing. They do just fine looking after themselves. And if they don’t last well, survival of the fittest, in’t it. He held this view pretty seriously. If there was an animal that didn’t serve some purpose why keep it? Companionship was fine, food was just as good, beasts of burden were fine too. But other than that just le them live for themselves.

Jimmy noticed the officer at about the same time as Well spoke up. With just him and Cymopoleia stood by the stalls people could pass by fine, now that Well had joined them they were an actual obstruction. Of course, they had always been stopping people from getting at the stall they were in front of, but there wasn’t much there anyway. And at any rate, there was always the magical phrase you could use to entice people to move, ‘excuse me’. Odd that no-one used that. Still, an annoyed law enforcement officer was something Jimmy didn’t feel like dealing with right now, two arguments at once was fine for him. ”Hm, we could at least have a wander if we’re all going to keep taking verbal shots at one another.” He ignored Well constantly giving him the wrong name. He was either incredibly thick or was just being annoying on purpose. Either way it was one more point on the ‘fist in face’ chart.

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[Moonlit]

She stepped closer to Jimmy once again after his rant. Hovering just within the range of "too close." A smirk curved her lips once again and she said in response to his question something that shouldn't sound as sensual as her voice made it. "I don't think all humans on the planet are corrupt, some of them are absolutely... delicious, and some are just plain kind. You tend to be one of those who fall under the delicious category," her lips hovered over his cheek as she purred out the words, she had stepped even farther into his personal space and then she gently lowered her lips to place a kiss on the hollow of his cheek. Cymmie spun quickly, her speed slightly out of her control right now because she had taken offense to being refereed to like something that couldn't understand them. Her movements were slightly blurred because they were so fast, she watched Well with a cold stare, deciding whether or not to smack him. Her hand shot out slightly slower this time but still faster than most would expect. She grabbed at his collar which had just been fixed. Narrowed eyes, and a fiercely frozen gaze, stared at the boy. "You should always refer to lady with respect. Especially if they are older than you, Well. They have many secrets, and sometimes those secrets can be deadly," her voice had a barely controlled snarl in it. She inhaled deeply, her green eyes shifting from the icy gaze of anger, to slight relaxation as she tried to compose herself. She stepped back, glanced over at the police man and nodded to what Jimmy said, completely ignoring what he said about the wild animals. All animals were looked after by someone, whether it was Sandulf or humans it didn't matter. But Jimmy wouldn't understand that. She began to weave her way through the crowd. Stopping a few feet ahead to glance behind her, waiting for the two males to follow her. She shrugged her Sari closer as during the spin the shoulder strap had fallen down her arm. As she waited she tapped her foot, she was not used to waiting, but she was definitely still interested in the conversation. She wondered what it would end in. A fight? Or a couple of friendships? She could see herself liking both the humans, they were on her ship and so couldn't be that bad. It would remain to be seen. Words: 420 Muse: AWESOME Song: Move Like Jagger- Maroon 5 SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Well]

Well, running away was perhaps the wrong word since the young sky pirate actually circled the crowd while slinking past the other shoppers, while gripping his collar. The woman’s touch had been cold and freezing like the water of a fresh, ice cold stream during the early winter. When looking into the woman’s eyes Well could see the beauty of the sparkling sea and it’s blue waters, sending reflexes of light playing on the stones placed in the water like thrown there by a bored giant.
What was all that crap about water?
Holding in the frustration of the woman’s fast moving and her stupid comments, sure she was beautiful, but not THAT pretty. Biting down on his lower lip the pirate ran around the stall and came up a little bit further down the road then the water cold woman. Well realized why the chef disliked that woman, she was acting desperate for some love, even trying to kiss Jimmy for it, as if that guy was any handsome and his personality was as bad as could be. Yeah, only someone desperate would hit on the chef who thinks he knew the best about everything. Of course the freedom cook was not as bad as Well thought, he was probably shaped by the hard world around him that made every human pay in blood and tears. The world was crueler then the government and more ignorant then the Gods, even as he thought that the pirate felt ridicules to even believe in Gods once upon a time, they were just a bunch of lies made by people without anything better to do then trying to shove their idiotic religion on their people, taking control over them.

The boy felt hate and sorrow mix in his heart turning white and black to grey while he stood, watching the woman and the man. Well could feel the cold steal in his backpack, the weapons crying for blood and a fight, it was their nature and it was unavoidable all in all. The cold touch of the steel cooled the redhaired boy’s head, until the child was thinking steam was steaming out his head, clouding the street and driving the hatred away in a red, messy mist. From the place where the boy stood he watched the market wondering what people was doing there and the life they lived. Why are we here? Does destiny shape the world? Is peace but a childish dream without purpose?

