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Symphony used her thute loudly the screetching sound produced by the instrument was enough to at least obtain the attentionof her court members. Once she had their attention she glared at the "not-pirate" girl holding the iron spoon.

"I would love to take this oppertunity to remind those who are visiting my court are GUESTS. That ... pitiful excuse for a fey... is MY subject. I will not tolerate cruel and unusual punishment but then again... I cannot deny you retribution for what happened to your sister. If you wish to question her you are free to do so but not with somethng quite so deadly to EVERY SINGLE FEY HERE. I suggest you put that spoon back where you found it."

Opus resisted the urge to vomit at the sight of the torture he found his mothers request retarded so he found no reason not to hold her in place as she was tortured. Besides it gave him the oppertunity to be defiant and any time he could he would do the opposite o f what his mother wished.

OCC: WTF?! HES A PIPPER TO NOW!? Gaaaaaah! well i know who it is at least ._. does this mean i finnaly get to meet him?


IC:
Lirrit frowned and removed herself from what was quickly becoming fae soup. "Ew." she muttered as she shiffted Sarya in her arms as she returned the spoon to the inside of her blouse.

Elly paled and tasted bile in the back of his throat. He'd never seen anything so...horrible. He backed further away clutching his shirt hem tightly.
"W-why would he.." he muttered softly to himself as he glazed up at the symbol instead of the sight below it. Of course he knew that shape, for as long as he remembered his father had it on his cheek. It was strange too, his papa rubix would just get angery at the mention of it and storm off muttering somthing about 'even dead the basterd tries to steal him.' And when he asked his father dirk would just get a sad look in his eyes, touch the mark and say it was a gift from a dear old friend.
Once he managed to get his father to tell him too, some man names Gaunt, which was funny because in his papas storys there was this horrible ugly monster named gaunt in them that was always attacking their party.

Lirit shrugged off the faes death, not like she cared except now she couldn't get any informtaion out of her. Hering the half kins mutters she looked back.
"He? He who boy." She turned to him in her full fury. "What do you know?!"

Ellys head snapped to her, tears in his eyes still and face pure white.
"A-ah-"

"Well?! You want to save your little friend don't you?!"

Elly swallowed hard, glad his stomach was empty otherwise he'd surely vomit. "M-my daddy s-said that symbol m-means Gaunt...b-but Gaunts dead....isn't he?"
Elly unerstood that fae rarely Died, and that gaunt had been unlucky enough to Die die, not just have to reform somewhere.
What was going on?!
Where was his father...he wanted his daddy...he just wanted to go home.

Like throatal small tiny fox things!
Lirit glared and flapped her wings hard a few times to lift off. A few feet off the ground she flapped over and gripped one of ellys arm in her foot to lead him away.
"I can't hear a real thought over all this screaming, lets go." She was draging him away. She wasn't going to wait for her royal fakeness to intervean either.

Elly quietly followed, a little worried he was going to lose that arm...

Opus tried not to vomit as he was coated in the remains of what was the nymph. Wipping it away he glared at Lirit seeing her more or less escaping any punishment forkilling oneof the court members however deserved it was. Unfurling his wings he gave chase to Lirit and her group.

"Aust! AUST!" Lirit half franticly called. She released elly as she landed on the boat and left the fox boy climb on himself.
Desperate for her captains attention she had no problem in accidently knocking crew mates aside with her wings. Though after that site in the throne room, most were happy to move.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Oh, mop man was over the edge of the boat again. Elyy watched him fall the slowly slipped beside lirit, determind to keep his eyes on poor sarya.

"Aust my sister was attacked!" she presented the girl to Aust. "I...it was a pipper aust..Look at her.."

((D: No more rhyming, feather-hatted faerie? Aww...))

The elven pirate forgot for a moment the supplies and placed a strong, calming hand on Lirit's shoulder. "Calm down. I wish you hadn't brought her here, though, she'll warp my ship... Come on, hurry, I have the Dreamer's potions below deck; the faster she recovers, the less chance she'll suck up magic from around her."

God dammit club, post!