The woman seemed ice cold to Sequoia when she pushed his hand off her shoulder. Immediately he felt tension, and anger aplenty seeping out from somewhere within him. The woman answered in the negative, and somehow he wished he’d never approached her. Because then, as their eyes met and he felt that she obviously thought of herself as someone better than most, she started to walk around him,, and she circled him like some kind of shark. Normally it would be something that Sequoia would laugh at. But this time he didn’t, because it seemed like the lady knew what she was doing, and so he decided not to provoke her.
The woman then started to explain who she was, and his eyes narrowed as something along the lines of anger and pain, mixed, show through him. His hand went to the scimitar at his side, next to the knife. The ugly crooked sword that had ruined the lived of so many, and in only seconds. But before he could draw it, she mentioned Kye, and Sequoia pushed the thing back into its holster and listened intently. What he heard baffled him. Was Kye in on this? Had he helped this vile woman in the destruction of his only family, the crew that the Captain had strung together with the chords of what was left of his own heart? A deep rumble sounded from Sequoia’s chest, and his teeth were gritted together with anger. Sequoia pulled the scimitar back out, and held it threateningly. He knew how to use it. Quite well, if fact, though he preferred using his hands as a weapon, being that they were larger than most, and seeing him willing to fight, no weapon and no armor other then than that of his own skin, was even more intimidating then Emmet’s freakish knife. How would you like to be stared down by an almost seven-foot man, who looked as though he could probably lift a house or the tallest tree straight out of the ground, no help, with little or no effort? I certainly wouldn’t like it at all.
Before he could do anything, the woman warned him to “stay alive”. He wasn’t very happy about hearing that, but he lowered his sword, noting that at least some of her crew had probably been left over from the fight. Though Sequoia’s crew had been (and might likely still be!) one of the best in the skies and the seas alike, they had been horribly outnumbered (on the other hand, they were also able to take out a hell of a lot more of the other ship’s crew then what Sequoia would have expected). That and the fact that Sequoia and Alice had brought them all together as a kind of family had been their downfall. Either way, the woman probably had at least two or three more people left then he did now, and Sequoia only had Kye, Alex, and himself to be able to fight with, and Sequoia didn’t want to risk losing Alex or Ava. Or Kye, for that matter, but Kye could fend for himself. But this woman did have his sword. Sequoia gave her a hard stare. He could take her. Though it would probably be almost as hard as winning a fight against Emmet had been, he knew that he could do it. Obviously he’d end up getting hurt in the process. Now wasn’t the right time for that. He’d be risking his crew, and probably throwing in the destruction of his ship.
The lady, if she could be called that, threw Kye’s sword to the side. Then she left, after making the mistake of taking note, out loud, to the small number of his crew. Sequoia’s fists were balled, and he almost felt like he was going to hurt the person behind him who has just spoken, but he held it back. Sequoia lifted Kye’s sword and then turned quickly, holding it to the other’s neck. This sword had been at a lot of people’s throats today! He wondered if Kye would be proud of it. But then, really, Sequoia didn’t care. He had leaked information to an enemy, right? At least that was what Sequoia had taken from the woman’s speech.
Anyway, task at hand. Sequoia noted that Ava had gone. But there was something about it.. some kind of feeling he was getting, or a knowledge that was trying to get through to him, that he didn’t understand. Sequoia hoped like hell that she was okay. ”If you’re one of hers, this is your last chance to leave.” he said, his rough Native accent coming out much more than normal (which was strange because normally it’s only really there when he’s drunk, and even then it’s inaudible because his speech would be slurred)because of his anger. He couldn’t concentrate on hiding it. The other male, a blonde, had called the woman a “b***h” after listening in on the conversation. So he lowered Kye’s sword in order to give the man a chance to speak. But something distracted him. There was a rusting coming from the bushed. Were they Cyan’s? She didn’t have people watching them, did she? Sequoia’s paranoia was going through the roof. He looked at Alex. ”Would you mind putting Sin on guard? There’s some things we need to do before we leave this place.” Sequoia said, and somehow talking to Alex calmed him down a little, though not visibly. He was still tense as a rock under pressure.
The “Things to do” list was a long one. There were a lot of thing to be fixed, cleaned. Nevaeh would need to be re-painted, something Sequoia did whenever he felt emotions (like anger and anxiety) that he really didn’t know how to deal with even though he’d been living with them all his life, but that was something he’d never told anyone because painting and fixing Nevaeh helped, and so it didn’t matter. But there wasn’t much that they had to buy things with being that Alice had, while he was drunk and stupid, won a great deal of his money. They needed to figure out which of the four remaining crew was good at cooking. Sequoia figured Alex could handle engineering, being that she was the damn best mechanic he’d ever met, and engineering was a lot like it. He quite a lot about medical things, having been brought up by his crazy grandfather, who was a well known medicine man/practitioner/”witch doctor”/whatever the hell you feel like calling him, though the methods (no matter how well they worked, and so it was that they did) were strange to others and not many people seemed to trust him with their fixings and illnesses. Sequoia held back a sigh, glaring at nothing in particular. There were bodies to be buried, and prayed for, and other things to be done about that. A lot of them. But Sequoia wanted to do it alone. He didn’t want his crew to go through with having to bury the bodies and familiar faces of their own friends.
He unstrapped a sack (which held money) from the leather beaded belt around his waist. ”Here.” He said, shoving it into Alex’s hands with a force derived from anger that he really hadn’t intended. ”After you’re done with Sin, we need white paint.” it was obvious that he wasn’t in the mood to order anyone around. This was supposed to be his crew’s day off, and it was turning into a disaster. Maybe later they could all crowd around some bar or something. He gave Alex a soft look, that didn’t at all fit his previous angry one. ”I’m sorry, Watseka... I didn’t expect any of this.”he said, making sure this time to use that name, just to show that he really wasn’t as angry and cold-hearted as he had sounded and acted just moments before.
Sequoia looked back to the blonde, assuming now that he, in fact, was not one of the woman’s leftover lackeys. ”If you’re not hers, then why are you here. he demanded. It was supposed to be a question, but he was to angry to really voice it correctly. He wanted to get through the business of conversation more quickly than normal, as he had plenty of things to do before they could leave Ireland., and gods knew he wanted to get the hell back to the skies where he belonged.
Lillieth ran her hand through her silver hair, walking unsteadily up the path laced with trees. She smelled of Alcohol and her blue eyes where glazed over "Ah, I really must stop doing that..." She mumbled to herself about her drinking problem. She really had no clue where she was and figured by the pain in her ankles and feet that she had walked for hours. All she knew is she needed to look for somewhere to sleep for the night and get sobered up before heading back to town.