Those things were for the corrupt adults to figure out. One day the boy would become a man and look back at the past with mixed feelings, perhaps the boy would forever stay a boy, forgotten by everything and embraced by the earth. Perhaps the young sky pirate would meet his end around the next corner? Death could come in many ways, whenever you at least expect it to strike, simple yet too twisted to think about. You walk from the path that was laid out in front you, taking another road. But the boy knew better then to think, standing on the hill looking up in at the sky, with a smile on his lips.
If you are going to die, meet death with a smile.

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[Jimmy Terranova]

Was there something wrong with this woman? Well, obviously there was, she had some superiority complex that left her feeling most of humanity was worth about as much as the dirt beneath her feet, but she also seemed to suffer from some pretty serious mood swings. She was practically shouting him down not too long ago, and now she was two steps away from attaching herself to him and claiming him as her own. That would be just the kind of superior possessive thing he could imagine her doing. He made no movement as she entered his personal space, it was another one of those things. Her words were somewhat unexpected. ‘Delicious’… That could be taken a good few ways. Jimmy chose to take it as a sign that she was either playing with him or she was genuinely after him. At the moment he was leaning towards the former, seeing as her previous reaction towards him had been slightly less than friendly. He would play along a little, though; see how far she was willing to take the game. Jimmy wasn’t an overly emotionally expressive person, he could fool people, and leading this woman along a bit would allow him to pull the rug out from under her feet just as she was about to ‘reject’ him. He had to admit though, she was intriguing. Despite the air of superiority and sudden changes in behavior, or perhaps because of them, she made an impression on him. Part of him was quite annoyed and just wanted her gone, but another, bigger part wanted her to stick around. It would be interesting one way or another. The kiss she gave him was met with only a slightly raised eyebrow. It was barely noticeable beneath his headband, you would only see it if you were looking into his eyes, and even then it could say ‘what are you doing?’ or ‘why stop there’ depending on the mind of the person viewing it. Giving hard to read expressions was a fun pastime for the young cook, kept people guessing.

Cymopoleia’s reaction towards Well was more than a little surprising, and rather amusing. Yet another mood swing to ad to her already impressive tally. She really did seem to take offence to him referring to her like she wasn’t there. The look she gave him could shake the nerve of a concrete elephant. Jimmy had been subjected to a similar unnerving look when they had first met, this one seemed worse though. Note to self; don’t talk about this woman like she isn’t here. Or if you do, find a scapegoat. Jimmy found it quite amusing that he had been left off the hook for doing the exact same thing not a moment after Well had. Still, he wasn’t complaining. Cymmie agreed with what he said, and quickly set off along the row of stalls, not bothering to stop and wait for the guys until she was a little way away, and even then with an impatient look about her. Jimmy turned to Well before setting off himself. ”Wow, you’re not exactly her favourite are you? Might want to watch your step around her in future.” He was smiling as he spoke, well aware that it was as much his own fault as it was Well’s. After all, Jimmy had drawn attention to what Well had said.

It wasn’t long before the boy also took off. He was practically running, though, and taking a roundabout route around the stall. He ended up a little way ahead of the woman, further along the row. Jimmy shook his head and took off himself at a casual pace. There was no sense in rushing. Surely running away from the officer would be more suspicious than just sauntering off like nothing had happened. For all that guy knew, nothing HAD happened. As Jimmy drew level with an impatient looking Cymopoleia he gave a small sigh and rolled his eyes at Well. ”Kids these days, eh? I swear if out lad’s like that I’m disowning him. He didn’t stop to see if she was going to keep pace with him, or to see her reaction to his sudden jump to talking about ‘their kid’. Hopefully the idea of the two of them having children was shocking enough to give her pause like she’d tried to do to him with that kiss.

Heading over to where Well was, Jimmy worked under the assumption that Cymopoleia was keeping pace with him, or at least close behind, though he didn’t look to check. ”And you might want to watch it love, some people would think you’re desperate. I say some people, of course, not all.” He left it open a little, for her to fill in the gap. Drawing level with Well, Jimmy noticed the expression on his face, slightly troubled, like he was lost in dark thoughts. It looked almost amusing to see someone that young with a face like that. Jimmy cracked a smile, giving his head another slight shake. ”Something bothering you kid? Thinking that hard looks painful, you’d better watch you don’t strain yourself. I mean, I can’t imagine your job is high intensity in the mental department but you at least need a functioning brain to hold a sword without impaling yourself.” He didn’t know whether he wanted Well to take offence to that or not. It could be amusing, then again arguing with him could get annoying. Ah well, he would see how it would go soon enough. Continuing to walk at a slow, steady pace, Jimmy passed the young pirate and continued on, again not looking back to see if the two were keeping with him.

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