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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 8:55 am
"They knew yeh by name, lass."
Charlotte frowned, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as she stared at her old man standing aboard the ship. The wind ruffled their hair and birds crowed overhead, and waves washed against the hull as they moved over the water. Her pouty lips popped open. "Ya shoulda told me about them before we left!" She howled, magenta eyes wide and wild.
Her da shrugged. "No need ter. When lads go sneakin' around, they gotta be reprimanded. 'Sides, from what I hear, we kin fetch a hefty ransom for returnin' Dovaa noble brats to their fam'lies."
"They're my friends!" Sort of. "They saved me, anyway. Don' jest treat 'em like- like profit!"
The old man shrugged, crossing his arms behind his head. "Well it's ter late now. Not turnin' 'round when we're already two days out. Not just lettin' a couple a walkin' coinpurses run amok, neither. Bet yeh can see em, lass. See that ain't no body hurt em."
Charlotte nearly screamed. She tangled fingers into her hair and gave a tug. It was troublesome, but if they weren't harmed, she supposed that was well enough. She had distinctly told them not come after her, so they probably deserved to be roughed up a little. And the thought of Roseryn sitting in a dirty little box for two days almost made her snicker. Almost. She gave a terse nod to her father and stalked below deck to meet them. She expected they were going mad by now, probably terrified and disgusted and all manner of bad things.
When she approached the bars of their cell, she put her hands on her hips and grunted out, "I told ya not to foller me..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 11:03 am
In all his fifteen years, Roseryn could not think of a time he'd been more enraged by anyone, let alone someone of his own blood. When he'd first opened his eyes and saw Quince there, sheepishly running fingers through his hair, the young Ysali was swamped with differing feelings; relief that he was alive (albeit achy), grateful that Quince was unharmed, confused at where they were and why, concerned because there were no discernible exists, disgusted and sickened by the filth and poor upkeep and sway of their establishment.
And then Cici focused his scattered thoughts on one subject. With a careless half-shrug of his shoulders, Quince said, "When that guy punched you, you fell and hit your head on a rock and passed out." This was true to Roseryn's scattered memory and explained the various aches and bruises. It even held reason for why he was here, personally. He'd been without means of defending himself, and his younger brother could not handle the task alone. He should be thankful he wasn't dead.
However, it did not explain why Cici was here and not looking like he'd been knocked out. "So how did he catch you?"
Quince looked away, fingers tapped idly at the wood beneath them, in time to the rhythm of falling droplets of water some few feet away. Rose gave an impatient hum and cleared his throat before Cici finally worked up the nerve to say, "I followed him."
"You what?" It was around that time that the rage hit him, swamped over and cleared any other concerns away like a cleansing wave. Quince was supposed to be intelligent. Inquisitive perhaps, but never so stupid as to blindly follow a hulk of a man and wind up in a prison cell. Roseryn's words came out like a string of hisses, low and aggressive and tight. "How is anyone supposed to know we're here if you didn't tell them? You idiot. Now we're stuck on a ship, with no means of escape until someone actually notices! You. ********. Imbecile."
"I think you might've been a little peeved by such language last time I used it."
Rose bottled up that rage, frustration, and irritation. He wanted to pounce on Quince and maybe pound him once or twice in the head, but he didn't. He sat, he festered, and met all his brother's attempted conversation with a warning spit in his direction. Any other time, it would've been gross, unseemly, and undignified, but what in all the gods' names did it matter here? It didn't.
That was how Char found them.
When her words reached Roseryn's ears, everything he felt came to a boil. His eyes narrowed, his face heated, and as much as he'd wanted to punch Cici earlier, hurting her seemed much more viable. "You did this." The words escaped him like the hiss of a serpent. A pulse of magic gathered at his fingers, staining the tips with a dark, putrid magenta as he palms splayed across the dank wood of the floor. Gods, he wanted to hurt her. He doubted he'd land her with any chronic effects, but damn, she would at least know she'd displeased him. And if she felt the burn of his toxic scratch for even a minute, that would be worth it enough.
He lurched from the ground, pressing forward with a growl not unlike an animal's.
"Rose, no!" Quince's voice was high and afraid. The smaller boy crashed into his legs, ripping him back down to the ground with a mere inch to spare between him and his target. Roseryn's fingers just barely breached the bars before he was floored again, Cici weight holding him to the ground and fingers clasping over his wrist. "Charlotte, get back!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 7:49 am
Charlotte took a staggered step back as the two boys dropped to the ground again. Mentally, she knew she had nothing to be afraid of. There were reasonably solid metal bars separating her from the Ysali boy and his venom. And her mother was a healer. She wouldn't be hurting for long with the old Orderite woman about. Besides, "Think it's more yer fault," Char grunted, swishing her hips to the side. "I done warned ya not to come. Dunno why you did anyways." They sure did look pitiful in there, though. Bet they regretted coming after her now.
