The Salty Moe: setting sail (crew needed)

[Chath Tiu]

Dispite the fact that her entrail's were litterally gettitng a tan, Storm turned her blood splattered lips up in a smile.

"If you...would s-stop gloating...for a...moment...you'd realize...that you are...s-standing on...a-a mine...betrayers always...win..."

'Tis true, the mine was not armed, but the point was made, nonetheless.

 

[Chath Tiu]

Storm screamed in agony and clutched the maimed limb close to her chest. She closed her eyes, and started a mental training method. First, the drow pinpointed all the sources of pain in her. She imagined them being blue. There was a lot of blue in her chest area and at the end of her arm.

Fighting dispare, Storm "grabbed" all these points of pain, rolled them up into a ball and firmly tossed them out of her body, her mind and thoughts. Now, she could act as she needed. Quickly, she started a spell. As it wove, Storm heard more then felt the faint plops as all the little offending fragments of sharpnel still left in her were forced out by the knitting skin.

At the first spell's completion the once nearly spotless drow's skin was a mass of raised and faintly grey scars all across her torso. They looked almost as if some perverse child had come along and tried to doodle on the drow's skin with a knife.

The most serious wound fixed, Storm began the same spell again, this time for her arm. First the bone started growing back, then muscel and tendons and finally, ebon skin. As with the stomach, the entier length of arm that had to be repaired was raised with scars. The limb looked as if someone had come along and wraped a tangle of hedges into it.

Only once the two wounds were healed did the drow let herself feel agian. Storm lay there, shivering in her own cooling sweat, eyes still closed, almost afraid to see what she now looked liked.

Yet, being the c**k sure bravo she was, Storm couldn't resist a small quib even as her mind screamed at her to not say it:

"Well, that wasn't very nice, love...one could almost say you wanted me dead..."

 

[Chath Tiu]

Storm shook her head.

"Nuts. If you were such a bleeding heart, you'd give me a fresh set of clothes as well."

 

[Chath Tiu]

Storm opened her eyes, finally. She smiled faintly up at Kibo.

"Damn you. You were always one to make me feel guilty. Maybe that's why I love you so?..."

She sat up and scotted away from Kibo, the world spinning dizzily aorund her.

 

[Chath Tiu]

And suddenly there was a dagger in Storm's hand, the point drawing a pin p***k of blood form Kibo's throat. Her voice had gone deceptively soft.

"Unhand me, please. While I am one all for you holding me, I'm not one to be having it done with the man who just blew off my arm and litterally shredded my indards. What's more, I am not one to be having it done with the man who just destroyed my favorite outfit."

 

[Chath Tiu]

Storm stood on her tippy-toes to better look the slightly taller man in the eyes.

"Jewelry doesn't do jiggly-jack, love."

 

[Chath Tiu]

"Jiggly-jack, Kibo..."