But besides being dirty and obviously sour (they likely didn't smell so good, anymore), they didn't look hurt. If she squinted hard enough, Rose might've looked like he had a black eye, but that was prolly just the shadows of the cell. A Ysali should be able to heal himself, anyway. "Ya look alright, though..." she grumbled.She had hoped her crew didn't rough 'em up too much. Admittedly after the way Rose greeted her, they probably could've done a little more. Too late now. Char shrugged. "I wanted ta turn ya loose next chance we got, but me papa says we can pro'bly make yer family pay us real good to give ya back." She twisted a strand of hair around her finger. "Dunno why they'd want ya, though... Yer kinda mean."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:37 am
There were a great many things Roseryn disliked, while subsequently very few that he enjoyed. He was not fond of ships, confinement, being reprimanded, being wrong, and foremost he despised little peasant girls looking down on him. Realistically, Charlotte was too simple to think much of it, but the fact of the matter was; she was standing upright, staring at him through the bars of a cell, and he was laying beneath his idiotic younger brother, head pressed down into the wood. His fists bunched. "Get off of me," Roseryn hissed at Quince, flinging his arm out to knock the smaller boy sidelong and send him toppling off.
He stood immediately, flicking his fingers down over his clothes as if that would remove any impurities sustained over the last few days. "The sooner we are returned to our family, the better. If luck was on my side, I wouldn't even have to endure seeing you for the duration of this voyage," he spat in Charlotte's direction. Fingers rubbed at his temple before finding their way to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He wanted to inquire as to the approximate length of this mission, but really he doubted anything that came from the girl's mouth would give him peace.
"You're... going to send us home?" Roseryn's narrowed toxic orbs panned toward his younger brother, glowering vehemently at him from the corner of his eye. "What if we don't want to go?" Rose snorted. "Well, what if I don't want to go? You should still be able to return Rose and get your money. What if I want to stay? I can assist you in whatever chores you need doing. I can navigate. I can fish. I can barter. I'm not weak; I can-"
"Enough," Roseryn snapped. "As your elder brother, I will not even allow you to entertain this idea. We are going home. We are not going to look back. I will wreck every single person on this ship if anyone tries to make it otherwise. I have had plenty of your folly already." Rose spun on his heel to face Quince fully, grabbing tightly at the collar of his shirt and jerking him forward. "You are as much to blame here as anyone else. We're done. We. Are. Done, Quince."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:54 am
He was very, very angry. Charlotte felt safer with the bars between them. She had her magic now, so that would have to serve as protection enough if things turned worse. She could leave. She probably should turn tail now, since the Ysali boy was... clearly violently embittered at the moment. Unfortunately, she felt bad. She imagined they weren't accustomed to this, bearing some noble Dovaa sigil on their clothing. Being confined and restrained probably wasn't among their daily activities. The sound of her boots scuffing the floor accented her shuffle forward.
"Ya shouldn't... be angry at yer brother," she murmured, glancing toward the floor. "'E didn' do nothin' wrong..." Not that Roseryn would agree with that. Expecting immediate retaliation for the remark, she continued. "Ya could come out, ya know. Nothin' but sea for leagues. Won't be swimmin' back. Ain't nobody knows how long it'll take us ter reach port again, so bein' with others is prob'ly better'n sittin' here doin' nothin', I think." Char turned toward the boys once more, giving a half-shrug and fixing a hopeful smile on them. "If ya kin try an' behave, I'll get me daddy to let ya out, okay? Whatdaya say?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 8:57 am
Roseryn fumed. 'Nothing wrong?' She said it so quickly and thoughtlessly, as if she believed it were true. But everything Quince had done was wrong. Associating with Charlotte at all had been 'wrong.' Following her out here had been 'wrong.' And definitely, irrevocably, considering staying here, even in jest, was his worst crime of all. They shouldn't be here. Coming to Eowyn at all had been a mistake, particularly now, when they were needed at the home front. His brother seemed to realize this. At least, Rose hoped he did. Cici seemed more subdued in his grasp, lashes flitting shut and posture slumping. With a flick of his finger's, Roseryn released his captive shirt-front, leaving the smaller male to stagger back.
"You," he snapped at Charlotte, notching mechanically to face her, turning away from Quince. "-do not even have the right to address me, let alone suggest that I should behave under these circumstances."He spun away, collecting Cici by the arm and dragging him as far away from the blond Orderite as possible, toward a back corner where his emotions could fester in silence and darkness and he could formulate a plan for escape.
As usual, things didn't work out as he planned. Quince turned toward him, close enough that his lips brushed the fabric at Roseryn's shoulder as he muttered, "We don't stand to gain anything from remaining locked up." He glanced up to pin his older brother with a hopeful glance. "Surely you realize that...?"
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